[Fu Ba] love poem

It's funny to say that Fushimi thought that Hatta, who could write such naked and passionate poems, must have met many girls.However, the opposite is true.

His little poet was a virgin boy.

The virgin boy poked his head from behind Fushimi and saw his photographer looking at a whole album of nudes. "It's disgusting, Misaki, your nosebleed stained my clothes."

"——what are you looking at!!!!!!!!!" "Tsk." Is this just for ordinary portrait composition albums?Fushimi wiped the nosebleed off his clothes indifferently, took off his clothes indifferently, and indifferently picked up his little poet, who was crumbling because of the bleeding, and put him on the bed. "What are you doing?!" "Washing clothes." Fushimi replied indifferently.Then laughing like a fool in the laundry room.Just like those young girls who write novels at the beginning of love, in their own stories, they write about men and men, men and women so vividly, but in fact, even looking at a male god makes them blush all day long.His little poet does not need to have a past of love with women, but he is enough to write touching verses.And so gorgeous.It's like the love of the whole world is pre-stored in his mind.Fushimi, who was watching coldly, felt like a mouse peeping at the oil bottle.I really want to take a lick of that passionate world.They met that evening and became friends naturally.became best friends.It couldn't be more enjoyable to create with him.They all thought so in their hearts, and showed silly smiles on their faces.You also understand, it's not because of love or any other ambiguous feelings, just the four words "heart-to-heart" are enough for us in our teens to be happy.There is nothing better than a bosom friend in life, isn't it?It didn't take much for Fushimi to convince his roommate to let him move out. "Would you like to come and live with me? My room is empty, and it's too boring to live alone." Fushimi lied to Hatta brazenly.Hatta believed in him deeply, and moved from the crowded and narrow eight-person room to his spacious and comfortable high-rise apartment.This is the most expensive apartment on campus, worthy of its expensive rent.Because it has a large roof, enough for two people to sit on it and kiss. "Why do you rent such a big apartment by yourself?" Hatta asked him this way on the first day he moved in, blowing the night breeze with Fushimi. "Because I was waiting for you." Fushimi replied without any shame.They laughed loudly in the warm spring night. "Well, my dad died early, and my mom doesn't care about me. The more I don't care about me, the more I like to spend her money." I want to live in such a big empty house all the time. You, will definitely come with me.Fushimi thought this in his heart.His eyes were hidden behind lenses, reflecting the stillness of the night and the orange light.Hatta suddenly grabbed his hand excitedly. "Don't be sad! I'll be with you from now on!" - Just wait for your words, my poet.Fushimi turned to his little poet and smiled in relief.His face looked so handsome, with a calmness and sharpness beyond his years.And with the loneliness and melancholy that only belong to this age.Hatta felt that the wind on that spring night was so noisy, it made his eyes dizzy for a while. —I want to tell a lifelong lie to my lover. - Said that I will never change until death. —Because even if I die, I can't change my love.The poet wrote such passionate verses on that rooftop.That was the best time they had, Fushimi thought.Hatta added an inexplicable atmosphere of fireworks to his life.Breath of life.Contrary to his wild poetic style, the little poet is a very life-oriented person.He would clean the room diligently, make bookmarks and pen holders from discarded film, use his fist to call his photographer to get up quickly in the morning, and cook all kinds of food with a homely atmosphere.The only bad thing is that he likes to eat vegetables and forces Fushimi to eat them too.This made Fushimi, who was not happy with meat, almost cried blind. "How did you come up with this dish of stir-fried lettuce with pineapple? At least fried meat, right?" Fushimi knocked on the plate, looked at his chef affectionately and resentfully, his face was full of "brother can afford it, please You give me the meat." But Chef Hatta was unmoved. "Vegetables are good for the body." Demonstratively, he scooped up a big spoonful and put it into his own bowl. "You make a vegan lunch again, believe it or not, I will eat you?" Fushimi threatened.Hatta didn't care about him, he buried himself in his meal.For a moment, he lifted his flushed face from the rice bowl, and responded with a futile expression that he had tried hard to make. "Come on," he said.That kind of pure and swaying expression is simply alluring.Fushimi swallowed.Suddenly, I feel that a table of vegetarian dishes has become a delicacy.Hatta watched in horror as he suddenly exploded, disappeared for a second and then reappeared in front of the table with a camera for a second. "Quick, show your expression again." Hatta gave him a look of "you are sick" without restraint. ——I want to taste the wind, I want to taste the rain, I want to taste you. ——Because the air is full of the smell of my love.A poet who is good at cooking writes such and such naked poems in the kitchen, cooking them into a dark dish with naked white rice, naked mushrooms, and naked pineapples.The darkness is full of the taste of love.Their autumn is the autumn of studying, and Hatta was forced to take tutoring by Fushimi in front of the table.Hatta is good at writing poetry, but not at reading.Fushimi was very curious about how he was admitted to this university with a high deviation value. "I'm a special student." Hatta was proud. "Absolutely, your IQ is also one of the best." Fushimi said seriously. "—Huh?" Hatta blushed. "Aside from counting one or two, can you count three?" "Damn monkey!" Hatta was angry.Turned the table over.While Fushimi coaxed him, he thought amusedly, why is his little man angry?What does it matter to be stupid, is there a cuter fool than his little poet?What's more, he still has such a beautiful poetic feeling. "You're in love." The dean of the art department insisted on him, especially after hearing that he and Hatta were engaged in collective creation.I feel that if this seedling is wasted, I will feel sorry for the country and the people.He still works hard to talk to Fushimi every week. "My falling in love has nothing to do with going to the art department." Fushimi was wrong. "You're in love." The director repeated without hesitation. "You are really talented, not just for taking pictures. If you come to the art department, I can introduce you to a well-known teacher in the society. Fushimi classmate." "Oh, thank you, I only like computers." Fushimi refused gently over him.He didn't want to be stern, because he thought the director's words were very pleasing to the ear.With an ignorant smirk like an idiot, he walked slowly on the way back to the dormitory.That was the first peak period of their cooperation.They followed Fushimi's impostor blog called "MISAKI".Not only publish photos of poems on it, but also write travel notes.They are willing to spend 4 hours by car and take a tram to visit the city in spring, summer, autumn and winter.Writing poems while taking pictures.They gained a lot of fans.Fushimi is not the only one who likes Hatta's poems in this world, and Hatta is not the only one who likes Fushimi's photos.Many people clapped their hands and praised their beautiful photos and words. "When this blog has accumulated a hundred articles, shall we publish a book?" Hatta asked him.It was already winter at that time, and the cold weather enveloped the wilderness on the outskirts of the city.They wrote poems with branches on the snow, and at the end of the writing, they were turned into a puddle of mud by pushing and joking and chasing. "Okay." Fushimi handed the sweet juice to Hatta, and drank black coffee without sugar by himself.With his slender fingers, he draws on the foggy window of the café.It is the shape of flame. "It's so beautiful!" Hatta praised him. "Would you like to draw one on your body?" Fushimi teased him.Yes, his talent goes beyond taking pictures.He even started drawing and writing because of his MISAKI.Contrary to his ambiguous photography, his paintings are clear and elegant, and his writing is also surprisingly elegant.Contrary to his fanatical heart, his voice is soft and cold, as if it is never suitable for saying any hurtful words, but only for sweet words.Hatta was powerless against such whispers.He threw the manuscript paper at Fushimi. "Hurry up and write!" Yes, sometimes Fushimi has to ghostwrite for Hatta and help him complete the narrative part of the travel notes.It is strange to say that Hatta, who likes to write poetry, is not good at narrative. Every time they travel, Fushimi feels that he has been conquered by Hatta's elementary school students' writing.The basic sentence pattern is "first...first...first...then...then...then...then...then...then...last...last...last." .In other words, he is simply impatient to write such long and lengthy narratives, and he only wants to write poetry when he should write poetry.Those verses are so gorgeous that the pale rigidity of the narrative part is completely forgiven.Just like him.Fushimi thought dumbfoundedly.Short, short-tempered, stupid, and likes to force him to eat vegetables—even with all his faults, all of the above can be forgiven when you see his lively eyes.Look at him looking at himself with these vibrant eyes, shouting, Sarubiko! It is the most beautiful poem in the world.

tbc.