Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

After saying this, Kuang Yuan didn't look at him again, turned around and was about to leave, but Fu Zhihuai held his wrist with his head down again.

"Sang Yuan, I really... know I'm wrong." After knowing each other for so long, Sang Yuan has never seen such a downcast Fu Zhihuai.

The young man in his memory was always calm and at ease, as if he knew everything in his mind, so he wouldn't show such a depressed and pitiful look.

Kuwahara pushed his hand away, thinking, is this just the turn of Feng Shui?

Those who were high above the ground at the beginning will also have a day when they will take the initiative to bow their heads.

"Kang Yuan..." Fu Zhihuai raised his head to peek at Kuang Yuan's expression with red eyes, the moonlight slowly moved to his cheeks, revealing slightly protruding reddish fingerprints.

Kuwahara's expression moved slightly, he looked at his face and asked, "You, were you beaten?"

Fu Zhihuai said indifferently: "Jiang Ran's girlfriend beat him, it doesn't hurt."

"Sun Ling. That's his wife. They're married." Kuang Yuan's expression was a little dazed, and when he looked at him again, his eyes became complicated.

Fu Zhihuai looked at him eagerly, but Kuang Yuan turned his head and said stiffly, "Stand still."

After that, he stepped up the steps in a few steps, opened the door and entered the room, and quickly came out with a medicine, and threw the medicine box into Fu Zhihuai's arms: "Take it. You can go."

"Sang Yuan..." Fu Zhihuai just called him that, without moving a step.

"Do you want to stand here all night? Feel free." Kuwahara slammed the door irritably, and the corridor returned to calm.

Holding the medicine box, Fu Zhihuai walked slowly outside his house and sat down, without rubbing the medicine, just staring at the cold moonlight cast on the ground in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the sound of a door opening slightly behind him, and turned his head to look.Kuwahara stood in the room, frowning slightly, and looked at him unhappy: "Why don't you leave? Do you want to wait for me to call the police?"

Fu Zhihuai looked at him quietly, and suddenly remembered what Zhang Wei said before.

...One night, Kuwahara waited downstairs at his house for a long, long time.At that time, was Kuwahara the same as he is now, feeling uneasy and panicked?

Fu Zhihuai's eyes fell on the slightly curled palm of Kuwahara's side, his heart seemed to be soaked in lemon juice, so sour that he was about to suffocate.

Even now, Kuwahara is still willing to open the door to take a look at him, but what about him at that time?

Fu Zhihuai suddenly felt ashamed as hell.He pressed on like this step by step, begging for Kuwahara's forgiveness, which seemed to bring the relationship between the two closer, but in fact, he didn't seriously consider how Kuwahara felt.

In the eyes of Kuwahara, these stupid actions of his are more like a self-movement?

Fu Zhihuai stood up and looked at Kuang Yuan calmly: "I'm sorry for disturbing your life."

Kuwahara lowered his eyes and said nothing, gently rubbing the hem of his clothes with one hand a little uneasily.

"I won't be so reckless in the future, Kuwahara." Fu Zhihuai held the medicine in his hand, and seriously reviewed him: "I know you don't want to get back together...Then, can I..."

His thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was almost inaudible: "Can you be a friend who looks at you from a distance?"

The corridor was very quiet, Kuwahara supported the doorknob, blinked in disbelief, and looked at Fu Zhihuai.The latter had a completely serious expression on his face, without any hint of joking.

"I won't harass you again in the future. But, if you need any help, can you come to me?" Fu Zhihuai finished speaking softly, Kuang Yuan looked at him quietly for a long time, but did not respond.

Just when Fu Zhihuai waited until his legs started to go numb, Kuwahara finally moved.

He said, "You're late."

Then, he closed the door gently, leaving Fu Zhihuai alone in the dark.

Fu Zhihuai went downstairs in a daze, his back gradually melting into the dark night.Kuwahara leaned against the window and smoked, his messy hair was blown up by the wind, covering the color of the water in his eyes that was about to fall.

On the seventh day of the National Day, Sang Gu was taken home by his grandparents to the Zhongjia Farm and had a good time.When he came back, Kuwahara opened his schoolbag to check, only to find that the little nephew was too happy and didn't even finish his homework.

Uncle and nephew stared at each other for a long time without words, Kuwahara glanced at the time and said calmly: "Start mending now."

The current elementary school is incomparable with Kuwabara's school days. There are a lot of daily homework, not to mention weekends.Not only homework on paper, but also hands-on practice.

Sang Gu was just in the third grade, and he didn't have a good grasp of English science and other new subjects, so he dawdled and wrote until after ten o'clock.Kuwahara had a terrible headache, seeing his nephew rubbing his eyes and yawning again and again, but he couldn't say anything to reproach him.

"Go to sleep." Kuwahara sighed: "I'll help you write the rest. Only this time, remember?"

Sang-gu yawns heavily, nods sleepily, and goes to bed.

The lights in the study room were on until early in the morning, and Kuwahara finally finished the last art homework. He was so sleepy that he just turned off the desk lamp and fell asleep on the table.

The window was left open, and the night wind slowly blew in, cooling him down.I don't know how long I slept like this, but Sang Yuan woke up with a headache and opened his eyes to see Sang Gu crying and looking at him: "Uncle, don't die... woo woo woo I'm afraid..."

"..." Kuwahara opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound.In desperation, he could only touch Sang Gu's head, and randomly copied a note and wrote: "I'm fine, don't cry."

Sang Gu wiped away his tears and looked at him pitifully: "Uncle, can you still send me to school? How about I call Aunt Sun?"

Troubling someone early in the morning is never good.Kuwahara frowned and wanted to stand up, but his whole body was so sore that he had no strength left.He just nodded and wrote: "Remember to say thank you."

Sang Gu picked up his mobile phone and called Sun Ling, sobbing and explaining about his illness. As expected, Sun Ling scolded angrily: "... How old are you and you still make yourself sick? I think your work is in vain. So many years!"

She has always had such a strong temper, and Kuang Yuan was not angry, she smiled silently, and forced herself to stand up to cook for Sang Gu.

Ten minutes later, Sun Ling knocked on the door of Kuangyuan's house.Sang Gu wiped his mouth and ran to open the door, the woman looked in with her head: "Xiao Gu, where's your uncle?"

"I'm sleeping." Sanggu made a booing gesture and said in a low voice, "Uncle fell asleep after taking the medicine. I washed the dishes myself today."

Sun Ling came in a hurry and forgot to buy medicine for him. Hearing this, he felt a little relieved, closed the door gently, took the child's schoolbag, put his arm around his shoulder and went downstairs: "Little Gu is so good? Aunt Sun is like you!" When I was growing up, I could only throw bowls..."

The two walked downstairs while talking. Sun Ling raised his eyes with a smile and saw Fu Zhihuai standing a few meters away, his smile immediately turned cold.She strode over and stared up at him: "Who told you to come!"

Fu Zhihuai did not betray Jiang Ran, and without saying a word, walked past her with the medicine.Sun Ling chased after him and said angrily, "What, are you dumb? I remember you were not so cowardly when you were studying."

Fu Zhihuai ignored him, glanced at Sang Gu, and said softly, "Where's your uncle?"

For some reason, Sang Gu seemed to have an inexplicable affection for him, blinked his eyes and said loudly: "Uncle is asleep. Are you going to my house? Remember to knock on the door gently, uncle can wake up easily."

"You little idiot!" Sun Ling patted him on the shoulder bitterly: "Did he give you candy? This is what sold your uncle."

Sang Gu looked at Fu Zhihuai again: "But I've seen this uncle before."

Fu Zhihuai has been away from here for ten years, and Sang Gu is only nine years old... Where did he see it?

The two adults were taken aback, Sun Ling glanced at Fu Zhihuai, fearing that Sang Gu would say something, he quickly picked him up and left: "Little idiot, this strange uncle is a bad person, you are not allowed to talk to him, you know?!"

Fu Zhihuai was still in a daze, seeing Sang Gu lying on Sun Ling's shoulder and sticking out his tongue at Sun Ling, his heart suddenly trembled.

Does Kuwahara... still have their old photos?

The room was very quiet, Kuwahara frowned and fell asleep drowsily, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door that was not clear.

He shrank his head into the quilt, waiting for Sang-gu to open the door.After reacting slowly for a while, Kuwahara remembered that his little nephew had gone to school.

The knock on the door sounded softly again, Kuwahara put on a coat, leaned against the wall and slowly went to open the door.

However, there was no one in the corridor, only the white bag was hanging on the doorknob, and it was full of medicine.

Kuwahara went out and looked at it suspiciously, but there was still no one there.Sun Ling would not turn back halfway to send the child off, and it was not Jiang Ran's style to hang the medicine at the door and leave silently.

Fu Zhihuai...

It was a great coincidence that they met in the bar, and Fu Zhihuai had no reason to know that he was sick after he said such decisive words before.

It's not good to hang this medicine outside, Kuwahara frowned for a while, and finally decided to take it home and put it away.In case a neighbor made a mistake, come and ask him for it, so that he can return it to others.

Kuwahara took off the medicine, was blown by the wind in the corridor, and suddenly coughed violently.He hurriedly covered his mouth, but accidentally touched the door with his elbow.It was locked smoothly with just a click.

And Kuwahara was standing outside in pajamas and slippers, with only a bag of medicines worth an unknown price in his hand.

Mobile wallet and keys...all left at home.

It's been a long time since I encountered such a small unlucky moment, and Kuwahara was still a little dazed.After he reacted, he was shivering again from the cold wind.

An uncontrollable itch crept up his throat, and he slowly squatted outside the door, his face flushed slightly from coughing.The sound of coughing echoed in the empty corridor, Kuwahara lowered his head for a while, and suddenly heard footsteps slowly approaching.

He raised his head with tears in his eyes, and met Fu Zhihuai's pityful eyes.

The two looked at each other quietly for a long time, Kuang Yuan suddenly threw the medicine in his arms into his arms, and forced himself to utter a word: "Get lost."

Fu Zhihuai caught the medicine, but didn't roll away.He hesitated to take off his coat, and slowly approached Kuwahara: "You are sick, your health is important. I will take you to see a doctor."

Kuwahara stood up with difficulty, and said coldly: "No need. I still have medicine at home."

Subconsciously, he wanted to raise his hand to open the door, but suddenly remembered that the key was left in the house, and couldn't help but angrily slammed on the door, lowering his head so as not to meet Fu Zhihuai's eyes: "You go."

Fu Zhihuai saw that his face was flushed, frowned and said seriously: "You hate me, that's okay. But you don't take care of your body, that's not okay."

He forcibly wrapped Kuwahara in his coat, and walked down while supporting the person's shoulders: "Don't worry. I drove the car and will be back soon."

Kuwahara was still struggling awkwardly, but his head became more and more dizzy, and Fu Zhihuai pushed him away involuntarily.

Go downstairs and get in the car.Fu Zhihuai did not set off in a hurry, but bought a box of band-aids at the roadside pharmacy first, and handed it to Kuang Yuan naturally from the window: "Your hand is scratched, please stick it first."

Kuwahara looked at the band-aid.A box of twelve sheets costs six yuan, and there is a price tag in black and white on the box.

He looked up at Fu Zhihuai again, wondering why the hand that was handed to him was shaking so much.

The author has something to say: Today I have something to say.

I know that Fu Zhihuai's previous behavior was quite uncomfortable, but please give him a chance to grow up, dear readers and friends?

People always need to improve. If they didn't know how to love someone many years ago, it doesn't mean that they still don't know how to love now!

This article is a broken mirror to reunite, a broken mirror to reunite, a broken mirror to reunite.If you change to cp, what else is there to do?

I know that my writing is bad, there are a lot of bugs, and the character settings are also unpleasant... Everyone is willing to comment and follow my articles, I am really grateful!

But I still want to say: resolutely do not change offense!

If any lovely reader friends really can’t stand Fu Zhihuai and want to read Changan Gong, then please give up the article, thank you very much.._:(_`」∠):_…