Dyed

She pressed her finger to the answer button, "Hello?"

Ming Chengyou was very quiet on the other side, accompanied by the man's cold but powerful voice, "Go to the study."

Fu Ran was startled, but didn't understand what he meant.

"Hurry up." Ming Chengyou urged.

Fu Ran propped up her upper body, which was sunk in the sofa, and went upstairs wearing slippers. She came to the study with a few steps, panting in her voice.

"Heh," Ming Chengyou couldn't help laughing, "How can you keep up with someone when you are asked to go upstairs?"

"Ming Chengyou!" Fu Ran opened the curtains and pushed open the window, "If you're so shameless, I'll take care of you."

At the gate, a handsome man was waving in Fu Ran's direction with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

She was lying on the window edge with one hand, her eyes misty, "How do you know that my study has a window facing the door?"

"I've searched all over your house," Ming Chengyou put the flowers on the black roof of the car, and leaned lazily towards the window, with his long legs crossed, "What are you doing?"

"I was watching TV." Fu Ran imitated him, folded his legs from the ankles, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"No," Ming Chengyou saw that the hot air he exhaled lightened the coldness in the air, "I just want to talk to you like this."

"Okay." Fu Ran's home had the central air conditioner turned on. She lay outside the window and felt cold, so she casually pulled off a coat that was placed on the desk during the day, "Are you cold?"

"Are you coming down to keep me warm?"

Fu Ran guessed that he would become more and more serious, "If I feel cold, I will get in the car."

Ming Chengyou stepped back and let Fu Ran see the open car window, "The heater is turned on inside, so I don't feel cold by leaning on it like this."

"What did you do today?"

"Eat, sleep," Ming Chengyou thought for a while, "drive."

Fu Ranqing couldn't help laughing, "Let me tell you a joke."

Ming Chengyou nodded.

Because Fu Ran was far away and didn't see him, seeing that he didn't speak, she prepared to speak on her own.

"Is there a monk in a mountain in the past?" Ming Chengyou couldn't help twitching his mouth when he thought of this so-called joke.

"No," Fu Ran said, "It's also about sleeping."

"Oh?" Ming Chengyou was clearly interested.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Ran sternly said, "I started talking. A reporter interviewed a group of penguins. She asked, what do you usually do? The first penguin said, eating, sleeping, and beating peas. The second The first answer is the same, until the last one, the little penguin said, eat and sleep. The reporter felt very strange and asked, hey, why don’t you hit Doudou? The little penguin said with a smile on his face, because I am Doudou.”

Ming Chengyou couldn't restrain himself, Fu Ran's voice was crisp and clear, "How about it, isn't it funny?"

"I've never heard of it before," Ming Chengyou took out a cigarette case from his pocket, "You must have laughed so hard the first time you heard it, right?"

"Yeah, I have a low laugh."

"It seems that you are as stupid as that reporter."

"..."

Fu Ran saw the man raising his hand, "Do you want to smoke?" She remembered that Ming Chengyou would smoke two years ago, but he should not be addicted, "Smoking less, it's not good for your health."

Ming Chengyou snapped his fingers, he put the cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it, "Okay."

Fu Ran stood on tiptoe and leaned out, "Are there any activities these days?"

"Stay with my mother at home. She keeps saying that I don't have much time with her, and I have to visit my father's grave tomorrow."

Fu Ran's first reaction was to think of Zhao Lan. She softened her tone and asked, "Your father, where is he buried?"

"Qingshan."

"Qingshan?" Fu Ran was surprised, "So far away?"

"The place was chosen by my mother. It is surrounded by water and mountains. I have also seen it. It is a very good home in a hundred years."

There was a lingering heaviness in Fu Ran's heart. No matter how powerful he was in life, he couldn't even control the place of burial after death, which really verified the old saying that life does not bring death.

"Fu Ran?" She heard Ming Chengyou calling her on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah." She responded lightly, returning to her senses.

"I want to say three words to you." Ming Chengyou's words fell softly and tenderly, as if murmured softly, making people feel numb.

Fu Ran couldn't keep up with the jumpiness of his topic, but just like a woman can't refuse flowers, who can't imagine when they hear three words?

Fu Ran is also a normal person, so she was gorgeously guided by Ming Chengyou, a monster. In this situation, there is an atmosphere that cannot be missed by the beauty of the day.

She clenched her left hand together, extremely nervous, with wet and greasy sweat between her fingers, Fu Ran heard her heartbeat being pushed to her throat, "Which three words?"

Ming Chengyou suspends her appetite, he raises his hand to remove the unlit cigarette from his mouth, "I like the feeling of being with you!"

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"Ming Chengyou, are these three words?"

He smiled into his heart, "I misremembered," he whispered the words just now, "It's eleven words, maybe there should be an exclamation point."

Fu Ran lay on her stomach tired, got up to stand for a while, the corners of her eyes opened following Ming Chengyou's words, her eyes were clear, it turned out that this was the feeling of falling in love, like silk, a sweetness slipped into her heart that had not been opened for a long time.

"Which three words are you supposed to be?" Ming Chengyou charmed Qiyin.

Fu Ran tapped her finger on the wall, "You are stupid, you are stupid, or..."

Ming Chengyou pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, "Is there anyone who admits himself like that?"

"Isn't that what you like to say?"

"Oh, it seems that you have a bad impression of me."

"Xiao Ran," Fan Xian's voice came from the bedroom door, Fu Ran moved the phone away from her ear, "Mom, I'm in the study."

She put the phone back, and Ming Chengyou teased, "It's like having an affair."

Fan Xian opened the study door and saw that she was on the phone, she smiled knowingly, gestured to Fu Ran that she was okay, and then consciously closed the door.

"Fu Ran, Happy New Year."

The pointer just passed 12 o'clock, Fu Ran responded in a low voice, "You too, happy new year."

Ming Chengyou stuck the roses on the roof of the car inside the iron gate of Fu's house, "My mother planted them herself. It is said that it is difficult to survive, so I pulled them all out."

"Aren't you afraid that she will make you look good after she finds out?"

As soon as Fu Ran finished speaking, he saw someone walking down the cobblestone path downstairs, and when he fixed his eyes, it was Fan Xian.

"My mother is here."

"I saw it."

Ming Chengyou cut off the phone, Fan Xian came to the door and said something to Ming Chengyou, Fu Ran couldn't hear it from far away, after a while, Ming Chengyou came in behind Fan Xian holding a bouquet of flowers, he raised his hand The flowers fluttered towards her.

Fu Ran pulled up the window, tightened her neckline and strode downstairs.

Ming Chengyou stood in the living room, and Fu Ran took the bouquet from him, "Mom, what are you asking him to do in the middle of the night?" Fu Ran pouted at him, "Go back."

"Xiao Ran," Fan Xian came over looking for a vase with a displeased look, "You let Cheng You stand at the door in a world of ice and snow. What kind of words do you say? If it gets out, you will think that our Fu family will not keep anyone."

"Mom," Fu Ran was wronged, "he said he didn't want to come in."

"Yes, Mom, I'll just come over for a while."

"It's a blessing for you to be polite, this kid is a fool."

Ming Chengyou looked at Fu Ran with a smile, or there is an old saying that the mother-in-law likes her son-in-law the more she looks at her son-in-law.

Fu Songting was still watching the Spring Festival Gala, so Fu Ran simply asked Ming Chengyou to go upstairs for a meeting. If she was driven away immediately, Fan Xian might say that she was abusing him.

There is heating in the room, and Fu Ran made a cup of hot tea for Ming Chengyou, "The taste is relatively mild, so I won't be unable to sleep at night."

Ming Chengyou saw Fu Ran's computer placed on the desk, playing a light music single, Ming Chengyou stroked the notebook with his fingers, "I remember you had this two years ago, why don't you get a new one?"

"Oh, it still works. I go to the store regularly to dust and redo the system. The speed of laptop replacement is too fast, so there is no need to follow the trend."

Ming Chengyou sat down on the chair, stroked the keyboard with his fingers, "I'm hungry, do you have a snack?"

"It's downstairs," Fu Ran put down the book in his hand, "I'll get it for you."

Ming Chengyou nodded, "I'll find some information."

There was a sound of closing the door behind him, and Ming Chengyou quickly logged into his account. This was a set of programs specially customized by him, and his slender fingers quickly shuttled across the keyboard.

Two years ago when Youyou's photo was released, he thought it was Fu Ran at first, but now he always felt that something was wrong. Ming Chengyou remembered that Youyou's photo existed here.

The data restoration is fine, Ming Chengyou enters the approximate time, and strings of numbers fly across the computer screen, and finally slow down and freeze.

The ip address, the specific address and the time of release are presented one by one.

The photos were released from Fu Ran's studio.

There were footsteps at the door, Ming Chengyou tapped to exit, and Fu Ran held Chen Mama's homemade little worry in his hand, "Shaqima, I've eaten it and it's not too sweet."

Ming Chengyou held Fu Ran's hand, "The teacher in your studio has been with you for several years, and he must have a good relationship with you."