happy breakup

——If courage can be exchanged for a bright future, there will be a lot less helplessness and sorrow in the world.

Fuxi is lucky.

He didn't receive too many obstacles, he became famous at a young age, he has independent financial strength and the ability to manage his own life.

Parents have long been unable to influence his decision. They smiled and watched their youngest son go further and further away step by step.

Maybe he was uneasy at first, but when he saw his confident smile, he suddenly realized it.

It turns out that the boy who always smiles has already grown into a mature appearance.

Fu Xi is unlucky, he has made all the preparations, but unfortunately, good luck tricks others.

He's prepared for him to take on the world, it's a pity he doesn't need to.

That night, Fu Xi didn't return all night, Ji Mingjing leaned against the balcony and smoked a cigarette all night, the cigarette butt that was not completely extinguished flickered on the ground, as if he was crying.

The next day Fu Xi came back normally, and he couldn't see a kind of detached freedom on his tired face.

"Hey, Brother Jing, if you can't do business, you can't even make friends." He smiled gently, but it only added to the sadness of others: "Now that your friend is broken in love, shouldn't you comfort him well?" Woolen cloth."

Everything he behaved was normal, or, the Fuxi from yesterday had died.

Ji Mingjing's hand to open the door was trembling.

Afterwards, Fu Xi acted as if nothing had happened, participating in activities, smiling at every fan, making fun of his baby-faced captain when he was on the show, and sometimes helping his teammates to sue him.

Just when everyone thought he had forgotten about it, he chose to leave the country the day after the group's activities were disbanded, and he never heard from him again.

ten years.

No meeting, no contact, no life or death.

Ten years can change the spirit of a teenager, recede the prosperity, and change the sea.

Members are sad or angry.

The sad song ends, and the anger leaves without saying goodbye.

But with the passage of time, all can only be turned into a regret.

But things have come to this point, the world is on its own side, and they are going their separate ways.

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In the morning, when the sun was dotted with stars and scattered around the bed, Fuxi's ear also rang with a sharp alarm.He woke up in a daze, turned off the alarm clock neatly, and got up to wash his hands.

For some reason, he doesn't use his mobile phone very often, so instead he uses the most primitive mobile phone to wake himself up every day,

When brushing his teeth, Fu Xi habitually turned his body sideways, occupying only half of the space, and spit out the last mouthful of foam, and then he vaguely remembered that he was no longer in the dormitory in China, but came to the distant America. There is no one around.

Thinking of this, Fu Xicai woke up suddenly, opened his drowsy eyes, stared at the mirror in front of him in a daze, his mind was still in a daze.

He tilted his head, thinking about what the missing person might be doing?

To recruit his personality, he must have not gotten up yet.

I don't know if it's because of playing games late at night or because of a hangover. If it's a hangover, who will make him sober up in the morning?

…….I don’t know what time the takeaway will start in the morning.

Or, in fact, he already has someone around him who will wake him up and make him sober soup?

Fu Xi pulled the towel to cover his face as if venting, panting low and hard in the darkness, like a beast on the verge of extinction.

"Ji Mingjing, I really fucking miss you."

So far, we have been separated for one year.

"Consultant." The woman with exquisite makeup knocked on the door of the office and came to the desk. "There is a meeting in the afternoon."

"Okay, I see." Fu Xi raised his head from piles of documents, with a gentle smile on his face: "I will never forget."

Inadvertently seeing the admiration in the eyes of the woman who seemed to be doing business on the surface, Fu Xi pretended not to see it: "Put the new materials here, and make me a cup of coffee."

"Ok."

Fu Xi rubbed his sore eyes, and continued to look at the resumes in front of him. These were the materials for this year's electives sent by the brokerage company's branch in the United States. On the resumes, all the teenagers were clean and handsome, with a flash of power in their eyes. The must-have light.

Fu Xi suddenly remembered the photos of himself when he first debuted, and laughed secretly.

If it was now, I would definitely not be selected, after all, it is dark and dirty.

But in fact, he is not the worst. Thinking about someone's hairstyle that he couldn't bear to look at when he debuted, he laughed out loud, and was suddenly stunned.

The bits and pieces in life will always flash inadvertently.

Lovesickly.

And it has been two years since I left him.

February 2, Valentine's Day.

Wrapped in a black overcoat, Fu Xi walked on the snowy road, alone and alone.

The wind was blowing in from far away, filling his coat.Footprints were imprinted in the depths of the snow.From one end of the street to the other, it stretches gracefully.

Suddenly, he felt his windbreaker hem being pulled.He lowered his head and saw a black child holding a flower basket.

The black child looked at him eagerly with wide eyes, "Sir, do you want to buy a rose?"

"No, thank you..." Fu Xi wanted to politely refuse, but when he saw the black child's ragged clothes, he couldn't help but soften his heart.Crouching down: "I've covered everything, how much is it?"

"Really, really?" The black child's eyes widened in surprise, "Thank you, sir!" He stuffed a whole basket of roses to Fu Xi, and ran away happily, "Sir, I wish you Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Valentine's Day?"

Fu Xi hugged the fiery red rose, standing alone on the street in a daze.Passers-by on the side of the road hurried past him and gave him a strange look.

He reached out and grabbed the hair on his forehead, and slowly, slowly, lowered his head.

"Brother Jing..."

"Mingjing..."

"Ji Mingjing..."

He thought, if he really called out his name sincerely, would it be possible for his Brother Jing to hear him?

But after a while, he laughed at himself again. There are so many people who like him, and it's not like he hasn't seen those earnest, earnest eyes, at concerts, book signings, airports, and even on the street.

He thought he was actually very lucky.

Although he has spent the third Valentine's Day without sending roses.