your name my last name

Content tags: urban love, special liking, sadomasochistic love, childhood sweetheart

Search keywords: Protagonist: Fu Qingfeng, Le Fan┃Supporting role: Yao Xiaocao, Fang Yuanzheng┃Others: Continue the frontier

kiss goodbye①

In 1993, Jacky Cheung's "Kiss Goodbye" was sung all over the streets.

15-year-old Fu Qingfeng rides his bicycle every morning, turning every corner in the small alley with nine bends and thirteen bends, with the breeze blowing on his face, making him very comfortable.

Riding in front of a rust-red steel door, Fu Qingfeng kicked his right leg to stop the bicycle, and the small movements made him feel super refreshed.

It is already late autumn when school starts, and the Northeast will soon enter a long and cold winter, which makes the sunshine on the shoulders seem particularly warm.

Fu Qingfeng didn't have a wristwatch, so he relied on the angle of the sunlight to guess the time. The sunlight climbed from his shoulders to his cheeks, but the guy hadn't come out yet.

Getting off the bicycle, Fu Qingfeng went to the red steel door and squatted down, looking for pebbles along the wall.

I had to find a small one, or I would smash the window of the house.

With a creak, the steel door was pulled open, Fu Qingfeng turned his head, and a pair of pure white Converse thin-soled shoes stepped across the threshold, "You little beggar!" The voice was clear and vulgar, "Squatting at my door early in the morning to beg for food ,shameless."

Fu Qingfeng raised his head, the sun was shining on this man's face, which was a little golden, and his hair was also coated with a layer of brown.

"Still standing up?!"

Fu Qingfeng patted the dust off his hands, stood up with his thighs propped up, this guy's school uniform was washed white and ironed, mother.

"When will your car be repaired?" Fu Qingfeng glanced at him, stepped onto the bicycle, and threw the schoolbag on the man's chest.

He crossed two schoolbags across his back, and stepped on a pair of pure white Converse shoes on the rear wheels, "I just like to rub against your car, don't worry."

Fu Qingfeng gave a ruffian smile, "Bitch."

The bicycle started off in a swish, turned left and right in the alley, and then rushed out of the main road. The two laughed against the wind.

Along the road, Fu Qingfeng's ears rang out soft singing——

give me everything

you are just perfunctory

the more innocent you smile

我 就 会 爱 你 爱 更 狂野

"What song is it?"

"'Kiss Goodbye', the radio is on all day, it's brainwashing."

"Stupid."

Fu Qingfeng tried very hard to forget this song, but he found that Jacky Cheung was too popular. He had been singing this song for many years; later he discovered that many things cannot be achieved with hard work.

Such as forgetting, another example, love.

That guy's bicycle was repaired later, but Fu Qingfeng still picked up pebbles in front of the rust-red steel door every morning as promised.

Sometimes that guy is lazy and rubs against the back of his car in a big way. The road is not easy to walk on in snowy days, and his back is stuck to him. The cold wind hits his face, but his body is hot, and his back is even sweating.

The guy who shamelessly lets others work is singing in his ear again——

it's snowing in my world

too cold for me to love another day

So cold that even hidden regrets are so obvious

"It's not cold enough, don't sing this song."

"No way, haven't I been brainwashed?"

"Sing again for today's math homework, and I won't let you copy."

The guy laughed and sang more heartily——

I kiss you goodbye on the deserted street

Let the wind laugh i can't refuse

I kiss you goodbye in the crazy night

my heart waits for sorrow

The word "Farewell" in "Kiss Goodbye" is high-pitched, and he sang it very hard.

There is no need to use so much force at all, it is so easy to separate.

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After night self-study, he is always hungry with his belly against his back. The dejected guy is like a jumper record, repeating "roasted sweet potato, roasted sweet potato, I want to eat roasted sweet potato"

Fu Qingfeng pretended to be impatient, grabbed his arm, and dragged him to the place where the bicycle was parked.

The schoolbag was hung on the guy's shoulders, he kicked up the stand, and sat in front of him with his feet, "Hurry up."

His tone was impatient, and his heart was full of annoyance. He couldn't fulfill such a small request for him.

The goose-feathered snow made it almost impossible to tell the way forward. The person behind tightly hugged his bloated body, and his face hidden in the hood was softly pressed against his shoulders. "Hey," Fu Qingfeng called him, "don't sleep, too deep."

The guy raised his head obediently, and suddenly, a loud and long grunt sounded shamelessly through thick clothes in the dark night, the guy was dumbfounded, "Damn, my stomach can make stereo sounds! "

Fu Qingfeng sneered, but his heart ached.

In fact, who has never been hungry, Fu Qingfeng himself should be hungry, but when a person is all focused on others, even if it is just a grunt, he can't tolerate it.

The next day, when Fu Qingfeng was in the middle of the English class, he frowned and told the teacher that he had a stomachache, and ran away from the classroom. After going there, he didn't come back until the end of the class. The teacher had a big heart and forgot about him.

The guy was in a hurry.

He ran to the bathroom and shouted loudly, "Fu Qingfeng, the dead man! You fell into the pit!"

The echo reverberated in the empty bathroom, and he was terrified. He bent down to see if there was anyone in the compartment, but he was immediately frightened to kneel on the ground by a "Hello!" coming from behind, mixed with panting.

"You idiot!" Fu Qingfeng hurriedly pulled him up, "Did you hit him?" He leaned over and patted his knee to clean up the black spots.

"What are you doing?" Fu Qingfeng said in a reproachful tone, "Are you a pervert for spying on others?"

Thinking that that guy would definitely shoulder it with him, but he didn't expect him to be silent. Fu Qingfeng looked at his cowardly face and asked eagerly, "What's wrong? Don't scare me"

Not getting a response, Fu Qingfeng was like a father who came home late and left his child at home, guiltily took out a toy to try to make the child smile, took out a large bag of things wrapped in newspaper from his pocket, bulging .

"Here," took the guy's hand and covered the newspaper, "it's hot!"

The timid man finally moved his lips, "What's the matter?"

"Baked sweet potatoes, can't you smell it?"

Fu Qingfeng will never forget that guy's eyelashes trembling, and then Douda's tear fell on the newspaper and made that "beep" sound, as if hovering in the high wall, lingering for a long time.

From that day on, Fu Qingfeng never called that guy a sissy again.

From that night on, when the person on the bicycle put his face on his shoulder, he didn't say "too heavy" again.

However, this involvement is still too heavy after all.

kiss goodbye③

The guy said, it's better to walk back tonight.

Fu Qingfeng was a little hesitant, riding a bicycle for 10 minutes and walking for more than an hour.

Of course it is very exciting to go back for a walk with him, but it is so cold, I am afraid that guy will not be able to hold on.

"It's not so cold today."

Wrapping his scarf around his neck, which was already wrapped in the scarf, Fu Qingfeng carefully pulled up the scarf and fiddled with it. It had already covered half of the person's face, and he was still fiddling with it until he saw the exposed eyes smiling into a pair of crescent moons.

Fu Qingfeng shook his hands, swallowed and said, "That's it."

The two of them were arm to arm, walking on the side of the road that had been cleared of snow, with their hands in the pockets of their coats. The road was not easy to walk, and they would slip and fall if they were not careful. After walking for about 15 minutes, Fu Qingfeng felt His elbows were tight, as if his sleeves were being pulled, and his heart was beating wildly. He didn't dare to look down, and he didn't dare to reach out to touch him. He just slowed down his steps, selfishly wanting to prolong this period of time. How long is how long.

Maybe it's the fluffy gloves that affect the touch, or maybe it's because of being too nervous, the hand that grabs someone's arm loosens after grabbing it, and becomes just a little bit of fabric. At first he felt uncomfortable, the moment Fu Qingfeng felt that the hand was about to slip, he turned his heart and grabbed the hand, and stuffed his own hand into the pocket of the jacket.

Two hands were intertwined in the narrow pocket, but it was really too narrow. Fu Qingfeng clumsily pulled out his hand, took off the glove, and stuffed it back into the pocket. The guy followed suit and took off the glove too. Fu Qingfeng stopped Step down and reprimand him, "No! You're freezing to death, put it back on!"

"I do not want."

"Tsk," Fu Qingfeng forcibly snatched the maroon fluffy glove, and said while putting on the cold hand, "It's not that I won't let you pull it... Be honest!"

The two hands returned to their pockets and were tightly intertwined. Both of them didn't want to go home. The guy leaned against Fu Qingfeng's body, humming and singing again——

Past and past become cloud and smoke

disappear before each other's eyes

even said goodbye

I can't see you complaining

"This one again? Can you play another one?"

The guy froze, and continued humming——

give me everything

you are just perfunctory

the more innocent you smile

我 就 会 爱 你 爱 更 狂野

Fu Qingfeng stopped again.

The person leaning on him straightened his body and turned his head to look at him blankly.

"...That," Fu Qingfeng breathed out white smoke, his face became very dull under the dim light, but his eyes were extremely bright, "I'm not being perfunctory..." The guy's lips parted slightly, as if a little surprised, and a little bit at a loss.

The freezing air, the hot love, the restlessness that had no place to rest, the hand in Fu Qingfeng's pocket suddenly grabbed his hand tightly, pulled him, and sank into the alley behind him.

In a dark alley without street lights, it was impossible to see whether it was a dead end, or the road under his feet. The guy leaned against the slippery wall and pulled Fu Qingfeng onto himself.

kiss goodbye④

This was probably the most daring and unscrupulous thing that guy had ever done in his life.

Fu Qingfeng felt that the body in front of him, which was wrapped in a thick down jacket, was extremely thin. He propped himself against the wall, for fear of overwhelming him, but the guy was still panting, mouthful, in the quiet night. The wheezing sound smashed Fu Qingfeng's remaining sanity into pieces. He picked up the back of that person's head and pressed his cold lips on the center of his brow, but that person was obviously not satisfied, and he raised his head to ask for more.

Fu Qingfeng's lips trembled uncontrollably, and he kissed along the eyebrows to the tip of his nose. Except for the suffocating throbbing in his chest, he almost lost all senses until he pulled down the man's scarf with his fingers, A cloud of weak, warm breath was released from the scarf, as if carrying the person's body temperature, it penetrated into the frozen pores on his face, and the numb cells came alive one by one.

The lowered eyes only saw the immature lips, Fu Qingfeng was too rare for the person in front of him, afraid that he would be too rough, afraid that he would use too much force, so he carefully covered the lips with his lips, and when they touched each other, unexpectedly She shed tears for no reason.

The tip of that person's tongue tentatively licked Fu Qingfeng's mouth, the action was so stiff that it made people love him. Fu Qingfeng kept thinking that he would be cold, and wanted to untie the down coat to wrap him up. When the plastic zipper was pulled close to the lower abdomen, that person's But his hand suddenly touched between Fu Qingfeng's legs.

"...I, I didn't mean that..."

But that guy ignored him at all, his kissing tongue was very blunt, but his hand touching his crotch was very dexterous, Fu Qingfeng was terribly frightened, he didn't dare to push him away, he was afraid that he would be sad, but he was even more afraid of what might happen next, panicked The top of the trousers was unbuttoned, and the palms were rubbing against the outside of the underwear. The torment of hiding from doing bad things, and the hesitation of standing on a vulnerable point made Fu Qingfeng lose all ability to resist, and cold sweat dripped down his back. He could only hug tightly. Live in your arms.

The trembling feeling came very quickly, Fu Qingfeng leaned on the man's shoulder, clenched his teeth, accompanied by an uncontrollable hum, the hand finally stopped, but it was still stuck there and refused to move away.

Dark corners, wet walls, coldness, sex is in the hearts of two people, and they can't get rid of the shadow of this night from now on.

Regarding what happened that night, the two of them didn't say a word. Fu Qingfeng was still waiting for someone outside the copper gate every morning. Sometimes that guy would ride by himself, and Fu Qingfeng deliberately rode slowly to make that person feel like he was chasing him He, but most of the time that guy is still lazy and likes to rub his back, everything seems to be the same as any day before that night, only Fu Qingfeng knows that the hug from the back is getting tighter and tighter.

For Fu Qingfeng, this was the most straightforward confession that guy had made to himself, telling himself nakedly that he needed him, needed him very much, so frankly that it frightened him, and he desperately wanted to respond to him, wanting to speak out with confidence. Say, don't be afraid, with me, don't worry, we will grow up soon, and when we grow up, we will be free.

Fu Qingfeng has been wondering, why do other people always say that time passes too fast?

The cold winter seemed endless, and they had no time to grow up.

kiss goodbye⑤

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when the guy's mother broke into his house.

Regarding the various possibilities with him, Fu Qingfeng had many fantasies, conjectures, and conjectures, but no matter how badly he thought about the two of them, he never thought that there was no chance to meet him again.

It turned out that sending him to the copper plate door last night, watching him gently push the door into the house, was the last time I could see him.

It turned out that the moment he hung the schoolbag back on his shoulder, he printed his lips on his own. This kiss was not a kiss at all, it was their goodbye kiss.

Such a separation, how hasty, how perfunctory.

That guy's mother rushed into Fu Qingfeng's room confidently, without saying anything, picked up the chair leaning against the corner, and smashed it down.

Fu Qingfeng didn't even have time to be frightened, and instinctively crouched in the corner with his head in his arms, the chair overturned, and there was a loud bang, and then the books Fu Qingfeng was reading, the homework he was writing, the computer and pens on the small desk were all wiped out. Hit him.

The small room was in chaos, not only his mother, but also his parents rushed in, shouting deafeningly, "Who gave birth to such a bad child like you!" "Mrs. Fu, why did you raise a beast! Why did you lead my son to the wrong place?" Tian Di, do you know?" "Mr. Fu, you gave birth to a son, stop chasing the little girl, come and fuck my son every day!"

Fu Qingfeng's father pulled his son up, and the anger in his eyes made Fu Qingfeng feel that he would be killed by his father in the next second. He slapped him down one after another, and the corner of his mouth was cut and bleeding.

"I'm telling you, it's never over! I'm going to school on Monday and stab your beast out!"

The adults quarreled fiercely, Fu Qingfeng trembled all over, and there was only one thing that could come to mind...

Is he alright...

Is he alright...

Is he alright...

What exactly happened and why his mother knew about them, Fu Qingfeng couldn't take care of them. His mind was full of images of that guy being beaten, scolded and imprisoned by his father. Thinking of his thin body, he was timid, he Relying on myself all the time...it's better for me to bear it alone than to go to hell with two...

"It has nothing to do with him..." Fu Qingfeng said tremblingly, "It's me...I like him...he just... regards me as...a good friend..."

This is probably what his mother wants to hear, no matter what the truth is, what she wants is the innocence of her own children on the bright side, Fu Qingfeng saw a satisfied look on her face, it was very subtle and flashed by.

It's strange that Fu Qingfeng's parents didn't defend him, it was like a taut string was suddenly broken. The connection between him and his parents, on this sunny afternoon, was abruptly...broken.

"I'll leave it at that," his mother glanced at the people in the room. "If this animal shows up at our door again, or in my son's school again, I guarantee that the whole school, everyone in the neighborhood will be killed." Everyone will know what a disgusting animal you have raised!"

His mother left, and silence suddenly surrounded the messy space. Fu Qingfeng heard low tinnitus in his ears. He didn't know if it was because his ears were broken, or there were still cicadas singing in the cold winter. His father turned and went back to the room. She sat on the edge of the bed with her back to the door, unwilling to look at him.

Fu Qingfeng knelt down on the ground, looking at the math homework book that had been thrown in a corner, and he couldn't copy homework for him on Monday.

Will he be able to do his homework well in the future...

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Can't go to school anymore, can't even stay here anymore.

If his mother's words appear at his door again, everyone here will know that he likes his son. It doesn't mean that he will give him another chance to hide, but he will turn a corner and ask him to disappear completely.

And she won't wait until she reappears to reveal this incident. This incident has already been spread wildly in this small place.

When a matter is known to ten people, and then the ten people pass it on to the other ten people, and finally everyone knows about it, the matter is a certainty, and there is no room for change.

From now on, the name Fu Qingfeng is equivalent to a perverted rapist in this place——

A beast who comes to fuck my son every day!

Fu Qingfeng left home quietly at midnight, not knowing what to bring, except for the scarf that was once wrapped around that guy's neck.

There is no such a late train, and even if there is, I don't know where to go at once.

In every corner of the train station, there are a few sporadic people, standing next to each other to keep warm, and buying the cheapest ticket to leave at dawn.

Fu Qingfeng couldn't even find a corner where he could fit in. When he went around the train station, it was covered with snow, and he saw a stall of roasted sweet potatoes.

For a moment, Fu Qingfeng thought he was insane, so he projected the memory of skipping class that day, jumping over the wall, and running for 15 minutes to buy roasted sweet potatoes for him to eat.

The uncle behind the stall beckoned to him, and Fu Qingfeng walked to the stall as if possessed by a demon.

"Young man." The weather-stained uncle's eyebrows were as white as snow, and he squinted, staring at Fu Qingfeng like a physiognomist. Fu Qingfeng was a little timid, and he didn't have a few dollars in his pocket, so he couldn't buy uncle's sweet potatoes.

"Beating?" Uncle said calmly, the strange and hoarse voice was inexplicably warm in Fu Qingfeng's ears.

"If you look good, you will be beaten." The uncle said something illogical, the oven was hot, the air that melted into the bone marrow bit by bit, the uncle tremblingly picked up a piece of sweet potato and handed it to the boy in front of him, Fu Qingfeng hurriedly apologized , "I have no money, I have no money..."

"Take it and eat it, no money."

Fu Qingfeng still shook his head, and felt that it would be impolite to run away, so he escaped, where can he escape now?

"Xiao Feng!"

Fu Qingfeng was startled, he should have run immediately, but it was a weak female voice, he turned his head to look in the direction of the voice hesitantly, a small figure slowly appeared in the dark front, running towards him.

I couldn't quite figure out who it was, until someone stood in front of me panting.

"Xiao Feng..."

"Cousin..."

It's the sister-in-law who just married into her cousin's house. Fu Qingfeng only met her two or three times, and she didn't say a few words.

The sister-in-law is very young, in her early twenties, Fu Qingfeng remembers that she has natural curly hair, which is now wrapped in a hat.

"Xiao Feng..." Biao sister-in-law's eyes were flushed, and the cold wind made her face dry and red. Fu Qingfeng was at a loss by her appearance. The person who should be comforted should comfort him first, "Biao sister-in-law, come back Home...I, I'm fine..."

"How could it be okay!" The sister-in-law's big eyes rolled down tears, "How old are you! Where can you go?" The little girl who was a new wife had nothing to do but worry, she grabbed Fu Qingfeng's hand and put A few hundred dollars were stuffed into his hands, "I only have so much..."

"I can't have..." Fu Qingfeng was horrified, and put the money back, "Being known by my cousin or your mother-in-law..."

"They won't know, this is my private money..."

"Then I can't even take..."

"No!" The little sister-in-law said fiercely, "When you should accept help, you must accept it!"

"The young man was beaten." The old man suddenly repeated what he said just now, "If you look good, you will be beaten."

The sister-in-law took out some more change and wanted to buy sweet potatoes from the old man, but the old man repeated, "Take it and eat it, it doesn't cost money."

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the little woman who ran out with her husband had to go back. Before leaving, she put the hot sweet potato into Fu Qingfeng's backpack. When she saw the scarf in the backpack, she wanted to take it out for Fu Qingfeng to wrap it in. Fu Qingfeng pushed and said ,"No……"

"It's so cold..."

"I'm afraid I'll lose it..."

The sister-in-law froze there, breathing heavily, as if trying to calm down, and finally said softly, "Silly boy."

That was the last time Fu Qingfeng saw his cousin. Three years later, his cousin and sister-in-law both passed away in a serious traffic accident. When Fu Qingfeng heard the news, the one-year-old child left behind by his brother-in-law was about to be regarded as an unlucky person. Elders sent to orphanages.

Fu Qingfeng took this child to the southern city. He was 19 years old that year.

Like his mother, the child with natural curly hair didn't understand joys and sorrows at all, and didn't feel sad about being abandoned. Fu Qingfeng felt that this was really great.

If you can have no feelings, try to have no feelings.

others……

just hide...

until that person...

Forget about yourself completely.

—End of “Kiss Goodbye”—

Your first name, my last name①

The day Fu Qingfeng felt that someone was watching from behind was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon.

In midsummer, the temperature on the pedestrian pavement is as high as 35 degrees Celsius. The exhaust gas emitted by the cars on the road is mixed with the hot air, creating the illusion of a deflected scene. Looking around, the bustling city seems to be covered with a slightly distorted layer. The filter is like the picture of a road movie, dry and dazzling, and it is a bit hard to tell whether it is real or an illusion.

The air conditioner in the dessert shop was turned on, Fu Qingfeng bent down and wiped the only small table in the shop, and occasionally looked up at the small piece of indigo blue sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.

I kind of want to go out for a walk.

Not to go for a walk, but to wander.

Fu Qingfeng is 40 years old this year and runs this small shop. Since he came to this city from the northeast and south at the age of 15, he only went to Sanya with his little nephew in the past winter. In the past 25 years, he has never stepped out of this city.

It's because I have a baby...

But the little curly hair that Fu Qingfeng brought up has already grown up, the 22-year-old boy is still a star, he has been filming in other places for many years, and he no longer needs the care of his uncle.

Besides, this kid is very precocious. At the age of 15, he made a private decision with his little boyfriend for life. He was discovered by an advertising director in this small shop. Already free.

I haven't been out before, probably because even if I'm stuck in this small shop, these 25 years are already a long wandering for Fu Qingfeng.

After the table was wiped clean, Fu Qingfeng turned around and wiped the glass of the dessert cabinet.

It was at this moment that he felt someone staring at him from behind.

Even in a blink of an eye, a figure seemed to appear on the glass of the dessert cabinet.

Fu Qingfeng stopped wiping the glass.

When I looked closely, there were no figures on the glass, only the shadowy reflections of trees on the sidewalk.

Since Little Curly became a star, this small shop has intermittently welcomed paparazzi sneak shots, but the young man has become more and more popular, and he rarely comes back to the shop, and no paparazzi has visited for more than a year.

Fu Qingfeng is a commoner, but he is extremely sensitive to being followed.

The shadow that fell when I was young is almost deep into the bone marrow.

Afraid that the emotional heart is not hidden deep enough, afraid that liking him will harm him, afraid that he will lose him before he is free.

But in the end, it was fully realized as if being cursed.

Some love cannot be disturbed, and it must be let it sleep forever.

Putting down the towel, Fu Qingfeng rubbed his hands on the half-waist apron on his body. In the past six months, he began to shrink the size of the shop. Originally, the back kitchen hired a small chef and a small helper, and he asked them to find a new owner. I made up some money for them to leave, and I was left alone, baking some small cakes every day, sometimes making more tiramisu, and closing the shop when they were sold out.

Maybe just close the store completely, it’s not that there are no places I want to go, those places that I secretly fantasized about going with him, go one by one, and I’ve gone, maybe this life can also end.

He didn't live a very good life, I just hope he is safe and sound.

After taking off the apron and folding it, Fu Qingfeng took the key and prepared to close the shop. There were still a few plates of tiramisu that hadn't been sold, let's do it tomorrow.

The life that lost its focus came to an abrupt end the moment Fu Qingfeng turned around.

There is a person standing outside the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The slanting sunlight cast a layer of golden yellow on this man's thin figure, but it still couldn't cover his slightly pale face.

Fu Qingfeng froze there, as if he had been hit on the head, his head suddenly burst into pain, and the heart in his chest turned into a hammer, hitting his bones one after another, bang, bang, bang...

Is this the real him, or... a mirage in the hot air?

Your first name, my last name②

Even through the glass, Fu Qingfeng could still see the frightened expression on his face.

This expression is too familiar, just like that time when Fu Qingfeng climbed over the wall to buy roasted sweet potatoes for him, he ran to the bathroom to find someone without knowing it, and was suddenly frightened by his own shouts behind him and knelt down, Fu Qingfeng dragged him up He had such a terrified expression on his face.

It was his expression of fear of losing himself.

Fu Qingfeng's heart throbbed violently, and he rushed to the door of the store; it was only a few steps away, but each step seemed to weigh a thousand catties, so that when he reached the door, he staggered so much that he almost tripped him. fall.

Turning the doorknob open, a gust of hot air rushed in, Fu Qingfeng could see clearly that it was him.

It's him.

Really, it was him.

Thin body, slightly hunched back, timid eyes.

How long is 25 years?

As if it was yesterday.

I sent you home yesterday and watched you gently close that red steel door.

Today I opened the door and you came back.

Fu Qingfeng wanted to call him, but he couldn't make a sound. The man looked at him with an increasingly painful expression. Although he was standing, Fu Qingfeng felt that he was so weak that he would fall down in a second.

Call his name, there seems to be a voice in Fu Qingfeng's ear reminding him.

I opened my mouth, but still couldn't yell out. When I was young, I was too rare to call him "Hello" awkwardly, and I never called him by his name.

It was probably for the same reason that he always called himself "Fu Qingfeng, the head of the dead".

"I'm Fu Qingfeng, the head of the dead!"

It was like a taut string finally couldn't hold it, and it broke with a snap. The tail of the broken string trembled in the air. The moment he fell, both hands grabbed his arms.

Fu Qingfeng was completely terrified when he grabbed it. Those arms were as thin as bones. When he looked up at him, it was still the same pair of drooping eyes and trembling eyelashes. This was the lover he hadn't protected in time. A butterfly with broken wings quietly fell before his eyes.

"Go in."

Although his body is as thin as a piece of paper, his strength is not as weak as Fu Qingfeng imagined. He refused to let Fu Qingfeng pull him into the shop, but stubbornly stood there, and asked quickly in a low voice, "Are you alone?" ?"

The long-lost voice was as clear as when he was a teenager, but what he asked was such an abrupt question.

Before Fu Qingfeng answered, he asked timidly, "Are you really not with anyone else?"

Fu Qingfeng felt that his question didn't mean it literally, but he could only answer it literally, "I'm alone."

"Where's the family? Is there a partner in the store..." As he asked, his voice became smaller and smaller. Fu Qingfeng saw his lips trembling slightly, and suddenly realized that he wasn't asking whether he was single, but was repeatedly confirming I won't hurt myself any more!

Fu Qingfeng hugged him tightly and kept whispering in his ear, "Alone, alone, always alone."

He was really too thin, like a child who ran away from home without enough food, Fu Qingfeng was afraid that hugging him too hard would hurt him.

"Don't worry," Fu Qingfeng patted him on the back lightly, lowered his head, and the breath of his words could get into his ear sockets, "From the moment I left you, I have always been alone."

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

His choked up voice was like a sharp knife piercing into Fu Qingfeng's chest, but standing under the sun, Fu Qingfeng suppressed his grief and said softly, "It's okay, we've all grown up."

Your first name, my last name③

Fu Qingfeng was a little lost, the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the store was too big, and he looked so weak, he might be catching a cold.

Do you want to go home with him?

Where is he from?

Is he going somewhere?

After bringing the person into the store, Fu Qingfeng quickly turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and took out cold sparkling mineral water from the cabinet. There was only tiramisu left in the store. Fu Qingfeng bent down and reached into the cabinet to get it. , His fingers retracted as soon as they touched the plate.

I don't know if he likes tiramisu...

It was just such a trivial question, and Fu Qingfeng's eyes suddenly became sore.

The person who cared so much turned out to be so strange.

When he rode his bicycle to school every day, he had no idea that there was a dessert called tiramisu in this world.

Missing the years of growing up together, the gap between the two is much, much longer than the memories they have.

Fu Qingfeng stood up straight, and saw that person only stood at the door after he stepped into the store.

With a still pale face, he looked at himself a little shyly.

Fu Qingfeng also looked at him in a daze, and suddenly felt how incredible it was for him to appear again.

He has lost a lot of weight, but his eyebrows and eyes remain the same, his soft hair is neatly trimmed, and the tender lips that he once kissed lightly have lost some of their blood, but because of this, they are a bit graceful and morbidly beautiful.

He was wearing a white shirt like when he was young, the linen fabric looked a little loose on his thin body, and the light gray-green casual pants narrowly wrapped his slender legs. Fu Qingfeng couldn't help but say, "Why are you so thin?" so many."

He smiled, but his smiling face looked more like a crying face, "Fu Qingfeng..."

Fu Qingfeng couldn't control the soreness in his eyes at all. He knew that his expression must be ugly, but he couldn't look away from the eyes of the person in front of him.

"You are strong."

Turning her back on him abruptly, Fu Qingfeng took a breath to calm herself as much as possible, and then walked out from behind the glass cabinet.

He gently pulled the person to the small table, "Sit down."

Unscrewing the cap of the mineral water bottle, the carbon dioxide was released, making a hissing sound in the quiet space; Fu Qingfeng poured the water into the crystal glass, "Drink a little, the weather is too hot, you will suffer from heat stroke."

Seeing a slender hand pick up the cup, Fu Qingfeng slowly knelt down in front of him, raised her head, and asked as if afraid of scaring him, "Do you like tiramisu?"

He looked down at Fu Qingfeng with infinite attachment in his eyes.

Fu Qingfeng really couldn't bear to look at him like this, maybe he could only stay for a short time this time, and then... there would be no more, but 25 years ago, didn't they have nothing but to ask him to be safe and sound?

Fu Qingfeng slowly held his hand. In such a hot weather, with such a cold hand, what kind of life has he lived these years? He has turned himself into a sick man.

"Lefan."

That cold hand trembled in Fu Qingfeng's palm.

This was the first time Fu Qingfeng called him by his name.

After the sound, there was silence in the dessert shop, Fu Qingfeng covered his face with the hands in the palm of his hand, Le Fan's fingers touched the warm face, and it seemed like a warm current flowed from his fingers into his body instantly.

Fu Qingfeng went all out, and rubbed his face into Le Fan's hands, like a dog that has been waiting for its master to come home. During the long wait, it curled up, not daring to make a sound. When the master came back suddenly, it was so excited Unbelievable, and so sad that he has nowhere to vent, he can only walk around the master, eager to get the most attention.

Le Fan's thumb lightly stroked Fu Qingfeng's face,