Be a real Phoenix man

It's ten o'clock in the morning in Yicheng, early morning in Siberia.

Fang Yibai knocked the door of the office, and he walked to the French window, overlooking the city.

The noon sun was already high in the southeast sky, and the cold autumn sunlight was white against the clear blue sky, like a dazzling moon on the lake.

There are busy streets under the towering tall buildings, and the sound of distant whistles shuttles endlessly below.

City life is like this, busy, without a moment's rest.Fang Yibai couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.He thought of the long conversation with Ye Qingluan last night, and the mother who was etched in his faint memory during the conversation.

Six months ago, Tu Huiqiu had a phone call with him. At that time, she and her Italian lover named Antonio had just arrived in Russia and were exploring the vast forests, deserts and grasslands. She also sent a photo. In the photo , Tu Huiqiu's slender body was playing with an elk, and the elk's sharp horns almost toppled Tu Huiqiu.

Seeing this, Fang Yibai couldn't help frowning slightly.

However, under such circumstances, Fang Yibai could clearly see that there was no trace of worry on Tu Huiqiu's face, but a kind of unbridled excitement and joy, unfettered and free.

This made Fang Yibai feel a little envious.

Indulging in the past, Fang Yibai couldn't help but took out a cigarette from the drawer and lit it leisurely.Curls of smoke rose and billowed, and then flew out through the cracks in the windows.

After lighting a cigarette, Fang Yibai finally dialed the number.

One time, two times, until the fourth time the busy tone sounded, the call was finally dialed.

He couldn't help but tighten his breath.

"Hey?"

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to have a hint of cold wind.Fang Yibai was stunned for a moment, and heard the sound of a strong wind blowing inside.

"Yi Bai?" The voice paused for a moment, then rang out again with some doubts, carefree and carefree.

Fang Yibai came back to his senses and hurriedly responded.

It turned out that Tu Huiqiu was climbing on the plateau canyon in Siberia at this time, crossing the rapids, stepping on the snow field, facing the twilight rays that have not yet risen, and chasing the unrestrained morning sun.

Now the two of them set up a tent on the top of the mountain, wrapped in thick down jackets and leaning against each other in the cold wind of hunting.

Fang Yibai raised his eyebrows helplessly, and the words that had been brewing all night came to his lips, and said in a deep voice: "Mom, I have something important to tell you. Can you listen to me carefully?"

Tu Huiqiu blinked, and the woman who was over fifty years old could still see the innocence of a young girl. The Italian man next to her heard the conversation between the mother and the child, and squeezed her right eye under the first rays of the sun. , raised the camera in his hand.

That means go, he will freeze this beauty in the camera forever for her.

Tu Huiqiu giggled, she hid in the tent and took off the thick scarf.

For so many years, it was the first time she heard Fang Yibai talking to her in such a solemn tone, and she couldn't help being a little curious.I thought about some things in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder, is this child going to get married?

Then, she really heard the news.

"Mom, I have met the person I am determined to be with for the rest of my life." Fang Yibai thought for a while, and carefully considered his words, his voice was slow but firm: "I think it is necessary to tell you."

"He is a man. I fell in love with my own gender, but our love has nothing to do with gender. I only love him, and I plan to marry him if I can."

Fang Yibai seemed to be stagnant when he heard the sound of breathing over there, and he couldn't help but sink: "Do you disagree? But, I still hope to get your support."

After a pause for a few seconds, he fell silent, waiting for Tu Huiqiu's answer.

Tu Huiqiu was shocked by such news and was momentarily speechless.

Her shock was not only the surprise that her son fell in love with the same sex, but also mixed with many other complex emotions.

Her child found a lover, her child was about to get married, and her child actually said that the marriage wanted her support.

Tu Huiqiu didn't know whether to sigh or mourn.

In fact, she always knew that she was a rather incompetent mother.In the time between bliss, she spent many aimless "nothings". In this "nothingness", she wasted time and became restless in the poetry field in her heart, so she finally mustered up the courage to pursue her "something". .

Antonio gave her one such opportunity.

From the deserted Sahara to East Greenland where the sky and the earth are in close contact, from one end of the earth to the other, her life radius is as long as water.

South of the border, west of the sun, east of hope, north of life.While measuring the earth with her feet, she gradually left Fang Yibai in the corner.

Tu Huiqiu remembered that she hadn't seen her son for five years, and the last call was half a year ago.

And this moment, her son actually called and said that he was getting married.

Although the poet's heart is temporarily hard, it is always soft.Suddenly, a cold wind came into the tent, Tu Huiqiu's nose was sore, and he was about to shed tears in a trance.

Fang Yibai on the other side of the earth heard this sob, he was slightly taken aback, unable to laugh or cry: "Why are you crying?"

"Does this news scare you?"

Tu Huiqiu quickly said no, she restrained her voice, feeling ashamed of her tears.

How could she cry in front of her son?This is a bit embarrassing.

As soon as the tent was lifted, Antonio got in, even bringing in the rising sun.

In fact, he had been listening carefully to Tu Huiqiu's voice, and felt something was wrong, so he walked in immediately.

The man saw the blush on Tu Huiqiu's eye circles, patted her on the shoulder, put her in his arms, and gently handed her a handkerchief.

For 20 years, this Italian man has been like this, pampering and loving her like a little girl and princess.

Tu Huiqiu looked at Antonio's still handsome and neat side face, and the full sense of comfort surged up in his heart again.

She nestled in Antonio's arms, wiped her eye circles, and asked aloud, "Then... what kind of person is that boy?"

"He must be fine, right?"

Fang Yibai suddenly exhaled softly, and laughed softly: "Yes, he is fine. Very, very fine."

"He's a writer like you, and has written millions of words. I've never seen a man as earnest and sweet as he."

When Ye Qingluan was mentioned, Fang Yibai couldn't hold back the gentle expression on his face.Rarely, he babbled about Ye Qingluan to his mother whom he rarely saw.

Tu Huiqiu listened slowly, the rising sun in front of him gradually climbed into the blue sky, and the clouds began to be washed away, revealing large expanses of azure blue.

Such a time has not passed for a long time.Tu Huiqiu suddenly felt that sometimes stopping and chatting with her close relatives to slow down time is another desirable way of life.

Fang Yibai talked a lot, and she interjected from time to time, laughing and crying. In the end, she felt a little nostalgic for this feeling, but after all, time is limited, and there are still many places in this continent waiting for her to set foot.

So, she had no choice but to turn this nostalgia and longing into a blessing for the time being, and passed it on by phone.

"Yi Bai, as long as you are happy."

Fang Yibai nodded lightly on the other end, hung up the phone, with an indelible smile on his lips.

He immediately wanted to tell Qingluan the news, telling him that they not only had their mother's consent, but also their mother's blessing, so that they didn't have to care about anyone else's obstruction.

But at this moment, before the number was dialed, Fang Yibai suddenly received a text message on his cell phone.

He read the text message and couldn't help thinking.

The text message was sent by the editor Zi Zhan, and there was a list of lists on it - that was the editor who was in charge of Qingluan before.

Fang Yibai looked over one by one and frowned.Editor Yanqiu, editor Xiaofei, editor Songya, and editor Mo Xuan have all been in charge of Qingluan, but the time is different.

His eyes stopped, and his heart skipped a beat.

Edit Mo Xuan.He stared at the name suddenly, and a fleeting memory came alive in his mind.

He quickly walked back to his desk, found a number book from a drawer, and rummaged through it.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Ye Qingluan woke up.

The orange-red light of the setting sun passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled obliquely on the bed. As soon as he turned over, he was enveloped in the warm oblique light.

He moaned, rubbed his eyes, his mind was disconnected for a moment, and he couldn't remember when and where he was.

Mr. Fang did not know where he went.Ye Qingluan wanted to get up and stretch, but suddenly his lower back felt sore.

Ouch—he exclaimed.

At this moment, he suddenly came back to his senses.His face turned into a big red lantern, which was about to burn brightly.

It seemed to be too intense yesterday, and together with Mr. Fang, I didn't care about wearing a wake-up helmet, so I fell asleep until now.

Ye Qingluan deliberately got up to wash and tidy up, but the feeling in his lower body was so sore that he was lazy and didn't want to move.So he reluctantly hugged the computer to the bed, half lying on his stomach in a strange posture to type.

However, for some reason, the laziness after the incident surged up like a tide, and Ye Qingluan's writing hand stopped unknowingly, then he tilted his head, and fell asleep again in a daze up.

Another hour had passed by the time he reluctantly opened his eyes again because of his uncomfortable posture.

Looking at it this way, I can't keep up with today's update at 05:30 anyway.

With a bitter face, Ye Qingluan helplessly posted an announcement at the top of the column: "My dears, I'm sorry, for some reason, I got up late... I've been asleep until now, and I really can't catch up with today's update, so I'm going to double-check tomorrow. More compensation!"

After typing this word, Ye Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief, and fell asleep with half guilt and half relaxation.

When readers saw this announcement, they left messages below to "condemn" him: "Ah, how could this be so, Qingluan is so lazy! We don't love you anymore!"

"Ahhh, the last chapter happened to be stuck at the climax point, and there is no update today! This makes me anxious to death!"

"Forget it, for the sake of your double watch tomorrow... But double watch is not enough! Please three! Please four!"

Fang Yibai, who was about to get off work, was scrolling through Ye Qingluan's update today, but couldn't get it out for a long time, so he saw this announcement.

His eyes fell on the words and sentences in the announcement with special meaning, he smiled playfully, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.

"Don't feel guilty, tonight we can discuss the next plot in the quilt~ We can also practice more for the protagonist's future happiness and develop a few new poses for him, okay~"

At the end of the text message, Fang Yibai also imitated the cute emoji commonly used by readers and added a smiley face.

After sending it out, Fang Yibai put away his phone and left the office to go home. He was in a particularly good mood along the way.

Hey, why did he suddenly feel that compared with those readers, he has such a sense of superiority.