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After reaching an agreement and ignoring the touch in the darkness that night, the relationship between Fu Ying and Zhong Qiu seemed to return to the calm past.

The two exchanged greetings as usual, and Zhong Qiu's oven was moved to Fu Ying's house, but the baked biscuits and cakes appeared on Zhong's dining table.

They'll go out to dinner together, talk about the latest news, and if it's appropriate, the two of them will sit in a movie theater and watch a popcorn movie amidst the hype.

Everything looked the same as before, and the two seemed to get closer, but kept a certain distance.But Fu Ying clearly felt that the number of physical contact between the two was quietly increasing under Zhong Qiu's intention.Even the topics discussed during chats are becoming more and more personal.

From personal diet preferences to favorite colors, from liking rainy days to what to eat with hot chocolate on rainy days, these meaningless but subtle messages bring the two people closer, but they are at a distance because of each other's dishonesty.

Fu Ying curled up on the sofa and watched the forum news on the tablet. Behind him was the sound of tableware colliding between Zhong Qiu's hands. He glanced at the time, sat up and turned to look at the people on the table to remind him, "It's already five o'clock." Now, when will your culinary refresher course end?"

"Immediately, I have already seen the penultimate step." Zhong Qiu kneaded the meat paste in the bowl, and suddenly frowned: "I seem to have forgotten to buy pepper."

Fu Ying pointed to the cabinet on one side: "It's in the third drawer from top to bottom."

Seeing that Zhong Qiu's hands were inconvenient, he simply put down the tablet, got up and went to the cabinet to help take out the pepper powder.Fu Ying held up the pepper powder and sprinkled some in it, and asked, "Is this enough?"

"Enough is enough." Zhong Qiu touched Fu Ying's hand with his elbow, motioning him to take it away quickly, but the sleeve fell off due to friction.

Fu Ying put down the pepper powder, stretched out her hand to help him roll up his sleeves, her cold fingers deliberately brushed the skin on the inside of her arm, Zhong Qiu felt itchy, but she didn't hide.

These days, I deliberately increased the number of contacts with my little neighbor, touched his hand intentionally or unintentionally, put my arms around his waist, and even took advantage of the two of them to fight, when he laughed the happiest, squeezed his hand face, let your thumb kiss the dimple on the side of his face.

At first Fu Ying dodged a little bit, but afterward she got used to it and took it calmly, which made her feel a sense of defeat in her heart.

But then the little neighbor's small movements also appeared, as if he blew the horn of counterattack, touched himself, poked himself from time to time, or used his fingers like this to scratch his skin intentionally or unintentionally.

With the sleeves rolled up, Zhong Qiu lifted his chin towards the blanket on the back of the chair: "Hands are so cold, go and put on the blanket."

"I'm not cold, cold hands are natural." Fu Ying reached out and took a small tomato and threw it into her mouth, and asked vaguely, "How long will you have this, I'm hungry."

"It's almost there." Zhong Qiu kneaded the meat paste in the bowl into balls and arranged them one by one, raised his eyebrows and said, "When I knead it, I can fry it in the pan."

Fu Ying responded, and simply sat at the dining table and watched him make a ball, and tried to reach out to make one by herself and was beaten.

"Don't touch dirty hands." Zhong Qiu glanced at him, pretending not to ask, "I see that the day after tomorrow is circled on your calendar. Is there any important thing that needs to go out?"

Fu Ying paused, pulled the blanket that fell from her shoulders, and said in silence for a while: "It's nothing, it's just that I have to go out that day."

"Do you need me to see you off?" Zhong Qiu asked.

"No, the place is not far away. You have to go to work that day, so I can go by myself." Fu Ying raised her head and looked at him: "Okay, you cook quickly, I am very hungry now, if I don't do it well, I will go Ordering takeaway won’t wait for you.”

Zhong Qiu clicked his tongue and entered the kitchen with a plate of meatballs.

Listening to the sound of frying, Fu Ying sat on the chair and stretched, and began to think about what kind of flowers she should bring to Fu Ran when she went to the cemetery the day after tomorrow.

The hospital wards are always white, which is too monotonous. The little girl should match it with brighter colors.

Fu Ying thought about it for two days, and was sent to the door of the flower shop by Zhong Qiu before she finally made up her mind. She decided to buy a large bouquet of red roses for her sister who left this world in a hurry without receiving a rose in her 18 years of life.

He unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, but Zhong Qiu suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Fu Ying turned to look at him.

Zhong Qiu paused, with a hesitant look on his face, but he didn't say anything, only telling Fu Ying to pay attention to safety on the road.

Fu Ying only thought that he was curious and didn't know how to ask, so she smiled and comforted her and said, "Okay, don't worry about me, I'll tell you when I come back at night."

Zhong Qiu responded, but still frowned and looked unhappy, until seeing Fu Ying walk into the flower shop, his face immediately became expressionless, and he started the car and left for the company.

The little red dot representing Fu Ying's location began to flicker on the map displayed on the screen. Zhong Qiu hummed a song and put on the earphones. He heard Fu Ying's voice from inside. He looked at the drizzle falling outside the window and raised his eyebrows .

Rainy days are indeed suitable for grave sweeping.

Fu Ying waited for the owner of the florist to spray the rose-decorated packaging with fragrance, and the fragrance immediately spread around him. He sniffed and reminded the owner to spray less.

There was a thick stack of greeting cards next to the cash register. Fu Ying glanced at it twice, then raised her head and asked, "Can I write a piece of this?"

"You can write whatever you want." The boss replied, and began to bandage the red rose in front of him again.

Fu Ying picked out a love hinge cover with a cute bear card drawn on it, paused with a pen, but didn't know what to write.

Happiness and happy emotions have nothing to do with Fu Ran. No matter how much I hope and look forward to, they are just the thoughts of the living.

Fu Ying hesitated for a long time, and finally only wrote four words: brother loves you.

If there was anything Fu Ran had to know, that was the only thing left.Others are not important.

The roses were packaged and delivered to Fu Ying. The boss got off to a good start early in the morning, and the boss smiled more sincerely at Fu Ying.

"I bought roses early in the morning. Is it my girlfriend's birthday?" the boss asked curiously.

Fu Ying put the greeting card in the center of the flower, just smiled without nodding her head in acknowledgment or shaking her head in denial.

He took the flowers out the door and walked into the continuous rain.

I took a taxi directly to the cemetery. The rain was not heavy, and it fell on my face thinly. It was a little itchy but bearable.Fu Ying held the umbrella but didn't open it. Together with his flowers, they walked to the sister's tomb on the glistening bluestone steps in the rain.

The little girl was already sick when she took the photo and she lost a lot of weight, but she still smiled the same as before. The two dimples were filled with rainwater that had not yet slipped down. The rain swept away.

He opened the umbrella and hung it on the tombstone, and placed the rose that was more colorful with water droplets on his hand in front of the tomb.

"Recently I received a new order. I was very busy so I didn't come. Don't blame me." Fu Ying said for a while, then reached out and touched Fu Ran's face in the photo: "But you are so sensible, you used to be in the hospital. Never blamed me for not seeing you."

His voice was a little choked up, but he suppressed it quickly. Looking at the date of birth and death on the tombstone, he remained silent for a long time, letting the rain grow bigger and wet the corner of his clothes.

"If you are not sick, you should be in college now." Fu Ying smiled, looked at the time and said softly: "In a new school, I met new friends. I may be in class now, or I may miss it." Class out to play..."

It's not always in the quiet underground, when all the future has not yet begun, it has already come to an end.

A gust of wind blew down the roses in front of the tomb mixed with the coolness of the rainy day, and a few petals fell to the ground. Fu Ying stretched out her hand to straighten the flowers, and the fallen petals were arranged in the shape of a heart.

"If so, you might fall in love, on a nice day, dress up and go on a date, and receive roses from some brat instead of flowers from my annoying brother."

Fu Ying paused, raised her hand to wipe off the rain and tears from her face, and said in a hoarse voice, "It would be fine if this is the case..."

A hoarse voice came from the earphones, and Zhong Qiu, who was assigning tasks to several managers, suddenly got stuck and forgot what he was supposed to say next.

Is this crying?

"President?" Seeing that he was suddenly distracted, Feng Qing reached out and knocked on the table to remind him.

Zhong Qiu immediately came back to his senses, and arranged the next thing in a few words.After everyone left, Fu Ying's voice was no longer heard in the earphones, only the slight sound of rain and breathing could be heard.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire city shrouded in fine rain, and looked in the direction of the cemetery.

Fu Ying's position on the phone screen has not moved, Zhong Qiu is counting the time, thinking about where the road from the cemetery to here is suitable for making chance encounters.

Compared with icing on the cake, giving charcoal in the snow is more touching. Although this metaphor is a bit inappropriate, Zhong Qiu will not miss such an opportunity.

He was about to go downstairs with the car keys, when Fu Ying's voice came from the earphone again, the little neighbor seemed to sob, Zhong Qiu paused, and immediately got up and left the office.

Fu Ying wiped her face, her eyes were already a little red.

"I made so much money, but I didn't keep you in the end. It's my brother who is useless." Fu Ying squatted in front of the tombstone and wiped Fu Ran's face with her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't meet a trash brother like me again in your next life." , such a cute girl like Xiao Ran will be happy for the rest of her life."

After her legs became numb and she lost consciousness, Fu Ying slowly stood up, picked up the umbrella on the tombstone and limped away.

His mood was cloudy like a cloudy day, and he couldn't clear up the sun. Today, he had to skip work and go home directly. He didn't want to take care of anything about Young Master Zhong for the time being.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. When Fu Ying left the cemetery with an umbrella and was about to take a taxi, a black Lincoln stopped in front of him.

The car window rolled down, revealing Zhong Xu's haggard face.

He smiled at Fu Ying: "Mr. Fu, do you have time to find a place to chat?"