The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

The heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains were so tightly covered that there was hardly a trace of light, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

A loud bell rang, and Fu Zhou picked up the phone. Before getting out of bed, he looked at the sleeping teenager with a happy smile, and kissed him lightly under the corner of his eyes that were red and swollen from crying.

--I love you.

Not long after he left, there was a strange beeping sound in the quiet bedroom.

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The originally rosy face of the boy on the bed gradually turned pale, his shallow breathing began to disappear, and even his heaving chest became calmer. If he didn't observe carefully, no one would even notice that this fresh life had disappeared.

Fu Zhou listened to the assistant's report without saying a word, everything was surprising, but it was natural.

Su Yang didn't lie, he only met Wen Xuning twice.

Once was an on-campus performance, and he asked the other party for a signed photo like an ordinary fanatical fan. The second time on the set, when he was cramping from the cold while filming, Wen Xuning offered to borrow him a coat.

Other than that, the two have no intersection.

Thinking of the boy's crying last night and explaining it over and over again, he let out a breath of foul breath.

This time, he was wrong.

Putting away the phone, Fu Zhou turned around and walked into the bedroom, looking at the boy on the bed, he didn't know how to face it.

say sorry?Will it work? He knows better than anyone else that once the damage is done, there is no possibility of recovery.

Still, he couldn't let go.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his arms to hug the boy tightly, but his movements froze suddenly. At that moment, overwhelming fear flashed in his eyes.

After a long time, he gradually calmed down, thinking of the words that Su Yang repeated last night.

--You will regret this.

After a long time, he said softly, "Ayao, I regret it."

But the boy on the bed didn't give him any response.

Fu Zhou lifted the quilt and got into the bed, hugged the boy on the bed tightly, and then slowly closed his eyes.

He seemed to have turned into a sculpture, without words, movements, or expressions, he just hugged Su Yang foolishly, increasing the strength of his arms bit by bit, as if he could keep his beloved boy behind.

But what has passed away is doomed to be irrecoverable.

Let him be powerful, let him be affectionate, this boy has never belonged to him from the beginning to the end.

In his 30 years of life, it was the first time his heart moved, the first time he had such a strong obsession with a person, the first time he sincerely tried to please a person, but in the end he still ended up in a miserable end.

Why……

He couldn't figure it out anyway.

Is he doing wrong?

Of course he was wrong!

He shouldn't be jealous, he shouldn't be impulsive, let alone force him.

But now it is irreparable.

From then on, there was no Su Yang in the world.

The boy who played the guitar, hummed a ditty, and expressed his love speciously disappeared forever.

Fu Zhou only felt that there was an empty space in his chest, which disappeared with Su Yang's departure.

……

A few days later, he was found from home. At that time, he was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and Su Yang's body was sitting at the dining table.

The assistant and bodyguards rushed in, and they were all stunned on the spot. There was an unpleasant rancid smell in the room. Because there was no ventilation for a long time, it almost made people want to vomit.

Wearing home clothes, Fu Zhou came out of the kitchen with a calm expression. He put a bowl of shredded pork noodles with tomatoes in front of Su Yang, and sat beside him, his voice soft enough to almost drip water.

He said: "There is no chopped green onion, I know you don't like that taste, just try it to see if it suits your appetite."

The assistant feels that the boss in front of him is not normal anymore. Young Master Su has obviously been dead for several days, but he stubbornly refuses to accept this reality. Living in this environment for a few days, it is easy to become mentally disturbed.

He cautiously walked in front of Fu Zhou and persuaded him, "President Fu, please express your condolences, Young Master Su is dead..."

Fu Zhou lightly raised his eyes to look at him, those eyes were cold and empty, without the slightest emotion.

Beads of sweat fell from the assistant's forehead, and he didn't dare to say any more, and hurried out to call Miss Fu's family.

Fu Ya hurried over when she received the call, she didn't dare to tell the elders in the family, especially Mrs. Fu, for fear that her already weak heart would not be able to bear the blow.

The moment she saw Fu Zhou, her eyes turned red.

This is the first time Fu Ya has seen her younger brother's half-dead look. His eyes have clearly lost half of his anger, as if life is meaningless to him, and he can only look at the rotting corpse. mood.

She asked carefully: "A Zhou, are you, are you still normal?"

Fu Zhou glanced at her and asked, "Sister, why are you here? Do you want some noodles? A Yao just said it's delicious. Let me serve you a bowl."

Then he stood up and went to the kitchen.

With a sore nose, Fu Ya stepped forward and hugged him, saying: "Azhou, don't be like this, my sister's heart hurts seeing him... He is no longer here, why are you doing this?"

Fu Zhou didn't seem to understand what she said, so he just said, "It's fine if you don't want to eat, and I'll add another bowl to Ayao later."

Fu Ya shook her head, choked with sobs and said, "Su Yao is no longer here, do you understand? Huh? He's dead!"

Fu Zhou pushed her away, obviously displeased.

Fu Ya took his hand and persuaded: "Azhou, listen to my sister once, please let Su Yao go to the earth and rest in peace. Who are you torturing like this? Will the dead feel sorry for you? No, He doesn't feel it anymore, you will only make me and my parents worry..."

Fu Zhou hugged Su Yang on his lap, and said coldly: "I know you don't like him, I will protect him carefully in the future, and I won't let you bully him again, tell mom to leave us alone in the future It's over."

Fu Ya persuaded him for a while, but Fu Zhou refused to listen at all. He seemed to only live in his own world, and he couldn't listen to anything else. that's it.

Fu Ya had no choice but to invite old Mr. Fu. This half-life veteran slapped Fu Zhou twice, but he didn't respond at all. It wasn't until those people tried to take away Su Yao's body that he suddenly walked away. He got up from the ground and snatched frantically, as if he had completely lost his mind.

In the end, he was overwhelmed to the ground by more than a dozen special forces, sedated, and taken to the hospital by force.

……

Three months later.

"Chasing Shadows" directed by Wang Peng was officially broadcast. On the screen, a big boy in a white shirt and black uniform pants, with a light smile, won the hearts of countless girls.

He stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, looked at the girl not far away with sadness in his eyes, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, that pure sadness instantly infected everyone in the cinema.

The ending song played slowly, and with Wen Xuning's hoarse and affectionate voice, the sadness was exaggerated to the extreme.

In this movie, compared to the hero and heroine starring the popular Little Fresh Meat, this male supporting actor who is as elegant as an ink painting and infatuated to the point of being stupid is even more dazzling.

This spring, there is a secret love called Sheng Rui; there is a regret called Su Yao.

When the crowd left, a tall but thin man slowly walked out of the movie theater. His lonely figure was very bleak, and he seemed out of place in the bustling street.

He turned on the phone, and on the screensaver were two men embracing each other, one in gray and one white in the same style of home clothes, the tall man looked at the boy in his arms tenderly, while the slender boy lowered his eyelashes, a little shy and well-behaved .

——Well, my partner is still waiting for me to go back to have dinner with me.

——He is very jealous, if he goes on a date with a handsome guy like the senior without saying anything, I will suffer a lot when I get home.

If he had seen this video at the beginning, maybe everything after that would not have happened.

He thought so more than once.

But he was also very clear that even though he was dazzled by jealousy that night, why didn't he reveal the deepest desire in his heart? That boy always pretended to be affectionate, but how sincere was he?

Only with this cruel method, Su Yang will face up to his feelings instead of just perfunctory.

It's really ridiculous, the active one has never been emotional, while the passive one is gradually sinking into the mud, unable to extricate himself.

If there is an afterlife, he will never let go.

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At twelve o'clock that night, a traffic accident occurred on Changming Road.

Fu Zhou, the most outstanding entrepreneur in City B, was rescued but died on the spot.

The second volume of the prince's escaped fiancée