Clothes as before

As soon as Fu Lingyi turned his head, he saw Chu Liuxiang walking towards him.

The clothes are better than the snow, and the jade trees are facing the wind.

Laughter is the coolness and clarity of the breeze and the moon.

What Fu Lingyi admired most was his openness, and the corners of his thin lips curled up.

Chu Liuxiang sat down beside him, bent one long leg, and after a while, suddenly smiled.

Fu Lingyi glanced at him, "What are you laughing at?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "I just thought of two months ago."

At that time, he and Su Rongrong were resting on the deck, and Fu Lingyi followed them.

Chu Liuxiang looked at the sea in the distance, thinking of Fu Lingyi wearing white clothes and stepping on the water that night.

With the moonlight and the color of the water, it is like a fairy walking out of a scroll.

Maybe there has been a difference since that moment, but he didn't understand at that time, only waiting for time to tell him everything.

When Chu Liuxiang said this, Fu Lingyi also thought of the situation at that time, but what he thought of was the battle that ended without much fighting.

Speaking of which, he and Chu Liuxiang haven't had a good fight yet.

It just so happened that he was fine now, why not fight Chu Liuxiang to loosen his muscles and bones.

Thinking so in his heart, Fu Lingyi said directly: "Chu Liuxiang, let's fight."

Chu Liuxiang was taken aback, then smiled and refused: "No need, I can't beat you."

Fu Lingyi was capable of going head-to-head with Shi Guanyin.

What's more, even if you can beat him, you won't fight him.

Fu Lingyi glanced at him: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Chu Liuxiang smiled: "Yes."

Fu Lingyi really didn't expect him to be so straightforward: "Hey, you give up so easily?"

Chu Liuxiang said naturally: "Losing to you is not considered a loss."

Fu Lingyi originally wanted to hurt Chu Liuxiang, but when he met Chu Liuxiang's eyes, he suddenly stopped.

- Losing to you is not a loss.

This sentence... I seem to have heard it somewhere?

Who had he heard it before?

Fu Lingyi rubbed his forehead, thinking hard, Chu Liuxiang's voice was concerned: "What's wrong?"

Fu Lingyi shook his head subconsciously: "It's nothing." He was about to say something, but Li Hongxiu's laughing voice came over: "Come and eat soon."

Think about it after dinner.

With such thoughts in mind, Fu Lingyi happily ran to eat, but he overestimated himself.

He couldn't refuse the temptation of the bed, Fu Lingyi rubbed his cheeks after eating and drinking, and decided to go to bed first.

Wake up and think again.

In the middle of the night, Fu Lingyi woke up drowsy and thirsty. Thanks to Chu Liuxiang, who had put a pot of herbal tea in his room, he wouldn't be asked to go out and search for water in the cabin.

Chu Liuxiang really has a delicate mind.

Speaking of which, he is the most delicate and gentle man he has ever seen, and women are naturally listening to the snow.

That guy really doted on her husband to the sky. He even complained before, "I think he won't be able to leave you if you continue like this."

In this regard, Tingxue said with a smile: "This is the best."

Thinking of the couple's way of getting along, Fu Lingyi couldn't help but spread his hands and said, it really is... There is no limit to dog abuse.

Wait a minute, Fu Lingyi's fingers tightened, and he suddenly thought of where he heard the phrase "losing to you is not considered a loss".

Listen to the snow there.

Fu Lingyi opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and suddenly realized that Chu Liuxiang's expression was exactly the same as Ting Xue's when he said this.

But Ting Xue said this to her lover.

And Chu Liuxiang was facing him.

Wait, wait, something seems wrong.

Fu Lingyi paced back and forth a few times, threw the teacup back to its original place with a toss, grabbed his long hair and walked around twice, suddenly covered his forehead, and sat on the edge of the bed thinking.

He lowered his eyes halfway, his eyes were as cold as ice and snow.

If you want to understand the essence of a matter, you must first detach yourself from it.

See and think with the eyes of an outsider.

Only in this way can we get closer to the truth.

So the truth is?

He closed his eyes, and the images of the past emerged one by one, including Chu Liuxiang's firmness and gentleness holding his wrist, two people discussing the case face to face with a tacit understanding, and two people fighting side by side with tacit understanding.

What's more, it's Chu Liuxiang's tenderness hidden in the depths of her eyes but never too much concealed.

Father, like son.

Fu Lingyi, who pulled himself out of the game, was dumbfounded. He suddenly felt that he might, probably understood Chu Liuxiang's weirdness.

And Ji Bingyan's meaningful eyes.

Does Chu Liuxiang... like him?

If not, why would you look at him that way?Thinking about it again, he has never looked at his friend with that kind of gaze, and his friend, even if he is gentle and tolerant like Jiubai, has never looked at him with such a gaze.

Such gazes seem to only appear between husband and wife.

Wait, Fu Lingyi patted his forehead, thinking that he shouldn't be sentimental and imagine that Chu Liuxiang has such a personality.

Thinking of this, Fu Lingyi leaned back and fell on the bed: Don't think so much, there is nothing, so let's go to sleep.

……

After a while, Fu Lingyi opened his eyes: he is so stupid to deceive himself and others.

Chu Liuxiang's personality is gentle and unrestrained, and he is indeed respectful and tolerant towards his friends, but he has never looked at Hu Tiehua and Ji Bingyan with that kind of gaze.

It seemed that he was the only one.

Thinking about it this way, Fu Lingyi felt that he was being too self-indulgent?

He rubbed his head, tsk, what are you thinking, if you want to be sure, ask Chu Liuxiang tomorrow.

It's embarrassing, but it's the way to solve the problem, right?

If he thought too much, then he would naturally apologize seriously. If he thought right, it's best not to.

Feelings are a kind of burden. He is afraid of letting others down, and he is also afraid that others will let him down.

What's more, he and Chu Liuxiang are not from the same world, so this will only make this burden even heavier.

After tossing and turning for a while, Fu Lingyi finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he actually saw the person named his mother again. She knelt and sat in front of the table, writing a letter while weeping.

And that young self stood in the corner at a loss.

She seldom smiles, and even when she smiles, there is always sadness and melancholy in her eyes. I heard the old man in the mansion say that she was not like this before. When she was a girl, she always laughed before saying anything. There is no more beautiful scenery in the world.

Fu Lingyi knew what happened to her since he could remember, because of a man separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, the ends of the world.

So... why?

Why do you change because of him?Why is it always only him?

Is love above all else?Are your father, mother, friends... children all unimportant?

Who do you care about besides that person?

Fu Lingyi never understood his mother, but he didn't need to, because he knew that he would never be like his mother, and it would always be more important to him than love.

This landscape, wind and moon is far more joyful than love and flesh.

This time Fu Lingyi didn't sleep well at all, those deepest memories made him almost fall out of bed several times.

After another headache and irritability, Fu Lingyi's wrist was suddenly held by someone to feel his pulse, and then he heard a very familiar voice, the voice was very low: "Rongrong, go get the bezoar two liang, Rhino horn quarters, musk half two..."

Fu Lingyi also did some research on medicine. Chu Liuxiang said that these medicinal herbs are the best for clearing away heat and detoxifying. If it is related to his restlessness, he probably has a cold.

He lazily opened his eyes, and saw Chu Liuxiang sitting on the head of his bed with eager eyes: "Do you want some water?"

Fu Lingyi hummed, Chu Liuxiang immediately moved gently to help him sit up, Fu Lingyi took his hand, drank water to moisten his throat, he just woke up, and with a headache, he didn't think of anything when he saw Chu Liuxiang , but after drinking water and realizing that Chu Liuxiang's hand was still on his shoulder, Fu Lingyi suddenly thought of his question from yesterday.

At the same time, he suddenly felt that the hand holding him was very awkward.

But Chu Liuxiang helped him out of good intentions, and he couldn't get rid of him because of the awkward feeling from his guess.

He has not encountered much kindness since he was a child, so this makes him feel that everyone's kindness and tenderness should be appreciated and cherished even if they are small.

However, with such a guess in his heart, he really felt embarrassed when facing Chu Liuxiang. Fu Lingyi pursed his lips, and decided to ask directly. Such procrastination would only make him unable to face Chu Liuxiang properly.

So, Fu Lingyi coughed: "Chu Liuxiang."

Hearing his cough, Chu Liuxiang's heart suddenly lifted and he said nervously: "What? Is there any discomfort?"

The eyebrows were furrowed because of worry, and the dark eyes also had an indescribable worry and concern, faintly distressed.

Fu Lingyi shook his head subconsciously, and he murmured: "No, nothing..." However, the next moment, he thought of his own problem again. As the saying goes, if you stop, you will suffer from it.

It's not good to procrastinate like this, not to be dry and not to be crisp.

Yes or no, he will apologize.

Fu Lingyi pursed his lips, "Chu Liuxiang, I have something to ask you."

Before the words were finished, someone symbolically knocked on the half-closed door twice, and it was Li Hongxiu and Song Tian'er who came.

The eyes of the two people were also concerned and worried. Presumably, they should have known it from Su Rongrong.

Song Tian'er and Li Hongxiu immediately looked at the young man on the bed.

Although it shouldn't be, Li Hongxiu and Song Tian'er were amazed in an instant.

Clothes are better than snow, long hair is like ink, and black and white are like ink on mountains and rivers.

However, what is more touching than the landscape painting is his appearance. Because of his frailty, the bewitching brows that are so cold that people dare not look directly at them have softened into another kind of gentleness that is indescribable in words.

It's like red plums reflecting snow.

The author has something to say: Suddenly, I really want to write about the kind of foreign shou who is strong, elegant, masculine, stable, in control of everything, turning his hands into clouds and rain.

Gong is cold, autistic, and mentally ill. He used to be a genius in Chinese medicine, at the level of a male god, but later he met a scum who plotted against him in the name of love and became mentally ill. Teachers are also friends.