President, I am reinforced straight

Pan Wei stepped on the accelerator hard, and his trot with good performance drew a beautiful black arc in the quiet neighborhood.

At the intersection, Pan Wei held the phone with one hand but still couldn't open it.Caught off guard by the urging sound of the car behind him, he threw his phone on the seat next to him irritably, opened the window and held the steering wheel with one hand and drove all the way home.

At this point, Fu Jinzhi should have gone to work, so he must not be at home, and he cannot answer the phone.

But he still subconsciously wanted to go home, still holding in his heart the unrealistic fantasy that Fu Jinzhi would be waiting for him.

In fact, it is common for him to get drunk outside, but the people around him usually help him find an assistant or book a hotel room for him.

He is actually very familiar with the feeling of being at a loss when he wakes up in the morning and doesn't know where he is.

But never had he been so bewildered.

After parking the car in the parking space, he ran into the corridor with a mobile phone that looked like a brick.

Looking at the slowly changing numbers on the elevator display board, he forced himself to calm down slowly.

It's okay, Fu Xiaoguan is so good, he won't be fussy.You don't have to bother with him, he apologizes well, there is nothing that cannot be resolved between the two of you, isn't it?

The elevator door opened slowly in front of him, and Pan Wei clenched his hands tightly behind his back, waiting for the old man pushing the stroller to slowly sway down, and helped her push the stroller stuck in the middle, with difficulty. Pulled a smile to respond to the old man's thank you.

Waiting for the grandparent and grandson to leave the door, afraid that the one would run into the elevator, tap the floor key of fifteen, open the door and rush into the house at a speed comparable to that of him entering the college entrance examination room when he was almost late.

The house was very clean, and the coat that Fu Jinzhi often wore was still hanging on the hanger at the door.

Pan Wei supported the table and took a few breaths. After he calmed down, he changed his shoes and walked slowly inside.

There is nothing wrong with everything.

Fu Jinzhi's cup was placed on the coffee table in the living room, and the coffee in it had not been washed.Next to the cup was an ashtray that Pan Wei had never seen before, with a few cigarette butts in it.There are bags of empty noodles on the countertop in the kitchen, and there is a small saucepan that has been washed by the sink.

Pan Wei walked upstairs slowly, stopped at the door of the bedroom, put his hand on the handle and paused.

Click.

The underside of the door brushed against the rug on the floor, and Pan Wei stepped in slowly with his bare feet.

Suddenly, there was only a sound of falling in the quiet room, and Pan Wei's hand that had been holding the phone was empty.The black phone bounced twice on the uncarpeted floor and fell into the corner.

Directly in front of Pan Wei's line of sight was the open wardrobe.The bottom floor where the two people put their suitcases was half empty, and there were only two large suitcases dragged by Pan Wei.The place where the clothes were hung was a bit messy, and the pile next to Pan Wei's clothes was obviously shorter than the original one. With his sharp eyes, he could tell at a glance that Fu Jinzhi had taken away the most frequently worn shirts in it.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Pan Wei let out a long sigh, and buried his face in his palms.

His rationality told him that it was impossible for Fu Jinzhi to be someone who would run away from home because of anger, and so many details before showed that he must have only left temporarily.

But seeing such a scene, Pan Wei still felt empty in his heart.

He couldn't tell what it felt like, but it probably didn't feel good, even though he had already gotten used to it.

Just like when I was a child, my parents would pick up things bit by bit when they came home every week.He stood behind them, watching the familiar room belonging to his parents being slowly emptied.From a clean and tidy bedroom to a storage room where they only come back to take a look when they occasionally think about leaving something behind.

His mother also carried the suitcase in the same way, casually pulling out the clothes she liked from the closet, and then folded them and put them in.He can still accurately recall the sound of the button of the box being snapped shut.

Or when he grows up and opens his eyes in bed, usually empty and untidy hotel rooms left by his bedmates.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, Pan Wei stood up slowly. With his dizzy head on his head, he walked to the corner and bent down to pick up the phone.

Not wanting to straighten up, Pan Wei simply retreated into the corner of the wall.

This time the phone turned on steadily.

Pan Wei held it, staring straight at the system wallpaper above.

Like a ghost, he clicked on the synchronized pictures, searched twice and found a photo of Fu Jinzhi.

It was Pan Wei who took the sneak shot when they were out for a walk.

On the screen, Fu Jinzhi is slender, wearing a simple gray sweater and jeans, holding a cup of milk tea in one hand, turning around and smiling.The man has a high nose bridge and red lips, looking directly at the camera with a slight smile in his eyes.Behind him was a blurry sea of ​​light.

Thumb caressing the corner of the man's raised mouth, Pan Wei lowered his head and looked at the person on the screen in a daze.

It took a while for Fu Jinzhi's text message to be displayed above the prompt bar, and it was very short.Before the prompt bar retracted automatically, Pan Wei had already read the line.

Closed training camp...

Pan Wei smiled wryly.

He was really not sure when he came back, whether the problem between the two of them would simply turn over or continue to ferment into what he had envisioned.After all, the latter has appeared too many times in him.

He doesn't have any confidence in dealing with the relationship between two people. To be precise, he even has very little experience.

How did it change from simply not being able to go home to eat?

Pan Wei sniffed, stood up against the wall and rubbed his numb legs, and went to the kitchen downstairs as if stepping on cotton, opened the refrigerator, and thought about taking two eggs to find some Fu Jinzhi yesterday. The noodle pads that you eat will cushion your stomach.

The refrigerator was still full of things, but what caught Pan Wei's attention was a bag of things in the freezer that was still in a plastic bag with the supermarket logo printed on it.

Taking it off the shelf and putting it on the counter, Pan Wei closed the refrigerator door.

In the bag are several semi-finished veal steaks, the kind with a seasoning package and suddenly butter, which is very suitable for supper.

Did Fu Jinzhi go to the supermarket to buy it after knowing that he would not go home?

Pan Wei grabbed the handle of the plastic bag and let out a long sigh.

As if he had made up his mind, he turned around, walked to the dining table, picked up his mobile phone, and called Dr. Xie.

"Hello." The phone rang for a while before being answered, "Pan Wei?"

Pan Wei cleared his throat: "It's me, I want to ask you..."

"Is it about Xiao Fu's studies?" Dr. Xie whispered a few words to the people next to him, and then went to a quiet place next to him before continuing, "He is looking for you like crazy."

"I'm sorry." Pan Wei looked down at the table, unconsciously pulling his fingers, "Can you tell me something specific? I want to go find him."

"It's useless for you to find him. They have a closed training camp. You might as well wait for him at home."

"I... can't. I have to go find him." Pan Wei raised his head and looked out of the window with firm eyes, "It's better to wait at the airport, I want to see him sooner."

Dr. Xie sighed, but smiled: "It's not something to keep secret, it's in Lausanne, Switzerland."

"Thank you."

Pan Weili hung up the phone, turned to the Internet and directly booked a ticket for the afternoon flight.

Pulling out his suitcase from the bottom shelf of the closet, Pan Wei checked the weather forecast and threw two pieces of clothes in. When he dragged the suitcase to go out, he called the secretary: "I won't be here for the next two weeks, please email me if something happens." "What are you doing again!" The secretary became anxious when he heard this.

"Looking for a husband from a thousand miles away." With that said, Pan Wei took the suitcase and got on the elevator.

The secretary over there also obviously heard the sound of the wheels turning, and stood up at a row of tables: "No, Mr. Pan! Wait... What did you say? Say it again!?" He said something that made his voice jump an octave.

"Don't go on! Click on Weibo to see!"

Pan Wei hung up the phone, turned on the data, and clicked on Weibo.

@Ji Zeng: Chatted until late at night. @entertainment circles dad

Below is a picture of Pan Wei sleeping soundly, huddled on the sofa under a small blanket, with his head turned away from the camera, only his face flushed from drunkenness can be seen clearly.

Really fucking can do it.

Huanshi had been discussing when to release Pan Wei's account for some time, and he had done a lot of planning, but he didn't expect it to be exposed by this grandson today.It's not clear how gay is gay in gay.