Rarely fascinated

Fang Zhiyuan ordered pork rib soup and wontons stuffed with shrimp and corn for Wen Cun, fearing that he would be hungry again at night, so he ordered an extra box of sushi. breathed a sigh of relief.

What an eventful time.

It has only been a few months since he came to City B, and so many things have happened that he can't count on his five fingers.Fang Zhiyuan is really a little tired. He is tired of dealing with Fang Zhihuan, his family, and all kinds of sudden and unexpected bad things. If he has any good gains from this trip, Then maybe there is only warmth left.

Thinking of Wen Cun, Fang Zhiyuan felt that he was much less tired.

But Fang Zhihuan's bleeding leg with a hideous wound suddenly appeared in his mind.He didn't want to control Fang Zhihuan at all, but he always thought about it uncontrollably.That person Fang Zhihuan really went crazy, and he was ruthless towards himself. Fang Zhiyuan didn't doubt that Fang Zhihuan would really just ignore it and let his one leg be completely abolished, just to let his heart stay. eternal guilt.

Fang Zhiyuan pulled his hair vigorously and forced himself to calm down. He has been a very rational person since he was a child, but in front of Fang Zhihuan, he was always defeated again and again.How far will Fang Zhihuan have to push him before he is willing to give up.

He stood there for a long time and thought for a long time.

He won't let Fang Zhihuan's calculation start. It's impossible for Fang Zhihuan to ask him to forgive him. It's even more impossible for him to feel guilty for a lifetime because of one leg and carry the name "Fang Zhihuan" in his heart forever.

He took a deep breath, then took big steps and walked towards the stairs.

When I saw Fang Zhihuan again, Fang Zhihuan had already changed into a pair of pants, not loose sports pants, but black leather pants that stretched tightly on his legs. Fang Zhihuan's legs were long, thin and straight, and wearing those pants made him look even more His legs are very well-shaped, but if there are injuries on the legs, it is a special torment to wear them.

Fang Zhihuan leaned against the wall, playing with a fruit knife with his slender fingers, lowered his eyelashes, and lowered his head to peel an apple for his father.

His right leg is slightly bent, and he uses his left leg to support the entire weight of his body. From a distance, he can't see anything wrong. trembling.

Fang Zhiyuan pushed the door open and went in, calling out, "Dad."

"Zhiyuan is here." Fang's father only shed a layer of skin on his legs, and did not hurt the flesh inside. Now he can move his legs by himself. He changed his posture and looked at Fang Zhiyuan, "When did you come back?" ?”

"Not long." Fang Zhiyuan took a look at Fang Zhihuan, and said in a low voice, "I'm looking for... my brother has something to do."

Fang Zhihuan was not at all surprised that Fang Zhiyuan would come to him, he looked up at Fang Zhiyuan, and uttered a syllable with his nose, "En."

Father Fang knew about Fang Zhihuan and Fang Zhiyuan's affairs. He frowned and looked at Fang Zhihuan with a sharp look in his eyes.

Fang Zhihuan handed the peeled apple to his father, then glanced at Fang Zhiyuan, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

When they were in the ward, the two of them still walked in tandem. When they left the door of the ward, Fang Zhiyuan dragged Fang Zhihuan forward, regardless of whether his legs could keep up.

Fang Zhihuan's face distorted slightly due to the pain in his leg, but he said with a smile, "Don't worry."

Fang Zhiyuan directly dragged Fang Zhihuan to the roof of the hospital, then let go of his hands, fixed his eyes on Fang Zhihuan and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I didn't want to do anything." Fang Zhihuan tilted his head and looked at him with a very natural expression, as if he was not the one who begged Fang Zhiyuan to forgive him out of control in the toilet, he said with a low smile, "Didn't you say that I have nothing to do with you? Now care what I do."

Fang Zhiyuan looked at the smiling and triumphant Fang Zhihuan with a livid face, and clenched his fists.

Fang Zhihuan knew that he would definitely come, he was as sure as winning, and Fang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth with hatred on his expression of determination to win. Since childhood, he has always been like an ant in Fang Zhihuan's palm. Fang Zhihuan knows him too well. If the contest between them Compared to playing a game of chess, Fang Zhihuan didn't predict where he would go, but only left him the only one way to go. He was always in a desperate situation and had to go that way.

"Go fix your leg."

Fang Zhiyuan was silent for a long while without speaking, and it took a long time before he squeezed these words out between his teeth.

"Why?" Fang Zhihuan sneered, "As you wish, we have nothing to do with each other now, and I don't pester you anymore, you still care about what I do."

"I've already said what I said, it's your business whether you can cure it or not." Fang Zhiyuan turned his back to Fang Zhihuan, his hair was slightly fluttered by the cool wind, and his voice was without any emotion, "I know you want me to feel guilty , makes me uncomfortable, makes me think of you from time to time because of guilt no matter what I do, but do you think that if you do that, there will be something different in my heart? If it is any person in this world, I will have the same reaction , you really don't need to be so complacent."

Fang Zhihuan still smiled lightly and casually, walked up to Fang Zhiyuan, put his arm on the railing, leaned on his head and said, "So what does it have to do with you if I have a broken leg? You are right, I just want you to think about me because you stabbed me and broke a leg, and you will never forget me. I said I want you to remember me forever, and you will definitely remember me forever. Until the second you die." He paused, looked at the endless tall buildings in the distance, took a deep breath, concealed all the emotions rising in his heart, and asked softly, "You and him are already together Is it?"

Fang Zhiyuan ignored him.

Fang Zhihuan waited for a while, but before he got an answer, he asked again, "Are you with him?"

"None of your business." Fang Zhiyuan stared at the place where his pants and shoes meet, "It's bleeding."

"None of your business." Fang Zhihuan also replied, and then asked again, "Are you with him yet?"

Fang Zhiyuan knew that if he didn't answer Fang Zhihuan's question, Fang Zhihuan could chase him tirelessly all day long, but he really didn't want to talk about him and Wen Wen in front of Fang Zhihuan.This Virgo jerk thing.

"I came to you today because of your leg, don't talk about other things with me."

"Tell me if you're all right, and I'll go bandage it up."

Fang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Fang Zhihuan laughed, raised his eyebrows, and said in a very firm tone, "You're not well at all."

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Posted in a bit of a hurry today and didn't have time to change anything,