[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Fushou has always disliked Naze's gorgeous, classic, delicate and trivial mansion, and it doesn't matter where it is. In this regard, Naze has always been the one who pays attention to it.

Stepping into the lobby of the hotel, Fu Chou suddenly had a sense of déjà vu to this scene.He couldn't remember how many years he had been away from this world, and Naze's experience should have been longer than his.

He leaned against the door and watched Naze open the door, but the door card was weak, once, twice...

At this moment and on the road for a long time, Fuchao has the opportunity to walk away.He knew that he didn't need to spend a night with Nase politely, to relive the sinking days in the past, and turning around to live a new life now is the right choice.

The door opened, and Fufu looked at the corridor going back and the closed elevator door at the end of the corridor.Maybe he considered Nase's feelings a little bit, maybe his laziness was inappropriate, in short, he moved his body, chose the nearest door and walked in.

It was cloudy outside, and the room was surprisingly dark. Nase's scorching breath and cool body temperature approached, and Fushou was kissed and hugged by him, and pressed onto the bed.

It started to rain, Fufu's field of vision was still dark, and he could feel the direction of the outside world.Can't see the window, but can hear raindrops beating the glass.The windows are soundproofed, and the sound of rain that should have been refreshing has become dull and distant. He half-closed his eyes, immersed in this damp and sticky atmosphere, and the metal buckle of the belt in front of him fell extremely loudly. He immediately recovered and consciously took off his clothes , At the same time, those familiar hands climbed around his waist.

Every now and then, he felt like a big fish whose scales had been stripped off.

Before meeting Naze today, he thought he had almost forgotten about this person, but his body still remembered him.He could distinguish his heartbeat from the chaos of rain and breathing, his body temperature had risen, his torso was healthy and hard, his muscles were contracting and rising, and if the night was not so dark, he should be able to see the reflection of his sweaty skin Light.

Fu Chou staggered his wet lips and turned his head towards the window.

Being so out of the way, it's not that rich people can't feel indifference, it's just that the feeling is straightforward and primitive, which can't be shaken off and is annoying.

In the middle of the night, the wind and rain finally subsided, and the original appearance of the room appeared clearly in the field of vision. Fufu blinked, and it turned out that there was light.

Is it the reason for the fusion of worlds?There is a mix of mountains, forests, villages and developed cities. The scenery outside the window is different from what you imagined. High floors can't see the sky, and you can't see the distance. Through the fine rain curtain, there are blurred and dense real estate lights, layers of neon signs, The blue is like a strange fish in the deep sea, and the blood red is like a dead mountain fire.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Fucho squinted his eyes, and really saw Naze's brown hair scattered beside him, and the tiny sweat droplets on his forehead reflected the shimmer.

"Don't you need to go home with the children?"

Naze smiled inexplicably, but there was no smile in his words.

"If it weren't for the child's death, I wouldn't have divorced. My wife said she couldn't live with me..."

"Don't flirt with me."

"Inhumane."

Nase stepped aside at his will.The ground was littered with clothes, he propped up his body, fished out the shirt that was a little far away, and buried his face in it.

There seemed to be something in the shirt, and Naze found a piece of paper full of words from the left pocket.

The handwriting is beautiful, with no beginning or end. Naze saw half of it, and was suddenly taken away by the rich reward that hastily cleaned it.

"Why is she ashamed of herself?"

Fu Chou was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window, the bones of his back covered with dead white thin skin protruding, not as straight as before.

"Because anyone other than her has no shame."

There were occasional whistles outside. He looked at the rain-filled glass, half of his face was red reflected by neon lights, and half was night and bloody blue. A lamp that no longer works.

"I hope you didn't come with me because of a friend's lawsuit." Naze broke the silence, "Mizuki is my only relative, I respect her and cannot interfere in her private affairs."

Fushou didn't hear about it, but Nase didn't mind, most of the conversations were just talking to himself.He wanted to ask where Fu Chou had been away for so long, what he had done, whether he gave up his obsession, or failed.

"I heard Debussy think of you a few days ago. I still remember the dance steps you taught, but I forgot all the piano pieces." Fuchou said suddenly, "How much time it takes to get it, will be lost in a shorter time. Lost It is basically hopeless to redeem it.”

It was lost.

Naze has only a half-knowledge of Fusou's past. Thanks to his philosophy major in university and psychology as an interest, he can analyze the crux of the problem from the details of Fushou's discourse, which is deeper than knowing the truth.

"At least half of the problems are not about money, and almost all of them are about desire."

Naze likes to talk with Fuchou, because Fuchou wants not to talk about himself, and is willing to listen to him say anything he doesn't know.

"Today's people, who have everything and are completely poor. Emotionally, they are rare goods to live in, and they are cheap and cheap."

With a sigh, Nase put his arm across Tomoso from behind.

"Too early to see the vast and colorful world, too deep contact with the ugly society of money and justice, maybe action is the key to unshackle growth, but a tree without soil and roots can't grow. So people mistakenly think that material wealth It is spiritually rich, but regardless of emotional or physical laws, different satisfactions can never replace each other.”

"Just like ordinary shallow people," Fuchou held the letter in his hand, "you also try to simply classify a generation and summarize an era."

Naze has always advocated perceptual thinking and rational discussion, saying that there are always things.

"Maybe the problem you're having is also related to your psychological and childhood deficits."

"What exactly?"

"Electra plot and lack of fatherly love."

"Leave Floyd alone."

Fu Chou opened the letter again, his eyes scanned the words in a daze.

He took out the lighter from his pocket on the ground, lit it, and the paper was silently burned to ashes.

"It's a pity that you have no regrets." Fuchao said, "You were born in the clouds and never fell to the ground. You think about 'people' in a wild way, but you don't care about real people. You can bear the wind and rain when you are in trouble, and you will calm down when the crisis passes. Feng Hua Xue Yue, although you are not greedy, you encourage greed."

All of a sudden, Fushou was tired of everything around him, like an endless song, so he said what he had observed about Naze all the time, without thinking about whether it would hurt others.

"Once capital expands, it is destined to crush ordinary people. You sometimes care about it, but because it has nothing to do with you, you are powerless or tired of taking risks, you quickly shift your attention. Elite capitalists like you who think they are thinkers will be stable. Live the rest of your life as solid as gold in the ground."

Naze slightly raised his chin to look at the paper ashes that fell to the ground, tightened his arms, and dragged him into his arms.

"Of course, the premise is that you have the capital." Fu Fu fell backwards, facing the green eyes hanging above him in a bad mood, "I'm here to listen to your relationship."

Nase is very clear about this: "You pretend to be an elite, but you will never become an elite, because you don't want to be. Just like you are destined not to be happy, you don't want to be happy."

Fushou was silent, and there was a kind of lethargy and lifelessness, which made Naze couldn't help but reflect on whether he had overdone it.

After a moment of silence, Nase held Fusho's hand that was still holding the lighter.

"Your friend has a lot of spiritual energy."

"Which one?"

"I didn't specifically feel the spiritual power exposed by someone."

Naze took the lighter from his hand, and through the looming blue patches, the naked eye could see wisps of smoky spiritual power wrapped around the lighter.

"It's the remaining traces of spiritual power."

The blue pieces of the supernatural ability shattered into light dust, and the traces of spiritual power were no longer visible.Only then did Fuchou recall that when he left the conference room, he carried the cigarette case upwards, and the lighter should not have fallen out.

"In fact, there is another reason why Mizuki insisted on going to court. She felt that whether Qiuyue's stroke or accidental death was very strange." Naze said, "When he fell into the river, only Harada was present. , that is, Harada cooks for her recipe, so she suspects that the food in her and Harada's recipe are incompatible."

"Cooking and handling of ingredients is not standardized, and chronic food poisoning is more likely."

It was interesting considering that she hired a lawyer who was good at criminal cases.

As far as Fuso knows, Harada is not a professional chef and has no knowledge of nutrition and food chemistry.Besides, the original partner doesn't even hate her, so what motive does she have for the murder?If it is for inheritance, she has spiritual power so why use those twists and turns.

"You don't want to meddle in Meiyue's private affairs because you don't want to push it to a bad side."

Seeing Naze shrugged, Fu asked.

"If I help her dig out the secret, what price can you give?"