After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

As soon as he lay down, he immediately sank into the fluffy package. Zhou Fushen couldn't see his expression, he could only see the white ankle dangling on his knee, and heard the fairy tale drama coming from inside. Music, but even so, he still squats stubbornly in the hunting range like a feline with evil intentions, as if as long as he insists on waiting, there will be something that will make him jump up and bite his throat Like the timing.

"Senior brother, since we have driven away the monster, we shouldn't pursue it too much? After all, these villagers were also deceived, and they are innocent. Besides, aren't we practicing Taoism to kill demons and protect the world? How can you ..."

The lines of the TV series are clear to the ear, Zhou Fu is expressionless, but there is a trace of cold contempt hidden in the dark eyes, he always treats things that he is not interested in, and usually he is too lazy to give alms, let alone give birth to any feelings , but at this moment, he was uncharacteristically calculating in his heart.

——Now that you have realized the Tao of longevity and have the power to transcend the mundane, then looking at the short-lived ignorant mortals, aren't they no different from ants?Who cares about ants?Where in the world are there so many saints with boundless love?So as long as you think about it carefully, you will understand that the decent stand in this kind of fairy tale drama is fundamentally untenable.

He didn't understand what was so good about it.

Zhou Fushen stood up, deliberately went around Jiang Ran, then walked to the French window, and took out a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.

And it just so happened that the protagonist played by Yu Jingnian also officially appeared on the stage, "No matter what the reasons are, I was the one who felt sorry for you back then..."

As soon as the unique voice sounded, Zhou Fushen immediately stopped and looked over as if aware of it.

The gaze was so intense that Jiang Ran didn't even raise his head, but he felt a bit of a sharp edge in his peripheral vision, like a file scraping his skin fiercely, with a wordless oppression.

Bite the bullet and carried it for a while, Jiang Ran finally couldn't help frowning, he pressed the tablet with his palm, and glanced at Zhou Fushen across the gap between his legs.

At the same time, Zhou Fushen turned his hand holding the champagne as if it had just thawed out, and the sound of the cork popping out suddenly resounded in the room.

Then there was the rushing sound of water, and the translucent wine slowly rose from the transparent glass wall. Zhou Fushen got up and walked towards Jiang Ran.

The two kept looking at each other throughout the whole process, Jiang Ran watched Zhou Fushen knelt and sat beside the bed, leaned forward and asked him, "Shall I watch with Ran Ran?"

watch together?Just now he said that he would never bother him, but now he came here with a stern face to act like a good boy. Zhou Fushen just has no sense of shame, talks like farting, and also likes to push his nose on his face.

"Don't force yourself so much." Jiang Ran fiddled with the position of the tablet twice on his legs and said, "A twisted melon is not sweet."

"What if I think it's sweet?" Zhou Fushen said: "It's boring to not fight or grab the results. You have to do your best to taste the taste in everything. What do you think?"

"How do I know." Hearing Zhou Fushen's irrational words again, Jiang Ran found that he was not as angry as before, but unexpectedly calm: "I just remember that when I sent you the original work of this drama, you asked me Go read more books to improve your appreciation ability, the result is good now, I don’t force you, you take the initiative yourself, this is the case in such trivial matters, and it is also the same in the issue of dealing with your cronies, since you can understand these things early in the morning Let go for me, then why did you go early?"

Zhou Fu lowered his head and smiled deeply, rubbing the rim of the wine glass with his fingertips, seemingly resigned, but it was not the case when he opened his mouth: "I also want to go through fire and water for you, and be a hero who can withstand the wind and rain, but will you give me this chance? ? Have you ever confided in me about the resentment you hold in your heart?"

"Interesting, Zhou Fushen."

Jiang Ran also laughed, and he turned his head: "In the past four years, you have not allowed me to have a different concept from yours. You have asked me to follow your rhythm in everything. Once I just wanted to buy a watch on a whim, just a watch. It’s just that, for me, it looks like I can tell the time, but you are like a lunatic artist who strives to make the work perfect. You took me from shop to shop for six hours, and the next day was another six hours. No doubt, You're usually like this... you always treat me like your property, and now you tell me that you don't understand some things if I don't tell them?"

"I want to hear it from you." Zhou Fushen stared at him: "No matter how unreasonable and dark the request is, I want you to tell me it yourself."

"..." Jiang Ran was speechless for a moment, he felt unreasonable, scratched his hair, and said: "Do you have to force me to look like that? Chasing each other for a little mistake all day long... I'm not that kind of person, and don't force me to be like that."

As he spoke, he tapped his finger on the screen and pressed the play button, as if he didn't want to talk any more.

Seeing this, Zhou Fushen could only swallow the words accumulated in his throat. He didn't know where he got so many inappropriate emotions. He wanted to pour out all these emotions to Jiang Ran. In the past, he was the one who took Joe He didn't want to say it, but Jiang Ran didn't want to hear it anymore.

But this doesn't mean that he won't repeatedly chew and brew those unwillingness and loneliness in his heart, especially after hearing the laughter on the screen and touching Jiang Ran's slightly stretched brows.

"Did I really say to let Ran Ran read more books?" He asked suddenly.

Jiang Ran glanced at him and said without hesitation, "You have never said such bastard words."

After speaking, he continued to stare at the screen.

"Does it look good?" Zhou Fushen, as if he didn't have a long memory, put Jiang Ran's sarcasm behind him in an instant, raised his hand to catch the hair by Jiang Ran's ear, and said, "I haven't seen when Ran Ran is so No distractions."

"It's okay, the plot is mediocre." Jiang Ran replied truthfully, ignoring his eccentricity: "I just want to watch Yu Jingnian."

The movements of Zhou Fushen's hands paused.

Jiang Ran acted as if he hadn't noticed his stiffness, looking at the high-spirited young man on the screen and said, "Don't you think he looks a bit like you back then? The first time I saw the criminal investigation drama he acted in on TV, I That's how I feel, so every time you make me sad, I will dig out this drama to watch, just want to find the shadow I liked in the past, remember when we were in love, and then convince myself to keep going .”

"........."

like me.

What is he like me?

"What am I?It was just a disguised personality.

Zhou Fushen felt that he should laugh and lamented that Jiang Ran was too stupid, but he couldn't laugh. Even though he had made all the mental preparations, as long as he could get back together with Jiang Ran, he would be willing to do anything, including being a Jiang Ran likes "Zhou Fushen", but when he really revealed this fact in front of him, he couldn't figure out how he felt for a while.

After all, "feeling" is illusory to him.

He used to feel that everything was meaningless, and he didn't understand the value of living. People were like floating in the void, involuntary and unrestrained, until he met Jiang Ran, and love made him down to earth...Love made him taste joy and anger The addiction brought by sorrow and joy gave him direction, but it also made him gradually become irrational, narrow-minded, and vulgar.

The evidence is that he has always known how to speak and act in order to please Jiang Ran and achieve his goals, but it is becoming more and more difficult to implement this.

Just like now, he thought that he could give up all his self-esteem and temper for Jiang Ran, but it was not the case.

When Zhou Fushen himself didn't realize it, the palm of his hand holding the wine glass gradually tightened, with blue veins sprouting on it, and the wine in the glass wall trembled unbearably, and suddenly there was a crackling sound, and the wine glass instantly exploded. Fragmented.

"Uh!"

The wine mixed with glass shards splashed everywhere, Jiang Ran instantly raised his hand to cover his eyes, not knowing what splashed in.

"Jiang Ran!" Zhou Fushen woke up like a dream, and seeing Jiang Ran covering his eyes, a huge panic suddenly enveloped him, and he couldn't wait to raise his hand to touch Jiang Ran. "Hey, let me see..."

Trembling and unquestionable, he pulled down Jiang Ran's shielding arm. Fortunately, there was no bloody scene below, only Jiang Ran's slightly squinted red eyes.

He should have breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, after the fear and panic faded away, the remaining emotions slowly twisted into a secret darkness, coiling around Zhou Fu's beating heart like a poisonous snake.

——In fact, it doesn’t matter even if Jiang Ran is blind, he will still take good care of him, and even enjoy it, because he can imagine the beauty of that scene.

Zhou Fushen was absent-minded for a moment, and before he knew it, his cut palm touched Jiang Ran's cheek, leaving a bright red mark on it.

"Get your hands away!" Perhaps Jiang Ran hadn't recovered from the pain in his eyes, Jiang Ran's irritability climbed to the extreme at the moment, and he waved his hand away.

Zhou Fushen's hand was suddenly thrown into the air, and he held it high like that. The bright red blood flowed down the curve of his forearm, which looked quite frightening, but Zhou Fushen didn't react at all. The dark imagination just now was like a sweet The toxin temporarily paralyzed his nerves, but now the impatience in Jiang Ran's eyes is like a strong medicine, dragging him back to the cold reality.

He suddenly realized that he might not even be as good as those divorced men who he despised and loved to stalk, because not everyone could calmly face the indifference of their ex-lover.

"Don't move, I'll get something to clean up." Zhou Fushen turned and walked out after saying that.

Jiang Ran glanced at his bleeding palm, but hesitated to speak.

……

In a blink of an eye, the sun had already slanted to the west, and the sheets on the bed mixed with blood, wine and glass shards had long been removed and replaced with new ones, but Zhou Fushen was obviously not very proficient in these tasks, and both hands were injured, so He tossed about such a little work until the sky turned red, during which Jiang Ran sat on the sofa next to him and watched coldly. When Zhou Fushen finally finished cleaning up, before he had a rest, he opened his mouth and said he was hungry again.

Hearing that Zhou Fushen had no complaints, he immediately ran to the kitchen non-stop. Jiang Ran followed after thinking about it. He was in the living room listening to the scrambling of pots and pans, and he took this opportunity to wander around. After a long time, I still found nothing, but found a camera in the entrance.

Jiang Ran took two steps back vigilantly, and returned to the sofa resentfully. Being bored, he could only turn on the TV and broadcast a few times aimlessly, but the content was boring over and over again, as if he deliberately isolated all He wants to care about news in general.

So in the end Jiang Ran had no choice but to pick up the tablet again and continue chasing the fairy tale drama.

Without Zhou Fushen's interference, he actually saw it this time, completely forgetting the time.

The sound of porcelain touching the glass tabletop was crisp. Zhou Fushen placed the last dish on the table, and as soon as he pulled his hand away, he saw the edge of the plate was stained with bright red.

He just wanted to raise his hand to wipe it off, but he hesitated for a moment when it came, and used his chopsticks to pick up the sliced ​​meat on the plate to wipe off the blood. After doing this, he calmly put down the chopsticks, then numbly tightened the bandage, He raised his head and looked at Jiang Ran, who only had a fluffy head exposed on the sofa.

"Don't look at Ran Ran, come and eat." He called gently.

I have to say that this scene looks really warm. If you take it out alone, you should be able to participate in the public service advertisement campaign of 24 Filial Piety and Good Husbands.

But it is a pity that life is not just a fragment, and people are by no means only one side.

"Ran Ran?" Zhou Fushen raised his tone without getting a response.

However, Jiang Ran turned a deaf ear to it.

He stared at the screen intently, until a few seconds later, a cold voice suddenly appeared above his head.

"stop looking."

The tablet in Jiang Ran's hand was suddenly taken away. The action was not rough but not gentle. Jiang Ran paused for a while, and then turned his gaze away after a while: "Can't pretend anymore?"

The moment the four eyes met, Zhou Fushen's cold face was once again stained with humility and gentleness, and he said with a half-annoyance and half-smile: "Ran Ran still imagines how bad I am, obviously a man who loves you like me, is the only one in this world. There will never be another one."

Jiang Ran didn't have the heart to confront him, so he put down the chicken cub pillow and went to eat.

There was no quarrel or rebuttal, but an unknown fire suddenly ignited in Zhou Fu's deep heart. He suddenly reached out and pressed Jiang Ran's shoulder, and pressed him back on the sofa: "Since Ran Ran wants to see it so much, why don't you watch this."

Speaking of which, Zhou Fushen tapped the screen twice, and there was a rustling sound coming from inside. Before Jiang Ran could react, Zhou Fushen handed over the tablet again, and the video played on it seemed to be the video of the two making love in the past. .