Summit

The next day, the scene where Yan Ling and Fu Heng met for the first time started filming again.

The gorgeous sunset twirls the sky into a brocade, and the late spring sunset brushes over the fresh green of the sycamores and slowly falls to the horizon.A few strands of gold leaked out from the gaps in the branches and treetops, and projected onto the gurgling river along the bank, shining a halo like broken gold.

There are few pedestrians on the street full of phoenix trees.Some of them were probably art students from a nearby university. They set up their drawing boards in twos and threes, and drew quickly with brushes.In their hands, the small street has gradually become the beauty of late spring on the drawing paper.

"Hey, here we come, look quickly." A boy with dyed yellow hair at the far end nudged the person next to him with his elbow.

The young man with shoulder-length hair was caught off guard, and the sharp pencil in his hand immediately drew hasty marks on the paper.He frowned slightly, probably not very interested in what his companion said, but he had to casually raise his head to look at it because of his affection.

As a result, this glance directly looked into the eyes of the man walking towards him.

Beneath the sword-like brows that had been folded like a knife blade, was a pair of eyes as deep as stagnant water.The man with stern features and deep eyebrows moved the burning cigarette to his mouth and took a puff as he walked, then flicked the ash with his fingers casually.

Fu Heng's eyes subconsciously turned to the man's fingers.

The man's fingers holding the cigarette are long and slender, with well-defined joints, and even the nails are neatly trimmed, leaving no trace of whiteness.

"This is a pair of nimble and powerful hands." Fu Heng thought for no reason.He retracted his gaze, changed to a clean piece of art paper, lowered his head and began to draw intently.

"How about it, isn't it good? Am I interesting enough?" The yellow-haired young man didn't realize that Fu Heng had withdrawn his gaze, and was still praising himself endlessly, "As soon as I saw him, I knew he was to your taste, so hurry up and drag you Come, you are not happy..."

Yan Ling got off work early, and his heart was full of the failure of the operation in the afternoon. He didn't pay attention to the few art students who came and didn't come on the side of the road until a sketch lay in front of him.

"Sir, your painting."

Fu Heng stood behind the drawing board, leaning forward slightly, holding the painting he just drew in his hand.

It was a very expressive sketch.A man in a dark coat came from a distance, and the cold wind blew a corner of his coat, revealing his meticulous shirt and trousers.The man had one hand in his pocket, and the other held a flaming cigarette.

The man in the painting frowned slightly, his eyes were cold and distant, and the unhappiness that had been left over for many years was on his cold face.

Yes, not happy.The first time Fu Heng saw a man, he felt that the man was unhappy.

"He must have hidden a lot of things in his heart." Fu Heng thought to himself, "People with stories are usually not very happy." Thinking of this, the smile on Fu Heng's face became more sincere. He is like an ordinary college student who is running around for living expenses Similarly, trying to sell their portraits with a warm smile.

Yan Ling glanced at Fu Heng, and said in a low and hoarse voice from between his firm lips: "How much?"

As a gay who has never been obsessed with voice, when Fu Heng heard Yan Ling's voice, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.He clicked his tongue in his heart, but slightly raised his lips on his face.

So Yan Ling saw that the big student-looking boy in front of him bent his eyes and said rather slyly: "No money, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you then." Yan Ling didn't receive the meaning in Fu Heng's eyes at all, he thanked politely, took the painting and left.

The young man with yellow hair, who thought he could see the two peerless masters fighting, widened his eyes in surprise, and said in disbelief, "He, he just left?"

"I didn't say, Fu Heng, you were so obvious, but he just said thank you? What about the phone call? What about WeChat? It's really not there, just leave a button."

Fu Heng stood stiffly on the spot for a while, and then, as if he had figured it out, he waved his hands at his companion, and said helplessly, "He is straight."

"What, what?! I've missed it!" the yellow-haired youth shouted.

"Crack! Alright, this one is over." Yue Xiaoshan put his head out from behind the monitor, and directed the crew to say, "Temporarily call it a day. Let's have dinner first. After we finish, let's go to the next location." .”

Su Yan moved his frozen fingers, took the hand warmer that Li Zheng handed over, and held it for a while before he recovered.

Qian Duo brought the food in, and waited until the other people in the dressing room had left, then thoughtfully closed the door and left.Su Yan raised his hips and shortened the distance between him and Li Zheng from thirty centimeters to zero.Then, he threw away the hand warmer, and reached out to touch under Li Zheng's coat.

I touched it back and forth, but didn't touch half of the warm treasure sticker.Su Yan raised his eyebrows, and immediately said meaningfully: "Aren't you supposed to be 31 this year?"

"You want to say that I'm growing old and strong?" Li Zheng grabbed Su Yan's hand and put it in his palm to cover it.

Su Yan: "..."

"Why does he know more and more what I'm going to say?"

This thought flashed through Su Yan's mind, and being robbed of his lines, he had no choice but to raise his chin towards the takeaway like a grandpa.Li Zheng followed the old man's wishes and opened the takeaway food box.

After filming was on the right track, the daily schedule was very tight, and it was not easy for Su Yan to find some time to be alone with Li Zheng.While he was working hard to put warm stickers on the back of Li Zheng's coat, he was enjoying Li Zheng's meticulous and thoughtful feeding service.

Because Su Yan's makeup is heavy in the next scene, he has to prepare in advance.Therefore, Li Zheng fed him first, and then began to eat his portion.

Not long after, the make-up artist came back after finishing his boxed lunch and asked Su Yan to go make up.After tossing around for almost an hour, the make-up artist Sister Ma finally nodded and let Su Yan go to the set.

Seeing Su Yan appearing in the camera, Yue Xiaoshan raised his palm and made a downward cutting gesture, and the recorder immediately punched in: "No. 18 for the first time."

In the ambiguously lit bar, deafening drum noises shot out from all directions, easily igniting the atmosphere.A young man wearing a see-through suit on the upper body appeared off the stage to the music. He propped up the small stage with one hand, jumped up deftly, and jumped onto the stage very handsomely.

The spotlight followed his figure, hitting the center of the stage.Holding the microphone, Fu Heng snapped his fingers at the companion behind him, and the music changed suddenly.

Yan Ling returned to his house, watered the potted plants as usual, and made dinner again, but when he picked up the chopsticks to eat, the large blood vessel ruptured by the patient in the afternoon appeared uncontrollably in front of him.

Yan Ling's right hand holding the chopsticks froze in the air. After a while, he put down the chopsticks without saying a word, and returned to the kitchen with the untouched dinner.When he came out of the kitchen, Yan Ling took out the books he hadn't finished reading yesterday from the bookshelf.

At this time, the camera pushed along the long bookshelf and paused for a second at the wooden photo frame.

Inside the photo frame is a very ordinary photo, like a college graduation photo, showing a group of doctors in white coats.The background can't be seen clearly, but a trace of gunpowder smoke can be vaguely seen.

Yan Ling was holding the book, but couldn't read a single word, which made him a little anxious, so that he unknowingly finished the coffee he had prepared in advance.

Holding the empty coffee cup, Yan Ling sat without moving for a while, then he closed the book and put down the cup, grabbed the phone key, and went out again.

After wandering aimlessly on the street for half a circle, Yan Ling turned into a bar.

The loud music made Yan Ling relax slightly. He ordered a glass of brandy, and just after taking a sip, the prelude to the music changed.

At the beginning of the gentle piano sound, after a soft humming, a hoarse voice sounded: "yo

PC chasing the past

indyouofwhoweare

you'forwhile

......"

Fu Heng's voice is clean, and his voice is a bit naturally hoarse. The original version of "toofar" with a female voice has a special taste.With exquisite eyeliner, he sat on a high stool, holding the microphone in a very uninhibited way, and his long legs in bright leather motorcycle boots followed the rhythm, stepping on the beat carelessly.

At night, Fu Heng saw the well-behaved appearance of the three good students during the day. His shoulder-length hair was braided and mixed into the scattered hair without any order. When he moved his head sideways, a long string of black earrings on his left ear was exposed.He was wearing a vacuum see-through suit on his upper body, the zipper was open, and two points on his white chest were faintly visible.

Yan Ling couldn't see the people on the stage clearly, but this didn't prevent them from seeing him.

As early as when Yan Ling first entered the bar, Fu Heng discovered him.But Fu Heng wanted to confirm his judgment on Yan Ling in the afternoon, so he just watched and didn't come over.

"Sorry, I don't use WeChat." After being accosted by several men one after another, Yan Ling finally felt something was wrong.He looked around and found that there were all men present, and there was no one of the opposite sex.

At this time, Yan Ling didn't realize that he was gay until he was slapped on the ass by a man.

The group performer who was playing opposite Li Zheng couldn't help sweating profusely during this part, he always felt that if he slapped him well, Li Zheng would chop off his hand without hesitation.

Fortunately, in the end, Yue Xiaoshan never thought that Li Zheng would dedicate himself to art. While thinking of asking Su Yan to make up this shot another day, she asked the group performer to borrow a seat and pretended to shoot Li Zheng's tiger's ass.

In the camera, Yan Ling suddenly raised his elbow and knocked away the strange man.

"what are you doing?"

The man who had been punched rubbed his chest and looked at Yan Ling inexplicably.He probably thought of something, and when his companions surrounded him, he reached out to stop him, "Forget it, I guess he went to the wrong place."

The companion turned around and looked Yan Ling up and down, and frowned in disgust: "It looks good, but I didn't expect it to be a sick one. What are straight guys doing in a gay bar? Do you know the world?"

Being ridiculed, Yan Ling's face was pale and uncertain, and he finally realized that he came to the wrong place.At this moment, Fu Heng, who saw the opportunity, came out to smooth things over and resolved Yan Ling's embarrassment.

For the sake of Fu Heng's help, Fu Heng asked for the phone number when they parted, but Yan Ling did not refuse.The two exchanged their phone numbers, and then Fu Heng switched on the stalker mode.

After Yan Ling's annual leave, he returned to work in the hospital.He passes Wutong Street every day to and from get off work, which is where the two met for the first time, and he can always see Fu Heng painting there.After seeing each other more times, Fu Heng and Yan Ling gradually became acquainted.

This day Yan Ling got off work, as usual, he habitually glanced at the place where Fu Heng often stayed, but he didn't see Fu Heng, only Fu Heng's classmates were there to draw portraits for people.

Yan Ling's eyebrows were slightly folded, and his steps slowed down. He paused for three seconds, and finally walked straight towards home.

The camera is all over, Fu Heng, who is concentrating on drawing, a boy with yellow hair, heard someone knocking on his drawing board.He raised his head and saw Yan Ling's face.

Yan Ling asked Fu Heng's classmate, and found out that Fu Heng was harassed by guests when he was singing in a bar. He hit the guest impulsively and was beaten back.

"Why don't I take you to see him? The boy said that his appearance was damaged, and he refused to go to the hospital." The yellow-haired boy proposed.

This is a turning point in Yan Ling's relationship with Fu Heng, and Yue Xiaoshan arranges a long shot.

Yan Ling was half bent, with his right hand in his pocket, as if he was holding something.After listening to the yellow-haired boy's suggestion, he hesitated for a while before nodding: "Then I will trouble you."

Later, Yan Ling met Fu Heng in the dilapidated rental house.

Yan Ling's arrival was beyond Fu Heng's expectation. He knew that Yan Ling's heart had been shaken, so when Yan Ling was visiting the sick, he kept probing, but he accidentally went too far and let Yan Ling's anger go.

Before Yan Ling went out, he took out the rectangular thing from his pocket.Fu Heng opened the package curiously, and found that it was a marker pen that he had accidentally mentioned before.

Holding the marker box in his arms, Fu Heng suddenly laughed. He fell on his back on the bed and rolled several times involuntarily.

In this place, Su Yan ng several times, and before the recorder punched in, he started laughing, making all the staff present dumbfounded.

After the medical visit, Fu Heng began to push forward.He was no longer satisfied with just talking to Yan Ling on the way to and from get off work, he gradually shortened the time he met Yan Ling, and finally evolved into waiting downstairs in the hospital where Yan Ling worked.

One day, because he accidentally saw that Yan Ling had a close relationship with a female nurse, Fu Heng, who was very annoyed, chased Yan Ling to his office.

Fu Heng leaned against the door of Yanling's office, ignored the no-smoking sign, and lit half a pack of cigarettes one after another in the corridor of his hospital, which unexpectedly provoked the nurse on duty.

"I'm sorry, this is my friend. Something happened to him...Okay, I will tell him well, I have caused you trouble." Yan Ling politely sent the nurse on duty away.

When the nurse on duty left, Yan Ling dragged Fu Heng into the office.Sitting down in his seat, Yan Ling opened the new medical record and said without raising his head: "Tell me, what are you crazy about?"

Hearing this, Fu Heng felt that the anger he had just calmed down was about to explode again.While playing with the lighter in his hand, he lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth with a smile: "How dare I go crazy in front of Dr. Yan. But there is something I want to ask Dr. Yan," Fu Heng walked away In the past, he put one hand on Yan Ling's desk and said condescendingly: "As the most disgusting gay straight man, what does Doctor Yan mean by giving me a marker?"

Yan Ling paused at the tip of his pen, and said nonchalantly, "It's not interesting."

"Oh," Fu Heng nodded, "Send wrong information to homosexuals, and tell people that you don't mean anything later. Then let me ask Dr. Yan, when you sent flowers to that beautiful nurse, you also told people You mean nothing, just by the way?"

"Fu Heng," Yan Ling put down his pen, raised his head to meet Fu Heng's eyes, and avoided his gaze within a second, "Enough is enough."

"I'm enough?" Su Yan, who played the role of Fu Heng, was stuck by the familiar line. He stood there motionless for a while, but still couldn't remember the next line, so he made an apologetic gesture to beg for mercy.

Yue Xiaoshan yelled to stop helplessly, and called Su Yan over to repeat the play again.

"...You deal with it as I said, no problem?" Yue Xiaoshan asked worriedly.

Su Yan gave her an ok gesture, and then clocked in again: "No. 40 six games, the fourth time, start."

"I'm enough?" Fu Heng repeated in a soft voice, and suddenly his emotions erupted and he roared out of control: "You know that I'm gay, you know that I like you, and you let me pursue you for three months. Are you telling me enough is enough now?"

"Why the hell didn't you tell me in the dark that enough is enough, so that I don't get tempted and don't get close?!"

Yan Ling said nothing.

Fu Heng laughed bleakly. He threw the lighter in his hand into the trash can and said softly to Yan Ling: "Yan Ling, I misread you."

After finishing speaking, Fu Heng slammed the door and walked out.Following his departure, the lights in Yan Ling's office went out one by one, until finally there was only a single desk lamp left on the table.

The art students who came to Wutong Street to paint still came in wave after wave, but Yan Ling never saw Fu Heng on that street again.

Half a month later, Fu Heng was sent to the hospital where Yan Ling was located by his friends because he broke his leg.During an occasional ward round, Yan Ling saw Fu Heng and a young man who cared for Fu Heng.

At this time, Fu Heng had already cut off his shoulder-length hair because of the inconvenience of being hospitalized.The young man with short, shattered hair was leaning on the hospital bed in every possible way, and the sunlight outside the window passed through the window, leaving traces on his handsome face.

"Peel an apple for you? Don't want to eat apples? What do you want to eat? I'll wash it for you." The young man accompanying the bed said courteously.

"Pear." Fu Heng spat out one word miserly.

The young man went out with two pears and bumped into Yan Ling at the door who came to round the house.

"Doctor Yan, are you here for rounds?" The young man greeted warmly.

Yan Ling nodded. He saw the young man turned his head and shouted to Fu Heng who was in the ward: "Ah Heng, the doctor is here for rounds."

Ah Heng.Yan Ling lowered his eyes, silently recited this unusually intimate name twice in his heart, then pretended to be nonchalant, and started his daily routine inspection.

It's just that Yan Ling didn't expect that Fu Heng's reaction would be so cold when they met again.

After finishing the examination, Yan Ling stood in front of Fu Heng's bed and couldn't help asking, "Why did you fall?"

"Just fall like that." Fu Heng replied indifferently. When he saw the young man coming back, he said naturally and dependably, "I don't want to wash my hands."

The young man responded, "Then I'll cut it into cubes for you."

Yan Ling stood aside, watching the young man busy back and forth, seeing Fu Heng's normal behavior, and suddenly felt that he was an outsider.The subsequent emotions brought about by this recognition were so violent that Yan Ling had to flee the ward in a hurry.

The ice-breaking turning point between Yan Ling and Fu Heng happened on the day Fu Heng was discharged from the hospital.

Yan Ling couldn't help going to Fu Heng's ward, and asked in a strange way: "That young man was your boyfriend that day?"

"Which one?" Fu Heng didn't raise his head.

Yan Ling was silent.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for him to speak, Fu Heng shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head and continued to pack his things: "I have too many boyfriends, don't you mention the characteristics..."

"Fu Heng, don't do this."

"Don't worry about it? I'm happy like this, let's talk about it," Fu Heng laughed viciously, and leaned over to Yan Ling's ear, "Can you control it?"

As he said that, Fu Heng squeezed Yan Ling: "Doctor Yan, please step aside, you are blocking my way."

"boom!"

Fu Heng was stunned when he was suddenly pushed against the wall, but before he could react, the unbearable Yan Ling had lowered his head and held him down.

The luggage in Fu Heng's hand fell directly to the ground. He stood there for two seconds, hugged Yan Ling's neck with his backhand, and kissed him back forcefully.The feelings of the two people who had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out, and they kissed each other fiercely.

The rusty smell and tingling came from his lips, and Fu Heng felt his mouth was bitten.

The sound of lips and tongues being exchanged sounded in the ward, and Yue Xiaoshan quietly made a gesture outside the camera, and led the crew to withdraw from the ward without a sound.

When the last recorder went out, he closed the door very considerately.

So, when Li Zheng and Su Yan finished kissing, they found that there were only the two of them left in the ward.

And the movie was filmed here, almost half of it has passed.

After the ward kiss, Yan Ling and Fu Heng started dating, and like most lovers who fell in love, the two lived together.When they first lived together, the two had a very sweet time. Fu Heng even used the money he saved from working to buy Yan Ling a very trendy metal bracelet.

It's a pity that Fu Heng forgot that Yan Ling's work does not allow jewelry to be worn at all.

"Do you like it? Look, I have one too, isn't it cool?" Fu Heng leaned in front of Yan Ling very childishly, begging for praise.

Yan Ling kissed him on the forehead, with a doting smile on his lips, he said, "Well, cool."

Fu Heng didn't notice the disappointment in Yan Ling's eyes at all, nor did he notice that Yan Ling's words were insincere. He was busy taking pictures of the bracelet and uploading them to Moments like a child who got a new toy.

The two of them have known each other for a long time, and they have gradually become familiar with each other's living habits.Yan Ling, who is obsessed with cleanliness, found that Fu Heng had many minor problems. The two often quarreled over trivial matters, but Yan Ling never thought of breaking up. He even resigned when the director of the hospital found out about his homosexuality. .

Yan Ling wants to open a cafe, and he can usually sell his paintings for Fu Heng. After Fu Heng graduates, the two of them will only do business for a few months a year, and the rest of the time can be used for travel.

Yan Ling seriously planned the future with Fu Heng, and told Fu Heng the plan in his heart with joy, but Fu Heng nodded casually, and said in agreement: "It's okay."

Slowly, Fu Heng, who was tired of the unchanging life, began to spend his days and nights again.

Yan Ling picked up Fu Heng, who was drunk like mud, from various bars time and time again.It's a pity that the more forbearing Yan Ling is, the more presumptuous Fu Heng is.

Finally, when he saw Fu Heng feeding wine mouth to mouth with other men in the bar, Yan Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Fu Heng, what are you doing?" Yan Ling stood among a group of applauding people and called him expressionlessly.

Fu Heng wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said nonchalantly, "You saw it, it's just for fun." After a pause, Fu Heng added, "You can't even play with this, can you?"

"You can't afford it? Can't you?"

"Hey, brother, everyone has no other intentions, just play around, and you don't mind. Besides, we are all men, and when someone doesn't cheat, please be more generous." The strange man said, He casually patted Yan Ling on the shoulder.

Yan Ling didn't speak, and he took out something from his pocket when the people around him had had enough trouble.

"I'll give it back to you," Yan Ling said, "you can take care of yourself in the future."

Yan Ling left after speaking.

It was raining heavily outside, and Yan Ling was walking in the rain holding an umbrella, when he suddenly remembered that when his friend knew that he had resigned, he refuted his friend's words.

"In a same-sex relationship, the older party always has to bear more things than the younger party." Yan Ling said to his friend in the quiet cafe booth.

At that time, Yan Ling thought that the two of them could last forever, that no matter what, at least they could stay together forever.

"Pity."

Yan Ling stood in the empty rain and said softly.

The camera cuts back to the bar.

In the dim bar, loud music and crisp clinking of glasses mixed into some kind of drunken voice, the resident singer roared hysterically on the stage, and all kinds of men in the audience who had fun swayed to the rhythm*.

On the most conspicuous sofa, half-length black hair was scattered casually, the man's eyes with exquisite eyeliner stared blankly at the void, and his thin fingers tightly held a metal bracelet.

It turned out that Yan Ling had been carrying it.It is not worn on the hand, but carried on the body.

"Hey Fu Heng, it's your turn to drink." The man next to him who had just played a drinking game with Fu Heng bumped him with an elbow maliciously.

Fu Heng came back to his senses suddenly, he gave the man a sharp look, then stood up suddenly, picked up his coat without saying a word, and ran out in a hurry.

"What's the matter with him? Shouldn't he be chasing his doctor boyfriend?" The student-looking boy turned his head and said to the person next to him.

"Bah, don't play if you can't afford it, bad luck." The man spat at Fu Heng's back.

"Oh, what are you fussing about with him? He's just crazy!" A white-collar man interrupted.

"Yeah, leave him alone, Brother Xu, let's continue playing with us." The man with thick eyeliner and no age could tell he raised his orchid finger, and lightly tapped the chest of the man called Brother Xu.

Brother Xu was persuaded by the people around him, and quickly turned his gaze back, "Whose turn is it this time, please stand up automatically!"

On the other side, Fu Heng ran out of the bar, only to find that it was raining heavily outside.The rain was heavy, and the water mist was dense, as if the whole city was soaked in water vapor. Fu Heng stood under the eaves of the bar, looked around anxiously for a while, finally caught a glimpse of a figure, and ran out without hesitation .

"Yan Ling! Yan Ling!"

The heavy rain soon drenched Fu Heng's whole body. He ran desperately, shouting Yan Ling's name vigorously, but the black figure in front remained indifferent, not even turning his head.

"Yan Ling!" Gradually, the anxious expression on Fu Heng's face became deeper and deeper, and even the words he shouted began to carry the sound of crying.

The black figure not far away remained unresponsive.

Fu Heng ran desperately. Seeing that he was about to catch up, he accidentally twisted his foot and fell to the ground abruptly.

There was a muffled bang, which caused a huge splash of water.The man in front finally turned his head when he heard the voice.Seeing that Fu Heng fell to the ground, the man hurried over.

Seeing a pair of hands appearing in front of him, Fu Heng didn't bother to get up, and grabbed them tightly without thinking, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, Fu Heng folded his hands and said: "Yan Ling, Yan Ling, Yan Ling, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

At this time, the camera of camera No. [-] moved forward, showing Fu Heng a close-up of his face.

The hands Fu Heng was holding pulled back, and a completely unfamiliar male voice rang out: "Are you all right, sir? I think you misidentified the person."

Fu Heng raised his head in disbelief, saw the face of a strange man, and immediately let go of his hand dejectedly.He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

The kind stranger helped Fu Heng up, cared for Fu Heng a few words, and left in a hurry, leaving Fu Heng standing alone in the heavy rain.

It was still early summer, after the rainy scene was filmed, Yue Xiaoshan yelled Ka, and Qian Duo rushed over with a towel and granules.If he didn't run faster, the stern gaze next to him could kill him.

Yue Xiaoshan directed the staff and rearranged the seats.

When Yan Ling returned home, he saw Fu Heng shivering in a ball at the door.Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Heng rushed over, hugged Yan Ling tightly, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Yan Ling, I was wrong, I promise, I promise you that I will never do it again. Yan Ling, don't Don't want me, don't want me!"

Yan Ling let Fu Heng hang on his body, and after a while, he raised his hand and gently patted him on the back.

The gesture of compromise was like a signal, and Fu Heng immediately grabbed hold of it after receiving it.Fu Heng tightly wrapped around Yan Ling, his lips eagerly searched for Yan Ling's, and the rapid breathing of the two people mingled together, instantly igniting the air in a small area of ​​the corridor.

Fu Heng pushed Yan Ling into the room, and the click of a kiss could be clearly heard in the empty room.Yue Xiaoshan drove most of the staff out, leaving only a few people staring at the camera.A few minutes later, only a few people left behind also withdrew.

That night, Fu Heng, who was drenched in the rain and had a strenuous exercise, developed a fever.A fever caused by the cold, tossed back and forth for half a month, and when he finally fully recovered, the breakup matter would have been over for a long time.

Yan Ling and Fu Heng reconciled as before, Fu Heng accepted his heart and lived with Yan Ling steadily.Unfortunately, life doesn't always turn out the way you want.

Fu Heng's family came to the door.

The elegant and dignified lady knocked on the door of the two of them.From the mouth of this lady who claimed to be surnamed Fei, Yan Ling knew Fu Heng's family background.

It turned out that Fu Heng was not a child of an ordinary family. He was the only son of the chairman of the Pearl City Group. He had a falling out with his family because of coming out that year.Now the chairman is critically ill, and Fu Heng needs to go back to inherit the family business.

Like countless clichéd idol dramas, Fu Heng's mother made a request.

"Leave my son," Ms. Fei pushed the file bag in her hand, "or, go back there."

Yan Ling opened the file bag and found that it contained his personal resume.Faced with Ms. Fei's threat, Yan Ling smiled slightly, and pushed back the file bag, "Sorry, I can't meet your conditions."

"If Fu Heng really meant it, then please let him tell me by himself. I have other things to do, so excuse me."

Unexpectedly, shortly after Ms. Fei left, Fu Heng really came over in person.

"Yan Ling, wait for me for three months, okay? After three months, I've settled everything, and I'll come back to you, okay?"

Faced with Fu Heng's request, Yan Ling couldn't say no.In this way, the two separated for three months.

Three months later, the dust settled.In the name of surprise, the mature and stable Fu Heng brought Yan Ling, who had his eyes closed, to Wutong Street.

In front of them is a newly opened coffee shop, exactly as Yan Ling once described.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Fu Heng smiled and looked at Yan Ling.

Yan Ling had a slight smile on his lips, but it seemed that he didn't hear Fu Heng's words at all, and his thick eyelashes drooped down.

"I said you can open your eyes, are you satisfied?"

Yan Ling still had a smile on his lips, his eyes were tightly closed.

Fu Heng got a little angry. He grabbed Yan Ling's arm and shook it vigorously twice: "Yan Ling! Open your eyes! Do you hear me when I tell you to open your eyes!"

"Yan Ling! Yan Ling!" Fu Heng shouted loudly, waking up suddenly from his dream.He looked out the window sweating profusely, and found that the sky had just turned pale.

"It's a dream." Fu Heng murmured softly, wiped his face, got up and went to the bathroom.With a clatter, the incandescent lamp in the bathroom turned on, dazzlingly illuminating Fu Heng's gray temples and wrinkled eye corners.

Fu Heng didn't seem to notice it. After washing and changing his clothes, he took out a rusty iron box from the bedside table with his age-spotted hands.There was a medal in the box, Fu Heng took it out, and put it on his chest with great care.

Afterwards, Fu Heng, who had had breakfast, went out with the drawing board that was already tattered.

It was still the same sycamore street, Fu Heng opened the drawing board and began to draw.Gradually, the sun came out, and there were more pedestrians on the street.

"Mr. Fu, you are drawing again."

A passerby greeted Fu Heng, and Fu Heng nodded and responded with a smile.

"Who is this guy? Why do you see him painting every day?" The owner of a coffee shop who just moved here stood at the door of his shop and asked his neighbor in a low voice.

The bonsai shop owner who has opened an old shop on Wutong Street for decades sighed: "Oh, it's a crime. Teacher Fu used to have a colleague named Yan who was a field doctor. It is said that the doctors and nurses in their regiment were about the same They were all dead, and the higher-ups approved Dr. Yan's retirement note."

"And what happened next?" the coffee shop owner asked.

"Later, Mr. Fu's father found out about Mr. Fu and Dr. Yan. You have heard of Pearl City Group. Mr. Fu's father used to be the director of Pearl City. After knowing this, he asked Dr. Yan to leave Mrs. Fu Dr. Yan and Mr. Fu worked so hard to get together at the beginning, how could it be possible to say that they are separated, and they can be separated?"

"Doctor Yan didn't agree?"

"Of course Dr. Yan didn't agree. Mr. Fu's father is ruthless. Seeing that he couldn't convince his son, Dr. Yan refused to agree, so he used some tricks to send Dr. Yan back to the front line."

"Ah!" The coffee shop owner covered her mouth and called out in a low voice. She looked in Fu Heng's direction and lowered her voice, "Then Dr. Yan is... is it..."

The owner of the potted plant nodded heavily: "Dr. Yan has been away, and never came back. After a few months, he asked someone to bring back an iron box, and there was a lonely medal in it. Here," the owner said to Fu Heng raised his chin in the direction of Heng, "It's the one Mr. Fu is wearing now."

After the story was finished, the bonsai shopkeeper went on to water the plants again. Only the young female coffee shop owner was left, staring blankly at Fu Heng's back.

The camera zooms in and takes a close-up of Fu Heng's painting.

It is still a simple sketch, drawing a doctor in a white coat, walking from a distance.