The layout of Fu Jinshi's room is almost exactly the same as that of Fu Yuxing next door.

The bed, wardrobe, sofa and chairs are all placed in the same position, and even the wall clocks on the wall are of the same brand and model. The "tick-tick" second hand moves regularly in the dead room, like some kind of soul-inspiring bell sound.

In the past half of his life, Mu Nancheng has been through the hail of bullets and the sea of ​​flames. He has traveled countless times between life and death, and he is used to seeing weird and weird things.

Who would arrange their room exactly according to the layout of the dead man's room?

Fu Jinshi is weird everywhere, his face, voice, temperament, demeanor, even some of the most subtle details are the same as Fu Yuxing.

It's like... It's like Fu Yuxing came to life on Fu Jinshi's body.

When this thought lingered, Mu Nancheng's body became cold for a moment, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be drained dry. He shook his head violently, trying to get rid of this terrifying thought, but he tensed up again the next moment. Body.

The light of the miniature flashlight is concentrated on the wall beside the bed, where a huge picture frame hangs.

Mu Nancheng's eyes were fixed on the two young men in the photo.

The photo frame is electronic, and the photos inside are updated every 30 seconds. Each photo is of Fu Yuxing and Song Xiaoran, intimate, warm, happy, and happy.

What finally caught Mu Nancheng's eyes was an enlarged half-length photo of two people. The background of the photo was a red curtain. The two people in front of the curtain were both wearing white shirts and looking at the camera with a smile.

That is familiar to everyone who has registered with the Civil Affairs Bureau, the marriage registration photo.

……

It was past ten o'clock in the evening when Xiao Ran's dinner ended.

It was nearly June, early summer was young.

The evening wind exudes a trace of heat through the open car window and blows on Fang Qian's red and hot face. She rests on Xiao Ran's shoulder and half closes her eyes. Pass.

"parking!"

Fang Qian suddenly made a sound in a hurry. When the car door opened, she quickly ran under a tree, and then vomited.

"Sister Qian," Xiao Ran squatted in front of Fang Qian with red eyes, he took the tissue and mineral water from Feng Zhi's hand and handed them to her, and said apologetically, "You suffered for me."

"Speaking nonsense, what a pain." Fang Qian raised her head and drank the water, rinsed her mouth and spat it out again, "If you can negotiate things well, everything will be fine."

"I will learn by myself in the future." Xiao Ran said seriously.

"What are you going to learn? Learn to drink?"

Xiao Ran nodded.

"How dare you!" Fang Qian stood up, and patted Xiao Ran's arm with feigned anger, "If you dare to be bad, I will definitely beat you!"

"Drinking is learning to be bad? Don't you all drink?"

"We are forced to do nothing. Some things can only be discussed at the wine table. Half-truths and half-truths. If you want to laugh or not, everyone will be happy if you talk about it. If you don't talk about it, you won't turn your face. This is a compulsory course in the business field. ,"

Fang Qian reached out to touch Xiao Ran's face, but felt that her hands were too cold, so she touched his hair instead, "But I can drink, you can't."

"why?"

"No reason, drinking is not good."

Xiao Ran pursed his lips, not daring to say that he had actually drank many times, and it wasn't really uncomfortable, and he fell asleep very heavily after drinking.

He opened his arms and took a step forward to hug Fang Qian. When Fang Qian vomited, she was inevitably stained with filth, and hurried to push him away:

"Hey, let go! My sister is dirty!"

"Not dirty." Xiao Ran was a head taller than Fang Qian, but he buried his head low, rubbing his face against Fang Qian's neck, "How can my sister be dirty?"

The tip of Fang Qian's nose was sour, and tears fell down.

Fang Qian still remembers that a huge earthquake happened in her hometown in her third year of junior high school. She knew that the source of the earthquake was her hometown.

She had been ill for more than half a month, and the teacher and classmates took turns to take care of her. One night when she woke up, she saw Fu Yuxing and Xiao Ran sleeping on the sofa in the ward. When she moved, Xiao Ran woke up. Leaping over to her bed with joy.

At that time, Xiao Ran was only 14 years old, and his body was very slender. He helped Fang Qian up, let her lean on his chest, and hugged her, and Fu Yuxing fed her porridge.

She said to Xiao Ran at that time:

"My sister is dirty, sit farther away."

"My sister, why is it dirty?"

At that time, Xiao Ran also answered her in the same way. Under the light, the young boy's warm eyes were illuminated into a pale golden color, warming her like the sun.

Fang Qian caressed Xiao Ran's soft hair, and sighed deeply, this child can always bring you an indescribable softness and touch, he can feel your kindness to him, and let you know that he needs it without hesitation. You, he depends on you, he loves you, he will return you.

"It's so big," Fang Qian said with a light smile, "you're still so good at acting like a baby, what should I do?"

Xiao Ran rubbed against her neck even more, like a little kitten who was attached to her infinitely.

Fang Qian felt sick to her stomach, Xiao Ran asked her to hold his arm, and walked slowly to the apartment with her, Feng Zhi drove behind them not too far away.

Fang Qian sighed leisurely:

"Back then in Beijing University, we used to walk around the campus like this, but at that time it was you who held my arm, the sun fell from the leaves, and you liked to chase my shadow... I don't know when, You grow up."

Xiao Ran looked dazed.

Yes, at the beginning, Xiao Ran and Fang Qian were closest. She was a gentle big sister who could take good care of his life and solve his knots. During that time, Fang Qian almost took He Qiao's place. Give him the tenderness and warmth of an older woman.

At that time, Xiao Ran was not even as tall as Fang Qian, and he clinged to her all day long, even when he was walking, he had to step on her shadow. Fu Yuxing followed behind them, looking at them with a smile.

Later, when he grew up, he knew that men and women were different-he didn't know that men and women should also be different.

Later, when he and the fourth brother came together, Fang Qian always followed behind them silently.

At that time, they were all young, thinking that the people around them would accompany them for the rest of their lives. In fact, it didn’t matter if you followed me or I followed you. They agreed to walk together until the end of the world.

It's just that it won't take many years for them to understand that time is hard to look back on, and it's hard to grow old when you are young.

Xiao Ran's footsteps were extremely slow, as if some vines on the ground were entwined around his ankles, each step was heavy, he said in a low voice:

"Sister Qian, I miss my fourth brother."

Tears quickly filled Fang Qian's eye sockets, sticking to her eyelashes, precarious:

"It's my fault that made you sad again."

Xiao Ran shook his head, and forced the corners of his mouth:

"No, I'm fine now, Sister Qian, I will be fine."

Xiao Ran originally wanted to tell Fang Qian that the Fu family had found another son. Tonight, the Fu family had a big banquet to welcome the second son back. He didn't know what was going on there now, but he thought there must be a lot of well-dressed visitors. People, how many people can remember the once magnificent Fu Si Shao?

He felt sad, he felt sorry for his fourth brother.

Today, are he and Fang Qian the only ones who can still keep Fu Yuxing in mind all the time?

The most beautiful and best things in this world are always the shortest. Destiny gives alms wantonly and takes it back without saying hello. People are like ants and love is like worthless.

Xiao Ran had a lot of grievances and resentments that he wanted to confide in Fang Qian, but seeing Fang Qian's sad eyes, he swallowed all the words again, puffed his cheeks, clenched his fists, and said in a brisk voice :

"Sister Qian, do you still remember the first time we went to Luohu Bay? At that time, we had just returned to Nanjiang, and my fourth brother said that one day this island would be developed, and he would build a resort on the island and transplant it. There are many, many trees, and the houses are built on the trees, and the birds are nesting outside the window, and they will chirp and sing every morning, as soon as I open the window, the birds will jump into the palm of my hand!"

Fang Qian stroked the corners of her eyes and said with a smile:

"That's not because you have always wanted to have a tree house in a fairy tale. It is not enough to have a house, you must also have a forest and a bird."

"That was my childhood dream!"

Xiao Ran stuck out his tongue, jumped onto the curb next to him, opened his arms and walked forward slowly, saying while walking,

"So I must take the A-1 Lot in Luohu Bay. Although the fourth brother is gone, I can still bring him to live in our tree house. I will build a tree house on the tallest tree in Luohu Bay. Let him live in a beautiful wooden house, and if I die in the future, I will also put my ashes in it..."

"Nonsense!" Fang Qian immediately "bah" several times, "Children speak without restraint, so don't say such things in the future!"

In fact, Xiao Ran just wanted Fang Qian to relax a bit so as to dilute the sad atmosphere. He no longer thinks about death so negatively. After all, he still has a lot to do, and there are still too many people around him who care about him. .

Mr. Mu is right, the Sri Lankan is dead, and the living have to move forward.

Xiao Ran didn't notice that Feng Zhi, who had been following behind him and Fang Qian, had a tangled expression on his face.

The two quickly walked downstairs to Fang Qian's apartment. Fang Qian stopped and took out a kraft paper bag from her bag, and said with a smile:

"I cleaned up the house two days ago and found an old camera. I developed some photos and took a look."

Xiao Ran opened the kraft paper bag, and looked at the photo inside by the street lamp downstairs. It was taken when the three of them were traveling in other places during their college years. In the photo, they were youthful and energetic, and Xiao Ran laughed.

"I don't have any of these pictures!"

"Yeah, the camera broke at that time, and I kept forgetting to fix it. I found it out two days ago and I took it to fix it. I'll go up when it's done. You can go back too."

"Ah."

"Xiao Ran," Fang Qian turned her head before leaving. She hesitated for a moment, but she still asked the question she had been lingering for a long time, "How is Mu Nancheng treating you?"

Xiao Ran nodded: "Very good,"

He thought for a while, then emphasized with a smile, "Very good."

"That's good," Fang Qian smiled reassuringly, "Then I can rest assured."

Xiao Ran watched Fang Qian's figure disappear into the corridor, put his hands in his pockets, looked up the stairs, and only walked back slowly when he saw the lights in Fang Qian's room.

The street lamp unscrupulously sprinkled down from the top of his head, sometimes dragging the shadow in front of him, sometimes behind him, Xiao Ran lowered his head, watching himself step by step from the shadow into the light, and from the light into the shadow. The long road with no end in sight is cut into countless sections, each section looks similar, but each section is actually a different road.

Xiao Ran thought lightly, what Mr. Mu said is right, different people will accompany you on different roads, what you lost and what you still have are all beautiful.

It was already very late when we returned to the Xiaoshan Mansion. Mu Nancheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was still wearing formal clothes, obviously he had just arrived home.

"I'm back!" Xiao Ran shouted while changing his shoes at the door.

"Well, have you eaten yet?" Mu Nancheng's voice was extremely low, with an imperceptible hoarseness.

"Ate."

Xiao Ran came over and sat down on the sofa. There was a glass bowl on the coffee table, which contained red, green and green fruits. Mu Nancheng was reading a stack of materials, but Xiao Ran didn't care. He used a toothpick to fork a piece of cantaloupe and slowly bit it , While opening the kraft paper bag, take out the photos inside and look at them one by one.

Mu Nancheng lowered his head, flicked through the paper in his hand, and suddenly said:

"The development plan of Luohu Bay, plot A-1-4 is redone."

"Why?" Xiao Ran was surprised, "You said that I am solely in charge of this project. The A-1-4 plot is the closest to the bay, and it is the most suitable to build a resort."

Mu Nancheng pointed his finger on the blueprint, his voice seemed to be stained with moisture, damp and hazy, and it sounded a bit gloomy:

"It's less than two kilometers away from the port, and the whistle of the ship at night will make a lot of noise. Are you looking for complaints from customers when you open the hotel here?"

Xiao Ran retorted: "Who said it was a hotel? Our plan is to develop this land into an ecological resort, using the best sound-proof building materials, so there will be no noise..."

Mu Nancheng interrupted him impatiently:

"There are countless hotels and resorts on the entire bay line. If our construction costs are higher than others, what competitive advantage do we have? The land is acquired to make money, and every penny of the cost must be carefully calculated."

"I can find suppliers with the best value for money..."

"You get what you pay for, no supplier will lose money to supply you!"

"The noise of the ship's whistle is a problem faced by hotels throughout Luohu Bay. We can solve what others can solve!"

"Others are others, we are us, I say that hotels cannot be built here, but they cannot be built!"

Xiao Ran pursed her lips:

"Mr. Mu, you are making trouble for no reason!"

Mu Nancheng threw the document on the table with a snap. He stood up with gloomy eyes and a tough posture:

"I am the boss with the final decision-making power, you just do it!"

Xiao Ran threw the glass bowl in his hand on the coffee table with a "boom", and stood up angrily.

Xiao Ran was originally unhappy today, but the Fu family suddenly had an illegitimate child, he was not worth it for his fourth brother.

In order to help him get the land, Fang Qian drank until she vomited. He only hated that as a man, he couldn't even stop his sister from doing this.

What they did today was to fight for the plot of land in Luohu Bay for Mu Nancheng. Mu Nancheng was sitting at home enjoying the fruits of their hard work, and wanted to overthrow his tree house plan!

Who is this?

Mu Nancheng's temper is always so volatile, the young master will stop serving him!

"Either you ask Gao Ming to get the land for you, or the development project has to follow my ideas!"

Xiao Ran was so angry that his speech was extremely unpleasant,

"I haven't even given you face yet, you have the nerve to make irresponsible remarks when you get nothing for nothing!"

Mu Nancheng's face was extremely ugly for a moment, the veins on his forehead were slightly bruised, he stared at Xiao Ran, and even ground his back molars.

However, Xiao Ran was completely unaware of Mu Nancheng's extremely tense emotions. He poked his neck, with an unnegotiable haughty expression on his face,

"I won't change it! This land was agreed by my fourth brother a long time ago. We want to build the best ecological resort in the country, and no one can change our agreement!"

These words seemed to ignite the oil in Mu Nancheng's veins, and his whole body exploded.

Mu Nancheng grabbed Xiao Ran's arm, his emotions were on the verge of losing control, his chest was surging like fire and lava, his hand was surprisingly strong, holding Xiao Ran's arm was like a piece of iron.

His face was sullen, and his voice was as cold and sharp as if ice had been quenched:

"If you built this house for Fu Yuxing, why don't you build a tomb for him!"

The author has something to say:

I don't know if you guys like the quiet time, anyway, I, a perverted author, just like to make trouble...

感谢在2020-06-1811:35:50~2020-06-1911:20:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Shadow (Sakura) Moon, 397618631;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 397618636 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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