Senior is my fake wife

"..." Fu Qiong's heart was pounding, and she quickly ran upstairs.

He took the key to open the door at the door, went in and took off his shoes and staggered, seeing Sui Zhen standing on the balcony.

"..." Fu Qiong opened her mouth, feeling that her throat was stuffed with something and she couldn't speak.

He remembers, he remembers my birthday?

Sui Zhen came in from the balcony, and seemed to want to ask questions. When he approached him, his expression was obviously displeased: "Did you go drinking with others?"

"Hmm..." Fu Qiong admitted obediently, and smiled silly, "Baiqin and the others celebrated my birthday."

"Oh." Sui Zhen responded, looking even more displeased.

Not happy, Sui Zhen still helped him to sit down: "How much did you drink?"

"I didn't drink much." Fu Qiong bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, and stared at him with wide eyes, "Not drunk."

He was already happy, soaked in the excitement of alcohol, looking like a soft and elastic bunny with a beautiful blush on his face, he stood up and said: "I saw the cake, there is something in the refrigerator cake!"

"..." Sui Zhen looked at him, "Yes."

"Did you buy it for me?" Fu Qiong laughed.

"Otherwise." Sui Zhen said, "Is it my birthday?"

"If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have gone out." Fu Qiong nodded seriously, and then said a little annoyed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier."

"Surprise." Sui Zhen said.

"Surprised, thank you." Fu Qiong laughed again.

"This is for you." Sui Zhen said.

Fu Qiong opened it and saw that it was Intuos' digital tablet.

"...Buy it for me?" Fu Qiong was almost speechless in surprise.

Sui Zhen said: "There is one more thing I want to give you."

"Huh?" Fu Qiong froze for a moment.

Sui Zhen took out her mobile phone, and after a while, Fu Qiong saw a file sent by Sui Zhen on her mobile phone, which was a 3 file.

Fu Qiong was stunned: "What is this?"

"For you." Sui Zhen said, "a birthday present."

After Fu Qiong clicked on it, the sound of the guitar began to come from inside.

The deep and thick guitar sound slowly flowed out from the phone.Fu Qiong listened to it for a while. This gentle melody lasted only about two minutes. No one sang, it seemed to be an accompaniment he had never heard before.Fu Qiong listened to her ear for a while, then asked: "This is..."

He suddenly remembered something, and shook his head: "Is this what you played?"

"Yeah." Sui Zhen said, "Not only did I play this, but I also wrote it."

"..." Fu Qiong was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth, "Ah...?"

"I wrote it little by little. I have been writing it for a long time. I have been busy recording it these days." Sui Zhen said, "I wanted to surprise you."

"Enough, enough..." Fu Qiong sniffed.

Why... After drinking, the mood of the whole person was a little excited and ups and downs.

Seeing that he was about to cry, Sui Zhen said, "Don't cry, why are you crying all the time?"

"Men can't cry anymore." Fu Qiong shook her shoulders, "Did you never think that I would cry when you recorded this song?"

"Birthday, be happy." Sui Zhen said.

"Okay..." Fu Qiong wiped away tears, Sui Zhen patted him on the shoulder: "I'll go get the cake."

Fu Qiong walked to the bed, a little dazed.He looked at the table in a daze, then fell back on the bed.

Sui Zhen cut the cake from downstairs and brought it up, and when he brought it to the room, Fu Qiong was already lying on his bed, with some tears on his face, and fell asleep.

"Hey." Sui Zhen squatted beside the bed and patted him, "Don't sleep, the cake hasn't been eaten yet."

"I'm so sleepy." Fu Qiong grabbed his hand in a daze.

Sui Zhen looked down, Fu Qiong put her five fingers through his palm and held it unconsciously, and then said in a sweet voice, "Thank you...thank you."

"..." Sui Zhen sighed, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and put him on the bed, "Happy birthday."

……

In the middle of the night, Fu Qiong woke up from thirst.

He lay in bed for a while, thinking about what happened just now.

He looked up at the bed board, Sui Zhen seemed to have gone to bed.Fu Qiong turned sideways and turned on the phone.

3: 32.

After plugging in the earphones, Fu Qiong heard the file on the phone.He turned it back on and listened to it several times.

The sound in the earphones was purer, as if Sui Zhen was playing beside his ear.

Fu Qiong covered her face with the quilt and buried herself in the softness.

Sui Zhen's gentleness towards him is like a sword.

Sometimes Fu Qiong had to admit that he was already slowly sinking into it, and he was pierced to pieces by the invisible blade, which was painful and refreshing.

In the second semester of her junior year, Fu Qiong had a very ordinary life.He allowed himself more time to create and accumulate, all the class hours were very full, and for the rest of the time, his life seemed to revolve around Sui Zhen.

At that time, the concept of "self-media" was not particularly prosperous. Sui Zhen initially made his fortune by relying on technology, but now in less than a year, he has accumulated a lot of popularity for himself.What's more, he started to play everything, and he also knew how to study skills and have his own style of play.

Fu Qiong sometimes lamented that some people just feed on their hobbies, such as Sui Zhen.

During the summer vacation, a group of them went to sketch. Fu Qiong thought they would go to the Northwest, but they ended up going to the Central Plains.

The conditions for sketching are a bit tough, the accommodation, food, clothing and transportation are not very convenient, and I have to carry a drawing board on my back.Fu Qiong lay in bed with a sore back and backache at night, and sent messages to Sui Zhen to complain.

Sui Zhenyi sent him a photo, which looked like a picture of a comic exhibition.

viburnu:

--what is this?

Mr. Zhen:

- Game Show.

Viburnu

——Going to the exhibition, qaq.

Mr. Zhen:

——I wanted to go with you, but you went to sketch.

He took a picture of the booth of Blue Whale TV, with the name of the contract anchor on it.Sui Zhen's name was impressively listed, and Sui Zhen gestured "Yeah" to that name.

Sui Zhen's fingers are beautiful, and the nails are neatly cut into circular arcs.Fu Qiong imagined him in this scene, wandering in front of the platform and took a photo for himself, looking a little proud and happy.

"!" He sat up and called Sui Zhen excitedly.

"Hello." Sui Zhen picked it up, "Tomorrow we have to get up at six o'clock, and you're still awake?"

"I just... just congratulate you!" Fu Qiong said.

"It's just a name." Sui Zhen said.

"But not everyone can do it." Fu Qiong sighed.

Before, Blue Whale TV wanted to sign Sui Zhen as a resident anchor, and Fu Qiong thought it was a good idea. The remuneration and share had been increased accordingly. Sui Zhen only said to think about it again, but there was no more.

He felt a little uncomfortable thinking of this, "You will always go where I can't reach."

"...What nonsense are you talking about again?" Sui Zhen said, "What did you see in sketching?"

"What else can there be, mountains, water, stones, there is nothing else." Fu Qiong said, "I'm so tired, I have nothing to eat, and the house is not good..."

"I'll bring you some delicious food when I come back." Sui Zhen said, "Then don't take any pictures of what you draw for me to see."

"I don't want to disturb you." Fu Qiong whispered.

Sui Zhen was silent for a while, then said, "Would you like to go back and watch a movie?"

"Yes." Fu Qiong turned over and responded softly, "Okay."

After being separated from Sui Zhen for half a month, they called each other almost every day.Sui Zhen mostly called him. Fu Qiong felt that she missed him very much and wanted to hear his voice, but every time she picked up the phone, she didn't know what to say.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed that he was rarely separated from Sui Zhen for such a long time.

But during this period of time, he actually had very limited time to think about Sui Zhen.

If you really have to do the math, it’s when you’re very free, or when you’re listening to music in the car, and just in time to hear the song on the phone that’s different from other songs, played by a soothing and calming acoustic guitar, he’ll pull out Sui Zhen’s dialogue frame.

Fu Qiong has a strong ability to concentrate. After concentrating on one thing, she seldom thinks about other things.

When the gap in time was filled, and Sui Zhen and Sui Zhen happened to be separated, Fu Qiong suddenly felt that it was probably because she was always surrounded by Sui Zhen in the past. After she jumped out, would it take a long time to stop? Will miss him.

During the period, Fu Qiong received interview notices from two companies.

In the summer vacation of the second semester of junior year, everyone began to look for internships one after another, and Fu Qiong was no exception.

Fu Qiong has been submitting and accepting manuscripts almost without a break. After graduation, he still wants to go to a big company. The benefits are good and the salary is good. At that time, his goal was to be an illustrator or an original artist, so he set his goal on several game companies, and even more. Some small selfishness is because of Sui Zhen.There are several well-known game manufacturers in the industry, such as Chengli Games, Hongyi Huyu and others. Fu Qiong has been paying attention and waiting for news.

During sketching, Fu Qiong received a call from a so-called o game studio.

"You voted for Cheng Li's game original painting, right?" the other party said.

"Yes." Fu Qiong said.

Chengli's competition is extremely fierce every year, and Fu Qiong doesn't know what to do, but when updating her resume for the intended position, she will pay more attention to the companies they want to work for.

"We are a game studio under Chengli Games, and every year we train various talents who design original paintings. We saw your resume before. Are you from B University?"

"Yes." Fu Qiong nodded.

"I major in oil painting, right?" said the other party.

"Yes." Fu Qiong said.

"Is it convenient to meet up? We have a unified job fair on Tuesday afternoon." The other party gave an address and added, "It's in the building next door to Chengli's."

After hearing this, Fu Qiong didn't know whether it was reliable or not, so she said first: "Okay, I will attend on time."

"See you or leave, Fu Qiong." The other party said.

The day Fu Qiong went back from sketching was Monday, and the next day was the interview day.Fu Qiong slept late, and when she got up in the morning, she saw Sui Zhen reading a book with her feet up on the table in front of his bed.

When he came home yesterday, Sui Zhen wasn't there. Fu Qiong was so tired that she didn't even take a shower. She washed her face stubbornly and threw herself on the bed, typing on her phone: I'll be back

The result has not been sent yet.

When Sui Zhen came home, he was still thinking about when Fu Qiong would come back. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Qiong lying on the bed with his knees on the ground.

Sui Zhen: "..."

It was so exhausting to be able to fall asleep in this position.

At the end of July, the air conditioner was not turned on, and Fu Qiong's T-shirt was rubbed open, exposing a large area of ​​skin on her back.

Sui Zhen looked at it for a while, then went to pull him up: "...senior? Senior?" Sui Zhen shouted, "...wife? Fu Qiong?"

Fu Qiong slept motionless, if he wasn't breathing, Sui Zhen would have thought he was going to die.

Early the next morning, when Fu Qiong woke up, she had changed into her pajamas, and she was lying obediently on the bed.

"..." Fu Qiong turned her head, "Morning?"

Sui Zhen sighed and put his foot down: "Morning."

Fu Qiong was stunned for three seconds, then quickly bounced off the bed: "What time is it?!"

"It's past ten o'clock." Sui Zhen said.

"Ahhh——" Fu Qiong yelled, "I have an appointment for an interview!"