ABO

The wall clock has struck ten times, and the white gull is counting in his heart.

He was sitting in front of the mahogany desk, wearing a light-colored cotton pajamas, with a white arm exposed from the wide-open sleeve, and he was grinding the crumbs of agarwood with a stone pestle, grinding them into a fine powder.

After feeling a little sore and weak in his wrist, he stopped, leaned on the back of the chair, and kneaded his wrist.

His eyes slowly surveyed the surrounding layout, and landed on an antique desk lamp with a blue and white porcelain vase and an exquisitely embroidered lampshade.

Fu Sili gave it to him on his wedding anniversary last year. He thought it was a lonely lamp and couldn't be symmetrically placed by the bedside, so he put it in his study.

Then I saw a set of Hanshi white jade tea set next to the lamp stand. It was also bought by Fu Sili at an auction to please him by saying his surname was Bai.

But what he often used was the ordinary purple clay teapot. The tea he brewed was still clear and mellow, with a lingering fragrance on his teeth and cheeks.

So it was placed in the study like this, and every day, a dedicated servant took a soft silk cloth and wiped the dust that did not exist on it.

His eyes swept over those useless and expensive items one after another, and he couldn't help frowning, his face became even colder.

Tomorrow, tomorrow will be their fourth year of marriage.

According to the usual practice, I have invited a bunch of relatives and friends to the dinner party, and then I have to stand in front of everyone in bright clothes and accept their compliments and blessings. It doesn't matter if I really want to, as long as I put on a happy face, I can get along with each other. Get over the situation.

According to the usual practice, that person will still shirk his absence out of ten. He always has all kinds of excuses, and he can find the reason.

White Gull often suspects that he started planning to escape from such a banquet many days in advance, so he can avoid it unimpeded every time.

But this time, Bai Gu didn't want him to get what he wanted.

He picked up the antique telephone on the table, put the receiver to his ear, turned the dial several times with his fingertips, and it creaked. The number he knew by heart hadn't changed for many years since he came to City A.

I don't know what that person is doing, and it was almost instant, with a clear and gentle voice crawling over the phone line, "... Xiaoou?"

The white gull didn't answer, just breathed quietly, and the person on the other end of the phone also fell silent, and after a while, he sighed and asked softly, "...can't sleep again?"

"Little Ou, you are not in good health, you can't go to bed too late..."

"Will you come tomorrow?" Bai Gu interrupted him, "and that woman, you are a family of four."

Qi Song was silent, and after a while he finally spoke in a difficult way, "Little Ou, you know...why do you deliberately say these words to make me sad?"

Bai Ou smiled, his brows and phoenix eyes were thin and cold, but when he smiled, he was a bit gorgeous, "Don't you want to see me happy?"

After a pause, he calmed down and added, "If you don't come, I'll ask Fu Sili to invite Hathaway himself."

"I see." The man smiled bitterly on the phone, "Then what do you want...I..."

Before he finished listening to the conversation, Bai Gu hung up the phone impatiently, and after a while he took off the receiver and put it on the table, the busy tone coming from it was very clear.

He watched coldly, then hung up the receiver again for a long time, and waited, but there was still silence in the study room, only the sound of the wall clock moving, and the phone rang for a long time.

After being stunned for a while, he used a small brush to sweep all the agarwood shavings on the table into the porcelain jar of spices, tightened the lid tightly in his hand and wanted to take it back to the bedroom.

He was wearing soft-soled slippers, and his steps were very light when he walked. When he passed the guest room, he slowed down and listened attentively to the movement inside, it was very quiet.

Unscrewing the doorknob, standing at the door and looking in, under the dim light, the two on the bed were sleeping soundly cuddled together, the quilt had already been crumpled into a ball.

His eyes fell directly on Lin Ai's face. The man was curled up in front of Fu Sili's chest, his face was flushed and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was very satisfied.

He thought of the spring of his first year in city A, following the address on the letter to find the door of the villa full of red roses, hiding in the dark like this time, stopping to look inside quietly.

At that time, Lin Ai was only fourteen or fifteen years old, slender and tall, with short forehead hair, revealing a fair and beautiful face, with a satisfied expression on his face, squinting his eyes and sitting on a garden bench basking in the sun.

A beam of sunlight penetrated the branches and leaves of the cherry tree and covered his cheeks, which was smooth and beautiful.

"Baby, it's time to eat—" Bai Wen's gentle voice came from inside the room.

The boy on the bench pretended not to hear, but moved his eyelashes a few times.After a while, Bai Wen came out to catch the boy himself. He was tall and tall, wearing a light grass-colored cotton shirt and a plaid apron around his waist. He twisted the boy's ears and dragged him home.

"I won't eat! I have to wait for my father to come back..." The young man struggled and shouted, his red lips pouted unhappily, "The food you cook is too bad! I'm tired of eating enough!..."

"What nonsense?" Bai Wen yelled at him softly, his beautiful eyes were raised upwards, and the pupils showed an amber luster, "Your father clearly said that my cooking is delicious..."

He frowned again, "Could it be that there is something wrong with your sense of taste? Let me just say, it's best for the child to be breastfed...otherwise..."

The two of them walked farther and farther away, and Bai Wen could vaguely hear Bai Wen talking about drinking too much milk for Lin Ai back then, which affected his sense of taste.

Bai Gu remembered this scene for many years. Later, he felt that drinking too much milk would affect his taste, as if following his faith, so he never touched it again.It also seems that every time I smell the smell of milk, I will think of the plain and warm appearance of the father and son.

Sometimes, when he was alone in front of Bai Wen's hospital bed, he would think about what the food Lin Ai kept saying that he was tired of eating tasted like.Spicy, or bland?

...Which of the two of them is arguing right?

It's a pity that he has never experienced all of this, and he has not been able to ask again.

How much he cared before, now he doesn't care how much, anyway, that happy family no longer exists.

Silently closing the door again, he stood alone in the late autumn night, with a chill creeping up his back.

He will never forget that in the middle of the night, the proud and arrogant Alpha man bowed his head and knelt in front of him with a pile of real estate securities.

He prayed that Baiou could use the influence of Fu's family to help him again, and he was willing to mortgage all his property to Fu's group.

White Gull listened indifferently, flipping through the stack of documents he brought, and finally threw all of them out, and threw them on the face and body of the kneeling man.

"I don't like these things, and Mrs. Fu even less." There was a bit of a smile in his tone, "Why don't you leave it to your precious son who is abroad?"

"Let him beg along the streets and alleys with you, and bring your husband and wife two useless people... Oh, yes," Bai Gu paused, and asked seriously, "Has he suffered such hardships since he was a child?" ?”

The people on the ground were shaking violently almost all over their bodies, gritted their teeth, and stared at him with livid faces, "Don't think I don't know..."

"Know what?" The corners of his mouth curled up slowly.

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Lin Ai slept hotter and hotter, and felt that the thin pajamas on his body were sticking to his skin with sweat.

He couldn't help opening his eyes, and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower before continuing to sleep, but Fu Sili's arm wrapped around his waist with a quilt was as hard as a steel plate, and he couldn't move it and couldn't pull it away.

His hands and feet were all trapped, so he had no choice but to bump his head against his chest and whisper his name.

Fu Sili woke up quickly, his body was a little stiff, and he let go of his arms, and Lin Ai kicked the quilt away, "I'm going to take a bath, should you take a bath before going to sleep?" Don't say it back.

He got out of bed slowly, his legs and feet were very sore after electrotherapy, so he beckoned Fu Sili over again, "Please help me, Mr. Fu..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his body lighten, and was hugged lightly by Fu Sili. After subconsciously exclaiming, Lin Ai couldn't help laughing again.

"You scared me to death..." He complained softly.

After entering the bathroom, he lowered his head and unbuttoned his clothes, and directed Fu Sili to fill the bathtub with hot water. By the time the water overflowed, he had already taken off his clothes.

Looking back at Fu Sili again, he was still wearing crumpled clothes, standing there without saying a word, Lin Ai couldn't see the expression on his face clearly through the dense fog, he only thought that he didn't sleep well and got up a little gas.

Lin Ai stepped into the bathtub and lay down, sighed comfortably and couldn't help coaxing him over, "Wash up before going to sleep..." He turned sideways, with his back to Fu Sili, leaving Most of the seats came, "Lie down quickly and help me squeeze my back..."

The car is on WeChat, and the catalog is self-collected.

Lin Ai wrinkled her pretty face, her eyes were wet and red, and she looked like she was about to cry.

After turning off the light, seeing the man's shining eyes in the dark, Lin Ai just wanted to cry, "No more...so sleepy." Pushing his chest that kept pressing down with his hands.

"Hey, the fever will go away after sweating." Fu Sili said in a muffled voice as his kiss fell on his ear.

"No, no more..."

This time, Fu Sili obeyed his words, and let him go with only a few kisses on his collarbone and the side of his neck, and carried him to the bathroom to take a shower again, who was drenched in sweat.

When Lin Ai was lying in the bathtub in a daze, he heard Fu Sili ordering the servant outside the door to change the sheets and quilt covers.

When he returned to the big fluffy and soft bed again, it was getting brighter, and he turned over and fell into a deep sleep, a sweet and dreamless sleep.

He couldn't remember whether that person slept on this bed or not. When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day, and the room was quiet, filled with the faint fragrance of hyacinth flowers.

It was only then that Lin Ai noticed that the pot of purple hyacinths was placed in a different position than before. Someone put it on the bedside cabinet. No wonder there was a sweet fragrance in his sleep.

He raised his hand to probe his forehead, and the temperature was already normal. Apart from being sore and limp, he didn't seem to feel any other discomfort. It looked like what the man said, the fever subsided after sweating.

When I went downstairs, I found that something good happened in Fu's house. The servants were all smiling, and they were busy going back and forth.

"Mr. Lin, the ginseng chicken soup is still simmering in the kitchen, please sit down and wait for a while." The maid said to him.

She drank chicken soup as soon as she woke up, Lin Ai frowned and told her no need, just make two light dishes.

But she said in embarrassment, "But, this is the soup that Mr. Fu ordered the kitchen to cook for you last night..."

Lin Ai thought for a while, and said, "Then let's have a small cup."

After a while, the maid brought the chicken soup to the table, along with two vegetarian dishes and a bowl of white rice.

Lin Ai thanked her while she was arranging the dishes, and asked casually what was going on in Fu Zhai today, and why everyone was so busy.

"You don't know?" The maid looked at him in surprise, "Today is our President Fu and his wife's wedding anniversary..."

"Really?...I forgot." Lin Ai's hand holding on to the soup froze, and then he continued to scoop up the ginseng chicken soup with a natural expression.

"Yes, every year at this time, Mr. Fu will give our servants red envelopes..."

"A lot of guests have been invited tonight as usual... Madam Xijing, the house hasn't been this lively for a long time..."

The maid seemed to have opened up a chatterbox to him, and kept chattering. After a while, she seemed to see Lin Ai's absent-mindedness, so she quickly stopped talking, and retreated to the kitchen for an excuse.

After she left, Lin Ai loosened his wrist, and the spoon landed on the white porcelain dinner plate with a ding, and only then did he show a sour smile on his face.

It turned out that today is the man's wedding anniversary.

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