Mr. Fu is always too annoying

During the three days that he fell asleep, Fu Tong had a very long dream.

The dream is boundless gray, the whole world is gray, and he can't see anything clearly. He walks aimlessly in this gray. After an unknown time, he sees many shimmering fragments from The depths of the mist gradually floated out.

Fu Tong saw himself in it, or rather, he saw Meng Qi.

Meng Qi who is happy and without worries, Meng Qi who is desperate and collapsed.

He was reflected in the fragments, entangled left and right, like a movie tape, passing Fu Tong's eyes bit by bit, half bright and bright, half gray and silent, two extreme lives belonging to the same person, just like this At the same time, it was placed in front of his eyes.

Fu Tong couldn't see his own expression at that time, but he knew that it must not be too pretty.

Because he felt very sad, heavy and oppressive, and his heart seemed to keep falling.

He was tired of this feeling and didn't want to look at it, but his whole body seemed to be manipulated by invisible threads. He couldn't turn his eyes away, and he could only watch more and more fragments appearing in front of his eyes, and pieced together two pieces. Different Meng Qi.

Laughter and tears, joy and collapse, freshness and numbness.

One side complements the other, making the bright side brighter and the gray side even grayer.

Fu Tong watched in silence, and when the fragments came to the end, he heard a voice from the depths of the gray fog, asking him deeply.

"Left or right, if it were you, which one would you choose?"

At the same time as the voice sounded, the fragments on both sides scattered into dots and flowed into the distance, where they gathered into two small people. On one side was Meng Qi, who was holding flowers and smiling sweetly, and on the other side, his body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his body was covered with blood. And the Meng Qi of the soil.

Standing in the smoke, they reached out to Fu Tong together.

One person is waiting for you with flowers, and the other person can only welcome you into the dust.

Fu Tong looked at them in a daze, and after a while, he heard the voice again.

"Come on, tell me, which one do you choose, or rather, which one of them do you think is you?"

Of course it is on the left, Fu Tong thought.

He has always been a lucky person, with a family and people who favor him, how could he be as lonely and embarrassed as the people over there?

Will not.

The one who was laughing, Meng Qi who seemed to have a carefree life, was him.

It should be him.

Fu Tong looked at the smiling man on the left, as if he was bewitched, and walked towards him step by step, very slowly, every step seemed to exhaust all the strength in his body.

Meng Qi was not in a hurry, Baohua stood there, watching Fu Tong getting closer and closer to him.

When Fu Tong finally walked in front of him, he laughed, the two dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible, both extremely sweet and soft: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now?"

With a soft voice, the flowers in his hand were slowly delivered to Fu Tong at the same time.

Fu Tong didn't answer.

He silently looked at the person in front of him, he didn't speak for a long time, and Meng Qi didn't urge him, he just waited quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt a drop of water gently fall on his hand .

After a short period of warmth, it was instantly cold.

Meng Qi paused, looked up at Fu Tong, and seeing the person in front of him didn't know when or why, he burst into tears.

Tears flowed down my face.

Meng Qi was stunned and looked at him helplessly: "Why are you crying?"

Fu Tong shook his head and didn't speak, but tears couldn't stop falling, falling on Meng Qi's hands like broken pearls.

Meng Qi looked at it, and gradually seemed to understand something, and fell silent. He was still smiling, but the smile in his eyes disappeared. After watching Fu Tong quietly for a while, he suddenly laughed, Once again, he sent the flowers in his hand to Fu Tong.

"Hey, Huahua is for you, don't cry, okay?"

This time, he finally heard Fu Tong's voice.

"……Do not."

Fu Tong took a step back, avoiding the flowers he sent in front of him, and said hoarsely, "I can't take it."

He said you can't have it, not don't want it.

At this moment, the smile on Meng Qi's face finally faded like the smile in his eyes. He retracted the flower, looked at Fu Tong with calm eyes, and the same voice, and asked him softly, "Why?"

why?

Fu Tong glanced at him, then looked at the curled up figure on the other side, smiled, and mocked unspeakably: "Because, that's where I should go."

He knew this when he saw half of the fragments on both sides.

How could it not know?

In his life, he has lost too much and possessed too little, so few that there are only some insignificant memories left, which are melted into his bones and engraved deep in his soul.

He said to himself that he was the one who looked carefree and safe for life, but his heart told him that Meng Qi, who was covered in bruises and shattered, curled himself up in the dust, was him.

……

He couldn't even lie to himself.

No way.

Fu Tong looked at Meng Qi, surrounded by gray mist, which gradually diffused around the two of them. Half of Meng Qi's face was hidden in the smoke. Fu Tong couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only hear his voice, and the surrounding was silent. It's getting quieter.

"Is true and false really that important?"

"Since you like it, why don't you stay?"

And this question has already been answered step by step when Fu Tong approached Meng Qi.

He looked at Meng Qi with clear eyes, didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.

After getting Fu Tong's answer, Meng Qi lowered his eyes, and his eyes lightly fell on the flower in his hand.

He picked that flower specially for Fu Tong when he came here. When he first picked it, it was very beautiful. There were water drops on the petals, bright and gentle. Now after a long time, the edge of the petals has already seen the withering meaning. Like his life for many years to come.

He stroked the petals with his hand down: "Then why did you come here?"

When he asked the words, all he got was silence, just like when Fu Tong had just walked in front of Meng Qi before.

At that time, Meng Qi didn't urge him, he just waited quietly, and at the end, he caught a glimpse of a drop of water hitting his hand.

This time Meng Qi still didn't urge him, he still waited quietly, until finally, he heard Fu Tong's voice sounded, saying a few words lightly.

"I miss you very much, Meng Qi."

Standing in the dust, he said to his former self in such a soft voice, I miss you very much, Meng Qi.

Unexpectedly, it would be such an answer, Meng Qi paused, and stared at Fu Tong with complicated eyes.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet again, as if there was a wind blowing, the smoke around the two people was blown back a little by the wind, without the cover of the smoke, Meng Qi's appearance became clear again in Fu Tong's eyes, His brows are clear and his eyes are soft.

He is laughing.

Bright and beautiful, just like the time Fu Tong wanted to go back many years ago.

"Then go."

His voice was still gentle, he hugged the flower and flicked towards Fu Tong lightly, and looked at it casually, but it seemed as if a hurricane was blowing up, and Fu Tong was swept back sharply.

The rustling wind rang around, and the gust of wind blew through, hurting his eyes. Fu Tong closed his eyes and waited quietly in the gust of wind. When the wind finally stopped and everything returned to silence, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was I saw Meng Qi.

The embarrassed Meng Qi.

He curled up there, and when he heard the voice, he turned his head and looked at Fu Tong, his face was mostly covered by blood and mud, only his eyes were still clear, but there was no light, and he was extremely gray.

And the ashen eyes, the moment they saw Fu Tong, sparkled again.

"You came."

He stood up, stepped on the mud and bones, and slowly walked towards Fu Tong just like when Fu Tong walked towards another Meng Qi before.

One step, two steps, three steps... Before Fu Tong could count, he finally stopped in front of him.

The two people looked at each other and looked at each other silently. After an unknown period of time, it was Meng Qi who laughed first.

With tears in his eyes, a smile trapped in blood and mud, but still shining brightly, still so beautiful.

Fu Tong's eyes flickered, and then he saw Meng Qi open his hand towards him, and said with crooked eyes, "Come give me a hug."

Without any hesitation, Fu Tong took a step forward, raised his arms and hugged him, and the next second, he was hugged back by the person in front of him, hugging him tightly, as if wanting to melt him into his flesh and blood.

And almost at the same time, he felt a little drop of cold water slowly fall on his neck.

Fu Tong was stunned, the boundless pain pierced into his heart from his neck, and spread densely to the surroundings, the pain was so unbearable that he suddenly wanted to cry hysterically.

But Meng Qi said, "Don't cry."

And said: "Go."

He raised his hand to Fu Tong's heart, and said in a gentle voice, "This is not where you should come."

Fu Tong didn't have time to think about the meaning of his words, Meng Qi's hand on his heart suddenly pushed him back, a sense of weightlessness came immediately, and Fu Tong felt that he was surrounded by countless clouds and fog, floating in it , the previously dissipated fragments reappeared, circling in front of his eyes, over and over again, as if never stopping.

Reflected in his eyes, engraved in his heart.

Fu Tong didn't remember how many times he looked at these fragments, but he only remembered that after a long time, for some unknown reason, the surrounding smoke suddenly dispersed, he fell from mid-air, woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw Fu Qianyuan.

In the dim light, he looked at him with slightly lowered eyebrows and called him softly: "Zai Zai."

The joy in his eyes was undisguised, so full that it was about to overflow.

At that moment, Fu Tong suddenly didn't know how to face Fu Qianyuan.

Before the memory was refilled, he felt more at a loss than when he reunited with Fu Qianyuan in the Monster Bureau a few months ago, so that Fu Tong subconsciously chose to escape, pretending to be something I didn't think about it, I didn't know anything, until now.

Cowardly, cowardly and ridiculous.

Sometimes, Fu Tong felt that it was really boring for him to live like this. He couldn't get out of the past, and the road ahead was filled with gray fog. can not see.

Feng Yunwei gave him a fortune-telling, and said that everything will be fine.

In the dream, he told Meng Qi, who was safe all his life, that the place where he should go was the disheveled Meng Qi, but the disheartened Meng Qi told him that this is not the place you should come to.

So where exactly is he supposed to go?

Fu Tong didn't know.

It seems that the only thing I can do now is to consume.

The day when there is no way out, or really no room to breathe.

He thought, it shouldn't be far away.