Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong's vacation was only two days this time, and after the vacation was over, he started his daily schedule to catch up on announcements.

At eight o'clock that day, Fu Tong was woken up by the alarm clock. He opened his eyes and glanced to the side habitually, and found that the place was empty.

He knew that Fu Qianyuan was busy recently, and he was used to him leaving early and returning late. He thought it would be like this again today, but he didn't expect to see Fu Qianyuan coming out of the kitchen with breakfast, wearing that printed shirt, as soon as he left the bedroom door. An apron with the words Fu Ahtong, a treasure in the world.

Fu Tong: "..."

Don't ask, it's a shame to ask, very shameful, very shameful.

No matter how many times you watch it.

Fu Tong rubbed the center of his brows, his head ached from the impact of this shame, and the other party not only didn't feel ashamed, but also enjoyed the feeling of having his sweetheart's name printed on his body, standing in the morning light and smiling at Fu Tong For a moment: "Zai Zai, good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"pretty good."

"That's good." Fu Qianyuan's eyebrows softened, "Wash up and eat, I made your favorite porridge today, eat slowly, don't worry, Lu Chuan called when you were asleep, saying that the road was blocked, he and Huang Lang will arrive in about half an hour."

"it is good."

Fu Tong nodded, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly. When he came out again, he saw that the dining table was almost full. There were porridge, cakes, steamed dumplings, fritters, fried eggs, small steamed buns and fruits. The two of them might not be able to finish eating.

Fu Tong was silent for a few seconds: "Is the configuration of today's breakfast a bit too rich? I think it is more than enough to feed Wen Lang."

"How? I think it's okay." Fu Qianyuan didn't think there was anything wrong, "My cub is still a little one, so of course I have to eat better."

Zai Zai, who is over four digits old, blushes.

He couldn't answer this sentence with peace of mind, so he simply didn't, walked over and sat down opposite Fu Qianyuan: "Are you going to the Monster Bureau later, or are you going to catch the announcement with me?"

"I have something to do today, I have to go to the Monster Bureau first." Fu Qianyuan looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you."

"It's okay, you are busy with your work, I am not a delicate cub like Wen Lang anymore, I don't need to be accompanied all the time."

Fu Tong knew that he was busy, so he was mentally prepared for this, and he was not disappointed: "But did something happen? I saw that you and Bai Tang were both very busy, and the Monster Bureau even hired temporary workers. Nothing like this has ever happened."

He wanted to ask this when he heard Xia Long say that he was applying for a temporary worker, but it was inconvenient to ask because of Xia Long's presence at the time, and then he was interrupted by a few people from the Monster Bureau, and he just forgot.

"Nothing happened, it's just that there are a lot of files that need to be sorted out in October, and the procedures are very trivial, so more people are needed to help." Fu Qianyuan put a small steamed bun in Fu Tong's bowl, "Zai Zai, Don't worry, I will deal with these things as soon as possible, so that I can accompany you sooner."

As he said this, his voice and expression were very calm when he spoke, as if this was the undisguised truth.

Fu Tong didn't believe it.

He didn't speak, and looked at Fu Qianyuan quietly, his pupils were soaked by the morning light reflected from the window, as transparent as glass, which made Fu Qianyuan suddenly feel like he had been seen through by these eyes.

He was stunned, and he felt that Fu Tong would ask some questions that he didn't know how to answer, and maybe he could only use lies to deal with them.

But Fu Tong didn't ask anything in the end.

He withdrew his gaze, took a bite of the steamed bun in the bowl, and narrowed his eyes contentedly: "Then you must hurry up, I have very little patience, you can't make me wait too long."

The voice was clear and cheerful, instantly breaking the heaviness surrounding the two of them.

Fu Qianyuan looked at him and hummed in a low voice. After that, the two of them never mentioned this matter again, talking and laughing, flirting with each other, and the time reached 08:30 before they knew it.

The wall clock on the wall jingled the hour, and along with the jingle, there was Lu Chuan's voice call application.

Lu · Kadian Maniac · Don't worry until the deadline · Chuan, said that it will be half an hour after half an hour, and he will not give more or less.

Fu Tong answered the phone, answered briefly, then hung up and went out with Fu Qianyuan.

The two went downstairs together, but they went in different directions. Fu Tong sat in the car and watched Fu Qianyuan's figure get farther and farther away from him through the glass window, and finally became a light gray spot at the end of the street. Disappear.

He retracted his gaze, and after a long while, he closed his eyes tiredly.

**

Fu Tong's itinerary this time is to shoot the inside pages of "redeem", which is a very magical magazine. The name translates to "salvation", but most of the time it is not the route of warmth and healing, but the opposite of indifference and alienation.

For example, the issue of Fu Tong's upcoming filming is named "Dilemma", and the shooting is mainly in dark tones.

I am willing to swim into the dawn, to swim thousands of miles without rest,

However, to walk in fire, to drown in cold water, to be trapped in the abyss,

After years of going here, I will never see the sky.

When the "redeem" planning team decided on the script and was asked if there was any interested candidate, the first thing that came to mind was Fu Tong.

When he first debuted, he played a similar role in an MV. A walker trapped in a thorny forest, he kept walking towards the direction of light, but was always covered in shadows, and everywhere he went was a misty swamp. .

He walked through the bushes and thorns, and walked into the thicker and thicker fog. People could not see the end of the road, but only saw the figure of the walker going away, and when he finally turned back, a pair of eyes reflected from the layers of fog. Indifferent and distant eyes.

Is there an end to this road?Did the walker walk out of the forest in the end?

--no one knows.

But everyone remembers those eyes.

With such a foundation, plus the fact that the photographers invited by "redeem" are also very familiar with Fu Tong and know each other's needs and habits, this shooting is naturally not difficult for them, and the shooting time is extremely compressed. Ten o'clock It started at twelve o'clock and ended just after twelve o'clock.

Lu Chuan and the person in charge went to the photography side to select films. Fu Tong had nothing to do here, so he went back to the lounge first.

Huang Lang followed him in, and was very considerate and gave me a hot water thermos with wolfberries. Fu Tong took it, and when he looked at Huang Lang again, he suddenly realized that the lively and talkative little assistant in front of him seemed unusually silent today. Now he didn't say a word.

Fu Tong: No.

You are obviously not such a weasel.

He felt a little strange: "What's wrong with you?"

Caught off guard by idol cue, Huang Lang shuddered, obviously taken aback: "What's wrong... what's wrong?!"

It's not easy to stutter in fright.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why are you silent all of a sudden? Do you have something on your mind? Are you in a relationship?"

"No, no." Huang Lang blushed, waved his hands in panic to deny, "I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I...I just feel a little uncomfortable."

After he paused for a few seconds, he added: "Because of the look in your eyes when you were shooting just now."

It was too quiet, at first glance it looked like a gray sky on the edge of the desert, all the brilliance was covered under it, and it fell silent with it.

Fu Tong was taken aback for his reason, and soon smiled again: "Why is this so uncomfortable? It's just necessary for shooting, and it's not like I haven't shot something like this before."

Huang Lang naturally knew this. As a small fan of Fu Tong, he had watched the MV of the traveler countless times before, and he remembered all the eyes and expressions of Fu Tong in it.

It is precisely because of this that Huang Lang is more aware of the difference between the two——

Walker's silence is an innate silence, even in the end of the road, it has nothing to do with despair, it is the dignity and calmness in his bones.Fu Tong's silence was an almost hopeless silence. Looking at him, Huang Lang felt that Fu Tong's body seemed to be burning with a layer of raging fire, which would burn him to death.

But those trapped in the fire saw no struggle.

What's more, he actually walked in this fire by himself.

Such Fu Tong made Huang Lang feel flustered.

He looked at Fu Tong, wanting to ask some things in his mind, and use Fu Tong's answers to reduce his panic, but he couldn't say anything for some reason, all emotions were reflected in his eyes, which were wet.

Seeing these eyes, Fu Tong was startled.

He actually knew what Huang Lang was thinking, and knew what to say at this time would make him feel at ease, but just like Huang Lang, he couldn't say anything.

His life was so bad that it was almost filled with lies, how much more could he do?

In the end, Fu Tong could only avoid those eyes and said softly, "I'm hungry."

Of course, a competent assistant cannot make his artist suffer.

It is the same no matter when.

After hearing this, Huang Lang couldn't care less about being sentimental, and the assistant's professionalism was instantly in place: "I'm going to cook here! Brother Tong, do you want a box lunch or something else?"

"Wuweizhai next door can use any set meal."

"Then I'll go buy it, just wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

Huang Lang responded, and without waiting for Fu Tong to speak, he turned around and ran out in a hurry. He was very fast. When Fu Tong heard the sound and looked over, he could no longer see his little assistant. The door, and the small wind chimes dangling on it.

Young is good, lively.

Fu Tong thought so in his heart, couldn't help laughing, and was about to look away from that side when he suddenly heard a knock on the outside door.

"Who?" Fu Tong asked.

No one answered the door, but there were three more knocks on the door.

"Dum, thump, thump—"

Dull and slow, it became clearer in the surrounding silence.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, and without making a sound, he slowly walked towards the door, and the Qianyuan knife was called out, hidden under his sleeve, and held firmly in his hand.

The surroundings are very quiet, the curtains in the room are drawn, and the lights are dim, making everything dark and gloomy.

Fu Tong stopped by the door, raised his hand to press the handle, and pulled it back suddenly. The moment the door opened, countless lights came in from the outside, quickly filling the room, and what came at the same time as the light, There was also a clear voice.

"Long time no see, miss me?"