Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong woke up the next evening.

It was dusk when he woke up, the sunset was coming quietly, Fu Tong opened his eyes, his eyes were dim, the twilight spilled into the room from the window, gently covering the inside with a layer of gentle color.

Tree and vine swings, pine branches and wind chimes, paintings on the wall with a few graffiti, pottery vases with paw prints... He is very familiar with everything here, because he and Fu Qianyuan had a tender heart Made it together.

This is his home.

The only home I have in my life, but I haven't been back for a long time.

When we meet again, my heart is hot.

Fu Tong glanced over them one by one, no matter how small or insignificant the objects were.

I don't know how many times I watched it like this, and I don't know how long it took. He got up and got out of bed, and walked towards the small swing in the corner step by step. It had obviously been cleaned up in advance.

It goes without saying who that person is.

Fu Tong pursed his lips, sat down on the swing, and slowly swayed like the cub who always loved to swing around on the swing many years ago, with an object on his neck gently following the swing of the swing Flickering in front of his eyes, Fu Tong was also familiar with him, and he was Fu Qianyuan's confidant.

The dragon scales he gave back to Fu Qianyuan before he came to Longxun Mountain have now returned to him, and there are two more pieces beside Longshui and Wangshan Soul Suppression Monument.

Fu Tong looked at him silently, his fingers stroked the dragon scales little by little, and finally stopped on the red thread hanging them, a thin thread, wound around there so fragile, Fu Tong only needed to touch it a little. It can be easily torn off with a swipe.

But in the end, Fu Tong withdrew his hand, let them stay there, got up and walked out.

There was no one outside, and it was quiet on the top of the mountain, only the faint sound of the wind could be heard.

It's a bit lonely, but the sun is very warm, which softens the biting cold wind and snow on the mountain.

Fu Tong stopped at the edge of the cliff, quietly looking at the pines and cypresses shrouded in twilight on the cliff. After a while, he closed his eyes and opened his hands towards the cliff in front of him, feeling the wind and snow falling in the twilight, and then gently lightly on his body.

When Wen Rong walked into the top of the mountain, this was the first thing he saw——

Fu Tong stood on the edge of the cliff, with his hands stretched forward, like a bird about to fly to the sky, but he had no wings, so he was teetering on the edge of the cliff. He was pale and fragile in the deep twilight, which made Wen Rong feel like he was on the mountain. As long as the wind is stronger, as long as it is a little stronger, he will fall down, fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces.

This made Wen Rong feel flustered.

His heart tightened, and he called Fu Tong cautiously: "...Fu Tong?"

Fu Tong turned his head in the wind and snow, but didn't retreat. He still stood on the edge of the cliff and smiled slowly at Wen Rong: "You're here."

Most of the voice was covered by the rustling wind on the top of the mountain, and it fell lightly in Wen Rong's ears, just like his people.

Wen Rong felt more and more flustered. He looked at Fu Tong for a moment, his heart gripped tightly: "Fu Tong, can you come here first? I want to talk to you, but you are too far away from me , I think we're nearer."

His voice is very soft and gentle, like coaxing a cub.

The smile in Fu Tong's eyes gradually faded away.

He met Wen Rong's eyes, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth lightly: "Are you afraid that I will commit suicide?"

Wen Rong was startled: "No, I..."

Just after saying three words, Fu Tong's voice sounded again: "I won't."

He turned his head again, looked at the endless clouds and mist under the cliff, and smiled lowly: "You know what? Before you came to Longxun Mountain, many times... I forgot how many times I stood Here, looking at the bottom, I think it's better to jump down, and just end everything like this."

"But when I turned around, I saw the home behind me, the swings, wind chimes, and wicker chairs I made with him... Such thoughts suddenly disappeared."

"I'm a coward, and I have too many attachments, so I don't want to die, and I don't dare to die, so you don't have to worry."

"I was the loneliest and I was like this when I had nothing. Then you came, and I went down the mountain with you. I met Wen Lang, Zhou Yanxiu and Lu Zhang. I have more and more, and I am even more reluctant."

"Wen Rong." Fu Tong closed his eyes, looked at Wen Rong again, and smiled slowly at him, "I can't die."

What he said was that he couldn't die, not that he didn't want to die.

Many times, Fu Tong felt that he would not be able to endure it any longer. This feeling was like a thread, a thin thread, running across the edge of a cliff, and when he stood on the thread, as long as the unbearable emotion in his heart was a little heavier, Just a little bit, and the thread would break, and he would fall into a bottomless cliff.

This line is extremely fragile, like Fu Tong, teetering on the cliff. Many times, Fu Tong felt that it was about to break, but someone always stretched out his hand a second before it broke, and pulled him up. Let that line heal again. It used to be his home, a little hope that was still carefully burning in his heart, and then it was the people around him, with a gentle smile, Wen Lang's awkward concern, Lu Zhang And Zhou Yanxiu's news from time to time... It was them who pulled him back from the cliff time and time again.

These trivial things that others see are insignificant and commonplace, but to Fu Tong, they are life-saving medicine.

In his life, he has lost too much, but has too little, so just a little warmth is enough to make him feel nostalgic for this world again, and slowly walk back from the edge of the cliff.

like now.

He turned around, and in the sight of Wen Rong who was so nervous that he didn't dare to look away for a moment, he finally left the edge of the cliff, walked up to Wen Rong step by step, looked at him and smiled again.

"Wen Rong, I'm back, but I feel very tired." Fu Tong lowered his head, obviously smiling, but he was extremely tired, "Why? I don't know... did I do something wrong?"

Looking into his eyes and listening to his words, Wen Rong's eyes were sore, almost feeling like crying.

He couldn't bear it anymore, took a step forward, hugged the extremely fragile cub in front of him, and said softly, "You didn't do anything wrong, don't be afraid, don't be sad, it's over, everything will be fine."

Fu Tong said in a dazed tone, "Passed?"

"Yes, it's over." Wen Rong nodded, "The rhino photo disappeared. You already know the reason why Fu Qianyuan left without saying goodbye. Everything has been cleared up. It's all over. It will be fine... It will be fine."

He repeated the last few words many times: "You know, I'd never lie to you, would I?"

Wen Rong asked Fu Tong this question before, and Fu Tong nodded without thinking at that time, giving him the purest trust, but this time he was silent.

It's just that such silence is not because of disbelief in Wen Rong's words, but because of himself.

After a long silence, Fu Tong lowered his head and said softly, "Wen Rong... I'm afraid."

Wen Rong looked at him: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of gaining and losing again." Fu Tong's voice was very low, "I lost it once, leaving me with almost nothing. If I gain it and lose it again... what will be the consequences? Can I still bear it?"

Wen Rong was stunned.

At this moment, he couldn't tell what mood he was in, but he felt very astringent and painful.

Such a mood made him speechless. After a long silence, he raised his hand and hugged Fu Tong again.

Maybe it's because the breath on Wen Rong's body is very reassuring, maybe it's because a warm hug can always comfort people, being hugged by Wen Rong like this, Fu Tong gradually calmed down, retreated from Wen Rong's embrace, and walked towards him With a smile, when he spoke again, he became the familiar appearance of Wen Rong again.

"where are they?"

The question is about how many people Rao She... Maybe Fu Qianyuan too.

"Xizhao here involves a lot of monsters and things. Rao She and the others are busy writing and filing materials, so they will go back to the Monster Bureau first, and Fu Qianyuan is still there, but..."

Wen Rong glanced back: "He didn't dare to see you, and he was worried about you, so he asked me to come."

Fu Tong didn't expect him to say: "Don't dare to see me?"

"Yes." Wen Rong responded softly, "Fu Tong, you have to know... In a relationship, whether it's joy or sorrow, it's actually mutual. When you feel scared, maybe he is too."

Fu Tong was afraid, afraid of gaining and losing again.

And Fu Qianyuan is actually also afraid, afraid of seeing Fu Tong's tired and indifferent eyes like before, and even more afraid that such eyes are because of him, he will force him

Fu Tong's eyes flickered and he didn't speak. Seeing his reaction, Wen Rong smiled, and looked back at the direction he glanced at just now: "Are you still coming?"

He, Wen Rong and Fu Qianyuan were the only ones on Long Xun Mountain right now, so it was self-evident to whom this sentence was said.

Fu Tong's heart skipped a beat, and he looked over there with Wen Rong's gaze, and within a few seconds, he saw Fu Qianyuan walking out of the shadows.

The usually calm person looked very at a loss at this moment, and called Fu Tong in a low voice: "Zai Zai."

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, and Wen Rong left the mountain when Fu Qianyuan came out, leaving all the space for them.

There were only the two of them left on the top of the mountain for a while.

Fu Qianyuan looked at Fu Tong, hesitated to speak, but before speaking, he heard Fu Tong's voice, and asked him faintly: "Have you been eavesdropping here?"

"No." Thinking that Fu Tong was angry, Fu Qianyuan panicked instantly, "Zai Zai, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, I was afraid that you would do something... bad things, so I didn't dare to leave, and I was afraid that you would see me angry , and hid there."

In fact, he also wanted to see Fu Tong more, but he didn't dare to say this.

After Fu Tong asked that sentence, he didn't care much about the answer. After hearing Fu Qianyuan finished speaking, he still had such a faint expression, and then asked him: "Whether it is intentional eavesdropping or not, you have listened to the words. Is there anything you want to say?"

"……Have."

This time, Fu Qianyuan finally calmed down, the bewilderment in his eyes dissipated temporarily, and he met Fu Tong's eyes, and spoke extremely seriously.

"I know that we have missed a lot in these years, I know that you have experienced a lot of bad things, and I know that you are afraid, but I think, as Wen Rong said, everything has passed, and we need a fresh start .”

"And now, it's time for the beginning to come... Zai Zai."

He called Fu Tong, earnestly and solemnly, and slowly stretched out his hand towards him: "I want to pursue you again, are you willing to give me this chance?"