Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong looked at Fu Qianyuan's hand stretched out in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time.

Such silence fell on Fu Qianyuan's heart, which undoubtedly made his whole heart heavy.

His eyes stopped on Fu Tong, his eyes were focused and serious, and he couldn't see the bewilderment and panic before. In fact, he was still extremely nervous and a little scared.

When he reached out to Fu Tong in Longyuan yesterday, what he got was the latter's indifferent and tired glance, what will happen now?

Fu Qianyuan didn't know, and didn't dare to think about it, for fear that even what he saw in his prediction would be the result he didn't want to see.

He was not such a timid and cowardly person in the past, but if he cared too much, he was easy to worry about gains and losses, and just wanted to choose to escape.

It's just that some things can't be avoided.

After listening to what Fu Tong and Wen Rong said, Fu Qianyuan knew that if he kept hiding and didn't say or do anything, the road ahead for him and Fu Tong would be even more difficult.

There's nowhere to go even, and that's the end of it.

This is not a result he can bear.

Fu Qianyuan was confused, but he didn't want the people in front of him to see it and affect his mood, so he tried his best to restrain himself, waiting for Fu Tong's answer quietly like waiting for a trial.

He thought he hid these things well, but he didn't know that some emotions couldn't be hidden, just like now——

The cautious, even pleading eyes fell into Fu Tong's eyes so clearly, no matter how restrained he was, it was useless.

Such eyes made Fu Tong feel as if his heart had been scalded. It was difficult for him to describe his current mood in words. He only felt that the most important position in his heart seemed to be missing something, empty and extremely depressed.

He didn't like this feeling, he lowered his head to avoid Fu Qianyuan's four lines, and stopped looking at him.

Thinking it was a refusal, Fu Qianyuan was startled, his eyes dimmed a lot, but at this moment, he heard Fu Tong's voice, calling his name softly: "Fu Qianyuan."

Fu Qianyuan looked at him, and the expectations and prayers in his eyes became clearer.

Fu Tong lowered his head: "...accompany me for a walk on the mountain."

In a simple sentence, there is no difference between Fu Qianyuan and salvation at this time.

The gloom in Fu Qianyuan's eyes dissipated, and he responded almost instantly: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he felt that it was not enough, so he asked Fu Tong: "Zai Zai, where do you want to go? Longmianjian or Songbailin?"

"Just walking around."

Fu Tong glanced at him, and after saying this, he didn't make another sound. He turned and walked down the mountain. Fu Qianyuan walked along with him, seeing pines and cypresses along the stream, and the gentle flowers beside the stream.

Longxun Mountain, which was desolate and withered yesterday, was only a day later, and because of the return of the master, it regained its radiant vitality.

It's just that this vitality is temporarily unappreciated.

Fu Qianyuan's gaze was almost fixed on the people around him from the beginning to the end, and he had no time to care about other things. But when Fu Tong said he was walking casually, he was really walking casually. He didn't go to the places he liked before, and just walked straight ahead. , Go deeper and farther up the mountain.

The wind on the mountain gradually stopped, the sunset in the distance will be extinguished, and the night is gradually covering.

Before night completely fell, Fu Tong finally stopped in front of a field of flowers.

The softly colored flowers seem to be covered with a layer of white mist in the surrounding twilight. They are extremely beautiful, but Fu Tong knows that this is not the best time for them to look. When night falls, everything on the mountain is covered in ink. When it is dark, it will shine brightly in the dark night, as bright as the stars in the sky.

It was named by Fu Tong, and it was called Wanzhao, which was Fu Qianyuan's favorite flower in the past.

On the day he sensed that Heavenly Dao summoned him to leave Longxun Mountain, this was the flower that Fu Tong gave him.

Fu Qianyuan looked at the evening flowers in front of him, thinking of the day he left and what happened in the following thousand and five hundred years, his heart trembled, and he didn't say anything.

Fu Tong was in a good mood, leaned over to pick a few flowers and held them in his hands, looked at it and smiled slightly.

"Remember it? Evening photo."

Fu Tong turned his head to look at Fu Qianyuan.

"I remember you liked it the most at the time, so I always looked for it all over the mountains and plains, and wanted to bring it back as a gift to you, but there were too few of them, and I could only find two or three insignificant ones when I searched on the mountain. Little bit, if you put it at home and don’t look at it, you won’t see it at all.”

"I can see it."

After Fu Tong said these words, Fu Qianyuan finally made a sound, and it rang beside Fu Tong.

How can I not see it?

The bright and gentle flowers at home are gifts from his cub with a lingering mood. But the cub is easily shy, so he never said that. He only said that he looked at it when he was playing outside. When he brought it back, he forgot that there were dead branches and dust on his body that hadn't been cleaned up in time, and he didn't see the bright and shy eyes when he brought the flowers to Fu Qianyuan.

His cub, who looks arrogant and capricious, is actually softer than anyone else.

The two or three flowers in the house every day have not fallen for 230 years. It is the tenderness that Meng Qi feels is insignificant, but is deeply rooted in Fu Qianyuan's heart.

Fu Qianyuan will always be moved by this.

But now, Fu Qianyuan feels more distressed than heartbeat.

Because of what Fu Tong said next.

"In the past, I couldn't find it, thinking that it was rare, until after you left Longxun Mountain, I started looking for you."

"Looking for you like crazy."

"During that time, I searched all the places on the mountain, and I didn't even find the most remote corners. It's not because it's rare, but because I'm in the wrong place."

"..."

"It's just that I didn't expect that the evening photo is like this, and so are you."

Fu Qianyuan was startled.

Fu Tong was still smiling, holding the flowers in his hands together to form a bouquet, and slowly handing it to him.

"I've been looking for you for so many years, but I couldn't find you, not because you weren't there, but because I was in the wrong place."

"The top of the mountain and the mountains are so close, it only takes more than 20 minutes to walk here, not even half the distance of the road we just walked."

"But I searched for 500 years, but I couldn't find you."

Fu Tong looked at Fu Qianyuan, with the same smile on his face: "Tell me, isn't it ridiculous?"

"..."

What does it feel like to have your heart thrown into a pile of rubble and ground back and forth?

Fu Qianyuan has never tasted it, but he feels that it will never hurt more than he does now, making his eyes seem to be wet at this moment.

He looked at Fu Tong. In the past, at such a time, he could say a pale sorry, even though Fu Tong didn't like to hear it, but now he was full of trepidation and couldn't say anything.

He could only be silent.

The last layer of twilight finally extinguished in the rustling mountain wind, and the night covered Longxun Mountain, but it did not fall into darkness. The sky was full of bright stars, embellished on the night sky, reflecting the appearance of the two people below little by little.

In the quiet of the night, at last, Fu Tong said first: "Fu Qianyuan, I feel very tired."

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly in the stars and soft moonlight.

"I want to stop for a while, I don't want to look for it like that anymore, and I don't want to chase it like that anymore."

At these words, Fu Qianyuan's heart sank to the bottom instantly.

Hearing Fu Tong's weary voice, he felt pain and panic again: "That's not it, Zai Zai, we—"

Before he could say the following words, he was interrupted by Fu Tong's voice.

"So, I actually want to ask you now—"

He met Fu Qianyuan's eyes again, with the same serious expression: "What did you say to me just now?"

Fu Qianyuan was startled.

The next second, after realizing what Fu Tong meant, his eyes lit up instantly, but he still couldn't believe it, and looked at Fu Tong hesitantly: "Zai Zai, is... is that what I think?"

He spoke cautiously, the hope in his eyes was so full that it was about to overflow.

Fu Tong didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Such a calm, even cold reaction gave Fu Qianyuan great courage at this time.

He made up his mind, threw away the previous panic and hesitation, and stretched out his hand to Fu Tong seriously and solemnly, repeating what he said at the top of the mountain: "I want to pursue you again, are you willing to give me this chance?"

"This time, you don't need to look for it, and you don't need to chase after it. I'll do it instead."

"No matter when, I'm always there."

"You just need to stand where you are, turn around or call me, and I will come to you in an instant."

"Cub..."

He fixedly looked at Fu Tong with serious eyes: "I love you."

Every word is a word of love and a promise.

"..."

His voice resounded deep in the night, the stars were bright in the night sky, and the moonlight was more gentle in the shadows of the trees.

And Fu Qianyuan, in his gentleness, saw Fu Tong raise his hand, and it gently fell into his palm.

Different from yesterday's indifferent glance, and also different from the previous answer to irrelevant questions, this time, the warm touch came from the palm of his hand and melted into his heart, breaking the ice in Fu Qianyuan's heart that almost made him despair.

Fu Qianyuan held Fu Tong's hand tightly and didn't speak for a long time.

It was quiet again for a while, and in the silence, Fu Tong finally spoke out: "What are you doing holding so tightly, are you afraid that I will go back on my word?"

He just said it casually, like a joke, but Fu Qianyuan nodded very seriously: "I'm afraid."

Fu Tong was stunned for a while, then smiled slowly, did not continue what he said before, and changed the subject softly: "Let's go back to Longdu tomorrow, isn't the bureau very busy recently, we can't let Rao She and the others do it all, and There is something else on my side... I need you to do it with me."

Naturally, Fu Qianyuan would not refuse, and nodded in response: "Okay."

Fu Tong glanced at him: "Why don't you ask what you are going to do?"

This kind of him made Fu Qianyuan feel that he saw the occasionally arrogant little cub many years ago again, his heart softened, and he said as he wanted, "What are you doing?"

"Go thank someone."