Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong's gaze paused on Fu Qianyuan's face for a few seconds, then moved down, and slowly landed on his clothes.

It was a pale blue Tang suit, covered with very light cloud patterns.

Coincidentally, Fu Tong is also wearing a Tang suit today, which is exactly the same as the silver-white Tang suit Fu Qianyuan is wearing except for the different colors.

Thinking about it, it seemed that it was also given to him by Fu Qianyuan when the two reunited.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes: "Did you use the dragon scale to spy on me again?"

Fu Qianyuan smiled and did not deny it: "Zai Zai, I am very happy to see that you are still willing to wear this dress."

Fu Tong's eyes flickered for a moment: "...Don't think too much, I just think it's a pity that the clothes look good and don't wear them there, and I've already forgotten that you gave them to me."

"Okay." Fu Qianyuan was kind, "It has nothing to do with me, as long as you like it."

People are too doggy, and Fu Tong is speechless when he is so doggy.

"...Let's go home first."

After a long silence, Fu Tong finally decided to end this topic first, and said.

Fu Qianyuan liked to hear him say the word "go home", and smiled warmly when he heard the words: "Okay, let's go home."

After the words fell, the hand also quietly reached over, first tentatively touched the back of Fu Tong's hand, and felt that the latter had no intention of refusing, then relaxed, and gently held Fu Tong's hand in the palm of his hand.

Fu Tong, who was distracted and didn't notice the movement on Fu Qianyuan's side just now: "..."

Your play-by-play strategy is pretty good.

Fu Tong was almost laughed at by this doggy ex-boyfriend, and wanted to take it, but it didn't work once, and it didn't work twice... until ten times, he couldn't get it out, and he could only feel Fu Qianyuan's hand getting tighter and tighter.

Fu Tong turned his head and glanced at Fu Qianyuan: "Do you think this is suitable for you?"

"Huh?" Fu Qianyuan also looked at him, pretending not to understand.

You are a real dog.

Fu Tong sighed in his heart, and looked down at the hand held by Fu Qianyuan: "If I remember correctly, we should still pursue the relationship with the pursued now. You shook my hand without my consent, didn't you?" Too frivolous?"

Yes some.

Fu Qianyuan agrees with Fu Tong's statement in his heart, but since the dog has been decided, this statement must not be accepted.

He thought for a while, looked at Fu Tong, and asked seriously: "Zai Zai, it's really frivolous if you put it on the relationship between the suitor and the pursued, but what if you put it on the family level?"

Fu Tong was taken aback.

Fu Qianyuan smiled slowly, and held his hand even tighter: "Even if it is not a lover relationship, we are still family members. When we become lovers in the future, it is just a closer relationship in the family relationship. It cannot be changed."

How to do.

Suddenly, I felt that this sounded quite reasonable.

Should not.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, knowing that his ex-boyfriend was in the dog again, but after much deliberation, he couldn't think of how to refute his words, and finally turned around in despair: "Go as you want."

These words are no different from the promise, just a little bit awkward, exactly the same as the cub on Long Xun Mountain back then.

Fu Qianyuan smiled, rubbed Fu Tong's palm lightly with his fingertips, and hooked again.

Slight itching, deep ambiguity.

Fu Tong trembled involuntarily, looked at Fu Qianyuan again, and frowned: "You—"

Just as he uttered a word, he saw Fu Qianyuan raise his hand: "Zai Zai, look."

He means the sky.

Fu Tong looked over and saw countless bright stars at a glance. They were embedded in the night sky, shining and stretching into the distance.

When Fu Tong first came out of the studio, the sky was not like this, maybe because the night was not dark enough, or maybe because there were dark clouds in the sky at that time, it looked dark and gloomy.

He watched, and after a long while, he heard Fu Qianyuan's voice from beside him: "Zai Zai, does it look good?"

"It's beautiful." Fu Tong said, "But it's not as beautiful as the starry sky on Longxun Mountain."

How can it be compared?

The top of Longxun Mountain is wide open, without the cover of tall buildings, and there are no lights competing with it. The stars are so bright in the night sky, floating quietly above Longxun Mountain, as if you can reach them with your hands.

In addition to the stars, there are actually many more.

Sunrise at dawn, sunset at dusk, the fresh green on the branches in spring, the first snow on the eaves in winter...all of them, Fu Tong thought that what he had seen in Longxun Mountain before was the most beautiful, and it couldn't be compared anywhere else.

Fu Tong thinks so, so does Fu Qianyuan, but compared to Fu Tong, there are not so many things left in Fu Qianyuan's memory. From the beginning to the end, he is nostalgic for only this person in front of him.

As long as this person is still by his side, all the places he walks with are good.

Thinking of this, Fu Qianyuan's heart almost softened into a puddle of water. He held Fu Tong's hand and said softly, "Zai Zai, I set up a teleportation formation in the attic of the Monster Bureau to Long Xun Mountain. If you want to go back and have a look, you can do it anytime.”

Fu Tong was startled: "Long Xun Mountain? When did you set it up?"

"After returning from Longxun Mountain." Fu Qianyuan looked at him firmly, "I will never forget what I promised you."

His eyes were too serious, Fu Tong watched, and slowly realized what the promise he was talking about——

"It's okay, just come back often when there is no notice in the future, everything will be fine."

This is what Fu Qianyuan said to Fu Tong when they were about to leave Longxun Mountain last time and were detained by the creatures on the mountain.

Fu Tong thought it was just consolation, but to Fu Qianyuan, it was actually a promise, a promise that must never be forgotten.

Fu Tong's eyelashes trembled, and he looked down at the hands held by the two people, remembering that it seemed to be the same that day, he was reluctant to part with Long Xunshan, and his mood was a little depressed, but Fu Qianyuan held his hand, dispelling this depression a lot with temperature .

Being with someone is always better than being alone.

Fu Tong looked away, and said softly, "Go home."

"it is good."

Fu Qianyuan held Fu Tong's hand, lowered his eyebrows, and said softly.

……

In the next few days, Fu Tong stayed in the studio almost all the time, and sometimes he didn't go home at night, just nestled in the small sofa for the whole night, and woke up the next day to continue his busy routine.

It's been busy, it hasn't been easy, but it all turned out well.

On October [-]th, at noon, Fu Tong heard Wen Lang sing the last song, and nodded in praise of the cub: "Thirty songs, all the lyrics are correct and not out of tune, not bad."

Wen Lang slumped on the sofa with the guitar in his arms: "I can't be wrong. Let me tell you, fortunately, I don't have the habit of talking in my sleep. If I did, maybe the words in my sleep at night are the lyrics of these songs."

Fu Tong imagined that scene for a while, and wanted to laugh a little: "That's pretty good."

"Where is it?"

"Hello, Mr. Qin." Fu Tong usually fooled the cub, "Look, in my sleep, I can hear my sweetheart singing beside me, and they are all very gentle songs. There are so many sentimental things."

Wen Lang: Although I know you're teasing me, I'm really a little happy.

He smiled, with an involuntary arc, and quickly endured it, looking at Fu Tong seriously: "Is that so?"

"It must be. If you don't believe it, you might as well ask your Mr. Qin." Fu Qianyuan smiled and pointed behind him, "Do you think so? Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen's voice sounded heavily from behind Wen Lang: "Yes."

Wen Lang was startled, and after realizing it, he turned around in surprise and saw Qin Jingshen, his eyes lit up instantly: "Why are you here?"

The voice is soft and waxy, which is sugar to Qin Jingshen, but Fu Tong just feels tired and flustered.

"What else can I do? Naturally, I'm here to pick you up."

Fu Tong clicked his tongue and gave Wen Lang the answer before Qin Jingshen could speak.

His Majesty Taotie was very dissatisfied: "Why do you talk so much? Don't talk, there are some things I just want to hear from my boyfriend."

After speaking, he looked at Qin Jingshen again, his eyes full of expectation.

Qin Jingshen's eyes were full of indulgence: "I'll pick you up."

After thinking about it, he lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "Go on a date."

Dating?

His Majesty Glutton likes this event very much.

"Then let's go." Wen Lang responded instantly, super positive, "Anyway, our side is over, and it's time for us to have a good relationship, isn't it?"

The last three words were said while looking at Fu Tong, with threatening eyes.

His Majesty Gluttonous: [Super Fierce].jpg

Alas.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes and wanted to make trouble, but after thinking about it, it seemed unethical to disturb the cub's love affair, so he had to give up: "Let's go, remember to go to the scene in advance tomorrow and rehearse a few times."

Wen Lang was waiting for this sentence. Hearing this, he nodded, looked at Qin Jingshen with a smile, and stretched out his hand.

Qin Jingshen held his hand, with smiles in his eyes, and the two of them clasped their fingers together. After that, they didn't stay long, and after saying goodbye to Fu Tong, they turned and left the studio.

The back is lingering, and the surrounding pink bubbles seem to be materialized.

Fu Tong watched from behind, couldn't help but groaned again, didn't stay in the studio any longer, packed up his things and went out.

He didn't intend to go home, he wanted to go to the Monster Bureau first.

I told Bai Tang before that I would go to the Monster Bureau to take notes, but later I got busy with the concert, so I never went. Now that there is a rare gap, Fu Tong wants to settle this matter first, and keep it in mind. There is always pressure.

The studio is not far from Longdu Building, and it only takes about 10 minutes to walk there.

Fu Tong went in, and when he walked to the front of the elevator, he found that the elevator was running, and the number of floors was displayed on the eighth floor.

He glanced, raised his hand to press the elevator button, and before he could press it, he saw that the icon on the elevator had turned into a downward arrow.

Eight layers.

Seven floors.

Six floors.

……

layer.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened, and the person inside raised his eyes, looked at Fu Tong with a smile, and called him softly: "Fu Tong."

The smile is bright, and the pupils are like gold.

It's Xia Long.