Mr. Fu is always too annoying

After a short period of stiffness, Fu Tong raised his hand to push Fu Qianyuan. This time, Fu Qianyuan didn't continue to push the dog, and very cooperatively gave Fu Tong freedom.

Fu Tong didn't dare to look at Fu Qianyuan, his eyes dodged to avoid his sight, and in the next second, he was caught off guard and saw his current appearance in the mirror in front of him——

The eyes are wet, the ends of the eyes are wet and red, the lip makeup is scratched, and the surroundings are smudged ambiguously, the clothes on the body are also wrinkled a lot, the collar buckle is loose, and the collarbone is faintly red.

No matter how dull people see him like this, they can know what they did in the room before.

What's more, the person standing outside at this time is not a dull person, but a cub who is quite unscrupulous and loves to hate people a lot of the time.

Fu Tong: "..."

bad.

He opened Zhou Hua's make-up case, intending to save his makeup, but it was too smudged so badly that there was no way to save it, so he simply removed it all, and he didn't forget to pass a makeup remover wipe to Fu Qianyuan, asking him to put his makeup on. Wipe off the lip balm from Fu Tong on his lips.

Fu Qianyuan actually didn't mind keeping it like this, but he was afraid that his own cub would become angry, so he did as he wanted.

Fu Tong stared at him the whole time, and after seeing that there was no trace left on Fu Qianyuan's face, he was completely relieved, got up, straightened his clothes and looked outside the door: "Come in."

At this time, four or five minutes had passed since Wen Lang knocked on the door for questioning.

Hearing Fu Tong's voice, Wen Lang pushed the door open and came in. He saw Fu Tong at first sight. He was standing there with no expression on his face, but his eyes were wet and red, which was unusual at first glance.

He paused for a few seconds on Fu Tong's eyes and lips, turned to the side, and paused for a few seconds on Fu Qianyuan, and soon had a preliminary impression of him.

This is a big monster.

The practice is so deep that he can't even see the original shape of the other party.

Could this be the legendary Fu Ergou?

Thinking of this, Wen Lang looked at Fu Tong again: "Are you getting better soon?"

"Not yet." Fu Tong thought about the makeup on his face, "Wait for me a little longer, I'll be fine soon."

Because he didn't know how to explain the lack of makeup, Fu Qianyuan didn't call Zhou Hua, and turned around to pick up the makeup brush to apply makeup by himself. Fu Qianyuan looked at him from behind, his eyes fixed, almost engraved on Fu Tong's body.

Being looked at like this, how does Fu Tong feel? Wen Lang didn't know, he just felt a little embarrassed.

Standing here silently eating dog food or something...the embarrassment is endless.

Forget it, let's slip.

Wen Lang rubbed his nose, and decided to go back to his place first, and then seize the time to have a romantic relationship with Mr. Qin.

Delicious.

Thinking of this, His Majesty Taotie became happy again, and after speaking with Fu Tong, he went back to his dressing room first.

As soon as the door opened and closed, the room fell silent again.

Fu Tong dipped a brush into the foundation, and was about to poke it on his face, when Fu Qianyuan's hand from the side reached out: "Zai Zai, let me do it."

Fu Tong clicked his tongue, not believing him very much: "You will?"

Fu Qianyuan smiled slowly: "For you, of course I will."

Ever since the first time he followed Fu Tong to make an announcement, he had the idea of ​​putting makeup on his cub himself, so he specially learned it. During that time, he often practiced on the faces of Bai Tang and others. Technology can fully afford it.

Fu Tong's makeup skills are actually mediocre, and it's a headache to see these. Now someone is willing to do it for him. Although he still has some doubts in his heart, he still didn't refuse in the end: "Then you come."

After thinking about it, he threatened Fu Qianyuan again: "If the makeup is bad, you can sleep outside in the corridor at night."

That's a really scary threat.

"it is good."

Fu Qianyuan laughed, stroked Fu Tong's face gently, and picked up the makeup brush.

……

Fu Qianyuan's makeup technique is really good. Although it is not as delicate as Zhou's painting, there are no flaws.

Fu Tong felt very satisfied. It was rare to see his ex-boyfriend pleasing to the eye. He didn't say anything about letting him sleep outside at night. He went out to find Wen Lang and went down to rehearse. settle down.

At this time, the time has passed 04:30, less than half an hour before the official start of the concert.

The outside audience slowly entered the arena. Wen Lang and Fu Tong went to the back to touch up their makeup. Fu Tong had experienced this kind of thing a lot, so he didn't feel nervous, but Wen Lang was different.

He has no experience before, but now he is a little nervous, afraid of forgetting the words, holding the lyrics book over and over again.

Fu Tong saw it and clicked his tongue: "What are you talking about, don't be nervous."

Wen Lang didn't say anything.

Fu Tong reached out and took off the small notebook in his hand: "Don't look at it, at worst, we'll compose lyrics on the spot. It's not like you haven't done this before."

makes sense.

So let's talk about something else.

Wen Lang smiled at Fu Tong, and asked the question in his heart that he had wanted to ask for a long time: "Who was that man in the black Tang suit just now, Fu Qianyuan? Fu Ergou?"

He had heard Fu Qianyuan's name before, but this was the first time he had met him.

"..."

Fu Tong was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

Wen Lang touched his chin: "Then what is his relationship with you?"

A somewhat unnatural expression appeared on Fu Tong's face: "Ex-boyfriend."

Wen Lang: "Oh, okay."

Fu Tong immediately became more uncomfortable: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"It's probably the shock after discovering that brain supplements have become a reality." Wen Lang was a little excited, "The ex-boyfriend, the one you've known for a month and slipped out of bed?"

The moment his voice fell, Fu Tong felt that the little dragon bracelet on his wrist was much tighter, and something lightly brushed against it, which should be the little dragon's tail.

Fu Tong: "..."

"You slipped on the bed after only knowing each other for a month." He tugged down his sleeves and covered the bracelet on his wrist more tightly, "I spent a lot more time cultivating our relationship with him than you and Qin Jingshen."

I want to slip on the bed, isn't that thin-skinned?

Besides, the fact that you have sex within a month of knowing each other is also what you said yourself.

It's shameless to lie to minors.

Wen Lang hummed in his heart: "Then how did you know each other?"

"Actually, like you and Bai Ze, I was also picked up by him, but..."

"Ok?"

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Bai Ze raised your eyebrows, and if you were raised, you were raped by others. Fu Qianyuan raised me, and I was the only one who raised you."

Wen Lang:?

Fu Qianyuan, who was secretly observing with the dragon bracelet:?

Why does that sound so wrong?

Wen Lang's expression was very subtle, and he wanted to hit someone a little bit. Considering that there were staff around him, he endured it for the time being. At about this time, he heard the countdown from above, and the staff put up a reminder board to remind them It's almost time, it's time to go up.

The two of them went to the place of the lifting platform. When the time passed, the lifting platform slowly rose up. Not long after, the lights in front of them lit up, and Wen Lang's dark blue and Fu Tong's grapefruit-colored support sticks swayed and reflected around them. Like stars set in the night sky one after another.

Bright and magnificent.

Fu Tong is a person who is used to simplicity and directness. He just wants to give people who like him the best auditory feast, and he doesn't like to say too many irrelevant words. Although this is a special tenth anniversary concert, it is the same.

With the guitar on his back, like many times before, he bowed slightly forward and made a soft sound.

"good evening."

"Welcome to my tenth year, thank you for meeting me."

In an instant, screams sounded all around, Wen Lang's dark blue support lights were temporarily extinguished, and all of them were replaced with the grapefruit color that belonged to Fu Tong, and the support lights lit up one by one in the grapefruit sea, giving Fu Tong the warmest respond.

——[Ten years are coming as scheduled]

——[Respect for meeting, respect for tomorrow, respect for the next ten years, respect for you whom we love]

Thank each other for meeting each other, and look forward to each other's future.

With a warm smile in Fu Tong's eyes, he bowed forward again, and when he looked up again, he saw more lights lit up around him, which still belonged to his grapefruit color, but the painting style was different from before. It's a world of difference.

——[Has Ah Tong released a new album today?No]

——[Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as you, but I want to sleep Fu Atong]

——[I was single ten years ago, and I am still single ten years later]

——[Tongtongzi, long live single! ]

Fu Tong: "..."

The smile that had just risen in his eyes froze for a moment, and his mood was complicated and hard to describe. He suspected that his fans had been spoiled by Fu Qianyuan, and gradually began to gather towards the same style of painting.

Forget it, what else can this do?I can only get used to it.

Fu Tong shook his head helplessly, pretending he hadn't seen it, and brought the topic to Wen Lang, and almost at the same time Wen Lang spoke, the surrounding support changed from grapefruit color to dark blue, and the protagonist of the light board also changed from Fu Tong to Wen Lang.

This is also one of the reasons why Fu Tong and Wen Lang were previously hailed as the number one CP in the entertainment industry.

The relationship between the two is really good, the Lord is like this, and so are the fans.

Between Fu Tong and Wen Lang, Fu Fan will not feel that this is my family's home court, and your family must restrain itself, otherwise it will be overwhelming, and Wen Lang's fans will not think that my family was invited by your family. Wait, we're going to argue with you about this idea.

Cooperate with each other, help each other, and achieve each other.

Compared with the situation of other CPs fighting openly and secretly, it is really a clear stream.

Fu Tong likes this peaceful state, so when talking about guests, the first and only person he thinks of is Wen Lang. If it were someone else, it would be difficult for the fans on both sides to coexist peacefully like they are now.

He smiled. At this time, Wen Lang was almost interacting with the fans. Fu Tong took over the conversation, transitioned in a few words, then sat down in front with Wen Lang, and picked up the guitar.

The surroundings fell silent for an instant.

After the guitar strings, Fu Tong's voice rang out in the silence, and he sang the first paragraph of "Silence" softly.

He, who used to be not far away

Out of the story, into the twilight of prophecy

On the road there are endless mountains and rivers, endless nights, and endless stars

The dusk never stops, the dawn never comes

because he is silent

on endless lies

Fu Tong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and sang softly. The fans around him gently shook the cheering sticks in their hands. No one could bear to speak, they just wanted to listen quietly.

Many times, they feel that Fu Tong is like a bard in western stories. He has traveled many roads and witnessed many years, and then writes them in his poems. Every word and sentence tells a story.

And that may well be the case.

Holding the guitar in his arms, Fu Tong sang [-] songs one by one, as he sang to Fu Qianyuan at home before, from depression to relaxation, until the last "When You Come".

Among the thirty songs, the first ones were sung by Fu Tong and Wen Lang together, but this one is different, Fu Tong sang solo.

He picked up the guitar, and with a soft voice, told people his most tender story. When he was about to enter the last paragraph, Wen Lang raised his hand and lightly poked Fu Tong's hand.

Fu Tong turned his head to look at him, expressing doubts with his eyes, Wen Lang also responded with his eyes, motioning him to look up.

In the upper left corner, Fu Tong noticed it when he first came in. It was empty, and it was dark and abrupt in the surrounding grapefruit sea.

Before, Fu Tong thought that there was some architectural design there and there was no place for it, but now, the moment Fu Tong moved his gaze over there, he saw many spots of light gradually appearing there.

Not the grapefruit-colored dots of the cheering sticks, but warm yellow candlelight.

The stars are reflected there, seemingly similar.

It was exactly the same as the lantern scene that Fu Tong had seen on the night of his [-]th birthday.

Fu Tong was stunned, his fingers stopped on the string, and he forgot to pluck it for a moment. It was Wen Lang who poked it again before he realized it, and connected the last verse in time without interrupting the song.

But he didn't look back, and still stayed on that piece of candlelight.

The lyrics go backward sentence by sentence, slowly reaching the end.

The moment the last word fell, the candlelight there changed again, and the dots gathered into eight words——

No worries, no fear, peace and joy.

Also familiar.

On the same day, he looked at the candlelight in the distance and made a wish. After making a wish, he asked Fu Qianyuan if he had any wishes. The latter stood under the stars with his back to the candlelight, and gave him the answer very gently.

"My wish? Yes."

"May you have no worries, no fear, peace and joy in this life."

This is not just a wish, but a confession.

After these words, Fu Tong got a superficial kiss. Fu Qianyuan looked at him and said in a very soft voice, I am pleased with you.

He only said this, and didn't ask Fu Tong if he wanted to be with him, but the meaning was clear to both of them.

And what was Fu Tong's answer at that time?

Feeling the little dragon bracelet on his wrist tightened again, Fu Qianyuan's gaze on him became even hotter, and Fu Tong's eyes froze.

The last string of the guitar fell, and the last song finally came to an end at this moment.

The voices of people around him cheered and screamed for them, Fu Tong got up, and in the dots of candlelight, he gradually glimpsed the shadow of the past.

--"Me too."

He said softly in his heart.

This was the answer he gave Fu Qianyuan and himself on that moonlit night with a loving and joyful heart.