Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Wen Rong came in a hurry, and when he entered, his sleeves were still stained with paint.

Fu Tong sat across from him, and in a very low voice, told all the things that happened during this period.

Six Desires, Canghuai, Qianyuan Knife, Ghost Wooden Box.

The stalemate with Fu Qianyuan last night, the things in the ghost wooden box, and the obsession and desire Fu Qianyuan said.

Wen Rong listened, and gradually fell silent.

After a long time, he raised his eyes and met Fu Tong's eyes harmoniously: "Would you...will you tell me what happened that day?"

After finishing speaking, he paused: "...Meng Qi."

Fu Tong was taken aback, and sat there in a daze for almost 10 minutes. When he spoke again, his voice was so difficult that even he himself hadn't thought of it.

"That day, nothing actually happened. It was just that I lost my temper with him and ran out of the house. It's not like this happened before. He would go to me every time, but that time...he didn't come. I waited until dusk at the place where I always hid before, but I didn't wait for him, so I went home by myself, but..."

Fu Tong lowered his eyes and said in a harsh voice, "He's gone."

"At that time, I was flustered and a little wronged. I knew that I had many problems, such as bad personality, self-willedness, and petty temper, but I was like that when I met him, and it hasn't changed in the next 240 years. If he doesn't like it, he can tell me, why, why did he leave like that?"

"Later, I started to wait for him, one day, two days, three days... After so long, he still didn't come back, I... I gradually started to blame myself, always thinking, if I hadn't been self-willed and made trouble at the beginning Temper, then he won’t leave? I obviously had such a good time, but now I have become like this, do I have to blame myself? Did I... destroy those with my own hands? "

Fu Tong's eyes were slightly red.

"I think I was wrong. I waited for 500 years with the blame on myself. Now that Fu Qianyuan is back, he is looking for Meng Qi. The one he wants and is familiar with in his heart's memory is also Meng Qi, but... I Could it be Meng Qi?"

"I'm not."

"Meng Qi likes to laugh, likes snow, loves spicy food and sweet food, and is very well taken care of by Fu Qianyuan. He only uses his claws when fighting other monsters, and never kills him. But what about me? Three months, from Fu Qianyuan After leaving, after only three months, I knew how to kill with one blow, how to use a knife to make those monsters die in the most painful way, how to make myself not hurt so much after being injured, so much I used to I know everything that I have never touched and I don’t want to touch, so how can I be Meng Qi?”

Fu Tong tightened his fingers, his eyes were slightly red.

"……Can not go back.

When the last sentence came out, Wen Rong felt sore: "...It's all over."

"make life difficult for."

Fu Tong's voice was hoarse.

"I have been down from Longxun Mountain for nine years. During these nine years, I like to stay with Wen Lang the most, but I am also most afraid of staying with him. Do you know that I can't help looking for my past on him? The shadow of a soft heart, love to laugh, go forward without fear, no matter what you encounter, you see, I have had such a good time, but, but..."

He lowered his head, buried his face in his hands with red eyes, as if crying.

"But why... why am I like this now?"

Wen Rong looked at him with distressed eyes, but said nothing.

He knew in his heart that Fu Tong didn't need any consolation, he just needed others to listen to him. Those things had been buried in the deepest and softest part of his heart for too long, and they had long since become obsessions and hidden pains. They were once unspeakable, but now they are spoken out ,That's good.

He poured a glass of warm water and placed it next to Fu Tong, silently waiting for him to recover.

There was silence all around, and time seemed to slow down a lot.

After an unknown period of time like this, Fu Tong slowly moved his hand away, but without looking up, he sat there and said hoarsely: "... What time is it?"

"It's just after two o'clock."

Wen Rong said, and as he spoke, he tapped his finger on the glass in Fu Tong's hand, and the cold water instantly recovered its temperature, emitting a slight heat.

He handed the cup to Fu Tong: "Drink some water first."

Fu Tong took it over: "...Thank you."

"No need." Wen Rong's eyes were warm, "In this world, my first worry is Langlang, and the second worry is you. Are you in a better mood?"

Fu Tong nodded: "It's much better."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, and then spoke again: "I just feel a little ashamed."

Wen Rong smiled: "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has sad times, and Langlang is the same. When I came down from Wuzhong Mountain to practice in the world, Langlang was reluctant. Before leaving, he hugged me and cried for two hours, but there was still a sound." Kind of."

It has to be said that Patriarch Bai Ze is very experienced in comforting the cubs, and he got to the point when he opened his mouth.

Fu Tong made up the scene in his head, and the dull feeling in his heart receded most of the time, and he wanted to laugh a little: "Kids are so interesting?"

Wen Rong smiled in his eyes: "Well, it's been like this since I was a child. I don't cry often, but when I cry, I can't stop it. But you can't laugh at Langlang with this."

If the parents say they protect their shortcomings, they will protect their shortcomings, and their attitude has not changed at all compared to usual.

Fu Tong smiled slowly, a very sincere smile, warm and soft.

No matter what he has experienced, he is still Meng Qi after all.

Wen Rong thought so in his heart, but he didn't say anything, just raised his hand and gently rubbed Fu Tong's hair like he did to Wen Lang: "You are still a child, don't always think about things by yourself, just come to me if you have something to say, If it doesn't work, hang out with Langlang for a few days, you are all young people, it would be nice to talk together."

That's because your parents have too much filter and don't know what kind of personality Wen Lang is.

You may be the only one in the whole world who thinks he is a fool.

Fu Tong glanced at Wen Rong: "Are you sure?"

Wen Rong just smiled: "Sure, I know you are not that fierce to the cubs."

Fu Tong: "..."

I don't have it, but Wen Lang does.

The cub is not very old, and his milk is fierce.

But Mr. Yazi couldn't admit it, so he could only give a low hum.

Wen Rong touched his eyes with his fingers: "Whether it was before or now, there are people who like you. Maybe there was only one before, but now there are many. Don't be sad, there are so many people who like you, how can you be unhappy? Woolen cloth?"

Fu Tong only felt his eyes sore, and nodded silently.

Wen Rong smiled warmly, "Stop crying, if Lang Lang finds out, I'm afraid he'll laugh at you again."

"At that time, I will hurt each other with him, whoever is afraid of the other." Fu Tong rubbed his eyes, "At least I didn't make a sound."

It was also the first time for Wen Rong to see Fu Tong's soft appearance. Hearing this, he couldn't help but rubbed his hair again, with a smile in his voice: "You've lost your temper with Lang Lang, don't be shy."

Fu Tong lowered his head while holding the cup, and said yes again.

Wen Rong sat back down again, knowing that Fu Tong still had some emotions in his heart, so he didn't make a sound, didn't leave, and stayed silent with him.

But this time the silence was not long. After 2 minutes, Fu Tong glanced out of the window and said softly, "The rain has stopped."

Wen Rong looked at him: "Is the sky sunny?"

"...It's sunny."

"After the rain, it's time to go home." Wen Rong stood up, "Let's go, kid, put on the mask, and I'll take you home."

His voice is very gentle, and his eyes are warm, as if he is looking at his own cubs.

Fu Tong paused for a while, and then slowly laughed.

"it is good."

**

The next day, Saturday.

There is no need to go to work at the Monster Bureau.

Perhaps it was because he vented all his emotions at Wen Rong's place, Fu Tong slept soundly that night, had no dreams, and went straight to the alarm clock.

He got up to take a shower, and just after he came out of the bathroom, Lu Chuan's phone call also came: "Boss, have you packed it yet?"

"It's almost there, are you there?"

"I just arrived downstairs, but I won't go up, because I'm afraid to see your ex-boyfriend having angina."

Fu Tong was silent for a while: "That's my ex-boyfriend, what's wrong with your angina?"

Lu Chuan was also very worried: "Do you think I am willing? No way, as long as I think of him now, there are only a few words left in my mind."

"what?"

"It's not a good job."

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong almost laughed out loud: "I have vision."

Lu Chuan only felt tired, sighed and hung up the phone without saying anything.

Fu Tong laughed, turned around and went downstairs, and saw Lu Chuan as soon as he got out of the floor. Mr. Manager was standing there with an umbrella, still looking like an elite in a suit as always.

Seeing Fu Tong, Lu Chuan smiled and came to pick him up and get into the car.

The car drove out of the community slowly, Fu Tong looked out the window, and suddenly heard Lu Chuan say: "Boss, are you in a good mood today?"

Fu Tong turned around: "So obvious?"

"Obviously, your current state can only be described in one word."

"what?"

"nice."

"What about cultured ones?"

"A radiant face."

Fu Tong likes this word.

He laughed: "I'm really in a good mood. Spitting out black mud makes me happy."

Having said that, he didn't mention anything specific, so Lu Chuan knew it well, so he didn't ask, and turned the topic to the real thing: "Actually, there is something else I want to tell you. The person we are going to meet will be changed temporarily. The newly replaced one... I heard that it's a bit strange recently, when the time comes, you can avoid it if you can, and offend you if you can't avoid it, anyway, we are not afraid of it."

"What kind of strange method?"

"How should I say it? Probably—"

"squeak--"

The car stopped suddenly, and Fu Tong leaned forward because of inertia. After he stabilized, he looked at Lu Chuan first: "What's wrong?"

Lu Chuan didn't speak, just raised his hand and pointed forward.

Fu Tong looked over, and the next second, he was stunned.