Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Wen Rong never thought Fu Tong was cowardly, on the contrary, he felt that this little cub was actually much braver than most people in the world.

He is a carefree and gentle person.

Under the covetousness of so many monsters, he was the one who desperately protected Long Xunshan and waited for Fu Qianyuan to come back.

In the end, the gentle and strong person who came down from Longxun Mountain covered in wind and frost was also him.

Gentle, tough, and indomitable.

He has always been a very good cub.

But now, such a soft big cub sat facing him with his head bowed, his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and the sadness in his eyes could not be concealed.

Wen Rong rubbed his head distressedly: "Don't be sad."

"I'm not sad." Fu Tong didn't want Wen Rong to see his incompetent and cowardly appearance, buried his face deep between his paws, choked up the words behind him, and couldn't tell if he was asking Wen Rong or himself, "But I always wonder, did I really do something wrong?"

Wen Rong gave a hand.

He suddenly realized that the cub in front of him seemed to have been immersed in self-blame for so many years. He used to blame himself for being too willful, but now he blamed himself for being too cowardly. Those warm and joyful emotions seemed to have been absent from his life for a long time. appeared.

But what did he do wrong?

The one who took him home and protected him and made him a soft heart was Fu Qianyuan, the one who gave him endless expectations and promises was Fu Qianyuan, who surrounded him before he had time to get in touch with the outside world and people The person next to him is Fu Qianyuan, and in the end, the person who left without saying goodbye and leaving him endless pain and pain is still Fu Qianyuan.

Wen Rong knows that there are many helpless things in this world, and not everything can be judged from a black and white perspective. Fu Qianyuan may not be the one who did the wrong thing, but at least he lives clearly.

Fu Tong is the most innocent.

He didn't do anything, nothing was wrong, and he didn't even know what happened in the past, but he just spent almost his entire life in it.

Wen Rong has loved Fu Tong since he first saw him on Longxun Mountain nine years ago, and it is the same now.

He looked at the white velvet ball with its head bowed in front of him, thought for a while, walked over and leaned over to hold him in his arms, letting this big cub, who didn't want to be seen looking frustrated, bury his face on his shoulder , slowing down the voice: "You are fine, and you have done nothing wrong. There are many people who love you. No matter what time you are, you are the little cub we put on top of our hearts. Don't cry, you know?"

Fu Tong closed his eyes, didn't move and didn't speak, and Wen Rong didn't make any more noises. He leaned over and stood there silently hugging him. After doing this for an unknown amount of time, he felt a little bit wet. It spread across his shoulders, from warm to cold in just a split second.

He was crying, crying silently.

Wen Rong knew that this was the only way to cry when she was extremely sad, just like Wen Lang, who was punished by Wen Rong for disobedience in the past, and occasionally when he was severely punished, he would cry when he felt wronged, that kind of loud crying, She was just acting like a baby and begging the parents to pay attention. She rubbed her head and paws and then gave her a candy, so she stopped.

Only that time, Wen Rong's book was chewed to pieces by the cub who was making trouble. He was angry and couldn't bear to beat him. He planned to let the cub hang out for a few days to make him feel better, so he decided to leave him at home alone. After going down the mountain, I came back after almost three days. I saw Wen Lang when I got to the foot of the mountain. I didn't know how long I stood there. My body was covered with a layer of frost. I didn't move when I saw Wen Rong, just kept silent. He looked at him with a kind of Wen Rong's eyes that would make him feel distressed even thinking about it now, as if he was confirming whether the person in front of him was a hallucination or really came back. It wasn't until Wen Rong called his name that he came back to his senses. Carefully hugging the person in front of him.

It was the first and only time Wen Rong saw Wen Lang cry like that. There was no sound, but it felt more hysterical than ever before. The tears seemed to never stop, slowly seeping into Wen Lang from under his eyes. Rong's heart was full of bitter regret in the end.

Wen Rong and Wen Lang talked a lot that day, and they gradually got a glimpse of his mood through the wet eyes of his own son.

It was a very tormenting and complicated emotion——

I want to come back alone but I don’t know when that person will come back, and I’m even more afraid that he won’t come back, so I can only wait hopelessly. You should do that, this kind of emotion is like a needle, dormant in the softest part of your heart, the longer you can't wait, the more it hurts, and later it becomes a kind of panic that is close to numbness, even if this person comes back, he will still feel pain. At a loss and pale, he didn't dare to touch it, and even looked at it cautiously, fearing that it was an illusion, and it would disappear in a blink of an eye, leaving him alone again.

Meng Qi's mood at the beginning was no different from his, but he was not as lucky as Wen Lang. Wen Lang spent three days waiting for the person he wanted to wait for, while Meng Qi, after 500 years, was full of wind and frost. Walked down from Longxun Mountain alone.

Three days is enough to be sad, but what about 500 years?

So many times, Wen Rong couldn't bear to think about how Fu Tong survived, so he could only treat him as well as possible, so that this cub wouldn't be so sad.

But some people are unique after all, no matter how many years they have endured, no one can replace them.

Now that the two of them have come to such a point, it is hard for either of them to think about it. Wen Rong feels sorry for Fu Tong, but there is nothing he can do. He even doesn't know what to say to comfort him. Complete empathy, no matter how warm and pleasant the words are, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of powerlessness and paleness.

I can only give this cub a hug and let him relax.

The wet feeling on the shoulders was getting heavier and heavier, Wen Rong lowered his eyes and said nothing, one hand continued to run along the comforting Zai Zai's back, and the other raised his hand to rub his head, allowing him to vent his emotions.

Both of them were silent, and the room was extremely quiet for a while, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves could be heard, with a few wisps of wind blowing in from the window, rustling, and the mottled sunlight shining on the corner of the studio, followed by the sound of the wind behind them. The big pendulum clock moved sideways little by little, and when it reached the hour, a click came from the direction of the pendulum clock, and then, Wen Lang's voice sounded unexpectedly in the silence all around.

"Qing, clang, clang, your favorite and cutest cub is here to tell you the time. It's one o'clock in the afternoon, and it's exactly one o'clock after repeating. Dear Mr. Bai Ze, remember to miss me during this hour, okay? Meme meme chirp!"

Xiao Zai Zai is soft and waxy when she is coquettish, very healing.

Fu Tong was used to his aggressive and aggressive tone, and when he heard this suddenly, he was stunned, and slowly raised his head to look over there.

At this time, the hour was over, and Wen Lang's voice ended it.

"Wen Lang loves to launch biubiubiu! Dear Mr. Bai Ze, I'll see you in the next hour! Bixinxin! Abby Doradong Badu!"

All around fell silent.

Fu Tong looked back slowly: "...What does Abby Duoladongbadu mean?"

Wen Rong smiled: "Langlang said it was the ancient language of the Taotie clan that he learned from the inheritance, it seems that mountains and rivers have the meaning of meeting."

"Are you sure he didn't fool you?"

"I don't know either." Wen Rong's eyes curled up gently, which was beautiful, and his voice was soft and slow, "Are you feeling better?"

Probably because of Wen Lang's horrifying soft and glutinous painting style and that sentence of "Abi Duo La Dong Ba Du", Fu Tong really felt that he was in a much better mood, at least he didn't have the gloomy and uncomfortable feeling just now, so he nodded.

He had just finished crying, his eyes were wet, and the fur around his eyes was also wet. The delicate cub felt uncomfortable, and just wanted to lift his paw to rub it, but the paw was held by the person in front of him when he was halfway up.

He raised his eyes, Wen Rong held a tissue in his hand, lowered his head and slowly wiped the wet fur at the corners of the cub's eyes,

Fu Tong looked at him silently for a while: "I'm sorry."

Wen Rong met his eyes without stopping: "Why do you apologize?"

Fu Tong originally wanted to say that I was so sad that it affected your mood, but what he said at the end was not this sentence, but: "Dirty your clothes."

Wen Rong was wearing a silver-white Tang suit, the silk texture of which would see through when exposed to water, and now his shoulders were clearly stained with a large group of water stains, and they were still a little wrinkled.

Fu Tong felt his cheeks burn a little.

A smile flashed across Wen Rong's eyes, and he rubbed his head with his lower hand: "It's okay, but fortunately you don't shed your hair, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome to clean up."

The white velvet group shook its tail in embarrassment, and said without confidence: "I, I can wash it for you."

"You are still a cub who just needs to be taken care of, what kind of clothes do you wash?" Wen Rong smiled, "If you really want to do something for me, just think about what kind of posture you will come to me next time."

Fu Tong didn't understand what he meant: "Huh?"

"Counting this time, you came to the studio to find me twice because of Fu Qianyuan's matter. The first time was because of confusion and the second time was because of struggle. What about the third time?"

He rubbed Zai Zai's head in front of him again, his eyes soft: "I hope it can be letting go or possessing."

Fu Tong was stunned.

Wen Rong smiled: "Of the two options, I naturally prefer the latter, and there is one thing I may not have told you, that is, compared to your current WeChat nickname, I prefer your original nickname."

What he was talking about was the nickname that Fu Tong had only used for a week when he came down from Longxun Mountain——

A few times the soul dream is the same as the king.

It is also the meaning of Fu Tong's Tongben.

Fu Tong pursed his lips and said nothing.

Wen Rong continued without cubs, drying the last bit of wet fur at the end of his eyes, making a rare joke: "Okay, our A Tong is now the prettiest cub on this street again, isn't Gao happy?" ?”

Bai Rong Tuan Zai Zai was teased very coaxingly: "Happy."

Probably because he had been crying for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, and Wen Rong reheated the glass of water that was already cold in front of him: "Drink some water."

Xiao Zaizai is very obedient, holding up the water glass and sipping it little by little, letting the glass bottom out at a very slow speed. During this process, he also slowly calmed down, and when he put down the water glass, he has returned to his usual calm The appearance of a lazy noble son: "Wen Rong, thank you."

Wen Rong smiled: "Are you going back?"

Fu Tong nodded, his cheeks burned again when his gaze passed over the hollow of his shoulder, and he whispered, "I...don't you really need me to do the laundry for you?"

Wen Rong smiled and shook his head: "No, just bring me the good results when you come next time. Okay, go back, there are still people waiting for you outside."

The person waiting for the cub was naturally Fu Qianyuan. Fu Tong was hugged by him when he came out of Yao Street, but he didn't follow in. He was waiting for him outside the studio.

Fu Tong glanced out subconsciously, hummed in a low voice, and said a few words to Wen Rong, and after the redness and wetness in his eyes from crying were not so obvious, he said goodbye to Wen Rong and left the door .

After he left, the surroundings fell silent again.

Wen Rong smiled, and regardless of the wetness on his shoulders, he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip unhurriedly towards the empty corner on the left: "He won't wait for you anymore, he has nothing to say If you don’t want to, you should chase after him earlier, otherwise he should go back by himself.”

After the words fell, Wen Rong began to count silently in his heart.

three.

two.

Before the last count could be counted, a gust of cool wind suddenly passed by, and at the same time as the jingle of ceramic wind chimes under the eaves of the door, the door behind it also swayed.

Wen Rong glanced over there for a long time, then shook his head silently.