Mr. Fu is always too annoying

In Fu Tong's impression, Fu Qianyuan has almost no favorite objects, those are all external things to him, and the few things that are in his heart are all given to him by Meng Qi in the past.

But this easel is different.

During the period when he first moved in, Fu Tong often saw Fu Qianyuan standing by the window and looking at it with lowered eyebrows, with countless unspeakable emotions hidden in his eyes. Just one glance makes people feel extremely worried.

In other words, Fu Tong, who used to be Meng Qi, felt very worried.

At that time, Fu Tong really wanted to see what was inside, but Fu Qianyuan's eyes were always on him all the time, and he couldn't find a chance to peek at him. Now, the ex-boyfriend is not here, and the easel is only [-] meters away from him. A distance of two or three meters.

So... to watch, or not to watch?

Fu Tong stopped in front of the easel with heavy eyes, looked up at the dust cloth above, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

If you don't watch it, you really want to watch it, but if you want to talk about it, isn't it a bit... inappropriate?

Actually.

But the ex-boyfriend is so frank, so what does it matter if he is a little bit inappropriate?

The white velvet cub shook his tail, calmly found an excuse for the inappropriate behavior he was going to do, and when he figured it out, he naturally didn't have any burden in his heart. Most of the dust cloth was lifted, and the contents of the painting came into Fu Tong's eyes without any concealment.

Jianshui, small flowers, distant mountains.

There are also dragons and cubs who are entangled with each other in such an intimate gesture, touching each other's foreheads.

Everything on the painting, including this painting itself, is no stranger to Fu Tong, because Fu Qianyuan's WeChat profile picture is this, but compared with the reduced version of the four-square profile picture, the painting in front of him is obviously much clearer, so that Fu Tong You can see the soft fluff on the cubs, the jade-like scales on Canglong's body, and the softness and affection in their eyes when they look at each other.

Even if it's just a painting, those emotions can still be seen by those outside the painting and melt into the heart.

Then what kind of mood did the painter have when he drew it?

The moment this kind of thought appeared in his heart, Fu Tong suddenly felt that his heart was hit by something, and the painting seemed to be warm, spreading hot on his heart, making a heart in the surrounding silence Uncontrolled banging.

Fu Tong turned his eyes away in panic, not wanting to look any more, retracted his paws, and the white cloth scattered beside it returned to its original position, covering up all the tenderness and softness in the painting.

But just because you can't see with your eyes doesn't mean you can't think about it.

The white fluffy little cub lay down on the cushion again, the book in front of him was turned to the page he had seen before, but he lost the mood to continue reading, his mind was full of the dragon and the little cub that he had just painted, My heart is also very chaotic.

Fu Tong: Pain in the skull.

And after such a pain, it lasted until [-]:[-].

Wen Lang sent a message in advance to remind him. Fu Tong simply tidied himself up, and instead of letting Fu Qianyuan see him off, he took a taxi to the place he had agreed with Wen Lang. At ten o'clock, the two met downstairs at Song Qinghe's house. Fu Tong took off his mask, and in the next second, Wen Lang's eyes clearly changed.

Fu Tong: "...What kind of eyes do you have?"

"It's nothing, I'm just shocked." Wen Lang took a few steps forward, looked at Fu Tong back and forth for a few times, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "I didn't say it, it's been a long time since I saw you, why did you say that?" Has the vicissitudes of life become like this? Is the estrus so painful?"

Fu Tong was expressionless: "If you want to know so much, why don't you feel it yourself?"

Wen Lang smiled and shook his fingers: "That's not okay, you know that, how can an obedient and sensible person like me do such a thing as puppy love?"

Obedient and sensible?

Impossible to fall in love early?

Now the person who clicked his tongue became Fu Tong: "Then what happened to Mr. Qin?"

Wen Lang felt that asking this question was unnecessary: ​​"What's wrong with Mr. Qin? The relationship between us is just a simple relationship between feeding and being fed. If you talk nonsense, I will sue you."

Fu Tong: "...Can I show some face?"

Wen Lang didn't speak, but touched his chin and smiled, thinking that it's not good to tease people face to face, you can't use emojis, otherwise it would be nice to just dump [微微微].jpg at this time.

what a shame.

So it’s better to post a few more when chatting on WeChat next time.

Having made such a decision in my heart, and looking at Fu Tong's unspeakable and aggrieved expression, His Majesty Taotie smiled in a good mood, and decided to accept it as soon as it was good, so he didn't continue to tease him, and took a step aside: " Alright, now that we're here, why don't we talk about work in a serious way, and talk about what to do with those who have something and what to do with it... Anyway, let's stop the previous topic for now, the teacher is still waiting for us upstairs, workaholic Sir, let's go."

The two went upstairs, stood on the left and right outside Song Qinghe's door and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly, and the fierce little boy just now turned into a little milk dog, and smiled at the person in front of him. The man blinked: "Teacher, don't you miss me?"

Song Qinghe has been teaching for nearly ten years, but his age is actually not that old, he just passed [-], it's just that he graduated from school early and taught early.

Fu Tong greeted him after Wen Lang, and inexplicably remembered Jiang Ruan, who also looked like Wen Rong on the surface, but after more contact with him, he felt that this person was unfathomable. It is unclear whether he is an enemy or a friend, and what plans he has.

Song Qinghe smiled: "You know I miss you, why don't you come more often? Well, don't make trouble outside, come in first."

Fu Tong came back to his senses in his voice, and after a reply, he walked in with Wen Lang.

He is Song Qinghe's favorite person. This time, he doesn't need to audition or go through some cutscenes, so it's a lot easier. Song Qinghe briefly told him about the character design and the feeling he wants, and Fu Tong also said from time to time After a few words, the two chatted back and forth. About 20 minutes later, Song Qinghe stopped talking, and then smiled at Fu Tong with a gentle look: "Fu Tong, we have a pleasant cooperation."

That's it.

Song Qinghe is a neat person, so he didn't procrastinate because he felt that Fu Tong could do it. He turned around and went to the study to get the contract. When he was not there, Wen Lang moved to Fu Tong's place: "I think you are quite talented in acting. Yes, I guessed the character's emotions quite accurately just now."

Fu Tong smiled, but didn't say anything. Wen Lang was the king when it came to understanding the emotions of characters, and a boss who could act with his eyes, said in front of him that he could figure it out accurately. It was simply too funny.

But his silence had a different meaning in Wen Lang's eyes.

Wen Lang hugged the thermos cup tightly in his arms, and said cautiously, "Are you... all right?"

Fu Tong didn't understand, so: "What?"

Wen Lang's words were more cautious: "It's just... how are you doing recently? Why do I feel that you... are not doing well?"

It's not that Wen Lang thinks too much, it's really hard not to think too much about Fu Tong's current appearance——

His face was pale, with a heavy blue color under his eyes, the casual smile he used to have before was gone, and there was an indescribable exhaustion hidden in his whole body.

Wen Lang felt that Fu Tong must have experienced something: "Do you have something on your mind?"

After speaking, seeing Fu Tong's eyes suddenly lowered, he became more certain about his thoughts just now: "Why don't you tell me? At least you can feel better if you say it."

It's rare for a brat to be so considerate. Fu Tong glanced at him, but he had other thoughts in his mind.

After thinking for a while, he lowered his eyes: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just... Lu Chuan also got me a script not long ago. The plot and the relationship between the characters are a little bit tangled. You know, I haven't acted before, so I'm a little unsure." Stay, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed when the time comes, it's quite sad."

"How big is it, how about I analyze it for you?"

What Fu Tongdeng said was his words, Wen Yan hummed, and after a few minutes of brewing in his heart, he vaguely told him the matter between him and Fu Qianyuan from the perspective of a bystander.

After hearing him finish speaking, Wen Lang was silent for a while: "You...Are you sure you want to accept this script? Isn't the plot and characters too vulgar?"

After finishing speaking, I still felt that it was not appropriate to just say vulgar, and then added: "Vulgar, unbearably vulgar."

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong forcibly resisted the urge to beat up the cub in front of him: "If I ask you to analyze it, you can analyze it. Why are you talking so much?"

Wen Lang shrugged his shoulders, and out of the idea of ​​taking care of the elderly in a special period, decided not to hate him for the time being: "What is the ending of the script?"

"...It hasn't been decided yet." Fu Tong pursed his lips and lied, "The screenwriter and director are both random players, and the ending can only be decided after the follow-up. In addition, they also want to hear my opinion, maybe... I will say the ending What is what."

Such an unreliable crew... It's a bit interesting.

Wen Lang rubbed his chin: "That's good, don't you already know the background of the plot? Come on, now put yourself into the role, think about it, if you are with that person, what is your heart?" What does it feel like?"

Fu Tong lowered his head, and after a while, his brows slowly frowned: "I always feel that there is something still there, and I don't say it on the surface, but I still care about it in my heart. Even if we are together, we can't be the same as before."

"Let's change it again. You and that person didn't end up together. Then there are two derived assumptions here. The first assumption is that you will never forget him and spend the rest of your life alone. How does it feel?"

Fu Tong frowned even deeper.

"The second assumption is that you let go of that past, and you meet another person who can spend the rest of your life with you. You have been together for many years, and then one day, because of moving or other reasons, you unintentionally dug out. After seeing the traces of that person's presence, your lover asked you who he was, but you smiled and said that it was just an old friend, it didn't matter... At this time, how do you feel?"

"..."

For a moment, my heart seemed to be poked by something, and it hurt densely.

Fu Tong forced a smile, this time he was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse for no reason: "...It's quite heartbreaking."

"Which of these endings is the most poignant?"

Fu Tong pursed his lips silently.

Wen Lang knew that he must have a choice in his heart, and he smiled: "Okay, the scenario simulation is over, this kind of plot just gets more and more entangled the more you think about it, don't think about it, why should I say it? You can come to this world for a while. It's not easy to go on a trip, it's good to have fun in time, besides..."

He tilted his head, looking like someone who has experienced it: "Isn't life the choice to find a relatively happy choice among unhappy things?"

Fu Tong's fingers trembled, and he sat there with his head bowed without saying a word. For a long time, he brushed past at the corner of his eyes as if inadvertently: "Trick me with the lines you said in filming before, can you still do it?"

Oh wow.

It turned over.

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes, not feeling panicked after being demolished at all, smiled calmly, and was about to speak when he heard Song Qinghe coming out beside him.

Seeing the teacher, Wen Lang instantly became a puppy again, sat there with a soft smile and didn't speak.

Fu Tong: Hey.

He thought in his heart that this little brat was really bad, but he was still smiling, and went to Song Qinghe to sign the contract.

When all the dust settled, the three of them stopped talking about work. After chatting about interesting topics for almost an hour, Fu Tong and Wen Lang stood up and said goodbye to the teacher. Song Qinghe originally wanted to keep them for dinner, but thinking about his own students Picky eaters picked out some shameful little problems, so they didn't stay and sent them out.

The two big monsters went downstairs one after the other as when they came, and when they arrived at the intersection, the time was still 15 minutes to twelve o'clock.

It was just time for dinner, and there were many people on the road, and most of them were students, and there were quite a few star-chasers inside, so Fu Tong and Wen Lang were recognized unexpectedly as soon as they passed by.

The car overturned completely. Fortunately, the two reacted quickly, and they chose to slip away the first time they were recognized.

After walking for two streets like this, the surroundings finally calmed down. Wen Lang glanced back and felt relieved that no one was chasing him: "It's okay, otherwise Song Li will definitely be chatting there again..."

The following words came to an abrupt end in Fu Tong's sudden tugging, and almost at the same time, the sound of sharp blades piercing the air sounded, and looking over, there were several halberds where he was standing just now, and he didn't know how to use them. With so much effort, half of it pierced into the ground.

If Fu Tong hadn't been ripped apart just now, those long halberds should have pierced through them by now.

Wen Lang frowned and looked at Fu Tong, but saw that the latter was looking at the empty alley in front of him with a sullen face. He withdrew his expression, and followed Fu Tong to look there.

And at the same time when his eyes moved over, the faint voices of people and wind around him seemed to be isolated by something, and all disappeared.

In the silence, a glaring light appeared at the end of the two people's line of sight, and then slowly, slowly, walked towards them.