he only loves my money

Chen Fu saw his father.

For a long time, he didn't call out "Dad."

In the dream he should be 14 years old.

That time when he was in the second year of junior high school, he could hear the alarm clock ringing and couldn't get up.There was the sound of frying and roasting meat in the kitchen, and there was a sting, and there was a faint smell of fragrance.

He had a runny nose for a few days before, but he didn't let the man find out, lest he ask again.I secretly bought cold medicine and took it, but who knew it might be wrong, I couldn't get out of bed at all that day.

"It's time to eat." The door opened, and he heard someone calling himself.

Chen Fu wanted to speak, but his throat was stuck with glue and he couldn't speak.

The man approached and touched him lightly, "Get up, son."

After that, Chen Fu could no longer hear the sound.

Later, Chen Fu knew that he had been carried to the hospital and had an injection, and it was dusk when he woke up.He was so hungry that the man's tall figure stood in front of the bed, changing the towel on his forehead from time to time.

"Father." Chen Fu touched his lips and made a sound, and tears followed.

He wouldn't call them that when he was awake, absolutely not, they looked at each other like two opposing mountains, unless the mountains collapsed, the universe collapsed, and the end came, they would always be opposed to each other, and they would never be able to speak out.

His chest seemed to be pressed by something, and he couldn't lift his hand. When he reached out to touch it, it was fluffy. Chen Fu suddenly woke up, only to realize that it was just a dream.No father, nothing, he was lying in Guan Yu's apartment, sleeping with the hammer in his hand, and Guan Yu's peaceful sleeping face next to him.

As if hearing the movement, Guan Yu pulled the quilt upwards and wrapped it tightly around Chen Fu again.

crushed.

Chen Fu looked at the two layers of thick quilt and one layer of blanket on his body, and his closed arms. He was so hot that his throat was on fire, and the tears at the corners of his eyes were about to dry. He quietly looked at the bird-shaped desk lamp until he heard Guan Yu Yu speaks.

"Tossing to death." Guan Yu woke up in the morning with a hoarse voice, with some tenderness, "I told you to pay attention to yourself, so as not to trouble others."

It may be the feeling of fragility brought about by the illness. At this time, Chen Fu actually felt a little bit guilty. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry, I won't be able to do so in the future. Also, thank you for taking care of me."

Guan Yu's hand touched his forehead, stuck it for a while, and then pulled it back with a little embarrassment.

"It's not hot anymore." Guan Yu got up and said.

Guan Yu was wearing home clothes, and his masculinity was obvious. Chen Fu glanced subconsciously, Guan Yu looked at him, and the two of them looked at each other, both a little embarrassed.Guan Yu hurriedly got out of bed and walked away, asking him, "What do you eat? Let's forget about porridge." There was basically no room for Chen Fu to raise opinions.

But Chen Fu thought in his heart...

There is nothing wrong with the gold master's body, but why is he different from other people?

Chen Fu didn't want to go to the hospital. After looking at the community clinic, it was a simple cold caused by low immunity, and his throat was a little inflamed. He prescribed some medicine and went home to take it.As soon as he got home, he wanted to turn on the computer, but Guan Yu stopped him, saying that he couldn't stare at the screen because he was sick, and insisted that he go back to lie down, and then get up and move around properly.

Chen Fu could only secretly look at his mobile phone, and found that Mr. Song had called him and was answered. Thinking back to the night before... he felt bad, and hurried back to the past.

Song Liyi's attitude on the other side of the phone was a little cold, saying that he should take a good rest when he was sick. When Chen Fu heard this, he knew that he was angry again, and it seemed that he couldn't be coaxed for a while.

He held back all morning, swaying back and forth in front of Guan Yu, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Song called last night, did you answer?"

Guan Yu was chatting with the artist I contacted yesterday, without moving his eyes from the tablet, he said casually, "What's wrong with the connection?"

Chen Fu: "Then... did he say anything?"

Guan Yu: "In addition to asking you to hand in your paper, oh yes." He temporarily put down the tablet and said, "He also said that He Xiaoxiao missed you, why don't you go and see him?"

"..." Chen Fu was puzzled for a while, it didn't seem like what Song Liyi would say at all.

"I should go back." Chen Fu said, "I want to go back to the dormitory to pick up a few books, or today...?"

Looking at Guan Yu's face, he obviously didn't intend to agree to this matter.Sure enough, Guan Yu said in the next second: "If you are sick, stay at home honestly."

So silence again.

After a while, Guan Yu raised his head again and asked, "Are you living in the school dormitory?"

Chen Fu: "Yes."

Guan Yu: "Your school isn't a mixed school, is it?"

Chen Fu smiled: "How could such a good thing happen!"

Seeing Guan Yu's serious face, he didn't seem to be joking at all, Chen Fu's smile froze on his face, he coughed, and said solemnly: "No, our school is still very serious."

Guan Yu heaved a sigh of relief, and finally turned his attention back to the painter who contacted him.

He introduced that he wanted to recruit an original artist for the independent game design team, and hoped to have an interview. The same message was sent to the three people he liked. At this time, the first one whose ID was "晚火" replied.

Lihuo: Guan Boss?

a7964643: ... Du Feng?

Teng Huo: It's me. It's nice to see you here. No need to talk. Goodbye.

Guan Yu was heartbroken for a while, and soon, Thuo replied again.

Tenghuo: By the way, I would like to remind you in advance that id Sikong Jiehuo and Fengfenghuohuofengfeng are all me, although I don't know if you can send them a message, just in case, thank you.

a7964643: ……………… I think this proves that there is a fate between us.

The three people Guan Yu sent private messages to were indeed Du Feng's vests.

Then Du Feng ignored him.

Taking a deep breath, Guan Yu supported his forehead, feeling that he had messed up something for the first time in his life.Maybe he slacked off after returning to China. How, how could he make such a low-level mistake?This was something that would never have happened in the past, and he should have denied it just now...

Chen Fu at the side saw that he was a little annoyed, and asked, "What's the matter, Brother Yu?"

Guan Yu looked at him, and said after a long time: "Go to a place with me tomorrow, and I will send you back to school after the matter is settled."

Chen Fu: "Okay."

For this meeting again, Du Feng himself refused.But Liu Ouyuan personally looked for him, and he had to show face, so he showed up at the coffee shop near the company on time.

There was a young man sitting next to Guan Yu, wrapped up tightly and wearing a disposable mask. He hadn't seen him the other day. Du Feng walked over, thinking that he had found a new lobbyist?

"Morning." Guan Yu greeted, and glanced at his dark circles, "Did you work overtime yesterday?"

Du Feng: "Working overtime is normal, not working overtime is abnormal."

Guan Yu: "His name is Chen Fu, and he is your fan."

Chen Fu pulled off his mask, exposed his face, stood up and bent over to shake hands, "Hello, are you the real person? I'm so young, I finally saw you in real life, and I really like your paintings. But I have a cold now, I can only wear a mask, I am very sorry."

Du Feng was taken aback by the sudden fans. Of course, he didn't believe it, so he shook hands with him casually while sitting in his seat, and said thank you.

Chen Fu took back the mask again and said, "Are you still drawing? Why don't you post new works? I see that your Weibo hasn't been updated for several months. Every update is forwarded..."

Du Feng squinted his eyes, looked at Chen Fu, and asked, "Are you also a painter?"

Chen Fu shook his head: "No, I study philosophy."

Du Feng glanced at his attire, "A rich man."

Chen Fu: "Ordinary families can only learn philosophy when they can't think about it for a while."

Only then did Du Feng answer his question: "I've been drawing all the time, but I can't post it on the Internet during the confidentiality period...Recently, "Apocalypse" seems to be coming soon, and "Mountain and Sea Killing" are all made by our studio Yes, you can take a look if you are interested.”

Chen Fu: "I know. I recently paid attention to your designer. His name seems to be Xie Chu. He posted the design manuscript of the Siren King in "Legend of the Siren". I really like it."

Guan Yu brought Chen Fu here because of Du Feng, and because he wanted to see how he persuaded Du Feng to resign. He didn't expect to praise his colleague right now.Sitting in the seat, Guan Yu watched Du Feng's reaction calmly, surprised, the young man was surprisingly calm.

"Ah, "Legend of the Sea Monster" has a poor reputation except for its art. At that time, the boss was really short of money." When he couldn't say any more, Du Feng took the initiative to change the subject, chatting with Chen Fu over and over again.

Guan Yu was drinking coffee next to him, occasionally saying a few words, time passed quickly, an hour later, Du Feng took out his mobile phone and said to Chen Fu, "What is your Weibo ID, I follow you."

Guan Yu thought it was not good.

What "I'm your fan" was what Chen Fu told him when he was driving in the morning. Originally, this kind of polite words should not be taken seriously, but I didn't expect Du Feng to be such a real person.

Even if Chen Fu paid attention now, it was too late, there were too many lies and mistakes.

He coughed and looked at Chen Fu meaningfully.

I saw Chen Fu picked up the phone and said, "I always change the ID, I can't remember, let me see. Oh, it's called 'It's Chen Fu', it used to be 'Chen Ye 626', don't you remember?"

Upon hearing this, Du Feng said, "I seem to have a little impression. Have you ever picked on me?"

Chen Fu: "Isn't that ignorant before, and wanted to enter the industry, but now I know that I am not that kind of material, so I gave up."

Du Feng searched Chen Fu's Weibo, clicked Follow, and saw that the status changed to Mutual Follow, he found a Weibo posted two years ago according to his memory.It was an original game painting, and there were only ten comments below, and the first one was "It's Chen Fu." He commented, "The painting is too messy and I can't understand it." Du Feng also replied below, " Vertigo may be caused by optic atrophy, early treatment and early recovery."

But later, Chen Fu didn't unfollow him, and commented on Weibo every now and then. At that time, Du Feng didn't care, so he treated him as an ordinary black fan. Few people commented on his Weibo. impressive.

Chen Fu took the opportunity to hand over his WeChat QR code, "God, please add another WeChat?"

Du Feng was feeling guilty for suspecting that Chen Fu had made up nonsense to deceive him just now. At this time, he looked warily at Guan Yu who was sitting next to him. After thinking about it, he added it.

"I'll go up first." He got up to say goodbye, took out a hundred from his wallet, put it on the table, and walked away.

"Okay." Guan Yu glanced at Chen Fu who was holding the phone, and commented, "Are you really his fan?"

Chen Fu turned his head to look at Guan Yu, raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a bit of cunning in his smile, he asked back, "What do you think?"

Guan Yu seldom saw him smile like this, and it was only now that he realized that he still had such a sunny side, but he was only studying philosophy on weekdays, and he seemed bitter and hated.

And at this moment, he finally realized that Chen Fu was also a living person, far more complicated than he imagined.

Guan Yu was distracted for a moment before asking: "What if I guess right?"