Pillow people and dignitaries

Mu Zeqiao didn't know how long he had been crying. He had turned off the light in the room before, but the light in the living room was still on, and a thin and long light came in through the crack of the door.

He looked up at the living room, but from this angle he couldn't see Fu Junchi outside at all. He looked back along the light in the bedroom and landed on the suit jacket on a chair.

That was what Fu Junchi was wearing today, and the light happened to fall on a bulging pocket of the suit jacket.Just looking at the shape, it is square, small and exquisite, like a jewelry box.

He got off the bed with bare feet, squatted in front of the chair, and carefully took it out from his suit pocket. It was indeed a velvet red box.

"Snapped--"

The box was opened by Mu Zeqiao, and a platinum ring without diamonds was lying quietly inside, which belonged to the pair ring in Fu Junchi's hand.

It glistened in the ray of light that filtered into the bedroom.

Mu Zeqiao suddenly covered his mouth, and the restrained tears slid down from the corner of his eyes again.

Fu Junchi sat silently on the sofa wrapped in a bath towel, often looking towards the half-hidden bedroom.It was as if his heart was being held tightly by someone, and he couldn't swallow his breath, nor could he let it go.

Seeing Mu Zeqiao's eyes full of tears, his heart felt as if someone had hit him hard with a big stone hammer.

Knowing what Lu Cheng wrote to Mu Zeqiao this afternoon, he wished he could strangle Lu Cheng to death.

He didn't know how he was such a precious person before, how he was hurt like this now.

Fu Junchi has never been a good-tempered person. He has a cold nature because he doesn't need to care about those people, but it's not that he doesn't care about everything.

In the past six months, he watched Mu Zeqiao come step by step, he saw Mu Zeqiao gradually open his heart, and saw that the smile on his face was more than sorrow.

It's only been a few days, and Mu Zeqiao's emotional ups and downs are worse than when Fu Junchi first met him.

For the first time in so long, Fu Junchi felt his throat sore, and wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes to sit and smoke alone.

The crying in the bedroom gradually subsided. Fu Junchi took the mobile phone on the coffee table, found a few people, sent the same message, then turned off the screen and threw it on the coffee table.

He was about to get up and go to the bedroom, when Mu Zeqiao came out of the bedroom, wearing his usual shirt with one button buttoned near the neckline, the shirt was a bit too big, barely covering between his legs.

Mu Zeqiao's eyes were red, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were not yet dry. He walked to the tea table barefoot, raised his left hand hidden in his cuff, his voice was hoarse, and the corners of his lips were raised.

He frowned and said, "Does it look good?"

It was a thin hand with a crumpled Band-Aid on the tip of the index finger.

And on the ring finger, a platinum ring without diamonds was put on at some point.

It shines brightly under the light.

Fu Junchi suddenly hugged Mu Zeqiao and buried his head in Mu Zeqiao's arms.

He just hugged it without saying a word.

In fact, Fu Junchi needs to be comforted more than Mu Zeqiao. He is pushed away by his lover again and again, and rejected by his lover again and again. Whoever he is, he will feel a little disappointed.

"Brother Fu, do you remember when I was 14 years old? Once you took me to climb a mountain, because of my stubbornness, you scratched a big piece on your back? I still remember seeing the wound on your back My heart is full and astringent, and there is also an inexplicable emotion mixed in it."

"There was another time, in the storage room, when you taught Lu Cheng a lesson for me. I saw the wound on your face, and the familiar feeling came back. My heart felt like it was wrapped in the cold tide. It was very uncomfortable. , but under the discomfort, there is another emotion that I can't distinguish."

"It wasn't until just now that I was sure that it might be the heartbeat."

"Hidden in the heartache...that little bit carefully...heartbeat."

"If only I found out earlier, then I wouldn't let Brother Fu wait so long."

Mu Zeqiao rubbed Fu Junchi's hair, "Brother Fu, you haven't told me if it looks good or not?"

Fu Junchi hugged Mu Zeqiao on his lap, took Mu Zeqiao's hand, put it to his lips and kissed the cold ring, "It looks good."

Following his example, Muzeqiao took his left hand, lowered his head and touched it with his lips, the ring he had worn for several years.

"Brother Fu, do you know? Meeting you is my rebirth."

This sentence, according to the literal meaning, is easy to understand, so Fu Junchi didn't think about it deeply.

But Mu Zeqiao knew the deep meaning in these words.

He woke up one day at the age of 23, and his life was still depressed until he met Fu Junchi.

Meet the man who has been secretly holding an umbrella for him behind his back.

He supervised him to quit smoking, taught him how to practice acting, accompanied him to morning jogs every day, and went to face his parents with him...

He is doing so well, how can he not love him?

"Silly Brother Fu."

Mu Zeqiao hugged Fu Junchi's neck, leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

"Sorry for worrying you for so long, I won't do it in the future."

Fu Junchi raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Mu Zeqiao's eyes. His movements were very gentle, as if he was touching a priceless treasure.

He leaned over and gently blew the corners of Mu Zeqiao's eyes, causing Mu Zeqiao to keep blinking.

The bath towel around Fu Junchi's waist was torn off by Mu Zeqiao and fell on the floor.

He sat on Fu Junchi, lowered his head and kissed Fu Junchi.

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The hand that was clasped underneath had a crumpled Band-Aid wrapped around the tip of the index finger.

But on their ring fingers, they all wore a diamond-free platinum ring with a diamond hidden inside the ring.

At night, the two attached rings shone brightly.

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