President, he doesn't think I'm a stand-in

Fu Baisheng was afraid that his wife would misunderstand him, so he hurriedly clarified: "No, that's not what I meant! How could I be willing to let you do it yourself?"

Su Jingyan: "So?"

"If you are really angry, hit me." Fu Boyan coaxed him nicely, "If you hit me, I will never move, and just stand where I am and let you vent your anger."

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that if Su Jingyan had a crush on someone who still looked very similar to him, then he would definitely go crazy, and he didn't know what would happen.

So now, as long as his sweetheart doesn't leave him, no matter whether he wants to beat him or scold him, he will be happy with it.

"You—" Su Jingyan was at a loss for words for a moment, is this the logic and thinking of the damned straight man in the legend?

He took a long breath and brought the topic back: "I won't bother with you, I'll ask you now, what's his name?"

Fu Boyan hesitated and said, "His name is..."

Su Jingyan waited patiently, but she couldn't wait for the answer.

"Is this question so difficult to answer?" He was so angry that he wanted to kick someone, when an incredible thought suddenly appeared in his mind, "Fu Boyan, you haven't forgotten his name, have you?"

Fu Baiyan: "..."

"You're awesome, you're really awesome!" Su Jingyan couldn't laugh or cry, "I even forgot my name, how dare you find a bloody substitute!"

"I haven't forgotten!" Mr. Fu said stiffly, "Obviously I remember—"

Su Jingyan: "What about the basement, let me see your precious basement?"

The basement that Mr. Fu regards as a treasure must be related to that mysterious Bai Yueguang.

After a brief silence, Fu Boyan seemed to have made up his mind, "I let you watch it, but you can't laugh at me after watching it."

Su Jingyan raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, and promised, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

But when he stood at the door of the basement, Mr. Fu hesitated again.

"Do you really want to see it?" Fu Boyan held the key in his hand, with a complex expression on his face like a palette.

"Don't talk nonsense to me." Su Jingyan gave him a blank look, and simply snatched the key from his hand and inserted it into the keyhole.

With a "click", the door opened.

At this moment, Su Jingyan heard her heart "thumping" against her chest, and even her breathing became a little short unconsciously.

But he only paused for a second before pushing the door open without hesitation.

The answer he wanted was behind this door, whether it was what he wanted or not, he asked for it clearly.

The moment the lights came on, a huge watercolor portrait of a figure hanging on the wall slammed into his eyes.

A young man with a beautiful appearance, his eyes are like autumn waters with affection, his eyebrows are like distant mountains with daisies, and there is a smile on his lips that seems to be a smile, and the surrounding flowers are not overwhelming at all, but against the background, the young man is even more colorful and incomparable.

The whole painting is bold, thick and colorful, even if Su Jingyan doesn't know how to paint, she can read extremely warm emotions from it.

Each stroke clamors to convey the same message: the painter's love for the person in the painting.

"It's really similar..." He was inevitably a little lost, and he could hardly take his eyes off the painting.

Fu Baiyan put his fist against his lower lip, and said unnaturally: "Ahem, I drew it several years ago, but it's actually not very interesting..."

Su Jingyan came back to her senses, and her eyes fell aside.

Seeing this, he couldn't help holding his breath.

The entire basement, the walls and the floor are all paintings, and the protagonists in the paintings are all the same person without exception.

Side faces, back views, smiling, frowning, expressionless, high-spirited, all kinds of moods are vivid, but there are almost no frontal faces, and the background is always the same street.

Su Jingyan knew this street, it was his way home after walking for three years in high school.

"At that time, I encountered some, some bad things, and I could only vent my emotions by drawing pictures." Fu Boyan's fists were tightened more and more, and there was obvious tension and anxiety in his voice, "Jing Yan , I keep these paintings for no other purpose—”

"Are you following him?" Su Jingyan said unexpectedly, "The angles of these paintings seem to be peeping."

Fu Boyan immediately denied it: "I didn't!"

Su Jingyan turned to look at him with burning eyes.

"You promised me not to laugh at me." Fu Boyan was immediately discouraged again, "I admit it...but don't get me wrong, I'm really not a pervert!"

Su Jingyan: "? Isn't this abnormal?"

"Back then, I just didn't think about how to get close to him, and I didn't dare to go up to disturb him rashly, so I followed him for a while..." Fu Boyan argued weakly.

He also didn't expect that stalking would be addictive.

It seemed that as long as that person appeared in his field of vision, the raging beast in his heart would be calmed down, and the tide that was about to swallow him would temporarily recede, allowing him to take a short breath.

Su Jingyan turned her gaze back to the painting again, her voice a little dry, "You...then how did you know each other?"

In his memory, the first time he and Mr. Fu met was the day of their blind date.Little did he realize that he had been watched so eagerly.

Fu Boyan quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and pointed to a painting.

Su Jingyan followed her slender fingers to look at the young man in blue and white school uniform standing on the podium in high spirits.

He quickly retrieved this scene from his memory.

That time should be the celebration of the attached high school, he was the No.1 of the whole school to speak on stage on behalf of the students, and by the way, cheered up the seniors and sisters in the third year of high school.

"That day, I was invited back to my alma mater to attend the celebration of the attached high school." Fu Boyan seemed to be trapped in a long memory. "As a student representative, he came to speak on stage."

A handsome and upright young man, dressed in a simple blue and white school uniform that is more expensive and elegant than brand-name customization.When walking, he raised his chin slightly, and walked gracefully and calmly, like a proud young poplar stretching in the wind. Before he reached the podium, extremely enthusiastic applause erupted in the auditorium.

As a high school student, he looks too good-looking, and his whole person is full of vigorous vitality.

There was a ripple in Fu Boyan's lifeless gaze, and he sat up straight involuntarily, staring at the young man on the podium.

The young man's voice was clear and bright, the immature voice carried a little water vapor, and the speed of his speech was not rushed, and every word was transmitted through the microphone, which was exceptionally clear and pleasant, which actually relieved his throbbing nerves.

"...The above is the official speech written according to the director's request." The young man paused slightly, his voice smiling, "Next, I still have a few words to say."

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" There was a corresponding howl from the audience.

"The reason why we fall is to learn how to stand up." The young man's eyes were firm and his tone was calm, but there was a strange force in it. "One failure, of course, cannot determine our future. If you don't want to fall into the quagmire of suffering If you can’t extricate yourself, then find a way to overthrow it.”

"When we go to this world, we all come naked, but when we leave, I want to leave something different. What about you?"

The bright and bright sunlight filled the podium, but it was far less dazzling than the teenagers on the stage.

At that moment, Fu Boyan, who was sitting under the stage looking up at the young man, thought to himself that finally a ray of light shone into his abyss.

"I love you, Su Jingyan, I'm sure, I can tell the difference." Fu Baiyan took a step forward and hugged his silent lover behind him, "I'm sorry I didn't meet you sooner. But I can't deny that he It once gave me hope."

It was the light he had looked up to in the abyss, the unreachable sun in his heart, which bore his long pain and accompanied him through the most difficult time.

He couldn't deny the existence of that person, but he was even more determined. The lively and lovely person in front of him was the one he wanted to spend his life with.

"I..." The eyelashes like crow feathers fluttered up and down slowly, Su Jingyan suppressed the throbbing in her heart, but her voice unconsciously became hoarse, "Then you never thought about walking in front of him in an open and honest manner..."

"I don't dare." Fu Boyan tightened his embrace, and cautiously kissed on the top of the fluffy hair, trying to liven up the atmosphere, "Besides, if what happened to me and him then, how would I have met you?"

Hearing this, Su Jingyan smiled lightly.

Sure enough, there was no unexpected encounter, everything was premeditated.

Su Jingyan turned around and faced the man face to face, "You really don't remember, what's his name?"

Fu Baiyan shook his head, and the desire to survive went online after a long time, "If you don't like it, I will find someone to dispose of these paintings."

The one he loves is being held firmly in his hands, and he sleeps peacefully every night while holding him, and it's time to make a break with the past.

"Hey don't!" Su Jingyan stopped subconsciously, "No! Keep it, it's a pity that these paintings are ruined!"

Fu Boyan frowned, with a hesitant look on his face, "You, you don't mind?"

Su Jingyan showed a smile, "I don't mind, really. Keep it, the drawing is very beautiful!"

Fu Boyan:?

Professor Su ushered in the best mood during this period. At the same time, the expression on Mr. Fu's face became more and more serious.

Finally, Fu Boyan couldn't bear to call his omnipotent secretary, "Secretary Jin, let me ask you, if you drew a lot of pictures for your ex, and your incumbent found out, but he asked you to keep those pictures ,why is that?"

Secretary Jin: "It's such a boss, I won't let my incumbent discover any clues about my ex."

Fu Boyan: ...

"I'm asking you a question, not asking you to show off to me how careful you are."

"I'm sorry boss, I think it's bad." Secretary Jin quickly apologized and said solemnly, "Now to answer your question, there are generally two reasons for this situation. The first is that the incumbent has enough self-confidence, and the second is The incumbent doesn’t care at all.”

Fu Baiyan's expression changed again, "You don't care about anything at all?"

"This..." Secretary Jin couldn't speak too clearly, "I suggest you ask Young Master Su yourself, I dare not guess what Young Master Su means."

"Who told you it was Young Master Su?" Boss Fu wanted to cover up and denied, "A friend of mine asked me to ask."

Secretary Jin boldly replied: "Then please tell Mr. Fu to your friend, and I will silently pray for him."

Fu Boyan: ...

"Who are you calling?" While speaking, Su Jingyan came out of the bathroom and asked casually while wiping her hair.

"No one." Fu Boyan immediately hung up the phone.

Su Jingyan curled her lips, but she was in such a good mood that she didn't ask any further questions, and continued humming a strange tune.

Fu Boyan stared at him for a long while, then asked abruptly, "You really don't mind those paintings being left in the basement?"

"I don't mind." Su Jingyan was a little surprised, "Haven't we discussed this issue before?"

Fu Boyan's gaze followed him, "But I haven't painted it for you, aren't you angry?"

"I said, Boss Fu, do you really want to see me make trouble for no reason and tear up all your paintings?" Su Jingyan looked disgusted, "If you are really in a hurry, go and loosen the soil in the garden."

Fu Baiyan pursed his thin lips, and the werewolf turned on the self-destruct mode: "I remembered his name."

"Huh?" Su Jingyan paused, "What's your name?"

Fu Baiyan's eyes were deep, and his tone was low and deep: "His name is Susu."

Su Jingyan frowned: "Susu?"

This person has forgotten everything, but what he remembers is his nickname that he hasn't used for a long time?

"Yes." Fu Baiyan watched his wife's expression closely, and continued to die, "What do you think of this name?"

Su Jingyan and him looked at each other, walked quickly to the table, picked up the phone and opened WeChat, "Look at my WeChat name."

"Su Xihe?" Fu Baiyan read out thoughtfully, and suddenly his eyebrows jumped, "Wait—"

Su Jingyan breathed a sigh of relief, she finally realized it now, it was really not easy!

Professor Su looked at his silly husband with encouraging eyes, "What did you find?"

Mr. Fu suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have changed your name, sweetheart!"

Su Jingyan: "... Get lost!"