Become the white moonlight of the attack

The sky is gradually dimming, and the neon lights on both sides of the road are shining too much, as if telling people that the nightlife is about to begin, inviting everyone to vent and indulge.

Compared with the noisy environment outside the car, the inside of the car was eerily quiet, except for the breathing of the three people, there was also Feng Wenke's occasional murmur.

Feng Wenke's home is not far from the bar, and it is also very close to Fu Shixin's home.

Starting from the bar, passing through two bus stops, and turning north, we arrived at Feng Wenke's home.

The smell of alcohol in the car was so strong that people didn't dare to take a big breath, so Jiang Zhuo found a temporary parking space under a street light in the community.

He loosened his seat belt, turned to look at the drunk and unconscious guy behind the car, and decided to call Secretary Li.

The call got through, and Secretary Li quickly picked it up. Secretary Li's always quiet voice made Jiang Zhuo feel a little guilty.

"It's me, Feng Wenke is drunk, where are you now?"

"I'm at his house."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Jiang Zhuo hung up the phone and didn't speak again. He was debating how to explain to Secretary Li, or not saying anything.

I don't know if he knows about Zhao Ran.

Jiang Zhuo helped his forehead, his eyes covered by glasses under his broken hair looked exhausted, he stayed for a while, and got out of the car.

He wanted to pull Feng Wenke out of the car, but was stopped by Fu Shixin, "Let me do it."

At this time, Fu Shixin had lost his usual cynicism, and those deep eyes were extremely dazzling under the dim street lights, just like the starry sky above his head.

Fu Shixin took Feng Wenke's arm from Jiang Zhuo's hand, and lifted it to his shoulders in two or three strokes. Jiang Zhuo looked at the height difference between him and Fu Shixin, and had to sigh in his heart. He couldn't accept the gap.

He looked at Fu Shixin and said sincerely, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Fu Shixin paused slightly, but finally said nothing.

Feng Wenke lived on the 20th floor, and Jiang Zhuo followed Fu Shixin all the way, helping to support Feng Wenke.

When the elevator reached the 20th floor, Secretary Li's anxious expression came into Jiang Zhuo's eyes.

Jiang Zhuo was slightly taken aback when he saw him. Except for the first time he was intern, it was the first time he saw Secretary Li look at a loss.

"How is he?"

Jiang Zhuo didn't answer his question immediately, but glanced at the door.

"Why don't you go in and wait?"

Secretary Li suddenly lowered his head, held onto Feng Wenke's clothes with both hands, clenched them slightly, and explained a little uncomfortably: "I don't have the key to his house."

Jiang Zhuo subconsciously looked at Fu Shixin, and happened to meet his eyes, the two of them didn't say anything, they avoided looking at each other.

Jiang Zhuo only sighed when he recalled the scene of Feng Wenke crying.

He found the key from Feng Wenke and handed it to Secretary Li, "Li Jue, if you want something, you must say it, do you understand?"

Secretary Li nodded half-understanding, picked up the key and opened the door.

Fu Shixin carried Feng Wenke to the bed, Jiang Zhuo told Secretary Li a few words, and left with Fu Shixin.

"How long have you known Feng Wenke?" Fu Shixin's clear voice came to his ears in the elevator.

Just like him, he is sunny and energetic.

Jiang Zhuo glanced at his figure reflected in the elevator, with a slender figure and exquisite face, the person beside him was undoubtedly one of the best in terms of appearance, talent, and family background.

But such an excellent him, why did he have to be entangled with him.

The reappearance of Zhao Ran and Feng Wenke's drunkenness put Jiang Zhuo in a predicament. Facing Cai Fu Shixin's question just now, he said slowly, "22 years."

His voice was a little tired, which made Fu Shixin frowned.

In 22 years, Fu Shixin silently repeated in his heart that Feng Wenke had occupied him for so many years.

The elevator reached the first floor, Jiang Zhuo looked at the car under the streetlight, and his peripheral vision fell on it, making him feel a little more lonely.

Jiang Zhuo stepped forward slowly, and his slender, white fingers stopped the moment they touched the doorknob.

"Can you walk with me?"

He didn't know why he took the initiative to invite him abruptly, he only knew that he needed someone to accompany him, even if he didn't speak.

Fu Shixin, who was standing behind him, looked at his lonely back, and said solemnly, "Okay."

Jiang Zhuo drove Fu Shixin to the nearest park.

The park is open, and there is a large square outside the park, where many elderly grandparents walk and dance in the square.

When he came to Feng Wenke's house, he often took him for a walk at night.

Jiang Zhuo got out of the car and walked towards the park with ease, and sat down on a secluded stone bench.

Fu Shixin stood beside him, observing the surroundings. This place was a little far away from the trouble, but he could still hear the noisy voices outside.

Jiang Zhuo sat under a big tree, and the reflection of the big tree wrapped the stone bench and buried his figure.

"I have known Feng Wenke for 22 years, and he and Zhao Ran have been entangled for 14 years. Two years ago, we all thought that their relationship was finally over, but we didn't think he would really have the courage to come back."

Jiang Zhuo's voice was much more depressed than before, with countless sadness and even a hint of anger under the light tone.

Fu Shixin watched him hesitate to speak, walked to his side lightly, sat down side by side with him but did not speak.

He had investigated Jiang Zhuo, and a major event happened two years ago, Grandma Jiang Zhuo passed away.

He slightly folded his hands on his lap. Does Grandma Jiang Zhuo's death have something to do with Zhao Ran?

He moved his lips slightly to ask something, but swallowed again.

He wants to talk about it later.

Fu Shixin sat quietly with Jiang Zhuo all the time, and this silent company gradually warmed his icy heart.

The night was as cold as water, not to mention it was five or six degrees below zero.

Jiang Zhuo moved his already frozen hands, raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Shixin who was wearing only a thin suit beside him, only then remembered that Feng Wenke had vomited his coat dirty and left it in his car.

He spoke slowly, perhaps his voice was hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"I will send you back."

Fu Shixin did not refuse, and silently followed him out of the park.

The square outside the park is still a bustling scene, the grandpa and aunt are still dancing the square dance ecstatically, and the young couples who are younger than them are holding hands and cuddling each other, you and me.

Fu Shixin stopped and looked at Jiang Zhuo who was walking away, and for the first time he had doubts about himself.

Did he come too late? If he had found him earlier and expressed his heart to him earlier, would they have another ending.

The matter of Feng Wenke and Zhao Ran will definitely leave an indelible shadow in Jiang Zhuo's heart. If Zhao Ran is related to his grandma's death...

Fu Shixin didn't dare to think about it, would Jiang Zhuo see through the red dust and obliterate love?

Perhaps Fu Shixin stayed for too long, Jiang Zhuo turned to look at him, saw him standing a few meters away, and deliberately stopped to wait.

Fu Shixin was flattered and strode to keep up.

Jiang Zhuo's car slowly stopped at the gate of Fu Shixin's community, but Fu Shixin said, "Take me downstairs."

Jiang Zhuo looked at him a little tired, and nodded in response.

This was his third visit here, and compared to the previous two drunken memories, this time was the most real.

The car was parked downstairs, and Fu Shixin got out of the car without saying a word.

Jiang Zhuo, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was about to start the car and return, but Fu Shixin opened the driver's door.

"you……"

Before he could respond, he was hugged by Fu Shixin.

Facing the intruding embrace, Jiang Zhuo was caught off guard.

The clothes of the two were somewhat stained with the smell of alcohol, which made Jiang Zhuo dizzy after smelling it.

"Stay here tonight, okay?"

Is this an invitation to him?

Jiang Zhuo's inexplicable anger forced him to push Fu Shixin away.

"No need." Jiang Zhuo said with a cold face.

Fu Shixin knew that he had misunderstood what he meant, so he took his hand again but was dodged by Jiang Zhuo.

He looked at the empty palm, still smiled and said patiently: "It's very late, this place is too far from your home, I don't worry about you, you stay here tonight, I promise I won't touch you."

What Fu Shixin assured him was like a crocodile hugging a rabbit and crying that he didn't eat meat.

It's just that before he could refuse, he was carried away from the car by the princess. There is really such a big difference in strength between men.

Jiang Zhuo, who was being held by Fu Shixin, no matter how he struggled to break free, he was still held by him to the door in the end.

"If you don't obey me again, I'll kiss you?" Fu Shixin who was standing at the door said suddenly, Jiang Zhuo really didn't dare to move anymore, and stared at him with vigilant eyes.

Fu Shixin smiled bitterly. After all, they both had two nightlife experiences. How could he reject him to such an extent.

"Open the lock and enter the password."

Jiang Zhuo glanced at the combination lock on the door, hesitantly wanted to refuse, but he heard him say, "The four-digit password is your birthday."

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

At 1118, the door was opened.

Jiang Zhuo leaned into Fu Shixin's arms very unnaturally, and when Fu Shixin stepped into the door, he motioned for him to let him down, "I'll stay, you let me down."

Fu Shixin smiled in satisfaction, and kissed Jiang Zhuo on the lips while he was not paying attention.

Jiang Zhuo was like a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered, his whole body was guarded.

Fu Shixin was not teasing him, and wanted to hold his hand, but he avoided it.

"Come on, I'll take you to the guest room."

There is a full set of bedding in the guest room, but his house rarely comes, and these things are put in the closet.

Fu Shixin brought Jiang Zhuo to the guest room, and he pulled up a wooden chair in front of the table to motion him to sit down.

He walked to the wardrobe alone, took out the clean bedding, sheets, and pillows in order, and spread them in front of Jiang Zhuo.

Fu Shixin's movements were very skillful, which made Jiang Zhuo admire him, especially the bed he made was neat and wrinkle-free like a hotel.

He remembered that every time he got up and escaped, he would find that his place was neat and clean. He thought it was the result of the cleaners. This time, it seemed that he was not as useless as he imagined.

Seeing that he was wearing the thin suit, Jiang Zhuo hesitated for a moment, got up and said, "Can you use the kitchen? Is there any ginger?"