Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Lu Wanghe dried his hair and walked slowly towards Fu Jingmo's room.

The bedroom door at the end of the corridor was ajar, revealing a cold white light, and the faint sound of water.

"Fu Jingmo, may I come in?"

The sound of the water stopped for a moment, and the young man's voice was full of laziness unique to the middle of the night.

"Ah."

Lu Wanghe pushed open the bedroom door.

After living at home for so long, he has never entered Fu Jingmo's bedroom.

Because he vaguely remembered that on the first day he first arrived, his aunt at home had reminded him that he was not allowed to enter Fu Jingmo's room casually, so even if the relationship was confirmed later, Fu Jingmo didn't mention it, so naturally he didn't enter casually.

The door is pushed open, and the eyes are in a cold dark gray, almost without any decorations, the dark curtains are drawn tightly, and only one side of the pale light is dazzling, but it is so oppressive that it makes people breathless , like a luxuriously decorated cage.

Lu Wanghe paused, his eyes glanced over the snow-white walls, dark gray curtains, and sofa inch by inch, and walked slowly towards the inner side.

Turning around the corner of the bathroom, there is a whole row of bookshelves. There are books from business to psychology. Although they are neatly arranged, they are not very new. I think Fu Jingmo should often read books when he is resting.

He picked up a psychology book at random and flipped through a few pages. His eyes shifted a few degrees, but he saw that there were several photo albums on the hanger closest to the bed.

"Fu Jingmo?"

The bathroom door opened with a "squeak", bringing out a few wisps of hot and humid water vapor, followed by a slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

"What's the matter, Hehe?"

Lu Wanghe stared at the cover of the album, it was a still photo of the first movie he shot before time travel.

Complicated emotions flashed across his dark eyes, and he asked slowly.

"Can I open the photo album on your bookshelf?"

Is this... all about him?

Fu Jingmo's answer was much calmer and more straightforward than he expected.

"of course can."

The photo album opens.

[This is the first time someone knew that my mother had cancer and was willing to send me flowers. 】

The accompanying picture is a sketch, which is the scene when the two of them first met on the bus when they were students.

At that time, Fu Jingmo probably didn't realize that he wanted to take pictures as a souvenir, so he could only draw them with sketches from memory.

The technique of painting is much better than him.

【I know his name is Lu Songyu. He is good at high jump. I signed up as a volunteer for the high jump competition in this sports meeting. He said "thank you" to me, but he didn't recognize me. 】

It's still a sketch. In the picture, the person jumping over the crossbar is wearing the most common blue and white school uniform, but his facial features are full of spirits, revealing the unique bright vigor of high school students.

[I'm leaving this school... Lu Songyu wants to be an actor, maybe I can start an entertainment media company. 】

There are large blank photo albums with only comments like Fu Jingmo's diary.

[He really entered the Chinese opera. 】

[He has never been in love. 】

……

[He is about to graduate and has joined the crew of a major director. I want to sign him to my company. 】

[Now there are many people on the Internet who like him... What about him? 】

[I really like the drama he made. 】

[He said in the interview that he likes golden retrievers, he wants to stop filming in the future and just keep dogs at home... I like it too. 】

……

[He won the Best Actor in Cannes. 】

The photo album reached the last page, and a large piece at the back seemed to be torn off uncontrollably, and even the fracture was rough.

Because as Lu Songyu, on the night he won the Best Actor Award in Cannes, on the way back to the hotel, he ran into a big truck that got out of control and died in an accident.

Fu Jingmo, on the other hand, is not even qualified to come to his mourning hall to pay homage.

Lu Wanghe's fingers gripping the edge of the album tightened little by little, the fingertips were almost so hard that they turned pale blue.

It was like a dense fog, sticky and damp, completely enveloped his heart inside, and he was so sad that he could hardly breathe.

There was a warm patch on his back suddenly, and the familiar refreshing scent of shower gel mixed with the cold scent of the young man slowly wrapped him up.

Slender hands naturally wrapped around his waist, holding him into his arms from behind.

"Hehe, what are you looking at?"

The low and hoarse voice brought Lu Wanghe back to his senses, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw that his hand holding the photo album was wrapped in Fu Jingmo's palm.

The scorching body temperature of the other party just after taking a hot bath was continuously transmitted to the back of his hand through the close skin, and the heat was ironed to the heart along the meridian.

Dispelled some of the dense fog that surrounded his mind.

Fu Jingmo's shoulders are very broad, and he is not as thin as he usually looks when he wears a suit. When he is hugged like this, it is inexplicably reassuring.

"...I was looking at your photo album." Lu Wanghe turned his face to look at Fu Jingmo's handsome eyebrows, his eyes lingering in the dim and flickering light of the youth's light-colored phoenix eyes, "I only read one...you came here. "

The photo album is still on the last page, and the torn fracture of the transparent paper of the photo album seems to be a thing of yesterday.

Lu Wanghe stretched out his hand, gently stroking it with his fingertips.

But he didn't mention it before.

"Let's buy a new photo album and start recording from now on... Your sketches are pretty good, and we can make up for what you missed before. What do you think?"

Fu Jingmo stared at him for a few moments, then lowered his head and kissed Lu Wanghe's forehead.

"Okay...but actually, look at the innermost photo album, I've already recorded some, since the two of us were together."

The thin lips of the young man pressed against Lu Wanghe's brow, and then moved to the corner of his forehead, touching his wet and soft black hair that had not been completely dried.

"Why did the hair come out after blowing it like this? Didn't I tell you that the weather is starting to cool down in autumn, so it's easy to catch a cold and get sick."

Lu Wanghe pulled out several photo albums, hugged them in his arms, pursed his lips and smiled, his voice was a little soft, as if he was favored and proud.

"Then you blow it for me."

Lu Wanghe sat on the head of the bed, Fu Jingmo went to the bathroom to take out the hair dryer, and turned on the warm air to blow his hair.

"Is it hot?"

"It's not hot... Don't turn on the wind, my hair is messed up."

"I'm going to bed at night, who cares if your hair is messy or not? You can blow it dry like this."

Lu Wanghe didn't argue with him, just lowered his head and continued flipping through other albums.

There was a book dedicated to recording Fu Jingmo and his mother, and Lu Wanghe read it carefully.

"Fu Jingmo, you were very cute when you were young, and you look very similar to your aunt... When you go to visit the grave next year, take me with you?"

"Okay. My mother...she will love you very much."

"Now I know why you obviously went to the same school as me in middle and high school, but I have no impression of you."

Fu Jingmo lowered his head, as if listening attentively.

Lu Wanghe pointed to the little Fu Jingmo in the photo album, a milky, cool bun.

"Because you used to be quite short..." Lu Wanghe glanced at the superior height and shoulder width of the person behind him, "Did you secretly take some height-enhancing medicine later, huh?!"