Prisoner direction

After Fu Guan arrived at the Me restaurant, Xu Ji hadn't come yet.

After waiting for ten minutes at the reserved seat, Suki hurried in.

Fu Guan had already ordered three drinks during the waiting time, and when the person sat down, he pushed one of the drinks in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Fu Guan asked, and at the same time, he looked around but didn't see Cen Ping.

After adjusting his breath, Xu Ji said apologetically, "I'm really sorry for being late."

"It's okay, where's Auntie, aren't you here?"

Hearing this, Xu Ji scratched her hair, rubbed the center of her brows, and sighed slightly, "She had insomnia last night, she couldn't sleep for anything, and she didn't talk to me, she fell asleep in a daze when it was almost dawn, so I didn't dare wake her up when I went out."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Guan, I'm really sorry, I originally agreed to come together."

There was also a hint of worry in Fu Guan's eyes, "Auntie's body is the most important thing, I'm fine, so is there anyone in your family now?"

"Well, my dad went back this morning, and Aunt Zhao is also there. This disease just keeps coming and going. The family can handle it. It will be much better after sleeping..."

The two of them were seated by the window, chatting with each other. There was no sunshine outside, and the biting cold wind was blowing in late winter and early spring. Pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry, and no one wanted to stay outside for a long time.

Except for the figure on the bench across the street from the window of the me restaurant.

In such weather, the man was dressed a little thinly, black was the only color on his body, and he was surrounded by loneliness that did not belong to this world.

"Then let's not have lunch. Since Auntie didn't come, we will make another appointment in the future."

With a smile in his eyes, Suki nodded, and the orange light in the restaurant rendered the man's face more gentle.

"Okay, originally I proposed to meet at home, it would be so convenient, but Ms. Cen just didn't want to, saying that it was insincere or something, but now I haven't even met anyone."

Ms. Cen is Xu Ji's name for his mother.

Fu Guan also slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "There are still many opportunities, there will be a next time if we don't see each other this time."

Xu Ji didn't answer these words, but looked at Fu Guan's delicate face tenderly.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Xu Ji said with a smile: "Actually, the reason why I didn't cancel this meeting this time is to meet you and chat with you."

Hearing this, Fu Guan was slightly stunned for a moment, then picked up the goblet on the table with his bony hands, took a sip, and said calmly: "En."

The ambiguous hint only received a one-word reply, and Xu Ji was not annoyed, because he knew Fu Guan's temperament. Although this person was gentle on the surface, he was very cold in his bones, and it was difficult for others to walk into his heart.

Xu Ji found the topic again, "So are you going to stay at Wen's house all the time? Is his condition typical?"

As soon as these words came out, the softness in Fu Guan's eyes disappeared, replaced by a deserted look, "I didn't go to Wen's just to observe him."

"Huh? Didn't you just say a few days ago that he was the object of your observation?"

"That was just a few days ago, now, I want to be friends with him more."

Suki was a little surprised, friend?

In his eyes, Fu Guan is cold and aloof, likes to be alone, and is unlikely to take the initiative to make friends, but then again, it is this kind of aloofness that attracts him.

Although he thought so, he still maintained his usual demeanor on his face, and said with a smile: "Guan, when did you start making friends, why didn't you mention it to me?"

"Just recently."

Fu Guan had vaguely realized just now that Xu Ji didn't seem to regard him as just an ordinary friend, because the way this person looked at him just now was too enthusiastic.

"Really, then when you have a chance, you bring him out, and the three of us get to know each other. Wouldn't it be better to have one more friend?"

Hearing this, Fu Guan frowned slightly, "No, he probably doesn't want to make friends now."

Suki immediately put on a regretful expression, "Since this is the case, then there is no need to force it. I hope he can recover soon. After all, he is only 19, and he still has a lot of life to experience in the future."

After hearing this, Fu Guan's inner discomfort gradually subsided, and he nodded slightly, "Well, he will definitely recover."

At this time, on the bench across the street, the black figure stood up, with broad shoulders and long legs.

Before leaving, he used the long and narrow eyes under the brim of the black hat to look at the two people having a good conversation in the warm yellow restaurant.

"Senior, I'll go back first, and I will definitely visit my aunt when I have the chance."

Xu Ji smiled, with a hint of doting reproach in his tone, "You are still so polite to me? I have known friends for several years, so stop saying such polite words, I don't like to hear them."

Hearing this, Fu Guan used his index finger to support Xiu Ting's silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said softly, "Okay."

Xu Ji called the driver at home, intending to take Fu Guan back, but Fu Guan drove the car himself, so he gave up, and the two finally said a few words and said goodbye to each other.

Fu Guan turned on his phone and checked the time. It was still early and he could have lunch with Wen Langxi when he got back.

I don't know what he is doing at home...

While thinking, he walked to the underground parking lot, opened the door, and was about to get in the car when he heard a familiar and low-pitched voice coming into his ears behind him.

"Fu Guan."

It's Langsey!

Fu Guan turned his head abruptly, and saw an all-black figure leaning against a white pillar, wearing thin clothes, and staring at him gloomyly from the eyes between the mask and the brim of the hat.

The heart was still for a moment, there were surprises and panic.

The reason for the panic was that the person's body was covered with low pressure. Although the two of them were not close to each other, Fu Guan could still clearly feel that the person was in a bad mood.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, he walked quickly towards Wen Langxi, "Why are you here, isn't it cold wearing so little?"

A voice without any emotion came from the black mask, "Is it surprising?"

Fu Guan stood opposite this person, and after hearing this, he immediately realized that he was angry.

Looking around, there are many vehicles coming and going, and it is dangerous to talk here.

"Get in the car first, and talk about it when you get home."

Wen Langxi didn't say anything or move, his eyes were still fixed on Fu Guan.

Noticing the man's eyes, Fu cared and suddenly felt anxious.

This is really not a place to talk, so I stretched out my hand to pull the other person's arm, trying to bring him into the car first.

But he never thought that as soon as Fu Guan's hand touched the man's sleeve, Wen Langxi immediately blocked it with his arm, so indifferent to the point of no emotion, "Don't touch me."

Fu Guan knew that this person was in the wrong mood, so he was not annoyed, and said softly, "Okay, then you get in the car with me, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he didn't see if Langxi followed, so he walked to the car on his own, opened the passenger door, and stood there waiting.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, but Wen Langxi finally moved, walked to Fu Guan's side, and got into the car.

Although there was a fire burning in his heart, his reason still told him that Fu Guan could not be allowed to talk to him in such a dangerous environment.

Both of them got into the car, Fu Guan turned on the heater first, instead of starting the car, he turned to look at Wen Langxi.

Seeing that the man's hand was pale, he put his own hand on it, trying to warm him up.

As expected, his hands were like ice cubes.

Wen Langxi turned his head to look out the window, and when he felt a warm hand attached to the back of his hand, he immediately flung it away.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't turn his head to look at Fu Guan.

……

On the way, the two didn't have any communication, and there was rarely any traffic jam, so they arrived home soon.

As soon as the door was closed, Wen Langxi was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by Fu Guan, "Are you angry with me?"

Wen Langxi didn't answer, but looked at Fu Guan with disappointment in his eyes. If you look carefully, you can find that his whole body is trembling slightly.

This is trying to control the strong emotions in his heart, he doesn't want to talk to Fu Guan when his emotions are unstable...

Afraid of regret.

"Langxi, take a deep breath and calm yourself down."

Hearing this, the sarcasm and disappointment in his eyes were even worse, and he couldn't help it anymore, so he said hoarsely: "Fu Guan, you are really, too, hypocritical."

Before anyone could react, he bypassed him and went upstairs.

Fu Guan was still obsessed with the word "hypocrisy". After he realized it, he quickly chased after him, but he was a step too late. The black wooden door in front of him once again separated the two.

At this moment, Fu Guan really realized that he could no longer enlighten Wen Langxi as an "accompany".

Any of his words and actions are deeply affecting this person's emotions.

At the same time, he himself began to become less objective, and he could no longer use the theories he had learned to guide this person. Now he can only truly enter his heart if he follows his heart.

Fu Guan stood at the door, very worried that this person would do something to hurt him in the room.

And he could clearly feel that this person has been suppressing his emotions since meeting him.

Now knocking on the door, he would definitely not open it. After a little thought, he turned and went downstairs, took off his overcoat while walking, and hung it on the railing of the stairs.

Within a few minutes, Fu Guan put the ladder on Wen Langxi's window again.

This time, Wen Langxi didn't open the window like last time.

Sighing lightly, he fixed the ladder, then climbed up, and when he could reach the window with his hands, he opened the window, first grasped the edge of the window tightly with both hands, quickly put one leg up, and flipped into the window neatly.

When he stood up straight, he saw Langxi leaning against the black wooden table and smoking a cigarette, facing him sideways without even looking at him.

The current wooden table is a little different from the past, there is no cigarette case on it.