Prisoner direction

Today is September [-]st, Wen Langxi's birthday.

Up to now, in the past two years, Fu Guan has received a total of 720 letters, 720 sentences I am always by your side, and 720 beautiful and bright flowers.

Similarly, he also spent 720 long nights eroded by longing.

Fu Guan got up this morning, just like in the past, took Wen Langxi's old clothes from two years ago from the closet and put them on, then went downstairs to get today's letter and flowers.

In fact, from the day Fu Guan received Wen Langxi's admission letter, he had a vague feeling that the day when they would meet was gradually approaching.

It may be the corner of the street, or it may be a figure that suddenly appeared after the doorbell rang. Fu Guan has been looking forward to it for a long time, paying attention to the people and things around him almost all the time.

But it was not as expected, half a month passed, and the man did not come back, causing Fu Guan's originally excited heart to gradually quiet down and return to its previous calm.

In today's letter, there is only one sentence that has not changed for thousands of years, which makes Fu Guan slightly disappointed.

But the flower accompanying the letter today is very special. It is a two-color tulip that is not in flowering period, bright yellow and deep red, bright and eye-catching.

Fu Guan lowered his head, bent his lips and sniffed it gently, and finally put it into a vase on the wooden shelf of the balcony.

The wooden shelf is full of vases, and the vases are filled with flowers, some of which have long withered, some are withering, and some are dazzling in the morning sun.

This was collected by Fu Guan in more than 700 days. He did not grow these flowers, did not put soil in the vase, did not make these flowers into specimens, everything was as it was originally.

There is withering every day, and there is new life every day. This is also like Fu Guan, who misses in the middle of the night and shows up in the daytime.

The small drawer of the bedside table could no longer hold more and more letters, so a wooden box appeared in Fu Guan's bedroom again. Now, it is about to be full, and in another month, it may be necessary to buy another box for storing letters .

That night, the lights were not turned on, and the room was pitch black except for two candles on the living room table.

This is Fu Guan's birthday for Wen Langxi.

The cake is made by myself, and the candles are bought from the bakery.

Fu Guan knelt down on the carpet, looking at the orange candlelight in front of him, his eyes also flickered with flowing waves, moved his lips, and swallowed the words "Happy Birthday".

In the end, I only said something softly: Come back early.

Fu Guan stared at the light in front of him and remained motionless until the candle was extinguished in the cake, and there was no movement at all.

The room was completely engulfed in darkness, and Fu Guan, who was in the silence for no reason, had reddened eyes, raised his hand to brush his shoulder-length hair, took off his glasses and lay down beside the table.

The room was still very quiet, but the slight trembling of his shoulders made it clear that his mood was not as peaceful as this long night.

The next morning, Fu Guan woke up on the bed in the bedroom.

Sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains, forming a bright light that reflected on the wall opposite Fu Guan. Compared with the long dark night last night, this light was dazzling.

Fu Guan squinted his eyes for a while, then closed them again. He was thinking about what kind of letter he could receive this morning, and what color flower he could touch.

This is the first thing Fu Guan thinks of when he wakes up every morning.

"Why don't you get up when you wake up?"

In the originally silent room, a deep voice suddenly appeared.

Fu Guan opened his eyes abruptly, looking at the light directly opposite him, his whole body froze and did not move.

"Whatever you want to eat this morning, I'll make it for you."

The voice next to him reached Fu Guan's ears again. The voice was soft, low, familiar, and ordinary, making Fu Guan feel as if he had a dream, in which Wen Langxi had left him for two years.

Fu Guan clutched the hem of his jacket tightly with his hand on his side, not daring to turn his head to look at his side. At this moment, he couldn't tell which one was the dream.

Was it Wen Langxi who had been away from him for two years, or Wen Langxi who was talking beside him in the early morning.

Two years ago, Wen Langxi left quietly when Fu Guan fell asleep, and two years later, Wen Langxi returned home quietly when Fu Guan woke up.

This can't blame Fu Guan for not being able to distinguish between dreams and reality, because everything is just right and can be seamlessly connected.

Suddenly, Fu Guan felt the person beside him move, and a familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face appeared in front of him.

Familiarity is because of Wen Langxi.

The strange reason is that this face is more handsome, with a look in his eyes that Fu Guan has never seen before.

Wen Langxi propped his muscular arms on both sides of Fu Guan's head, stared at him for a long time, and then said softly, "You've lost weight."

"You...have lost weight too." Fu Guan replied hoarsely, but still didn't move.

After these words, the room returned to silence.

Wen Langxi leaned on Fu Guan, and Fu Guan lay quietly under Wen Langxi, his eyes met and he didn't speak anymore.

I don't know how long it took, until Fu Guan felt his eyes sore, Wen Langxi put down the arm supporting his body, and lay down on the other side as if he was powerless.

Under this pressure, Fu Guan really felt the breath of Wen Langxi.

That person's body was very heavy, and Fu Guan felt that he was a little out of breath, but there was another voice in his heart clamoring: focus more, focus more, focus more... In this way, you can truly and truly feel your weight , your body temperature, your presence.

Wen Langxi buried his head in Fu Guan's neck, greedily smelling the unique fragrance of Fu Guan's body.

As always, it's still so cool.

"Fu Guan..."

Wen Langxi yelled in a hoarse voice.

Fu Guan didn't respond, all his thoughts were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.

"I miss you so much……"

Wen Langxi pressed on Fu Guan's body, tried his best to endure crying, and spoke word by word.

Through the thin quilt, Fu Guan could clearly feel Wen Langxi's beating heart and slightly trembling body.

"Still...do you love me?"

This sentence, the tone is calm, the voice is quiet, but it is mixed with a trace of fear and uneasiness that is almost imperceptible.

Hearing this, Fu Guan's heart stopped for a moment, and then his nasal cavity was flooded with unstoppable sourness and grievance.

He kept every letter intact, treasured every flower, tattooed that person's name on his body, and piled up the never-ending thoughts...

And this man is asking him if he still loves...

The depression and grievance rushed into Fu Guan's brain for a while, and for some unknown reason, Fu Guan suddenly said in a hoarse voice angrily: "I don't love you anymore."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Langxi's body froze, but it was fleeting. He reached into the bed, touched Fu Guan's narrow waist, hugged him tightly, then tilted his head, and brought his lips to Fu Guan's neck. Side, kissed lightly.

"It's okay." Wen Langxi said in a low voice, "Then, can I chase you again, make you breakfast, send you to school, take you on a trip...is that okay?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Guan's eyes turned red immediately, he was really wronged, this grievance diluted the joy of the reunion a bit.

"Is it that easy?" Fu Guan asked with a choked voice.

Wen Langxi raised the corner of his mouth when he buried Fu Guan's neck, and replied, "Of course more than that, I can also massage, speak nice words, accompany, follow, earn money, and... love you." Said After a pause, he asked again: "So, are you willing... Let me chase you again, Brother Fu..."

The last sentence made Fu Guan's heart skip a beat. He hadn't heard this title for a long time.

The two haven't seen each other for a long time. The reunion on the bed in the bedroom this morning shocked Fu Guan too much. He couldn't express his joy and joy for a while, and he couldn't express the longing that had accumulated over time. The only thing he can do now is just a little bit. head.

But it was this slight nodding that made the smile on Wen Langxi's mouth expand infinitely, and the joy in his heart could no longer be expressed in ordinary words, only the strong love in his eyes remained.

Wen Langxi didn't want to promise anything to Fu Guan just after reunion. He wanted to use the rest of his long life to make up for the company he missed in the past two years. Unwavering love for Fu Guan.

The extreme joy in his heart prompted Wen Langxi to put his arms around Fu Guan's waist wantonly, but as soon as he moved, the two of them froze in an instant.

After an unknown period of silence, Wen Langxi's hoarse voice came from the bedroom.

"Brother Fu, why don't you sleep in shorts..."