you don't love him anymore he loves you

It was snowing heavily outside, and it was night, but it seemed like daytime.

However, there are not many people walking on the snow, and the road is windy and slippery, so it is not safe. The heavy snow is romantic in the eyes of some people, but at the same time, the substantial harm it brings cannot be ignored.

The weather was so cold, the wind and the snow were blowing, the bones were frozen brittle, the eyelids drooped from the cold, and even the blood vessels were blocked.

Zhou Shike covered himself with a down jacket, stood in the corner to hide from the wind, and waited for a long time for someone to come out.

Seeing the familiar figure from behind, Zhou Shike rushed over and grabbed him without thinking, "Fu Simian."

He spoke in a low voice, and he could see the white mist in the air with every breath.

There are even a few frost flowers on the eyelashes.

Fu Simian froze for a moment, and slowly took his hand out of his pocket. After a long time, he turned around, and the pale pink scar on his jaw was once again very clear, appearing in front of Zhou Shike like a magnified one.

"Are you... cold?" Zhou Shike thought for a while before he came up with such a dry sentence.

Fu Simian couldn't help lowering the brim of his hat with his hands, and said slowly, "It's okay."

Lie, his voice was trembling when he spoke.

Southerners have just arrived in the north, and most people are not used to such a cold weather.

Fu Simian described him as thin, Zhou Shike couldn't see his brows and eyes covered by the brim of his hat, but only saw his dry and cracked lips.

A sour and astringent feeling welled up in his throat, Zhou Shike stretched out his hand, his fingers were also frozen, and touched the scar on Fu Simian's jaw clumsily, Fu Simian felt the touch, the first time he didn't Dodging, he met Zhou Shike's gaze.

There was surprise in his eyes, but also a sigh.

Fu Simian's facial features are always superior to others, even if he looks like this, he is still decadent and charming.

"Ake," Fu Simian gently took Zhou Shike's hand, and put it back in his pocket considerately, "Go back."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

This was totally unexpected, Fu Simian was avoiding him.

Zhou Shike panicked, he chased after him, "Tang Hao confessed to me."

Fu Simian forced himself to laugh, a bit forced, but decent, "It's pretty good."

He turned away again.

Zhou Shike was stunned, a rush of blood surged up from his throat, he bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, and slammed it on the back of Fu Simian's head, "You idiot!"

Fu Simian ignored him, lowered the brim of his hat and continued walking.

When he was in country Y, he felt that the future would be long. When he arrived in Beicheng, he saw Zhou Shike surrounded by him. In contrast, Fu Simian was shaken for the first time.

Fu Siya was right, Zhou Shike might still be the same Zhou Shike, but Fu Siya was no longer the same Fu Siya.

Except for the most conspicuous jaw, his forehead and arms are left with deep or shallow scars. He injured his head when he rushed down the cliff. No one knows what kind of sequelae the trauma to the head will cause.

Fu Simian heard footsteps stepping on the snow behind him, and another big snowball hit the back of his head.

He clenched his fists and continued walking without saying a word.

Zhou Shike didn't hit him this time, he patted the remaining snow on his hands, and strode towards Fu Simian.

He swooped directly from behind, throwing Fu Simian into the snow.

"Aren't you going to make up? Why are you hiding from me?" Zhou Shike's voice was muffled, hoarse and vague, "I've been looking for you since last week, but I haven't heard from you."

Zhou Shike has always been a man of action, he will do whatever he thinks, but unfortunately his opponent is Fu Simian, Fu Simian doesn't want him to find him, he may have no choice.

"Don't you want to reconcile?"

Want to keep missing?

"You ask me one more time."

Zhou Shike didn't need to hide his arrogance anymore, he ordered Fu Simian in a muffled voice, "Hurry up!"

Fu Simian moved.

Only then did Zhou Shike realize that he was still pressing Fu Simian, he got up, pulled Fu Simian up, and waited for Fu Simian to speak expressionlessly.

His hair was all messed up, his hat was on one side, and his eyes were full of impatience.

It's the serious Young Master Zhou.

There was bitterness in Fu Simian's eyes, he lowered his head and took off his hat, his hair was a little long, covering his eyebrows and eyes, and his breath looked gloomy.

He raised his chin slightly, and after a while, he lowered his head and smiled, "How is it?"

Zhou Shike knew what he meant, he glanced away, "What about it?"

"Can this face catch your eyes?" Fu Simian's tone was full of helplessness. At that time, driving down the mountain was a helpless move, and no one thought that it would hurt his face.

"It's okay." Zhou Shike bit the tip of his tongue, holding back the tears that were about to overflow.

"Ake, I'm sorry for what happened back then." Fu Simian lowered his voice, and he looked at Zhou Shike intently, "But please believe me, I never thought of transferring you to the Lin family. , it's just a fact."

"I was negligent towards you before, because I did something wrong, um..." Fu Simian pondered for a while, and spoke more slowly and cautiously, "I thought about continuing to approach you, but..."

Fu Simian smiled wryly, "I may not be worthy of you."

Fu Simian, who only has the title of head of the Fu family, may not be worthy of the free and easy young master of the Zhou family and the excellent aura singer Zhou Shike.

Face is second, Fu Simian is no longer as proud as before.

He is not the boy Zhou Shike liked back then.

A disfigured selfish businessman.

Just like a dove and a swamp, facing Zhou Shike, Fu Simian felt that he was a dirty swamp.

"It's so annoying," Zhou Shike pushed Fu Simian, and said bluntly, "Just say, do you want to make up?"

He must have been tense, with a lot of force.

Fu Simian was pushed back a few steps, managed to stand still, and when he turned his head to look at Zhou Shike, his eyes were red.

It was a little red, and it became red and moist.

Fu Simian heard the beating of his own heart, which was so fast and heavy that it was deafening.

Zhou Shike paused, he reached out to catch a few snowflakes, and slowly handed them to Fu Simian, "Fu Simian, this year... we can watch the snow together."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tear fell on Zhou Shike's fingertips.

It was so hot that Zhou Shike couldn't help curling his fingers, but he held back, and tears fell one drop after another.

When Zhou Shike was caught off guard, Fu Simian grabbed Zhou Shike's wrist and pulled him into his arms forcefully. He embraced Zhou Shike, wishing to crush Zhou Shike, "I'm sorry."

Jiangcheng was more than 1000 kilometers away from Beicheng, and Beicheng was hit by wind and snow. The faces of the two became blurred, as if they had condensed into a painting, but their breathing was hot, their heartbeats were fast, and their tears were hot.

Zhou Shike didn't wait for Fu Simian all the time, he kept walking forward, and brought Fu Simian along with him. If Fu Simian hadn't followed up, there would be no such scene today.

It's not that he's soft-hearted, he just likes it, and there's no way he doesn't like it.

He was willing to give Fu Simian a chance, if Fu Simian didn't cherish... Zhou Shike's eyes darkened, he would really kill him.

"I love you." Mixed with the wind, Fu Simian said so.

Perhaps it was because of the ups and downs of emotions, or because he was cold and not as resistant to freezing as the local ones, Fu Simian fell down completely, fell down completely.

Fu Simian lived in the neighborhood next to the Zhou family.

He was dizzy from the fever, looked at the cold and empty living room, lowered his eyes, and sat until his legs were numb.

The doorbell rang discreetly.

Fu Simian went to open the door, and was taken aback when he saw someone coming.

He dragged the man in and frowned, "What are you doing here when it's so cold?"

Zhou Shike turned around, he hadn't been in a relationship for a long time, although he was an old acquaintance, he still didn't know how to get along.

He handed over the thermos bucket in his hand, "Auntie made seafood porridge."

It's rare for the two of them to be a little restrained.

Fu Simian was afraid of making Zhou Shike unhappy, so he turned around and ran away again.

Zhou Shike was simply at a loss.

He took off his coat, turned on the TV consciously, went to the cabinet to look up the remote control, the movement has not stopped since he came in,

Fu Simian sat at the dining table, sipping porridge.

He had a bad appetite due to a cold, but thinking that it was brought by Zhou Shike, he still wanted to finish eating slowly.

Zhou Shike was already sitting cross-legged on the carpet watching TV, and he was still watching very intently, as if he came here just to watch TV.

After a long time, Zhou Shike's cold voice sounded, "Don't force it if you can't eat it, I won't collect your body if you're full."

Fu Simian slowly put down the spoon.

After sitting for a while, he walked to Zhou Shike's side.

Even though he was at his own home, Zhou Shike looked like an old man.

He raised his eyes and patted the seat next to him, "You're welcome, sit down."

"..."

Fu Simian didn't sit down directly, but went to make a cup of hot milk tea and put it on the small coffee table next to Zhou Shike. Zhou Shike didn't watch it, and the TV channel switched quickly.

"Are you here during the Chinese New Year?" Zhou Shike turned his head and didn't see Fu Simian, only to find that he was sitting on the sofa behind, with his knees almost touching his back, and he moved two steps forward.

Fu Simian gave an indifferent "hmm".

There is no more text.

Zhou Shike was already used to Fu Simian's virtue, he clicked his tongue and continued to change his TV channel. At this time, he heard Fu Simian say from behind: "I want to celebrate the New Year with you."

He and Zhou Shike had been separated for three years, and he didn't want to leave Beicheng.

Zhou Shike's speed of changing channels gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely. Fu Simian never said these things before, and he didn't bother to say them, but he just wanted to listen.Zhou Shike thought that he had grown up a long time ago and would no longer be easily moved like he was when he was a teenager, but when he heard with his own ears what he wanted to hear before, he actually had the urge to cry.

"So you can talk," Zhou Shike turned to sit facing Fu Simian with a sarcasm on his face, "I thought you couldn't say anything."

Fu Simian's heart seemed to be stabbed severely by something.

He looked at the young man with red eyes, held back his tears, and felt pain in his heart. He couldn't help but raised his hand to rub Zhou Shike's hair, and said sorry again.

Zhou Shike didn't dodge, and lowered his head, "Annoying."

Fu Simian didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he reached out and took a document from the side, which was Fu's equity transfer letter, and he stuffed it into Zhou Shike's arms, "I'll give you all, and I'll work for you in the future. It doesn’t matter if you pay or not, it’s up to you to be happy.”

Zhou Shike knew how many things Fu Simian had in his hands. He looked up at Fu Simian in surprise, and after finding out that the latter was real, he lowered his head and flipped through the pages. The one on his head doesn't even have one-sixth of Fu Simian's, "give it all to me?"

"Well, it's all for you, and I planned to give it all to you. If you make up with each other, I will leave it to you in the end."

Now, Zhou Shike can make Fu Simian have nothing at any time, and Fu Simian only has Zhou Shike.

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