After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

In the afternoon, snowflakes began to fall outside the car window. Fu Chenyan sat in the taxi and looked out the window indifferently.

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a villa.Fu Chenyan paid, thanked him and got out of the car.

It has been snowing for a long time, and a thin layer has accumulated on the ground.

Standing outside the villa, Fu Chenyan recalled the content of the phone call just now.

That call was made by Wang Ma, and Wang Ma said to him sobbingly: "Shen Yan, come back quickly, they have moved Madam's room."

Pushing open the door of the villa, Fu Chenyan dragged his stick and walked in slowly.

You rang the doorbell, and after a while someone came to the door.

It was Wang Ma who opened the door.

"Shen Yan."

Fu Chenyan responded and walked in.

He didn't change his shoes and went straight to the living room.

In the living room, Wang Yao was eating a fruit plate, laughing and watching a variety show.

After seeing Fu Chenyan, she turned off the TV in a panic, stood up and smiled hypocritically: "Shen Yan is back, why didn't I tell you in advance, so that I can ask the driver to pick you up."

"No need."

After finishing speaking, Fu Chenyan went straight upstairs.

The metal iron rod in his hand dragged on the floor tiles and made a sound, which inexplicably made people feel hairy.

"What are you doing with a stick home?" Seeing the stick in his hand, Wang Yao panicked, "Throw it out quickly!"

Fu Chenyan stopped and looked back at her. After a short silence, he suddenly laughed, "What are you doing? You will know what you are doing in a while."

Go upstairs to his mother's room on the second floor.

The room has been rearranged, but it can still be seen that there are signs of being turned over. On the dressing table, the outer glass of the photo frame is also cracked.

"What's going on?" Fu Chenyan's voice was so calm that no one could hear the emotion in it.

Wang Ma stood behind him and explained in detail what happened at noon.

"At noon today, she said that her son lost something in this room, and she insisted on coming in to find it by herself, but I refused to let it go," Wang Ma said, sobbing, "But she still didn't stop her, she broke in and took his wife's Everything was turned over."

"Have you found anything?" Fu Chenyan asked.

"She didn't lose anything at all. As you know, it's impossible for anyone to enter this room except you, me, and sir. It's just an excuse for her to find something. She just wants to take the opportunity to destroy the room so that you can let everyone in." Be your own hostess."

Fu Chenyan looked at the photo frame on the dressing table silently, and said after a long time: "Auntie, you have worked hard, please continue to help my mother clean the room in the future."

"What are you talking about? My wife treated me so well before she was alive. These are all as it should be."

Fu Chenyan responded, took the photo frame and walked out.

He stood on the second floor and looked down at Wang Yao, still dragging the stick in his hand.

"Aunt Wang."

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Chenyan smiled, "It's just that the things I bought not long ago were lost. I thought about it, and it seems to be lost in your collection room. May I go in and look for it?"

The smile on Wang Yao's face froze, "The collection room is cleaned every day. Auntie didn't say that she picked up something. You, you remember it wrong, right?"

"Maybe Auntie didn't clean it very carefully. I'll go find it."

"Why don't I find it for you," Wang Yao laughed dryly, and quickly got up and walked towards the stairs, "What did you lose?"

Fu Chenyan looked at her and smiled, "I forgot, maybe I will remember it when I go in and have a look."

Without waiting for Wang Yao to say anything, Fu Chenyan went directly to the collection room with the stick.

Wang Yao usually has a hobby. She likes to collect some calligraphy, paintings and vases. She has a special collection room where these things are placed. She loves money like her life, and regards these things as more important than her life.

So when Fu Chenyan said that she wanted to go in and take a look, she immediately panicked.

Seeing that he had gone in, Wang Yao anxiously shouted: "Fu Chenyan, come out!"

Clang.

The sound of china breaking.

"what!!"

Wang Yao stopped and shouted angrily: "Fu Chenyan!! I'll kill you!!"

boom--

There was another sound of glass breaking.

In the collection room, Fu Chenyan looked gloomy. He waved the stick in his hand without saying a word.

The stick fell from the hand, and the vase fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sound lasted for 2 minutes, and when Wang Yao ran to the collection room, Fu Chenyan had already stopped.

He took the stick and stood at the door waiting for her.

Fragments of the vase were scattered all over the floor, Wang Yao collapsed completely, and cursed: "Fu Chenyan!! You bastard with no mother, you dare to touch my things, I will kill you!!!"

After she finished speaking, she rushed forward with all her teeth and claws.

Fu Chenyan sneered, grabbed her hand and pulled it aside, throwing her aside.

"Wang Yao," Fu Chenyan stepped on the debris and walked towards her. The debris rubbed against the floor tiles, making a harsh sound.

Wang Yao backed away in fear.

"I originally planned to get along with you," Fu Chenyan looked at her with dark eyes, "but you crossed the line, you moved my mother's things."

"I just moved!" Wang Yao retorted, "What's so precious about a dead person's things?" She snorted, "It's really bad luck to take dead people's things as treasures one by one!"

"You should be lucky," Fu Chenyan clenched his hands into fists, he even heard the sound of bones, "Men can't hit women, otherwise, you might not be walking downstairs today."

Wang Yao had a ferocious face, "You dare to touch me!"

"Look, do I dare?" Fu Chenyan sneered, "Go into that room again, no, if you dare to walk into that room again, I will definitely let you get out of this house alive."

The snow outside was getting bigger and bigger, Fu Chenyan dragged his stick out and stood in the yard, like a lush and desolate pine and cypress.

His face was pale, and the hand hanging by his side trembled slightly, blood was dripping down his fingers onto the white snow.

This redness is too dazzling, like a red plum blooming alone in the white snow.

Lonely and cold.

Fu Chenyan moved his fingers, feeling the pain.

It's strange that the hand that was scratched by the debris just now feels the pain.

The blood was covered with snow, Fu Chenyan looked down at the photo frame in his hand.

The woman in the photo is quiet and kind, watching him tenderly.

Fu Chenyan's lips moved. It was snowing heavily, and no one could hear what he was saying.

But there's always someone who knows what he's talking about.

He is talking.

Mom, let's go home.

In the evening, the snow gradually becomes smaller.

While eating dinner, he stood at the window on the second floor and looked down. He should have stood here to enjoy the snow, but for some reason, he was not in the mood at all.

He was still thinking about Fu Chenyan, wondering where this old bastard could go with a stick, whether he really went into a fight, and the expression at that time, why he looked so fierce.

These questions have been going around in Bian's mind since he came home, although he knows that these things have nothing to do with him, and he shouldn't worry about Fu Chenyan's affairs.

But I don't know why, my brain doesn't listen, I keep thinking.

Damn, it's annoying.

Bian Cong cursed into the air.

Fu Chenyan, the bastard!

"Bian Cong, come down."

A voice from downstairs interrupted his thoughts.

Bian Cong scratched his hair impatiently, "Here we come!"

Downstairs, Song Wan was holding a blanket and a box of canned food, "It's too cold when it snows, go and add a blanket to Erhei."

"Mom," Bian Cong said helplessly, "I went to see it just now, and Erhei's blanket and quilt can wrap it into a ball."

"Oh, it's not enough," Song Wan insisted, "Don't look at the dog as hairy, he is actually afraid of the cold, stop talking nonsense, you go quickly."

"..."

Bian Cong sometimes thought that Erhei, a stray dog, had a better life than himself. When it first snowed a few days ago, the neighbors nearby built a new nest for him. Send the blanket.

In fact, when Erhei first wandered around here, everyone thought about adopting, but there were too many people who wanted to adopt, and finally they couldn't come to a unified opinion, so everyone decided to adopt together.

The winter night came a little early, it was just after five o'clock, and the sky was already quite dark.

The snow has stopped, and a thick layer has accumulated on the ground, and the shoes make a creaking sound when they step on it.

It was very cold, and while holding something in his arms, he quickened his pace.

He walked in a muffled voice, and when he was still some distance away, he found a figure in front of him through the not-so-clear light.

That person was dressed in black and was squatting beside Erhei.

Looking from the back, it was probably a young man.

Not surprised at all, Bian Cong thought it was another neighbor who came out to show love.

He walked over and greeted the figure, "What a coincidence."

Fu Chenyan's hand to open the can paused for a second, then he tore open the can and put it in front of the nest.

He turned his head, looked at Bian Cong, and responded, "Coincident."

"..." Bian Cong was taken aback, and after seeing the person clearly, he was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Passing by." Fu Chenyan said.

Bian Cong let out an oh, and didn't say any more.

He took a few steps forward, carefully spread the blanket in his arms in the nest, and even stretched out his hand to smooth it out.

Fu Chenyan stood aside and looked at him quietly.

After laying out the nest, Bian Cong clapped his hands.

Seeing him still standing there, asked him, "Why don't you leave?"

"..." Fu Chenyan didn't know what to say, so he remained silent.

Inexplicably, while staring at him for two seconds, she accidentally glanced at his hand when she looked away, and suddenly noticed that the edge of the sweater exposed by his cuffs was red, like blood stains.

Looking up, meeting his eyes, "Are you injured?"

Fu Chenyan took back his hands.

"Hiding what?" Bian Cong took a step forward, tugging at his arm, "Shame on you?"

"No," Fu Chenyan said in a low voice, "a small injury."

"..."

Bian Cong pulled his arm, and saw his wound clearly through the flickering street lamp. The wound was in the palm of his hand, and it looked like he was scratched by something. The cut was not long, and the blood had dried up. Pass.

"how did you make it?"

Fu Chenyan didn't say anything.

"Could it be because of the fight just now?" Bian Cong said to himself, "It shouldn't be, they didn't take any sharp things."

"What did you do, Fu Chenyan?" Bian Cong looked at him, "You didn't fight again just now, did you?"

Still don't speak.

"Could it be that it was scratched in the afternoon to protect me?"

"Do not......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"is not it?"

Fu Chenyan didn't speak, he looked at Bian Cong, but he didn't expect that the other party was also looking at him.

Their eyes collided, and Fu Chenyan saw anxiety and a trace of guilt on his face, as if there was still a little imperceptible concern.

I don't know if the light is too dark to see.

Fu Chenyan licked his dry lips, and changed his words when he spoke again.

He said, "Yeah."

In an instant, a deep guilt hit my heart.

Bian Cong was silent for a moment, leaving a sentence to wait for me here, and then ran away.

Two minutes later, Bian Cong came back, holding a medical kit in his hand, probably gasping for breath because he ran so fast.

"Go and sit there." He pointed to a bench under a street lamp.

Probably guessed what he wanted to do.Fu Chenyan went over, slipped the snow off the chair, and sat down.

Bian Cong took a few breaths, took the medicine box and sat down.

"Hold out your hand." Bian took out povidone iodine from the medicine box.

Fu Chenyan stretched out his hand obediently.

"It's really troublesome, let me tell you, don't think about it," said Cong while taking out a cotton swab and dipping it in some povidone iodine, "I don't care about you, I'm just sorry."

Fu Chenyan hummed.

He looked up at the side, under the dim streetlights, he was busy with his head down, his eyelashes were long, covering his eyes, his nose was very straight, probably because of the rush he ran just now, the tip of his nose was sweating, his The lips are very thin, and they are opening and closing to say something at the moment.

But Fu Chenyan couldn't hear clearly, he only knew that Bian Cong's lips were very red now.

"I'm talking to you." Bian Cong suddenly looked up at him.

Fu Chenyan lowered his eyes in panic, "What did you say?"

"If you say it hurts, bear with me. I'm not the kind of person who will pity and cherish jade."

"Oh."

Bian Cong held a cotton swab in one hand, and supported the back of Fu Chenyan's hand in the other. His hand was cold, and it was icy against his palm.

Bian Cong looked at the wound on his palm, frowned unconsciously, and carefully cleaned up the blood stains with a cotton swab, without paying attention to the sight above his head.

Fu Chenyan was looking at him, at his hair, at the snow on his hair.

"Does it hurt?" Bian Cong asked.

"Fortunately."

"Really?" Bian Cong confirmed again.

"hiss......"

Hearing that he gasped as if in pain, Bian Cong immediately stopped.

"It hurts?" Bian Cong looked up at him, a little embarrassed, "Did I hit too hard?"

Fu Chenyan frowned slightly, "No."

"Then I will continue."

"Ah."

Bian Cong continued, without painting twice, Fu Chenyan "hissed" again.

"I get it, I get it, I tap, I tap," Bian Cong glared at him with some displeasure, "Squeamish, troublesome! You're the only one who has too many things to do."

"Sorry." Fu Chenyan said softly.

"..."

Damn, what do you mean by apologizing at this time? Doesn't this comparison make me appear inhuman?

Bian Cong curled his lips and cursed in his heart, but his movements were much lighter.

After cleaning up the blood stains around the wound bit by bit, he changed the cotton swab to apply the medicine. He applied it very carefully and lightly, so as not to hurt him again, he even gently blew on the medicine while applying the medicine to the wound. blow.

The slightly cool breath mixed with the cold wind after the snow fell on the wound, like a soft feather brushing by, a little itchy.

Fu Chenyan moved his fingers, wondering if the breath was blowing too far and lightly, he felt his heart itch.

After applying the medicine and bandaging it up, I packed the medicine box and said, "Don't touch the water when you get home, remember to apply the medicine on time, and..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, thinking of something, Bian Cong suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Chenyan didn't know why.

"It's nothing." Bian Cong was still smiling, "I just feel that what I just said is inexplicably familiar, like a doctor."

"Hey, Granite, let me tell you," Bian Cong continued to say after packing up his things, "I'm not a genius doctor, I'm not sure that the wound has been properly sterilized for you, just to be on the safe side, it's better for you to see a doctor yourself, otherwise I'm not responsible for what goes wrong, don't try to blackmail me."

"No." Fu Chenyan looked at his hand, there was a wound on the palm, but he wrapped it like a rice dumpling, "It was wrapped very well."

"Tch, you still have a little conscience, that's all right, I'll take care of your injury, we don't owe each other anything, I'm going home."

Fu Chenyan hummed and sat still.

While picking up the medicine box, he just stood up and was about to leave when he heard a voice from the side.

Gollum.

It was like someone's stomach growled.

Bian never paid attention and stepped forward.

Gollum.

Call again.

"..."

Bian Cong still stopped, he looked at Fu Chenyan, "You didn't eat?"

"No."

"..."

Bian Cong was speechless, and asked again: "Why don't you eat?"

"Nothing to eat."

"..."

ah! ! !It's annoying! !

Fifteen minutes later, in a small noodle restaurant, Bian Cong wiped the table, threw the paper towel into the trash can, and said, "That's the condition, there's nothing you can do if you don't eat."

"eat."

As soon as the words fell, a voice came over.

"Noodles here!" Grandma Lin put the bowl on the table and said to Bian Cong, "Cong Cong, I haven't seen you here for a long time, why are you free today? Didn't you celebrate the New Year with your family?"

"I'll be home in a while," Bian Cong said with a smile, "I brought my classmate here for a meal. He said he likes to eat noodles, so I brought him here to try your cooking."

Grandma Lin smiled and said: "Your child will please my old lady. Well, since it was brought from Cong, Grandma must give you enough face. You eat first, and I will give another bowl of more Add some meat."

"it is good!"

After Grandma Lin left, Bian Cong took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Fu Chenyan, "If you don't like to eat, you have to pretend for me. The old lady is busy making it by herself. If you don't eat it, you have to eat it for me."

Fu Chenyan took the chopsticks and put them beside the bowl without moving.

"Do you come here often?"

"Yeah. This is my friend's grandma."

Fu Chenyan snorted, but still didn't move his chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat it? Could it be that the young master thinks that our mortal food can't be eaten?"

"No," Fu Chenyan looked at the chili oil floating in the bowl and said, "I don't eat chili."

"...don't tell me sooner."

While bringing Fu Chenyan's bowl in front of him, he shouted to the kitchen: Grandma, don't put chili in the next bowl!

"it is good!"

Two minutes later, another bowl came up, and he took it from him and brought it to Fu Chenyan.

"Eat it, no chili."

Fu Chenyan moved his chopsticks and picked out a noodle.Hand-rolled noodles are very strong and taste good.

Bian Cong poured some vinegar into the bowl and stirred it, but he was actually not very hungry, he just went out after dinner.

This bowl of noodles is very generous, according to his current stomach, it must not be able to hold it.

But it can't be wasted.

Bian Cong is a bit difficult.

He looked at the noodles in the bowl, and then at Fu Chenyan.

The other party was eating with his head down. It seemed that the food was quite delicious.

"Fu Chenyan?"

"Huh?" Fu Chenyan looked up from the bowl, root noodles still hanging in his mouth.

"Are you full?"

Fu Chenyan sucked the noodles in, nodded, "Yes."

"Why don't you eat more."

"I have enough to eat."

"..."

Why don't you understand?

"What I mean is," Bian Cong pointed to his own bowl, "it's too much, I can't eat it, and I can't waste it, and I think your food is delicious, or..."

"..."

"Have you had dinner?" Fu Chenyan asked another question.

"Ah, I ate before going out just now."

After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't intend to agree, Bian Cong said again: "Eat more, you are still young, eat more to grow your body."

"..."

Fu Chenyan was silent for a moment, then compromised: "Okay."

"Fu Chenyan, you are awesome!" Bian Cong happily dragged his bowl over, and held a big chopstick for him, "You are such a thrifty and thrifty baby, I praise you."

Fu Chenyan choked on the word "baby", and his face turned red.

He pulled the bowl back, lowered his head, "Hurry up and eat."

In the end, Bian Cong finished half a bowl of noodles, and gave the rest to Fu Chenyan.

Based on the principle of not wasting, Fu Chenyan stuffed everything into his stomach, and now he feels a little nauseous.He thought that he might never eat noodles again in the near future.

"Are you full?"

"full."

"Let's go then."

Bian Cong put on his down jacket, took out a note from his pocket, folded it in half and put it under the napkin box to press.

He has given money like this the last few times he came here, because he didn't want to give it directly to grandma.

"Let's go."

Fu Chenyan also put on a down jacket.

"Grandma! Let's go, you don't have to come out, the road outside is slippery."

"Let's go now," Grandma Lin still wanted to come out, but was chased back by Bian Cong. She stood at the door and waved to them, "Come back another day."

"Got it! Go back quickly."

Snow began to fall in the sky again, Bian Cong and Fu Chenyan walked on the somewhat icy road, they walked very slowly for fear of slipping.

It was very cold, so I put it in my pocket and sniffed.

There is still some distance from home, so keeping silent is not an option.

While looking at Fu Chenyan from the side of his head, this guy has no intention of chatting.

All right, let me find a topic.

Bian Cong thought for a while and asked, "Fu Chenyan, does your family live near here?"

"Ah."

"Where do you live?"

"Across from your house."

"Across from my house?"

"Jade View Courtyard." Fu Chenyan reported his name.

As soon as he said this, he knew that this neighborhood was in front of his house, and he heard that the neighborhood was full of wealthy people.

"That's pretty close."

"Ah."

silence.

There is nothing to talk about.

Sure enough, aside from the usual quarrel between the two of them, they didn't know what to say once they settled down.

it's wired.

Bian never wanted to find another topic.It's cold, and your mouth is still freezing when you talk, so just shut up.

The two walked in silence, Bian Cong slipped on the road from time to time.

It's not interesting at all.

Because there was a dumb person standing next to him.

"Ah-choo—" Bian Cong sneezed suddenly.

Rubbing his nose, "Who is scolding me?"

Fu Chenyan glanced at him, raised his hand, and helped him put the hat on his head.

"What?" Bian Cong looked at him.

"Snow, cold, keep warm."

"Oh."

The two walked quietly, and before they knew it, Bian Cong arrived home.

Bian Cong stopped, and Fu Chenyan also stopped.

"I have arrived."

"Ah."

"I'm in."

"Ah."

"..."

Walking into the house, thinking while walking.

Why does this sound so awkward?

Something is wrong.

I'm here, I'm in.

How is this like what the young man said when he sent the little girl home when he first fell in love, and the little girl was reluctant to let go at the door.

What's the situation, why does it feel that something is wrong tonight.

An inexplicable anxiety rose from my heart.

What's wrong, I can't tell, it just feels wrong.

Bian Cong has already walked into the house, and this feeling is still there.

I feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Oh, I see, what happened tonight must be too outrageous. I was able to sit and eat with Fu Chenyan peacefully, and I was able to walk here with him all the way. It's really outrageous.

Why do I still feel uncomfortable.

Always feel like forgetting something.

After a few seconds of silence, it seemed as if electricity was passing through the brain, and suddenly remembered.

He didn't have any clothes on, so he turned around and ran out.

On the way, Fu Chenyan was about to turn a corner, when suddenly, someone called him from behind.

"granite!"

Fu Chenyan turned around.

"Then what..."

"happy New Year."

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