Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

"What do you think of me!!" Fu Zechuan stared angrily at the person who threw himself into his arms.

Ji Fanfan's eyes were cold, "Anyway, no matter where I escape, you will find me, so I give up struggling, I give myself to you, as long as you need me, I will cooperate, you just need to give me a little space Well, are you satisfied with this?"

"Ji Fanfan!"

Facing his roar, Ji Fanfan had no other reaction, he just waited.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Fu Zechuan didn't make any other movements except his face getting darker and darker, Ji Fanfan picked up his clothes and put them on again.

An indifferent voice echoed in the depressed living room, "Since you have no needs now, please leave."

"Are you sure to make our relationship like this?" Fu Zechuan's voice sounded aggrieved and heartbroken.

Ji Fanfan didn't look back, his dark eyes couldn't see anything, "Didn't you always want to know what happened to my right hand?"

Hearing this, Fu Zechuan felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. He swallowed nervously. In fact, he also checked the matter of Ji Fanfan's right hand in private, but unfortunately he had no clue, but now Ji Fanfan is going to tell him personally. But subconsciously want to escape the truth.

He looked away evasively, "Don't say it, I don't want to hear it!"

Ji Fanfan looked sideways and looked away, Fu Zechuan, who was all in resistance, said lightly, "Do you still remember the Qian He who was disfigured by you?"

The bad premonition in Fu Zechuan's heart became stronger and stronger, and the strong uneasiness made him at a loss what to do.

"He was going to take revenge on you, but he couldn't get close to you, so he came to me." Ji Fanfan's expression was flat, as if dead still, "On the day my father was buried, on that rainy night full of thunder and lightning, he, wasted my right hand."

Fu Zechuan's pupils constricted, and the unacceptable truth hit his brain, and he was almost out of breath.

But Ji Fanfan's words were not over yet, "Overnight, I lost my only relative in this world and became disabled."

Fu Zechuan felt his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't bear the pain. He opened his mouth, but his throat was so constricted that he couldn't make a sound.

Ji Fanfan showed a sad smile, "You have helped me so many times, this hand should be considered as my return to you."

Fu Zechuan's rage just now turned into deep fear, he pulled Ji Fanfan's hand in a panic, and his words were all messed up, "No, no, Fanfan, you don't owe me anything, I'm sorry for you, I... "

Huge guilt filled his heart, Fu Zechuan didn't know what to say to express his regret, he really didn't know that Ji Fanfan would suffer such harm because of him, it caused him more pain than killing him.

Ji Fanfan asked again: "Still, you don't think it's enough, what else do you want? This left hand, or something else?"

Fu Zechuan looked at Ji Fanfan, who looked hopeless and lifeless, his whole body seemed to be haunted by twilight and death, his heart was beating wildly in fear, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his eyes turned red little by little, "Fanfan, don't do this , I... I will be afraid too..."

Ji Fanfan was in a daze, as if he saw the scene of their first meeting.

At that time, Fu Zechuan was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, his dark eyes had a slight glimmer of indifference, a confident smile was on the corner of his mouth, and his standing posture was lazy and charming. The first time he saw him, he was so attracted that he couldn't take his eyes off .

But he is destined to be different from Fu Zechuan. Fu Zechuan can live arbitrarily, but he is a person who is cautiously groping for survival in the dark. Their encounter is the beginning of all pain.

Ji Fanfan murmured: "Fu Zechuan, have you ever seen a decomposed corpse? It is covered with corpse spots, and there are maggots crawling on it, can you imagine it?"

Ji Fanfan continued to ask and answer: "You must have never seen it, how could you have seen such a scene?"

"But I have seen it before. When I escaped, what I saw was a corpse like my father's. The smell of the corpse was mixed with the corpse's water. It was such a dilapidated corpse that it was hard to see directly."

Ji Fanfan's eyes lost their brilliance and became gloomy. "For a moment, I felt that death was not so terrible. After all, I already have nothing, and there is nothing left to miss."

The last sentence hit Fu Zechuan's heart like a heavy hammer, his face became pale, and fear covered him overwhelmingly.

He hugged Ji Fanfan tightly in his arms, "I'm sorry, I..."

He buried himself in Ji Fanfan's neck, and hot tears welled up in his eyes, "Fanfan, I will always be with you, Fanfan, I will cherish, I will love you well..."

Ji Fanfan asked back in despair, "Fu Zechuan, do you think I will still love you now?"

Fu Zechuan hugged him tightly and cried bitterly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Ji Fanfan pulled his hand away indifferently.

Fu Zechuan is in a mess, he doesn't know what reason to use to keep him, or he is no longer worthy to keep him...

Ji Fanfan stood up and walked away, but Fu Zechuan grabbed the corner of his clothes again.

Fu Zechuan cried to see Ji Fanfan. He couldn't believe that the harm Ji Fanfan suffered came from himself. He didn't know what else he could do to ask for his forgiveness, but he just hoped that he would not leave.

Ji Fanfan's indifferent gaze fell on the clenched hem of the clothes, and in the next second Fu Zechuan's hands were as if frozen in ice, and his fingertips were completely cold.

He let go, but still looked at the person in front of him reluctantly, and immediately got up and followed behind him step by step.

Ji Fanfan: "Pack up your things and leave as soon as possible, I don't want to see you again."

"I won't go." Fu Zechuan replied hoarsely.

He took a deep breath oppressively, and said with a sob, "Fanfan... I will be responsible for the mistakes I made, and I will take care of you for the rest of my life!"

Ji Fanfan raised his feet and paused, leaving only three words coldly, "No need."

The relationship between them can only be like this.

Fu Zechuan looked at his back, remorse and self-blame tormented him so much that he couldn't die.

Why is this happening!Why did he make things so bad, so irreparable!

Why would he let him suffer like this...

Fu Zechuan put his hand on his forehead, and felt a tearing pain in his heart. Today, Ji Fanfan fainted from the pain because of the injury in his right hand, and he still has lingering fears in his heart. When he thinks that Ji Fanfan has endured this pain for a long time, he cannot forgive him. Own.

Fu Zechuan slapped himself violently, collapsed and fell on the spot crying...

This freezing atmosphere lasted for several days.

Fu Zechuan wanted to say something to make Ji Fanfan happy, but apart from apologizing, he felt that everything he said was wrong, and Ji Fanfan didn't even say a word to him anymore.

Fu Zechuan wanted to do something to make up for Ji Fanfan, so he worked hard to learn how to cook from the recipes, even though he would still make a mess.

He is still learning to do housework, making beds and trying to take care of Ji Fanfan's daily life. He wants to work hard to do something for him, but his clumsy behavior can't get back even a warm look.

The warm light of dusk fell into the house from the balcony, Ji Fanfan closed his notebook, picked up the kettle to pour a glass of water, but found that the kettle was empty.

When he walked out of the room with the kettle to fetch water, he saw Fu Zechuan lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

For the past week, Fu Zechuan has been sleeping on the sofa as a bed, but his height does not match the sofa. Even when he was lying there, Ji Fanfan felt that the couch in his house was inexplicably short.

He obviously didn't have a good rest here, but he stayed here for a week, and he couldn't drive him away. Even if Ji Fanfan ignored him, he still greeted him with a smile every day.

Ji Fanfan walked over, put the kettle on the table lightly, and caught a glimpse of Fu Zechuan's hand hanging under the sofa.

These hands seem to have been carefully created by the Creator. The fingers are so slender and delicate, and the fingertips are still lingering with a touch of powder. These are a pair of hands that are especially suitable for playing the piano or painting and writing.

But at this moment, on these hands, burns and wounds from cutting vegetables were left in all directions, making these hands that should be full of artistic atmosphere contaminated with smoke and dust that shouldn't be there.

Ji Fanfan stared blankly at his hand. Fu Zechuan used to be arrogant. Even after he broke up with Fu Zechuan a year ago, Fu Zechuan was still so strong, always ignoring his feelings, and even tried to force him to return to his home. to him.

But this time after Ji Fanfan came back, the most Fu Zechuan said to him was "I'm sorry". He still insisted on staying by his side.

Maybe Fu Zechuan really changed as he said, but how long can he last this kind of change?

a year?three years?five years?

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Ji Fanfan will not gamble the rest of his life on Fu Zechuan's changes in three to five years. Hasn't he stumbled enough on him...

"Fanfan..."

While Ji Fanfan was thinking about something in his mind, Fu Zechuan suddenly woke up.

He lowered his eyes and was about to leave, but Fu Zechuan immediately got up and hugged him tightly, his hoarse voice softly rang in his ears, "I love you, Fanfan, I really love you, don't go."

Fu Zechuan rubbed his cheek aggrievedly, "You haven't talked to me for a long time, can you talk to me?"

Ji Fanfan's eyes were very light, without any emotion, "What are you talking about?"

Hearing that he was willing to speak, Fu Zechuan was as happy as honey, and said quickly, "I'll show you something."

Under Ji Fanfan's calm gaze, he hastily took out a handbook with some old edges but still in good condition from behind him.

Fu Zechuan held the account book in front of Ji Fanfan cherishingly, "Fanfan, do you still remember this?"

Ji Fanfan looked at this old book expressionlessly, of course he remembered this handbook, how could he forget it.

This pocket book was made little by little by him full of hope and love, but unfortunately his hope and love became funeral objects of ridiculous lies. ?