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At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the night wind by the sea was as cold as ice knives.

Fu Juehan sat on the stone steps of the balcony, with his elbows on his knees. He put the cigarette to his lips and took a sip, sparks flickered. When he opened his lips and exhaled, the thick white smoke was instantly blown away by the wind.

At his feet, there were seven or eight smoked cigarette butts and two drops of dried blood scattered. The wound he had not treated carelessly had begun to scab, and a brick-red bloodstain spread from his temple to his jaw.

The cold wind was bleak, and an invisible cloud was pressing above his head.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door, Fu Juehan didn't intend to get up, but the door opened by itself.

A narrow light pierced the darkness, and he looked back grimly to see a pair of yellow, furry ears sticking in, followed by Pikachu's round, awkward body.

Recognizing it was Meng Yi at first sight, Fu Juehan turned his hand to put out his cigarette, and closed the sliding door of the balcony.

Pikachu, who had just squeezed in, was stunned for a moment, and the lifelike doll's head drooped down in a lonely way, with both ears drooping on its head.

As if he was the puppy shut out.

"I smoke a lot, and the smell is strong." Fu Juehan's tone was soft, but without any emotional ups and downs.

Only then did Pikachu dare to come over slowly, clinging to the sliding glass door, squatting himself into a small ball, sticking both hands on the door, as if patting Fu Juehan's shoulder from the air.

This doll costume is very exquisitely made, and it is Meng Yi's most precious treasure. Before he was ten years old, he would always stuff himself in it, and then dance for himself in front of the mirror. With a light pinch, Pikachu's ears will stand up.

Just like it is now.

Every time Pikachu pricked up his ears, he rubbed his head against the glass, and when the movement was too large, the right-angled tail on his buttocks would sway along with it, as if carefully begging him to let himself in.

Fu Juehan's heart softened, and he stretched out his hand to open the door.

Meng Yi went in very carefully without making a sound, and found a small place on the stone steps to sit down, a punch away from him.

The uninterrupted company is the most reassuring. Fu Juehan felt a little better, and asked him, "Are you choking?"

Pikachu shook his head, picked up the cigarette and lighter with his two fingerless hands, lighted it with difficulty, and almost burned his hand because of his inflexible movements, and finally managed to hold it between his hands, and handed it tremblingly Fu Juehan's lips.

"Stop smoking, choking you."

Meng Yi shook his head, and passed the cigarette forward again, Fu Juehan smiled, and took a puff with his hand.

Pikachu became happy, and pricked his ears several times in a row, his round body moved closer, and his hairy head rubbed against his thigh, looking like he wanted to stick but didn't dare.

He was rarely so obedient, quietly like a small animal, Fu Juehan took the cigarette over and crushed it after only two puffs, and asked him, "Are you comforting me?"

Meng Yi hesitated for two seconds, and said: "Li Yang said that you don't like to be disturbed at this time, but I'm really worried, so I came here. I won't talk or disturb you. Can you let me stay with you for a while?"

Fu Juehan's heart was almost melted, and the rampant anger in his chest was slowly extinguished.

He spread his palm towards Meng Yi, and Pikachu immediately put his head on it, and raised his two paws to hug his arm.

"Sorry to scare you today."

Meng Yi said, "Is it because of me that you—"

"It has nothing to do with you." Fu Juehan interrupted him directly: "It's my problem. He returned home very suddenly this time, and he avoided all my secret calls. He caught me off guard."

He said with a teasing smile: "The next day I confessed, I found out that my boyfriend's house is Hey Society, do you regret being with me?"

"What are you talking about!" Meng Yi raised his head and bumped him, "What that beast did has nothing to do with you—"

After a pause, he curled his lips resentfully: "I'm sorry, I seem to have scolded your father."

Fu Juehan smiled, patted his thigh, and motioned for him to sit up.

Meng Yi struggled to open his legs, and was hugged into his arms as soon as he sat down.

"Suck for a while." He said hoarsely, and buried his head in the neck of the person, like burying a cat's belly.

Meng Yi didn't move, and obediently played the role of a doll. Seeing the injury on his forehead under the moonlight, his heart throbbed with pain.

"Not everyone can be called a father," Fu Juehan closed his eyes, "at least he can't."

Meng Yi patted him on the back: "Brother Han, as long as you are willing to speak, I will listen."

Fu Juehan tightened his grip on him.

"When I was young, before I was ten years old, Qi Han was always a loving and refined father. He would hold my hand and teach me to write, and let me pick flowers on his shoulders. I asked many times why I Not Qi."

Fu Juehan paused for two seconds, then smiled suddenly: "He and the servant agreed that it was to commemorate my mother who died of illness. Coincidentally, his lover has the same surname as mine."

Meng Yi asked, "Is my lover the man on the phone?"

Fu Juehan acquiesced.

"As long as I can remember, he has lived at home. The son of the first wife and the male lover who came from behind, I also know that the relationship between us will not be harmonious, but we just treat each other as air and don't interfere with each other until I find him In connection with my mother's death."

Meng Yi was confused: "He killed your...mother?"

Fu Juehan neither admitted nor denied, bitterness flickered on the corners of his lips, "I found some clues, and as I searched further, I found that the truth became more and more shocking. More and more evidence points to him, and all the servants in the house are secretive. It hints how badly Fu Ge has harmed my mother, and even my unborn brother died because of him."

Meng Yi was stunned: "How could this be..."

Fu Juehan said: "I was so angry that I had nightmares all night long. I dreamed that my mother and younger brother were covered in blood and asked me for help. Finally, one day I couldn't take it anymore."

"what have you done?"

"I lured him into an old house, locked the door, and set a fire, but—"

He took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell violently: "But I was completely wrong."

Fu Juehan will never forget the scene that day. He and Fu Ge had just been rescued from the flames. Before they could stand still, Qi Han kicked him ten meters away. On the head, the angry man pinched his neck and asked: "How dare you!"

The elegance and kindness of the past fell off his face like a mask. If Fu Ge hadn't tried his best to stop him, Fu Juehan was sure that his respected "father" would have shot him to death.

It was also on that day that he finally realized that he was not Qi Han's son at all, but a bargaining chip he used to threaten Fu Ge.

"So Uncle Fu is your biological father? Qi Han has been cooperating with servants to lie to you?" Meng Yi asked.

Fu Juehan said, "Yes."

"..."

There was chaos in his head, Meng Yi was stunned, he couldn't think about how the teenage Fu Juehan would face this fact.

But he just gave a wry smile and continued: "My father participated in a public welfare jing donation when he was studying abroad, and later jing was fortunate to be chosen by a white girl who believed in non-marriage, that is, my real mother. gave birth to me."

"Because all of this was done in secret, and Fu Ge was arrested by Qi Han and locked up in China before he even finished his studies, so he didn't know from the beginning to the end that there was a son with his blood in this world."

Until the day when he finally found a chance to get rid of Qi Han, the son he had never met before became the opponent's trump card to threaten him.

Fu Juehan's mother fell seriously ill shortly after giving birth, and didn't want to send the child to an orphanage, so she contacted his father several times, but Qi Han intercepted the news.

At that time, his business had just been hit hard by Fu Ge, and the seemingly harmless Pillowman hibernated for five years before finding a chance to deal him a fatal blow.

Just when Fu Ge escaped from the villa and rushed into the airport, thinking that he could welcome a new life, Qi Han carried the child up to the rooftop, and said to him, "If you dare to step out, I will throw this child to death."

The truth was so bizarre that Meng Yi's throat felt dry after hearing it.

He lowered his head in silence, unable to speak for a while, and a few drops of warm water stained Pikachu's chin inside the hood.

"Uncle chose you." He raised his head and put his paw on Fu Juehan's palm.

Fu Juehan smiled wryly: "Yes, he chose me... He gave up all the freedom of the rest of his life for me, but I almost burned him to death."

Qi Han couldn't stand anyone getting close to Fu Ge, even his own son, so he spent ten years setting up this trap to separate the father and son, but he didn't expect to use too much force and almost killed his lover.

Fu Ge knew Qi Han's bad nature very well, so he never dared to be alone with his son, and dared not show the slightest love and liking.

Only when he was tortured to the point of collapse would he quietly go to the door of the children's room, watching him abandon all the sons he had brought back, and call his father to the devil who persecuted him.

And he could only hide outside the door, answering very softly, pretending that it was calling himself.

At the same time, Jiangcheng.

Qi Han has already got off the plane.

The Qi family's villa was built on the top of the mountain in the outer suburbs. Along the winding mountain road, you have to pass through layers of guard posts. The favorable terrain and perfect security make this an excellent place of imprisonment. Let alone escape, Fu Ge even has the opportunity to go out. They are pitifully few.

"Did you find out?" Qi Han took off his leather gloves and threw them to the bodyguards.

"Found it, Mr. Xiao escaped over the wall."

He sneered, and pushed open the door: "Add another ten centimeters to the plastic fence on the wall, pay attention to check that there are no sharp points, I see how he can—"

Before he finished speaking, he froze in a daze.

The huge living room was dark, with only the light of the night light from the circular sofa in the corner. Fu Ge quietly curled up in the halo and dozed off, with his arms around his knees, and the sleeping cat was at his feet.

His long hair was scattered over his shoulders, covering most of his side face. His figure was so slender that his gender could not be discerned. He held a mobile phone like a wife who was waiting for her husband to come home late and accidentally fell asleep.

Qi Han paused in his footsteps, looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction, and the hostility and evil fire in his heart dissipated without a trace left.

He can't remember how many years he hasn't seen Fu Ge like this, quiet, soft, obedient, willing to spend a few hours doing something for him, even if it's just waiting for him to come home, even if it's just to please him Bad drama.

He walked over softly, took off his coat and covered him, then knelt down on one knee, and kissed him between the eyebrows.

Even the slightest touch of Fu Ge woke him up immediately. He first shook his head, and the moment he saw the person in front of him, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and the smile on the corner of Qi Han's mouth disappeared: "You just Afraid of me?"

"No," Fu Ge closed his eyes, and spread out his palms towards him. There were two or so fresh platycodon flowers lying in his palms, and the stem of one of them was still stained with dirt.

Qi Han immediately laughed again, moodiness has been his normal state in recent years.

"Give it to me?"

Fu Ge nodded, "Auntie said this is the last crop of this year, so I went out and picked a few, and wanted to give it to you."

Qi Han took the flowers and kissed his palm lightly: "I like this reason very much, and it's very clever."

Fu Ge looked away and pointed to the easel in the center of the living room. Qi Han walked over and lifted the dustproof cloth, revealing a large field of roses painted with paint, with a word - Han printed on the lower right corner.

"Did you draw it for me?" Qi Han didn't think about other possibilities at all.

"Ah."

He was ecstatic, and ran back to hug Fu Ge: "You are so good today, what do you want?"

The latter froze for a moment, "I, I don't want to eat beef brisket, it smells like mutton."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was rubbed, Qi Han seemed helpless: "Didn't you ask for the name to eat? Forget it, I will make something else for you tomorrow."

Fu Ge raised his hand and grabbed his little finger, wrapped his finger around it as if he had no strength, and shook it lightly: "Also, Ah Jue..."

Qi Han closed his mouth, lowered his eyes where he couldn't see, his voice was still gentle: "He will be fine, my people have already withdrawn, you are still here, how could I hurt him."

Fu Ge's heart trembled, pretending not to understand what he meant, Qi Han's patience was about to run out, and he knelt down on one knee and asked him what else he wanted.

Fu Ge lowered his eyes in a daze for half a second, leaned against his legs, and whispered again and again: "Tonight...I don't want to do it..."

"..."

"Why?" Qi Han was silent for a long time, pinched his chin, knelt down on one knee and looked directly into his eyes: "But you haven't been with me for half a year."

Fu Ge was silent, and he helped someone pin their hair behind their ears: "I'm gentle, is that okay?"

This time Fu Ge just closed his eyes.

But silent resistance was useless, Qi Han's kiss still fell.

He kissed Fu Ge's forehead to the back of his ear along his long hair, poked his fingers through the V-neck of the sweater, and stroked the collarbone. His body in his arms trembled, and he was hugged horizontally in the next second.

The sleeping cat was awakened, and immediately jumped and ran away after meowing. Fu Ge stared blankly at the handrail of the stairs, like a bunch of dodder flowers that were about to die, being forced to wrap around the thorns.

Time didn't seem to leave any trace on him, only his thinner figure reminded Qi Han that the person in his arms was no longer the boy who rode his horse through several prayer flags on the grassland just to pray for his health.

Back in the room, Qi Han put him down and turned to get things.

Fu Ge stared at his back for a moment, then raised his hand to unbutton himself.

When Qi Han came back, what he saw was a naked and sickly body, like a pair of gray eyes inlaid on the walking dead, and every subtle expression of his showed that the next thing was for him How difficult, how painful.

Qi Han smiled self-deprecatingly, walked over without looking sideways, shook off the silk pajamas in his hand, put them on him, and put them on little by little.

Fu Ge was stunned, "Don't do it..."

Qi Han just smiled: "During a business trip, I met a lady who has a lot of research on this kind of silk fabric. I consulted with her for half a month before weaving this pajamas. At least... the time I was at home. Don't throw it away for a few days, okay?"

"......Um."

The moonlight was very bright tonight, Qi Han carried him to the small bed by the bay window, hugged him into his arms through a layer of quilt, and helped him braid his long hair to one side while talking about trivial matters during the business trip.

Fu Ge listened quietly, and asked while he was speaking: "A Jue, have you talked about a boyfriend?"

"Well, I've seen it, it's the kid from the Meng family."

Fu Ge was silent, and stretched out his hand from under the quilt to touch Qi Han's side face: "Brother Qi, can you... make him happy for a while, the first time he called Dad when he was a child, he called it to you, you remember?"

Qi Han remained silent for a long time, before he leaned into someone's ear and opened his lips: "Xiao Ge, you know, I don't want to do anything to hurt you and him, but if you leave me again..."

"Once again, we'll die together."

The author says:

Deputy CPs Qi Han and Fu Ge have opened an independent book, which is the crazy and white-cut wife chasing hzc in "Love Pain" next door. If you are interested, you can go and have a look, it is HE.