Love shuffle

Fang Qining came out of the shower, and a glass of lemonade was placed on the coffee table impartially. He didn't even know there were lemons in the refrigerator.

The slices were soaked in water, and Lu An sat on the sofa and greeted him: "Drink less, hangover."

Fang Qining walked over in a daze and picked up the cup. He mixed some honey in it to relieve some of the bitterness. He held the glass and drank it in small sips, delaying time, as if he could retain the warmth for a while.

"It's 12:30." Lu An turned his head to look at the electronic clock hanging on the wall, reminding him implicitly that it was time to go to bed.

Fang Qining had a strange state of mind, he felt that Lu An was taking care of him like a child, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.He obediently put down his water glass and said, "Good night."

Driven by the night, due to the magic of holding hands, he made a wild and risky attempt.

He decided not to lock the master bedroom door.

I don't know when it started, but Fang Qining developed the habit of always locking the door behind him when he sleeps. Only in a dark and quiet environment, where he doesn't worry about anyone breaking in, can he sleep peacefully.As for frequent dreaming, there is no way to change it.

Lu An found out that he was sleeping with the cat in his arms the next day, and he didn't express any objection to it. Fang Qining habitually carried the cat back to the room, put his finger on the doorknob, paused for a while, and finally chose let go.

It is not that simple to change habits suddenly. Every corner of the suite is darkened, including the lighting on the bedroom roof.Before falling completely into the night, Fang Qining eagerly wanted to think of something in his mind to remember his existence.However, when he closed his eyes, what he saw was a puddle of bloody mucus, with bloody rust floating faintly.

It was the coldest period of time, the first snow fell suddenly, and the green belt was covered with cold white snow.It was probably a gimmicky reception. He was waiting for his brother in the corner of the hall, eating dessert slowly.Not many people know him, almost everyone regards him as a starlet who has no ambitions, and laughs at him for being pitiful and not seizing the opportunity, everyone is pushing drinks, only a starlet with dyed chestnut hair eat.

With his brother's permission, Fang Qining clapped his hands, left the boring reception, and walked towards the elevator.The entire building is his family's property, and the rooftop outside the penthouse is his frequented habitat.

There are no unusual flowers and plants, they are ordinary flower seeds that have been carefully taken care of, nestled next to the rattan chair and low table all year round, exuding an indescribable fragrance.A clump of wood sorrel climbed at the foot of the rattan chair, and in the pots were planted campanulas, baby's breath, and more flowers and trees that he couldn't name. middle.

The pillow stuffed with buckwheat husks made a crackling sound when leaned against it. After Fang Qining got used to it, he didn't find it too noisy.

Four sides of glass covered a small area, and the artificial warm air gently scratched the skin and hair tips. When he thought of such a gentle touch, he was more eager to go to the terrace to rest for a while.

The elevator door slammed happily, and opened its bright red teeth to both sides.The steps were facing the direction of the elevator, Fang Qining was wrapped in a soft and light coat, and met a woman with long hair.

She was wearing the most common white long dress and a cardigan that couldn't block the cold wind over her shoulders. She didn't look like she just got out of the reception at all.Even only a light layer of lip balm was applied, and the alloy railing was grasped in soft palms.

She slowly turned her face away, her well-shaped lips parted slightly, and said to Fang Qining——

A title, an apology, a lengthy farewell, or nothing at all.

Suffering does not disintegrate, it is a cycle of suffering.She has been standing on a high place all her life, and has tried countless times to get out of the loop. Later, she realized that she has been stepping on the Mobius ring, and no matter which direction she walks, she will eventually return to the original point.

Fang Xining walked forward, stepped down the steps, and passed through the flowers and trees. The woman's face was always hidden behind a cloud of mist.He suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, his body fell, he couldn't grasp anything around him, everything around him turned into darkness, Fang Qining bit his lower lip tightly, unable to make a sound.

Someone grabbed his hand.

Fang Xining opened his eyes, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, the light from the wall lamp was half covered by the figure.

The kitten stepped on his hand holding the quilt and rubbed it back and forth a few times, while the other person held his trembling left hand and said nervously: "Xiao Ning, are you having a nightmare?"

The flat heart was beating violently in the chest cavity, Fang Xining felt his throat was stuck with glue, his eyes were out of focus, he opened his mouth, looking around in a daze, unable to say anything.

He stood upright, forming a standard right angle with his two straight legs.

He woke up like this for countless nights, more than once a night, and the cycle went on and on.For a while, someone lived in another room, who hurried over and sat on the edge of the bed to look at him, frowning, looking at him with an indescribable look.When Fang Qining saw his expression, his heart sank back into the ice cellar.

Lu An's palm was very hot, ice and fire blended together, burning Fang Xining's dry and cold heart.He tightly held that warm hand, buried his head in Lu An's chest, panting heavily.

Lu An was surprised for a moment, and the other hand came around from behind and gently covered his protruding spine: "It's okay, it's okay."

He pressed hard against Lu An's chest, rather than the biting cold, he would rather plunge into the warm spring.

Happiness was once a low-hanging fruit for him, and now even a little bit of it seems so precious.The air at high places was thin, Fang Qining relaxed for a while.He couldn't overcome his instinctive desire for liking. Lu An had never done anything wrong. He pulled out his other hand, wrapped it tightly around Lu An's neck, and breathed heavily.

"Lu An..." Fang Qining murmured softly, as if he wanted to say something.

"Go to sleep," Lu An restrained his thoughts, and said softly, "It's still early, I'll go out when you fall asleep, sleep a little longer."

Fang Qining listened to his words very much, lay back on the bed slowly, Qiqi said: "Turn off the light."

Lu An was kind, and held his hand in the dark, until Fang Xining let out a slight breathing sound, then covered him with the quilt and returned to the guest room.

That night, Fang Qining briefly got rid of the trouble of abnormal dreams.

In the past, Fang Qining spent most of the day in the eye of the wind, but now he was at home for several days in a row.Lu An did what he said, and said to correct his schedule for him, he really changed the day and night upside down.

When he woke up the next day, Fang Qining was in a state of agitation. He sat blankly for a while, then walked out the door with his slippers on.

Lu An got up for a while, sitting and changing the script, and didn't notice that someone came over.He is a little short-sighted, but his count is not high, and he can get by with a pair of glasses at home.

Fang Qining especially loved watching him focus on revising the script. He realized a long time ago that Lu An was very good-looking. Although he was behind the scenes, he was not inferior to the stars on the stage.

"Xiao Ning." Lu An saw him, took off his glasses, and raised his hand to beckon him over.

Fang Qining obediently walked to his side, only then did he notice that it was raining outside.During the renovation, he specially installed sound-proof glass in the master bedroom. He didn't even bother to draw the curtains when he woke up. He left the room after a while, and couldn't see the gloomy sky outside.

The rain fell heavily, crackling and falling, and as soon as it touched the window sill, it disappeared and melted into a puddle of water.The fog on the glass window cleared and condensed again. Fang Xining stretched out his fingers and drew an unsmooth circle on it. The water vapor slowly dragged out countless tails and flowed down, finally converging in the crevice of the window sill.

The two sat side by side by the window and listened to the sound of the rain. Fang Qining stared out of the window. He originally wanted to take Xiao Xu to make an appointment.Fang Qining thinks so, at least Xiao Xu doesn't seem to have reached the point of avoiding medical treatment.

With the sound of the rain outside, he suddenly didn't want to go out.

The vegetables and fish that Lu An had ordered early in the morning had already been delivered to Fang Xining's house before Fang Xining woke up. He sorted them into the refrigerator familiarly, cooked a soup and stewed it on the stove. Not long after he was free, Fang Xining woke up.

Fang Qining was facing the window, while Lu An was still holding a pen in his hand. Before he came, he had printed a draft and brought it back for revision. Many team members who had worked with him had already offered him an olive branch, and they were just waiting for him to finalize the draft.Meng Mingyi also sent him an invitation in the morning, asking if he was free tomorrow, and invited him to have a gathering at home.

Both inside and outside the words mean cooperation. Meng Mingyi has supervised several box-office hit movies in recent years. To compliment the previous sentence, Mr. Meng has a unique eye, so there are no films that miss.

Lu An turned the pen in his hand, and kindly declined his invitation.

If it wasn't for this game, he probably wouldn't have had a moment in his life to take the initiative to deal with Meng Mingyi.Meng Mingyi leaned against a big tree to enjoy the shade, so he might not be able to get anywhere clean, what he learned in the past two years alone was enough for Meng Mingyi to drink a cup.

He didn't intend to show off, when Zhong Yao figured it out, when he called him, everything just started.

Fang Qining wringed his fingers in a daze, at first he was watching the raindrops seriously, but within a few minutes he started thinking wildly.He had an incalculable bad debt in his heart, only the page of Lu An clearly stated that Fang Qining did something wrong.

Every day after the reunion, he was happy and unhappy. Fang Qining didn't know what to do. He left with suffering and returned with a purpose. There should be no intervention by Lu An in this process, and he should always be at ease.

Breaking up is a short-term pain, but constantly sharing Fang Qining's suffering is a long-term pain.Waking up from a nightmare once, Lu An could comfort him thoughtfully, twice or three times, hundreds of times, and thousands of times. He came here so many nights. Sometimes even Fang Qining himself felt lifeless, so how could he let him be with him? tie themselves together.

Lu An called his name: "Xiao Ning, the rice is ready."

Fang Qining turned his face, every time Lu An called him Xiao Ning, it sounded like he was calling a child.He remembered what Xie Qiao said. People are embarrassing themselves most of the time, but occasionally they will have indulgent thoughts. He desperately grasped the fleeting things and said, "Okay."