In fact, he was already awake.

But he still lay on the bed and didn't move.

He could feel the shadow falling in front of him, but he was still asleep as always, so he didn't move until the figure disappeared and the door closed.

After a long time, his hand touched the somewhat cold bed, Zhou Fu opened his eyes and got up and sighed, stretched out his hand and groped for a while, and lit a cigarette.

Qiao Yi was dressed like a beast when he came, and he couldn't even pretend to be that Sven scum when he left, Qiao Shang looked at his son with a look of disbelief: "You really play like this for others?" ”

Father Han rummaged through the entire ship and couldn't find his son, so he yelled at Qiao Shang, "Where is my son?!" Where has my son been tossing you around? ”

Qiao Shang sneered: "You have it, my son came over with good legs when he came, and now he has to carry it to get out, and you don't know where to hide." ”

Father Han was so angry that he wanted to jump to his feet, "Fart!" My son has never known from birth that it is necessary to be weak in harming others. ”

"......" Qiao Shang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and raised his hand, "Let's go." ”

Carrying Qiao Yi's stretcher and setting sail, Han's father's eyes instantly cooled, and he raised his foot and kicked it, Qiao Shang heard a plopping sound, and looked back, tsk, his son, who had always looked up to see people, was kicked by this kick and snorted, rolled down from the stretcher very lightly, and fell into the water.

It's a splash of water.

Not to mention how Qiao Shang was naturally affectionate, this meeting just made him raise his eyebrows, and looked at Han's father with a smile: "Han Nian Cake, how about I compensate you if your son loses it." ”

Father Han gritted his teeth: "Fuck you, believe it or not, I kicked you into the water." ”

Qiao Shang bowed: "You scold, then scold, I listen a little cool." ”

“……”

In fact, all language cannot do any harm to perverts.

When Han Fang came back, his face was unexpectedly pale, and a group of hypocritical people surrounded him to ask questions, all of whom were called back by Han's father one by one to question the whereabouts of his son.

Han Fang glanced coldly over those hypocritical faces, and his lips lifted: "Noisy." ”

So the surroundings fell silent.

He lifted his eyelids, "Get out." ”

So they scattered with interest.

Some people noticed that something was wrong, why did this young master Han come back from a trip, and he was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt on his body in the big summer, and the zipper was pulled to his neck to cover his head tightly.

"Where have you been this night?"

Han put his head and perfunctory his old man, "I have amnesia, don't ask me." ”

"......" Han's father changed the topic, "Isn't it too hot to wear long sleeves?" ”

"I'd love to."

Leaving these three words and leaving him Laozi, he wrapped his clothes tightly and went back to the room, leaving him Lao Tzu alone and looking confused.

How did his son come back from a trip, and it became a little weird.

As soon as Han Fang returned to the room, he locked the door, took off his clothes, went straight to the toilet, and looked at the bruises on his neck, the unusually vivid kiss marks, and his face was gloomy.

He really wanted to castrate Qiao Yi, the culprit.

Father Han found out that his son had changed since his birthday.

Nestled at home from morning to night, locked in his room and didn't know what to think, and the long-sleeved collar wrapped his neck tightly, as if there was some secret in it.

People were also silent a lot, and the only one who was the most active after a meal was Father Han who was entertaining himself, and he was suddenly unhappy, poking his son What's wrong, he didn't raise his eyes.

Joke, do you want Han Fang to tell him that your son almost gave it to someone, and he is still thinking about castrating the person who wants to fall in love with him.

When I thought about it, I suddenly thought of a question.

Han Fang was finally willing to open his mouth and asked, "How is Qiao Yi?" ”

His face was inexplicable: "What's the matter?" ”

Han Fang's brows furrowed, and he heard him say slowly: "If you have nothing to do, I don't care what he does, just walk over and carry him out, it doesn't matter." ”

“……”

After being silent for more than ten days, Han Fang received a phone call.

He stared down at the string of numbers for a moment, then reached out to pick it up.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while before he said, "Han Fang, it's me." ”

It's Zhou Fu.

Han Fang's hand squeezed the phone tightly, and a burst of indescribable irritability surged in his heart, and he exhaled and looked at the two old turtles in the tank who were killing each other and stepping on each other, "Something?" ”

"I want to see you."

The other end was silent for a while, and even Zhou Fu's heart began to tremble faintly, and he heard Han Fang say, "Time, place." ”

His heart finally fell, he breathed a sigh of relief, reported the time and the name of the place, and almost at the moment when he finished speaking, Han Fang hung up the phone.

He put down his phone with a lost heart.

Han Fang has never been afraid of things, and he will not refuse to come no matter what.

At this moment, he stared at his firm face in the mirror: "Don't coward, just do it." ”

So he set off majestically, before leaving, he glanced at his neck a few times, estimated that the weather was a little cold, so he pulled a long sleeve to wrap himself tightly, and drove away with more horsepower.

The ten minutes journey was just a few minutes for him, and when he arrived at the place, Han Fang was a little entangled and didn't want to get out of the car, and a wave of irritability surged in his heart for no reason.

He really doesn't know how to face the first person in his life to bite him.

Han Fang thought to himself with an expressionless face, Zhou Fu might not have come over so early. So he unbuckled his seatbelt, closed the door, turned around and walked towards the park.

Zhou Fu asked him to come to a remote abandoned park, if you ignore the rusty sports equipment, in fact, the landscape is quite good.

However, Han Fang's underestimation was wrong.

Zhou Fu seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, and just a few steps forward, Zhou Fu happened to hear the movement and turned his head to look at him, his eyes looked at him with a little surprise, and then raised a smile and said, "You are here." ”

The eyes are indescribably gentle and gentle, gratuitously reminiscent of the kiss and helpless pampering that night.

Han Fang just hummed, they tacitly didn't mention the events of that night, and asked Han Fang to say that he just remembered that night was cool, and then when he opened his eyes, he was almost not scared.

It's a nightmare.

Or Zhou floated up a conversation.

"I'm leaving."

Han Fang's humanitarian symbolic question: "Where to go?" ”

Zhou Fu did not answer.

This person seems to be a little thin, he is already thin, his brows are wrinkled impatiently at the moment, his eyes are full of cold and tasteless loneliness, he purses his lips and is indifferent to the world, as if he has always disdained ants.

The face in front of him slowly coincided with the other opposite, the eyes were moist and helpless, and the eyebrows were delicate and dazed and slowly blooming a gorgeous and affectionate color.

Zhou Fu lowered his eyes and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you don't stand on an equal footing with this person, you can't even think of holding him in your arms and kissing him lightly in this life.

Then in order to get it, you have to do your best to have it, even if you do something you don't want to do, as long as the result is wishful, then a qiē is worth it.

He said slowly: "On your birthday, I don't seem to have time to give you a gift yet." ”

At the mention of this embarrassing remark, Han Fang reflexively stiffened for a moment, and then gave up on himself, thinking that it was himself who was happy anyway, but there was always a little bit of shame.

Maintaining an expressionless face, Han Fang looked down at the ray of sunlight that fell at his feet, "You called me today to ......"

"I'm here to say goodbye to you." Zhou Fu took over the conversation, his posture was straight, his face was intimidating and unsmiling at any time, but his eyes looked at the young man in front of him a little softly, as if he could see through his discomfort and faint resistance, and his eyes were a little dim when he thought about it.

But he pursed his lips and handed over something.

Han Fang looked at the military knife handed over, although he didn't know the goods, he knew that it was better than a kitchen knife, and looked up at Zhou Fu, the things in the latter's eyes always made him incomprehensible, and at this moment he raised the corners of his lips slightly with tenderness that he didn't want to understand: "Birthday gift." ”

The shell is engraved with a line in English.

Lookingforwardtoourreunion

However, the deeper meaning is probably Zhou Fu's inexplicable thoughts.

I look forward to seeing you again, and I hope you will wait for me.

Han Fang slowly, slowly provoked a casual smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Thank you." ”

The irritability in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Until I left, I couldn't reduce it.

If Han Fang was willing to look back, he could see that Zhou Fu had been staring at his back, until he disappeared, and then lowered his eyes in despair with frustration.

He took Zhou Fu's farewell and walked away without looking back.

There has never been anything that Han Fang can miss.

Never.

At this time, it was afternoon, the sun was slightly setting in the west, and Han Fang drove around all afternoon, he didn't know where he drove to, until night fell, he stopped in front of a bar.

The owner of the bar knew him.

Listening to the irritable little master, he frowned slightly and ordered lightly: "A private room, no people." After a pause, he added, "Serve the wine." ”