The substantial floor-to-roof window ornaments were so firmly protected that there was practically no light, and it was difficult to tell whether it was day or night.
A boisterous chime rang, Fu Zhou picked up the telephone, prior to getting up, he took a gander at the resting teen with an upbeat grin, and kissed him tenderly under the side of his crying red and swollen eyes.
- I love you.
Not long after he left, there was an abnormal signal in the peaceful room.
Current advancement: 100%.
The first reddish face of the teen on the bed bit by bit turned pale, his light breathing started to vanish, and even the undulating chest got quiet. Notwithstanding cautious perception, nobody would even notification that this clear life had vanished.
Fu Zhou tuned in to the associate's report without saying a word. Everything was astounding yet underestimated.
Su Yang didn't lie, he and Wen Xuning just met twice.
Once was a nearby exhibition. Like a customary fan, he asked the other party for a signed photograph. The second time he was on the set, he got confined in light of the recording, and Wen Xuning stepped up to the plate and loan him a coat.
Something else, the two have no convergence.
Thinking about the kid's cry the previous evening and clarifying again and again, he let out a moan of foul breath.
This time, he wasn't right.
Taking care of the telephone, Fu Zhou pivoted and strolled into the room, taking a gander at the kid on the bed briefly, however he didn't have the foggiest idea how to confront it.
say sorry? Does it work? He knows in a way that is better than any other individual that once the injury is caused, there is no way of recuperation.
In any case, he actually couldn't give up.
He sat on the edge of the bed, loosened up his arms to embrace the kid, however his developments froze out of nowhere. At that point, a staggering trepidation streaked in his eyes.
After quite a while, he step by step quieted down, thinking about the words Su Yang rehashed the previous evening.
- You will lament this.
For quite a while, he said delicately: "Ayao, I think twice about it."
In any case, the kid on the bed didn't give him any reaction.
Fu Zhou lifted the blanket and got into the blanket, embraced the kid on the bed firmly, and afterward gradually shut his eyes.
He appeared to have become a figure, without any words, no developments, and no articulations. He just realized that he was holding Su Yang idiotically, his arms expanded gradually, as though he could abandon his darling kid.
In any case, what has passed is bound to be difficult to recuperate.
Leave him alone overwhelmingly amazing, let him be profound and upright, this kid has never had a place with him from start to finish.
He lived for a very long time, his heart moved unexpectedly, he had a particularly solid fixation on an individual unexpectedly, and unexpectedly genuinely to satisfy somebody, however in the end he wound up pitiably.
why... ...
He was unable to sort it out at any rate.
Did he treat it terribly?
Obviously he wasn't right!
He shouldn't be desirous, shouldn't be indiscreet, and shouldn't oppress him.
Yet, presently it is irreversible.
From that point on, there is no Su Yang on the planet.
The kid who played his guitar and murmured a little tune, and communicated love credibly, vanished for eternity.
Fu Zhou just felt that his chest appeared to be unfilled, and vanished alongside Su Yang's takeoff.
...
He was found from home a couple of days after the fact. At that point, he was cooking noodles in the kitchen and Su Yang's body was finding a spot at the table.
The collaborators and protectors hurried in, all staggered on the spot. There was a disagreeable foul smell in the room, which nearly made individuals need to upchuck on account of the long absence of ventilation.
Fu Zhou left the kitchen wearing housekeeping acquiescence with a quiet articulation. He put a bowl of tomato destroyed pork noodles before Su Yang and sat close to him, his voice adequately delicate to trickle.
He said: "I didn't put the green onion. I realize you don't care for the taste. Attempt to check whether it suits your hunger.
The associate felt that the supervisor before him was strange. Su Shao had clearly been dead for a few days, yet he adamantly wouldn't embrace the present situation. In the wake of living in this climate for a couple of days, it was not difficult to turn out to be intellectually disarranged.
He warily strolled to Fu Zhou and convinced: "Mr. Fu, you are heartbroken, Su Shao is dead..."
Fu Zhou raised his eyes daintily and took a gander at him, his eyes were cold and empty, without any feeling.
The associate's temple dropped the huge dabs of sweat, and he didn't try to talk any more, so he rushed out to call Miss Fu.
Fu Ya rushed over in the wake of getting the call, and didn't try to tell the elderly folks at home, particularly Mrs. Fu, on the grounds that she was anxious about the possibility that that her terrible heart couldn't bear the blow.
The second she saw Fu Zhou, her eyes promptly turned red.
This was the first occasion when that Fu Ya saw the half-dead look of her more youthful sibling. Her eyes were plainly not, at this point alive. It appeared to be that being alive was good for nothing to him, just confronting the rotting cadaver. mind-set.
She asked cautiously: "A Zhou, would you say you are, would you say you are as yet typical?"
Fu Zhou looked at her and asked, "Sister, what are you doing here, would you like to eat noodles? Ayao just said it's tasty, let me serve you a bowl."
He stood up and went to the kitchen.
Fu Ya's nose was sore, she ventured forward and embraced him, and said, "Azhou, don't do this. My sister feels troubled when she sees it... He is no longer there. For what reason would you say you are doing this?"
Fu Zhou didn't appear to comprehend what she was saying, and just said, "You would prefer not to eat it, so we should add another bowl to Ah Yao later."
Fu Ya shook her head, broken down and said, "Su Yao is no longer there, do you get it? Huh? He is dead!"
Fu Zhou drove her away, clearly somewhat despondent.
Fu Ya grasped his hand and convinced: "A Zhou, let Su Yao go to the dirt for harmony, if you don't mind tune in to your sister once, and let Su Yao be in harmony. Who are you tormenting this way? Will the dead feel terrible for you? No, He doesn't feel any longer, you will just concern me and my parents..."
Fu Zhou embraced Su Yang on his lap, and said briskly: "I realize you don't care for him. I will ensure him cautiously later on, and I won't allow you to menace him once more. Tell mother and let her let us be. It's up."
Fu Ya convinced him for some time, however Fu Zhou wouldn't tune in by any stretch of the imagination. He appeared to just live in his own reality. He was unable to tune in to the sentence alongside him. Just subjects identified with Su Yao could cause him to feel somewhat passionate. that is it.
Fu Ya needed to welcome Mr. Fu. The half-life veteran general promptly slapped Fu Zhou twice, however he didn't react by any stretch of the imagination. It was not until those individuals attempted to remove Su Yao's body that he out of nowhere halted. He got up on the ground to grab fiercely, as though totally lost his psyche.
Eventually, he was overpowered by in excess of twelve extraordinary warriors, given a sedative, and persuasively taken to the emergency clinic.
...
A quarter of a year later.
"Pursuing the Shadow" coordinated by Wang Peng authoritatively broadcasted. On the screen, a major kid in a white shirt and dark uniform jeans grinned gently and acquired the hearts of endless young ladies.
Remaining in the radiance of the setting sun, he took a gander at the young lady not far away, bowed his eyebrows, and that unadulterated trouble in a split second contaminated everybody in the film.
The consummation tune sounded gradually, and with Wen Xuning's low and friendly voice, the pity was delivered to the outrageous.
In this film, this male and female hero, who is as rich as an ink painting, looks significantly all the more stunning and astonishing.
This spring, there is a mystery love called Shengrui; there is a lament called Su Yao.
At the point when the groups left, a tall however dainty man left the film gradually, his forlorn figure was dreary, watching at odds with the clamoring roads.
He turned on the telephone, and on the screen saver were two men accepting one another, one dim and one white of a similar suit. The tall man took a gander at the kid in his arms gently, while the thin kid had his eyelashes brought down, somewhat timid and charming. .
— Here, my accomplice is as yet hanging tight for me to return home for supper.
— He is extremely desirous. On the off chance that I date an attractive person like the senior without saying a word, I will endure a genuine sin when I return home.
On the off chance that he saw this video from the start, perhaps nothing will happen a while later.
He pondered it more than once.
However, he additionally knew very well that despite the fact that he was amazed by envy that evening, for what reason didn't he uncover his most profound longing? That kid consistently looks tender, yet he really moved a piece earnestly?
Just with this savage strategy can Su Yang face up to his emotions rather than simply spur of the moment.
It's absurd. The dynamic individual who has never been passionate, however the detached individual is continuously sinking into the mud and unfit to remove himself.
On the off chance that there is a the hereafter, he won't ever give up.
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At 12 o'clock that evening, an auto collision happened on Changming Street.
Fu Zhou, the most outstanding entrepreneur in B city, failed to rescue and died on the spot.