Qiu Mai was crowded in front of the cake, and everyone sang happy birthday. The elementary school girl was so moved that she cried and made a wish while blowing out the candles.
While the lights were still dark, Fu Yucheng silently approached Liang Fu. Senior Sister Liang was very open-minded and pretended to be attending a birthday party.
Fu Yucheng secretly squeezed her hand in the darkness, lowered his head slightly, and whispered into her ear: "Who did Senior Sister bribe to sneak in?"
Liang Fu smiled and said, "Ask Yang Ming."
Fu Yucheng ate this meal half-heartedly. He held the chopsticks in his right hand and held down Liang Fu's restless hand that secretly squeezed the muscles of his waist using the coat hanging on the back of the chair as a cover.
He suspected that Senior Sister Liang was not here to have this meal, but was here to torture him on purpose.
Nearly half of the seven-person group is in the third year of graduate school this year. They are looking for jobs and further studies, and they all have their own futures. Even Qiu Mai is in his senior year, and a birthday party brings out the sadness of his uncertain future.
Later, they each presented gifts, and Fu Yucheng presented a Lamy pen. Qiao Maizhen accepted it with great care and said with a smile to Fu Yucheng: "I used this pen to fill in the postgraduate application materials. Senior, please wish me all the best."
The party broke up and it was already dark outside. It was obvious that Fu Yucheng and Liang Fu were still in the next stall. Everyone said goodbye to them and went away. A bunch of people were noisy, vying to get the heater of the taxi first. The winter in Chongcheng was really too cold.
The smoky gray coat on Fu Yucheng's body looked familiar to Liang Fu, and she remembered that he had worn it when he went to see her on New Year's Eve. It turns out that the two have known each other for such a long time, more than a year.
"What are you looking at?" Fu Yucheng didn't move his gaze. He felt in his pocket to find a cigarette, and then he remembered that he had left it in the box.
Liang Fu took the opportunity to come over and said with a smile: "I have some here, do you want it?" All her clothes were at two extremes: mature and childish. Today, she looked extremely childish with a fluffy white coat. She was wrapped into a rabbit. The face is a pale pink white glaze, and the eyes are dark and bright.
Fu Yucheng lowered his head to look at her, "If you're not used to smoking, keep it to yourself."
The wind was strong and cold, so the senior sister rarely asked for milk tea, "Since there are performances only in the spring, it's okay to lose weight before now."
Fu Yucheng bought a pack of cigarettes from a nearby convenience store, and then accompanied her to queue. A shop in a narrow alley was crowded with couples. Liang Fu ordered purple rice tea, added more taro balls, and ordered three-point sugar to comfort herself.
Liang Fu drank the milk tea in one breath, broke away from Fu Yucheng's hand holding her, took off the lid and scooped out the taro balls with a spoon. The two of them walked for almost a kilometer before they realized they had no destination. They were now parked in front of an alley they had never been to before.
Fu Yucheng looked at the street sign. Liang Fu threw the milk tea cup into the trash can, put her hands into the pockets of her plush coat, stood on tiptoes and said, "Fu Yucheng, take me home."
Fu Yucheng immediately turned his head to look at her and paused for a few seconds. She thought he didn't hear clearly and was about to say it again, but he suddenly grabbed her arm and took her to the side of the alley without any explanation.
Pushing her back and supporting her arms on the stone wall made of blue bricks, Fu Yucheng lowered his head and kissed her fiercely while threatening: "Are you going home again?"
She could hardly stand still. She pinched the cuffs of his coat with both hands and begged for mercy in a low voice: "...I won't come back, I won't come back."
Fu Yucheng snorted softly, seeming to be satisfied. He blocked her from the cold wind passing through the alley, and went over old accounts, "I sent you home in the middle of the night last year. Do you know how I got back to school? After two days of walking, I sent you home." Three kilometers away, ask your classmates to pick you up - do you have to live so far away?"
"Then you still pretend to be nonchalant? Just say no, and I'll send you back."
"Well, you give it to me, and I'll give it to you again, in an endless cycle."
Liang Fu laughed heartily, took the initiative to put her arms around his shoulders, and leaned on him on tiptoes. Her words sounded like a ploy: "...Fu Yucheng, I won't go back today."
As he walked towards a nearby hotel, Fu Yucheng remembered that he didn't bring his ID card.
Unexpectedly, Liang Fu blinked and said, "I have it."
"You're plotting against me, right?"
Liang Fu couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you willing to jump into the pit?"
In the end, the two of them called a car instead of going to the hotel. Liang Fu reported a place not far from here. In the car, Liang Fu explained to him that it was an apartment that she had entrusted her aunt to help rent in the same community before returning to Chongcheng and renovated it. The apartment was close to the theater, so if the performance was too late in the future, she would move in directly.
Fu Yucheng knew that Liang Fu had an aunt who worked in interior design, but he had never been lucky enough to meet her.
"Master's wife has no objection?"
She hung on him like a child, her chin resting on his shoulder, pressing down with all her strength, "Of course you can't tell my mother."
"Using your aunt as a cover?"
"My aunt is a nice person and supports me."
Fu Yucheng laughed dumbly.
Soon we arrived at the community that Liang Fu mentioned. The surrounding area was clean and tidy, the gates were tightly guarded, and it was in the city center. It was self-evident how expensive the land price was.
Liang Fu swiped the access control with her card, dragged Fu Yucheng in, and peeked around.
"What are you guarding against?"
"My aunt."
"This is your tiger-skin flag. Are you still guarding her?"
"Otherwise, what would you say when we meet? Who told you not to bring your ID card?"
Fu Yucheng: "..."
The two of them went to the sixteenth floor safely. Liang Fu took the keys from her handbag and opened the door and said, "We have to get up early tomorrow and go out before eight o'clock, otherwise we are very likely to run into my aunt..."
As soon as the door opened, the room was filled with bright light, making Liang Fu almost doubt her life and was stunned on the spot.
Liang Fu's aunt Liang Bijun was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in her hand. Shi Shiran turned around and said hello: "You're back?" His eyes swept over Fu Yucheng, and he paused, but didn't react much. .
Before Liang Fu could speak, Liang Bijun explained: "Come here and measure the formaldehyde index."
Liang Fu bravely pushed Fu Yucheng into the room, "...Auntie, this is..."
"Fu Yucheng, right? Nice to meet you." Liang Bijun unplugged the socket of the instrument used to measure formaldehyde, held it in his hand, and nodded slightly to Fu Yucheng, "You guys should rest early."
Liang Bijun walked to the door and stopped again, "Oh, by the way, Liang Fu. I won't go to the studio tomorrow, so you don't have to go out before eight o'clock, just sleep more."
"..." Liang Fu just wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
When the door closed, Liang Fu threw herself into the sofa and buried her head into the pillow, "...you know why I avoid my aunt, right? She is scary in another sense, so calm and scary."
Fu Yucheng said with a smile, "You are afraid of your father, your mother, and your aunt, but you are not afraid of me."
"Why should I be afraid of you? You are just a paper tiger..." She stretched out her arm to poke his cheek. "I thought it was solid, but in fact I took it down easily."
"Well," Fu Yucheng said seriously, "anyway, the person who ran from Tianjin to Beijing in the middle of the night to seek peace was not you."
"I'm not going to sue for peace!" Liang Fu got up, sat upright and looked at him, she was no longer so arrogant, "...I'm going to break off our relationship with you."
"Oh?" Fu Yucheng was very disapproving.
"Really, really, at that time I thought, if you don't forgive me, I will break up with you."
Fu Yucheng teased, "If you burn me a few more times, I'll forgive you."
"Isn't it not permed? You are so stingy."
Fu Yucheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "You are very good at beating people up."
Liang Fu still wanted to argue, so he clamped her arm, lowered his head and blocked her mouth. He didn't let her go until she was breathless, laughing extremely viciously.
All the soft furnishings in this apartment are new, with many dark green elements and a retro style decorated with brass. Most of the gadgets were chosen by Liang Fu herself. She couldn't help but drag Fu Yucheng around and introduce them one by one with pride.
After being introduced to the bedroom, she sat Fu Yucheng on the dark green leather sofa in the corner, raised her hand and turned on the floor lamp next to her, "Is this sofa comfortable?"
Fu Yucheng said "hmm" and used the light of the floor lamp to look at her. Her fair cheeks were naturally rosy with joy, and her bright eyes were like a bright hook.
Fu Yucheng grabbed her arm and pulled her. She tripped on the carpet and fell forward. Someone hugged her waist at the right time and with some help, she sat on Fu Yucheng's lap impartially.
Liang Fu took a breath and was a little stunned. After a moment of silence, her tense body relaxed. She bent down like a reed, held Fu Yucheng's head, and gave him a kiss.
The sound insulation effect of the window should be excellent, and you can't hear the wind outside the window at all.
Maybe the central air conditioner was turned on too high and people were sweating all over. It's getting late at night. An hour passed, and they knew every detail of each other's body, except for the last step.
Fu Yucheng went to the ground to look for a cigarette in his pocket. When he lit it, Liang Fu stretched out her mutton-fat jade-like arm from under the quilt and reached out to grab it. She was lying on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette, her feet still entangled with Fu Yucheng's.
Liang Fu started to cough, and Fu Yucheng took it back, "I asked you to take it back."
Liang Fu's black hair spreads on the satin fabric, like a stream of flowing water. Fu Yucheng took her hair in his hand and twisted it around his finger.
Liang Fu looked at him with a smile, "... Fu Yucheng, you don't have to challenge the limit of your tolerance." She couldn't put the invitation into words more plainly.
Fu Yu held it far away, fearing that the ash would fall and burn him. He looked down at her. In the silence, his eyes gradually deepened and took on another meaning.
Liang Fu felt a little uneasy in the silence. She sat up and raised her fingers to touch his face.
He grabbed it with his fingers and squeezed it hard into his hand. When he lowers his head, the shadows cast by his eyelashes cover his eyes, always showing a certain melancholy, like a quality that goes deep into his soul and cannot be cured by any medicine or stone.
Fu Yucheng turned to look at her, with a hint of self-loathing deep in his eyes, and then asked him to cover it up with Meng Lang.
He took her hand and touched it to his lips, and said like a shameless dandy: "It's so delicious that I can't bear to finish it all at once."
Liang Fu's face grew hot, she pulled her hand back and slapped him lightly on the forehead, "...I'm too lazy to pay attention to you! I'm going to take a shower."
When Liang Fu left the room, the smile on Fu Yucheng's face gradually faded.
He stood up, put his feet on the carpet, picked up his clothes and put them on, and opened the window. The cold wind immediately swept away the warm air mixed with aromatherapy in the room.
He leaned against the window, blew in the cold wind for a while, and went outside to look for someone with bare feet.
Liang Fu's new yukata is also childish, with a cow pattern and a hat with horns. She put a bath towel over her shoulders, her wet hair let down, and stood barefoot in front of the refrigerator looking for something to eat.
Fu Yucheng crossed his arms and looked at her without making a sound. She turned over a cup of yogurt, turned around and was almost startled, "Are you walking silently?"
"You still eat secretly in the middle of the night?"
Liang Fu said "hum" and went to sit down at the dining table. She took off the lid and scooped it up with a small spoon and put it into her mouth.
Fu Yucheng sat on the chair next to her, put his arm on her waist, turned around and said, "Give me a bite."
"You won't get it yourself."
Fu Yucheng laughed, "Are you angry?"
Liang Fu neither admitted nor denied it.
Fu Yucheng took a small plate placed on the table and shook out the cigarette ashes, "Liang Fu." He called her by her first and last name, his tone more serious than usual.
Liang Fu paused and slowed down her hand movements.
"There are some things I haven't told you yet."
Liang Fu was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Could it be that you..."
Fu Yucheng glared at him.
Liang Fu laughed softly, yes, how could it be possible, she had touched it with her own hands.
Liang Fu waited patiently, but after a while, Fu Yucheng lowered his head and stared at the cigarette in his hand, his eyes deepening. He seemed to be struggling and couldn't speak.
Liang Fu scooped a spoonful of yogurt and brought it to his mouth. When he was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously opened his mouth, but immediately turned around and put it into his mouth again.
She smiled and said, "Tell me when you want, but don't say this again..." She looked at Fu Yucheng, feeling that the deep ash in his eyes was about to come out. He must have suffered day and night, although she didn't know what was bothering him, "...I will not be disappointed in you."
She leaned over and kissed his dry lips.