Liang Fu had taken a shower, and her long, seaweed-like hair hung wetly on her shoulders. Fu Yucheng was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, wearing only trousers. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist. His frame was well built, and the skin and flesh appeared to be even and firm.
His dark, wet hair rested on his eyebrows, he bit the filter of his cigarette and looked up at her, like the hero in a literary movie.
Because of this look, Liang Fu wanted to pull him and do it again.
Liang Fu walked over and squeezed the small space on the armrest to sit down. Fu Yucheng put his arm around her shoulders, turned her over and lay down on the sofa, letting Liang Fu lie on top of him. She stretched out her hand and held the cigarette away, fearing that it would light up her priceless leather sofa.
Liang Fu held her chin in her hands, and all the water from her wet hair fell on his skin, "Fu Yucheng, I want to ask you something."
"ask."
Liang Fu wrapped her feet around Fu Yucheng's calf and asked, "Have you ever hated that person?"
"I only hate myself." Fu Yu lowered his eyes and stared at her. "Apart from anything else, she helped me with all her kindness. According to the market price, I am not worth so much money." He laughed at himself.
"Don't laugh like that..." Liang Fu hurriedly covered his mouth, "Will it make you feel better to belittle yourself?"
Fu Yucheng closed his eyes slightly, "I just put on a layer of respectability and show off in the market. My dad is a person who would rather commit suicide if he can't stand the humiliation. Some people always say that I look like him, but I don't look like him at all. I don't deserve to be compared with him at all."
Liang Fu raised her hand to brush the hair that fell between his brows, forcing him to look at her, her tone was gentler than ever before, "...I don't mean to slander your father, but I feel that when he throws all his burdens to you, For a moment, you will no longer be able to make the same choice as him. If you also give up, what will your mother do? "
"If you have to find a reason, I'm better than you. I've given myself countless reasons: for early chemotherapy, I borrowed money from all my friends who could, and my family already owed a bunch of foreign debts that haven't been repaid; I can't sell this small house even if it hangs for half a year; I can't borrow high-interest loans, otherwise I'll get into trouble and affect my future…"
Fu Yucheng laughed, "...guess what, in the end, I found that these excuses not only failed to convince myself, but also made me feel hypocritical and abominable. Frankly admitting that I did something wrong makes me feel better." He held it in one hand. Liang Fu stood up slightly and put the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
"...Later I thought that the constant condemnation in my heart meant that I was not hopelessly bad. If I make a mistake, I will stand up and be beaten. I will not do it again in the future. I am not a good person, but I want to be a reformed person. It's not that difficult."
"Even if you are a despicable person, I like you, that's enough, right?" Liang Fu felt sad after hearing this, lowered her head, and touched his forehead lightly, "...I may be a weirdo, but I would rather like you. There are flaws."
It was late at night to dry my hair.
The two of them were hungry and went to the refrigerator to find something to eat. Fu Yucheng made a sandwich with leftover toast, eggs, tomatoes and bacon. The two of them ate it without any trace and settled on the sofa.
Liang Fu asked him: "When did you learn to smoke?"
"Senior year of high school. I forgot which classmate in the class handed me the first one."
"Aren't you a good student?"
"The man who handed me the cigarette is also a good student."
Liang Fu smiled, touched the tip of her nose, and looked at him, "...Fu Yucheng, you surprised me today."
She stretched out her hand to look at the ring on her middle finger. The diamond was indeed too small to be worth mentioning. When viewed through the light, it was crystal clear, like a drop of tear. "Are you afraid that I will kick you out? "
"It never occurred to me that you wouldn't kick me out."
"Then you didn't buy the ring for nothing."
"Then offer it as a sacrifice."
Liang Fu couldn't stop laughing. She had her head resting on Fu Yucheng's lap, her elbows on the sofa as she climbed up, and looked at him steadily, "...Do you want to do it?"
This time I go back to the bedroom and burn a bright light. The moonlight filtered into the room, and Fu Yucheng buried his face deeply in her hair, like a drowning person thirsting for air.
I was attracted to her from the first moment I saw her, but I felt unworthy. My heart was tugging, but my instinct for light finally took over.
What if people only whispered repentance to the gods they believed in and prayed for salvation.
Liang Fu must be his religion.
After it was over, Liang Fu went to get the mineral water bottle on the cabinet. She was very thirsty, so she drank half the bottle and lay down next to Fu Yucheng. She was too tired to move anymore.
Fu Yucheng pinched her nose and she couldn't breathe. When she opened her mouth, he blocked her mouth again. She opened her eyes and stared at him, opened his hand, and heard him laugh and asked, "Why do you want to not mind this?"
"Because..." Liang Fu paused and suddenly fell into thought.
Fu Yucheng looked at her doubtfully.
"...because I am a generous and kind person." Liang Fu said with a smile, wrapped herself in the quilt, turned around, "...sleep! I'm so sleepy."
"Aren't you going to wash up?"
"No more washing."
"no."
Fu Yucheng went to get her, and she wailed in resistance. Finally, she reluctantly put her arms around his shoulders and was carried to the bathroom by him.
I was extremely sleepy, but I woke up again after being poured water. I had another fuss with him in the bathtub, but this time it finally stopped.
Liang Fu buried herself in the soft sheets, not wanting to move a finger, and asked Fu Yucheng to go to the closet to get her a clean nightgown.
Fu Yucheng opened the closet door and looked around, and suddenly saw a pair of dirty pointe shoes in a closet door. He took it out and took a look, then turned around to ask Liang Fu, but he only heard a steady breathing sound and she had fallen asleep.
Fu Yucheng put his shoes back into place, found his pajamas, folded them and placed them next to Liang Fu's pillow. He went out and turned off the lights in the bathroom and living room, then returned to the bedroom and lay down.
Liang Fu turned over with a grunt and got into his arms.
Liang Fu woke up and without opening her eyes, she touched her side and found that Fu Yucheng was not there. She got up and put on her pajamas and looked for someone in the living room. He is on the phone, it should be about the law firm.
Liang Fu yawned and went straight to the bathroom to wash up. While brushing his teeth, Fu Yucheng walked in and said he was going to the law firm.
"Wait a minute, I'm going out too." She said vaguely.
They both packed up and went downstairs to have breakfast. In the early morning of late summer, when the heat was fading, Liang Fu was chewing bread and saw a ginger cat lying at the door of the shop. She inexplicably thought, oh, her birthday is coming again.
"How are you going to spend your birthday?"
Liang Fu was startled, "...can you read minds?"
Fu Yucheng responded, "Are you thinking about your birthday too?"
"Yes. But forget it this year, I don't want to bother." She paused, looked at him and said, "...on your birthday, come home with me for a meal."
Fu Yucheng looked calm and said, "Okay."