Golden Stage

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In August, Fu Tingxin's injury was seven or eight, and he was about to grow mushrooms at home. Sun Xuan was so bored that he couldn't remember anything else, fearing that he would feel sick. It happened that the group would host a red square charity dinner at the end of the month. This year, the chairman of the board of directors was abroad and entrusted him to take the place. Then, he dressed him up carefully and led people to the dinner party for fun.

Fu Tingxin's military background, even if he has no memory, the habit he has developed in the army for many years has not changed. After wearing a high-definition suit, he is aggressive and more like Sun Bo than his boss. When they entered the stadium side by side, they attracted a lot of attention. After the people passed, the guests gathered together in pairs, and they all guessed the identity of the privately.

The author has something to say: In addition to being one of the directors of Taihe Group, Sun Sun is also standing behind a huge Sun family. Although he has tried his best to keep a low profile, it is difficult to completely avoid intentional attachment. The stumbling along the way, from time to time I personally greeted him, Fu Tingxin waited very patiently for him, saw Sun Yan frowning impatiently, stretched out his hand to his shoulder and whispered: "I'm angry, what do I want to eat? ? I'll get it for you? "

Someone's pain is different. Sun Yan's face turned from yin to clear immediately, and he whispered something to his side, probably complaining that he was troublesome. Fu Tingxin changed his position with him and walked outside. His shape blocked part of his vision. The two were of similar height and intimate posture, so if no one walked into the arena, they were about to sit down, and they heard a greeting from behind: "Sun Dong?"

The two looked back, and saw a tall young man standing behind the chair, smiling, handsome and unassuming, but not frivolous, but an unexpected affinity. Sun Yan was very familiar with him and took the initiative to shake hands with him: "General Manager Ye."

Ye Yan shook hands with him, his eyes fell on Fu Tingxin, who raised his eyebrows high on one side: "Well, is this temperament, do you intend to enter the entertainment industry?"

Sun Ting's face was like brushing the bottom of the pot, Fu Tingxin didn't care, and quickly reached out to Ye Ting, and smiled, "Hello, my surname is Fu, the veteran. Now he is the general bodyguard of Sun. He used to work in the cooking class. , Never been a literary soldier. "

Ye Xun shuddered, then shook hands with him with a big laugh: "Xihua Entertainment, Ye Xun."

"He was kidding me. This is my little Fu Tingxin. I just got injured some time ago and haven't recovered. I'm recuperating." After Sun introduced Ye Ye, he said to Fu Ting: "This is the second son of Xihua. His eldest son, Sun Qingning, is my cousin and is a relative of his own. "

Fu Tingxin nodded his head, it seemed that he was not surprised by the huge marriage relationship of Sun family. Ye Zheng cared about his injury again, and heard that it was a memory disorder caused by a concussion. He immediately patted the back of the chair: "It's a coincidence. So, I will introduce you to you in a moment, Huo Dong Huo Mingjun of Hengrui, you heard Have you? Xie Guan, his subject, and amnesia due to concussion as a kid. I heard that it was cured last year. Lao Huo found a lot of experts in brain science for consultations. Looking back, you may have an injury to Mr. Fu. help."

It's a matter of Fu Tingxin's condition, and Sun Yan dare not miss any chance. At the start of the dinner, he hurried to the stage to make a short speech, and then left for the lounge. Coincidentally, Xie Guan was invited to attend tonight, and Huo Mingjun also followed. When Sun Yan entered the door, several people had known each other under Ye's organization and had a heated chat for a while.

Although Taihe and Hengrui had competition in the business before, they didn't cooperate with Sun Yi's specialty. He had never met the real person of Huo Mingjun. He only heard that this man had a serious and indifferent character and was a brave and aggressive character. But today I saw it, it was not so unfriendly in imagination, it may be because of a love affair.

Xie Guan had nothing to say, and told Fu Tingxin what he could think of. At the end he said, "I can retrieve the memory, probably because I fell down again later. Although it sounds unreliable, many people are said to have hit I just restored my head. Do n’t worry, maybe it will be fine in a few days. ”

Fu Tingxin nodded, and casually pinched a goblet, thinking about it before whispering: "I'm not in a hurry myself, mainly Sun Yan, he is too stressed, and this is about to get sick."

Xie Guan was not ordinary keen. He immediately heard something wrong from him, and tentatively asked, "You and Mr. Sun ...?"

"It's not your step and Huo Dong." Fu Tingxin said.

This was a lot of information, and Xie Guan smiled. Fu Tingxin got up, put his glass in the bar, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

The toilet in the banquet hall should go out to the other end of the corridor. Fu Tingxin put his hand in his pocket and walked along the soft carpet slowly, thinking about the conversation with Xie Guan.

Xie Guan said that after falling from the stage, he had dreamed about what happened before when he was in a coma. This reminded Fu Tingxin of Nan Ke's dream when he was in a coma-is it really just a dream?

He thought about it, washing his hands for a long time before the sink. The compartment door opened not far away, and the man who came out was attracted by the sound of water. He accidentally glanced into the mirror as he passed by. After walking a few steps forward, he stepped suddenly, surprised, "Tingxin?"

Fu Tingxin turned his head back and found that it was a strange face. He knew that 80% of them had met a former acquaintance. However, he couldn't remember who this person was, so he had to bite his head, surprise and ask politely: "You are ..."

"Don't you remember me?" The man flashed a bit of loss on his face, and said, "I'm Qiu Ming, have we sat at the front and back tables in high school, forgot?"

Fu Tingxin "suddenly realized": "Look at my memory, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize it just now-you have changed a lot."

Qiu Ming is now 24 or 5 years old. Although his face is fair and delicate, it can be seen as a bit uncoordinated in the eyes of Fu Tingxin. The roots are too high, the jaw is too sharp, his eyelids seem to be cut, and the whole face laughs. They are very stiff, and no doubt they are oversized. So he said this, Qiu Ming didn't notice anything, and continued to smile and said, "I was inconspicuous at that time, but I haven't forgotten you. In high school, you were a male **** school grass, and many of your classmates secretly love you."

Fu Tingxin listened to this a little bit wrong, raising his eyebrows, "Is it? I'm not impressed."

"Yeah, but you usually go around Sun Yan, not too much with your classmates." Qiu Ming took a step closer, and the fragrance of the fragrance on his body floated quietly. "You came with him today? I heard You have joined the army after graduation, and you have been in touch with him for so many years. You two have a great relationship. "

"Um." Fu Tingxin opened his distance with him imperceptibly, perfunctoryly. "Everyone goes after the graduation, and it is not convenient for the army to communicate with the outside world. Are you developing in the entertainment industry now?"

Qiu Ming smiled unnaturally, and said vaguely, "Oh, you. Are you on vacation now?"

Fu Tingxin said: "Retired."

Qiu Ming's face was eager again: "Do you plan to do business in the future?"

The closer he got closer, Fu Tingxin didn't know if the person was familiar or had any other meaning. He paused and replied, "There is only one unemployed, now he depends on others."

"Do you have anybody?" Qiu Ming stunned, "Men and women? Who are they?"

Fu Tingxin almost cried: "Can he still be a man?"

"Also," Qiu Ming said, "In order to hide from me, you didn't even go to college to join the army. I thought you liked Sun Wei, so you are really straight."

Fu Tingxin was confused.

The man outside the toilet door stunned.

【eight】

Sun Yan couldn't remember how he quietly walked out of the bathroom door and walked into the garden outside the banquet hall. Anyway, when he returned to God, the cigarette in his hand was already half smoked.

In the past few months, because Fu Tingxin lived in the house, he simply quit smoking. Who knows how to stimulate big hair, but didn't hold back another one.

Regarding the past, he did not tell the truth to Fu Tingxin.

Sun Yan discovered that he was born **** around the second day of the second year, but never told anyone, including his best friend Fu Tingxin. Can not stand the two together, Fu Tingxin is really dazzling. Although he tried his best to control the proportion, he still inevitably moved his own boyfriend, and even did the stupid thing of secretly giving someone else a love letter to Fu Tingxin.

Fu Tingxin was independent. Although his grades were poor, he was a good man with a good personality, especially Sun Jun, and more considerate than the young couple in the class. Someone in the class was always joking about them. Sun Yan remembered that Qiu Ming was sitting at the back of Fu Tingxin's desk at the time and often said to him in a sour tone, "Fu Fu is really good to you."

He should have seen the clues, but at that time his own feelings had not been thoroughly analyzed, and Qiu Ming was not in the mood to deal with it. Until the second half of the senior year of high school, secret crush was like a scorching fire that kept burning his heart. Sun Xun was rational and forbearing, which is also relative to his peers. He finally failed to hold his own heart and wrote his full feelings into one. The short letter was clipped into Fu Tingxin's notebook.

On the evening of the next day, Sun Yan went to the gymnasium to find Fu Tingxin after school as usual. He walked outside the locker room door and was about to knock on the door. He suddenly heard a boy say, "... You really decided? It's hard to hear that you are a soldier. Yes, you will not be able to save the last two books, which is better than joining the army. "

"Pull it down, what can I do if I don't leave? He wants to bubble me, and I can chase that school even if I am a junior college," Fu Tingxin replied anxiously, "Can't you hide if you can't afford me?"

Afterwards, the sound of tearing paper came from the room. Fu Tingxin stomped the trash can with a rage, and sweared infrequently: "What are some things, fuck!"

It was as if a thunder exploded in my ears, and before a bunch of hearts bloomed, it was poured into the face by the sudden storm.

After half a minute, Sun Yan turned quietly and left the stadium without waiting for Fu Tingxin to leave. He went home in despair, thinking all the way "What can I do if I don't leave?"

He suddenly realized that for many years, there was only a close friend like Fu Tingxin, and sometimes even regarded him as his own property and refused to share it with others. The two went to the same kindergarten, the same elementary school, and junior high school. Fu Tingxin's grades could not go to the key high school. It was almost because Sun Jun planned to take the exam. He had to go to the same school with him. Fu Tingxin was afraid of delaying him. The relationship at home was just assigned to the same class as him.

Fu Tingxin may be aware of these paranoid possessiveness, but never complained, and even poured his attention on him without hesitation. It is also because of his indulgence that Sun Jun has an unrealistic admiration.

Prior to today, Fu Tingxin never mentioned to him that he would join the army without a word.

Sun Yan asked himself, letting go of everything to follow the college of Fu Tingxin, he could do such a thing.

It turned out that he had forced Fu Tingxin to this share before he knew it.

Can't wait to go high and fly away from him.

It didn't take long for Fu Tingxin to pass the medical examination. Before joining the army, he drove a group of people to drink and drink at the stalls and chatted late into the night. Finally, only Sun Jun who was about to enter the college entrance examination was awake and stared at him in the taxi. Along the way, in the end, nothing was done and Fu Tingxin was safely returned to his home.

After graduating from high school, Sun Yan changed his contact information and address, and deliberately avoided all news about Fu Tingxin. The two were far apart, and never passed the letter again.

He was paranoid for more than ten years, and finally learned to let go that night.

But in his heart, why did he let him down one day?

The unforgettable love and despair have not been consumed by time, but have become deeper and deeper with the years. Sun Yuan never met a person who could make him tempted. How good Fu Tingxin used to be to him before, how painful it was to peel it off. The memories have been described repeatedly, and each painting has grown up with flesh and blood. I want to forget Can not forget.

By coincidence, Fu Tingxin returned to him again. He lost his memory, but his character has not changed. This is like an opportunity for the world to fall down. Fu Tingxin's memory is a blank piece of paper, which he smears as an insider.

However, Sun Li didn't dare to raise any topic about "homosexuality" in his premise, or even reveal clues-it may be because the taste of being awakened from a beautiful dream by a stick is too painful, and he does not want to bear the second time Already.

In recent years, Sun Yan has had very little contact with high school classmates. He has long forgotten that the small character Qiu Ming has appeared in his life, but today he was caught off guard by a narrative that is quite different from the situation of the year.

How could Fu Tingxin join the army for Qiu Ming?

[玖]

On the night of the Red Square dinner, Fu Tingxin picked up Sun Bao, who was bitten by a mosquito, from a small garden. Neither of them mentioned the encounter in the bathroom. Fu Tingxin didn't take it seriously, and Sun Ye was too serious. After that, everything was as usual, calm and calm, but gradually, Fu Tingxin found Sun Wei a little strange.

Of course, it's not the "strange" kind of bad.

When he was just injured, Sun Xie was meticulous to him, but he always had a measure, as if there was an insurmountable "three or eight line" between the two. But since returning, their limb movements have become more and more slimy. Sun Yi's patience seems to have accumulated for many years, pouring on him without reservation, accompany him to seek medical advice, exercise rehabilitation, as if always closed The clamshell timidly opened a slit. Sprinkle the soft light at room temperature.

Fu Tingxin is not Liu Xiahui, who has no desire for it. It is impossible for him to be unaware of his mind, let alone to remain indifferent.

After a few more days, Sun Yan finally made up his mind and asked his old classmates to come out for dinner.

High school students haven't contacted for a long time. Some of those who have the best relationship with Fu Tingxin have gone abroad and some settled in other places. Sun Yan spent a few days working, and only one rich second generation who opened a company in the capital was contacted. The other company was in another urban area, and Sun Zheng expressed his sincerity and rushed past the traffic jam at noon.

He came out during the lunch break and waited for the old classmates to have a meal early downstairs. The two didn't have a serious meal, so he found a cafe and sat down to discuss things.

The old classmate was quite enthusiastic about him, presumably in the face of Fu Tingxin: "Lao Fu has been doing well recently? I didn't know he was hospitalized without you contacting me. Go back and find some time to see him."

"The trauma has been cured," Sun Yan raised his hand and pointed at the temple. "It's because the blood here hasn't been absorbed yet. I can't remember the past."

The old classmate comforted: "Don't worry, you have to take care of the disease slowly, maybe you will be better someday."

Sun Zheng nodded and said, "I came to ask you something. You had a good relationship with him then. Do you know why he joined the army?"

"The best relationship with him is with you. We are just playing together, just fooling around. I haven't heard him say why," said the old classmate. "You give me some tips?"

Sun Yan: "Do you remember Qiu Ming?"

"Qiu Ming? Who?" The old classmate thoughtfully recalled for a long time, "... oh you said that little white face sitting behind you two, I remember."

"Qiu Ming's father isn't Qiu Yongshan. The" retail king "who has been so impressed in the past few years, or Qiu Ming won't be able to enter our school. But then it seems to be bankrupt, throwing his wife and children to the United States to hide debt Go. Lao Lai was on the list last year. "

"You said he was a bit impressed. My buddy said that Qiu Ming chased after the old man, it was obvious that he often gave him water and things, and those who liked it were almost magical. It is said that he secretly pried the door into the teacher The office turned the volunteer form and wanted to report to the same university with him. I do n’t know if it was true or false. Did n’t the old man tell you? ”

Sun Yan squeezed the handle of the cup tightly and shook his head.

"Also, there was only one of you in my eyes at that time. I didn't tell you. I'm afraid that these broken things will affect your college entrance examination." The old classmate laughed. He saw it, and then someone sent him something, and he quietly dealt with you. At that time, our entire basketball team, tearing love letters and eating chocolate for him every day ... ha ha ha ha ... "

Sun Yan: "!!!"

Old classmate: "He said nothing to you. We used to smoke near the trash can behind the gym. You haven't seen it before. He smokes like a thief. He never dares to wear a jacket. Blow for ten minutes at the vent, and you're afraid you'll smell it. "

Sun Yan was caught off guard. He was struck by a few words in the hidden wound in his heart. He suddenly lost his mind, and the old classmate was still sighing: "I have been in this for so many years, and he was in trouble because of your care before and after busy, Lao Fu I didn't hurt you before. It's good. It's not easy to be a brother for so many years. "

Sun Yan nodded subconsciously. The old classmate saw that he was absent-minded, so he knocked on the cup with a spoon and asked him to return to his mind: "General Sun, come all the way to me, what do you want to ask? A special trip made me remember You two look like you are in a hurry? "

"That's it," Sun Yan coughed, and apologized a little embarrassedly. "I'm sorry, it took you so long."

The old classmate glared at him for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Okay. You can have it in your heart."

The two said goodbye at the door. The old classmate watched Sun Jun drove his head and drove into the main road. He found a cigarette in his pocket, and he did n’t know what to think of it. He snorted, thinking gloatfully, "I already said that Sun Jun was watching him. His eyes are n’t right, and the old man still does n’t believe it. This time it ’s people ’s day, it ’s time. ”

【pickup】

Exactly what happened to that conversation that year, except Fu Tingxin, maybe no one can give him the exact answer, but that is not important anymore. For many years, the mustard and the stone pressed on the heart suddenly lost the force and weight of the force, and the whole heart seemed to float.

He just wanted to go home quickly and hug the person pushed away by him.

Sun Ye was driven back to the villa like a man chasing him all the way, but Fu Tingxin was not seen in the living room. He looked upstairs and downstairs, and finally found him asleep on the sofa in the audio-visual room. The light and shadow on the screen changed, and the movie was at the end, and the singing voice rose slowly with the subtitles--

"Dream, familiar face

You are the gentleness I wait for ... "

"The familiar touch between you and me

Love will wake up ... "

"Only love is the myth of sorrow and joy,

No one has forgotten the ancient vows,

Your tears turn into flying butterflies

Love is the wind under the wing where two hearts fly freely ... "*

This is a movie more than ten years ago. When they were released, the two went to the movie theater together. At that time, it was a generation's youthful memories. It was a prelude to the ending song.

He stood in the dim audio-visual room, after listening to the whole song, his boiling heart calmed down slowly. How can Sun Yi understand why Fu Tingxin revisited this movie. Although he didn't say anything in his mouth, who would really like to be a ghost of a stranger who has come and gone?

He sighed silently in his heart, picked up the blanket aside, and carefully covered Fu Tingxin.

His movement was almost silent, but Fu Tingxin woke up from the moment he came in. He had been pretending to sleep. At this moment, when he saw him coming up, he broke his heart, suddenly reached out and clasped Sun Quan's wrist. He stumbled, his weight was unstable, and he planted it in his arms.

Sun Yan supported the back of the sofa so that he almost scared him to death: "Prank! What do you do if you hit me!"

Fu Ting laughed confidently, raising his hand carelessly and patting him gently on the back: "It's strong, it won't break."

"That won't work, you just broke ..."

His words gradually silenced under Fu Tingxin's gaze, the heat of his palms was burned to the skin through a thin shirt, and he walked along the nerves and muscles. His hot half was numb, but his chest was full of countless thoughts. Heart apes and Italian horses are scattered around, like opening a zoo.

As soon as he looked up, Fu Tingxin could see his long, slender eyelashes, spectacles on the bridge of his straight nose, and the beautifully shaped eyes were blocked behind the lenses. For some reason, he reached out and took off Sun Wei's glasses. The two breathed and smelled. The noses were about to touch each other. The posture was a little too close.

Gently rubbed the corners of the eyes with dry rough fingers, and the eyelashes instantly fluttered like a frightened butterfly at his fingertips. Fu Tingxin's throat moved, and he couldn't help but push him down, and pecked at the tight thin lips.

The touch was very light, about the force swept by the feathers, but Sun Yan seemed to be scalded by a soldering iron, bounced from him, stepped backwards with garlic, and almost fell to the carpet.

The tenderness in Fu Tingxin's eyes froze.

He paused for a moment before blinking slowly, asking as calmly as possible: "... hate me?"

Sun Yan was completely embarrassed. He heard Fu Tingxin's questioning and, without thinking, shook his head subconsciously. Fu Tingxin also said, "Then you ..."

Before the words were finished, I heard Sun Yan opening his voice with a trill and asked hoarsely: "Don't you hate me ...?"

"Ah?" Fu Tingxin asked inexplicably, "Why should I hate you?"

The unobstructed beautiful eyes suddenly turned red, and he seemed to cut his heart out again, hugging his hands in humble hands, for someone to step on his feet, and said in a difficult way: "I am ... homosexual."

"Crap," Fu Tingxin really obeyed his brain circuit. "Aren't I? Or else, what do you think I just did?"

"..."

Fu Tingxin stood up from the sofa and wanted to coax him, but watching Sun Yan bowed his head, his shirt cuffs trembled slightly, and he felt like he was irritated by a panic. "You calm down first, and your mind won't turn, Let's talk when you think about it. "

After he said that, he turned and prepared to go out, but he suddenly expected that Sun Yan would rush up from behind, grab him like a thief and hug him tightly: "No!"

If it was someone else, Fu Tingxin might have thrown it out for him, but Sun Yan jumped over, but he just stiffened, and then stood still: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Sun Yan is a few centimeters taller than him, and his lips are exactly where his ears are. A cool, trembling kiss fell behind Fu Tingxin's ears without warning: "I don't need to think about it ... I like you, I like you for many years ..."

Fu Tingxin jumped wildly in his heart, but said, "Yes? Then you still say we are friends."

"Dare to tell you the truth," Sun said, burying his head near his shoulders and neck, clasping his hands in front of his chest and belly, muttering, "I thought you hated homosexuality."

Fu Tingxin sighed, took an arm, held the back of his hand, and asked, "Is there anything I've done before that made you misunderstand?"

Sun Yi silently said "um" a little.

Fu Tingxin heard a sense of grievance from this monosyllable, a bit helpless, but felt that his heart was helpless. His character is too lazy to explain and love, but Sun Yan is not someone else, so he thought about it and said carefully, "I do n’t remember the past, but if it is you, I do n’t understand it. Understand, I won't hate you. "

It seemed as if the long-hung sword finally fell, but did not sting anyone, but stunned and fell into the scabbard tightly.

Sun Yan was completely left in and right out. He didn't care what Fu Tingxin said, as long as there was a response. He was immersed in the sudden warmth and satisfaction for a while, and suddenly thought: Why didn't he go to Fu Tingxin for verification?

Why not listen to him in person, even if the answer is rejection, it is better than seven years of self-righteous suffering and long separation.

Why can't he believe that this person is so good that he never hurts him.

"Kiss me again," he pulled Fu Tingxin's face toward himself, anxious to find the gentle comfort between his lips and teeth, and said again: "I like you. I like you for a long time."

"Coincidentally," Fu Tingxin greeted his lips. "I like you for a long time, too."

"Ok?"

"From my last life."

【end】

Fu Tingxin was an idle man. He had been injured for several months, and he succeeded in bending himself. He felt that both his physiology and psychology had recovered to a healthy state, so he began to plan for himself to do something.

After listening to a lot of wild plans, Sun Min said implicitly, "Would you like to come to my company to work?"

Fu Tingxin: "I only have a high school diploma, I can do nothing, I can only be a driver for you."

Sun Yi agreed: "Yes, no problem, you can be a little secret."

"I really misread you," Fu Tingxin hissed. "Do you still want to close the office door ..."

Sun Yan pounced on and blocked his mouth.

From this day, Sun Dong had a good day with a driver driving every morning, a driver delivering meals at noon, and a driver warming the bed at night.

Unfortunately, within a few days, Fu Tingxin quit his job.

Lying on his lap, Sun Yan hummed and asked, "Why? The boss is not handsome enough or the treatment is not high enough!"

"Have you ever seen a boss who asked the driver to get out of the car without a kiss?" Fu Tingxin laughed at. "Mr. Sun, this is workplace **** / harassment / harassment."

Fu Tingxin's memory is not like Xie Guan's. He remembered it slowly, fragment by fragment. Although it was a bit confusing at first, after a few years, it was basically no different from normal people.

In the second year they were together, Fu Tingxin contacted several retired comrades-in-arms and opened a hot pot restaurant together. Their past training base was in the northwest. They had deep feelings for this place. After the inspection, they signed a purchase contract with the local herders, and the grassland beef and mutton were supplied directly to the capital. Later, the business of the hot pot restaurant gradually spread, and the chain branch even opened to the opposite side of the Taihe Group.

The opening of the new store happened to be Sun Yan's birthday. He didn't remember it. Instead, in order to support Fu Tingxin, he specially invited a senior executive friend to eat hot pot.

On the way, Fu Tingxin knocked on the door of the private room, and several waiters rushed in, sing "Happy birthday to you" holding luxurious fruit plates and cakes.

The crowd immediately clamored.

Fu Tingxin was in a white shirt, suit and trousers. He was tall and straight, and he was aggressive. He walked over generously, kissed Sun Yi, and said, "Happy birthday."

It's been a semi-public secret since the two were together, but they have never been so brazen in front of outsiders. Sun Yan was a little embarrassed, his ears were slightly red, but his eyes were filled with an uncontrollable smile: "... thank you, fun."

The waiter began to distribute cut birthday cakes to everyone. Sun Ye also had a dish with a cream flower of poor quality but still intact. Fu Tingxin laughed and said, "Taste it? This is a framed bag I just used. I squeezed it myself. "

As soon as this remark came out, let alone sell badly, even if this flower is made of plastic foam, Sun Huan can chew it without changing the color--

"Ok?"

His teeth were hidden in the egg roll.

Fu Tingxin kindly handed a napkin, Sun Yan covered his mouth and turned away, and a glittering ring fell into the tissue on the palm of his hand.

Sun Yan: "!!!"

All the well-dressed elites in the box were shameless, and began to applaud and scream madly, "Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"

Fu Tingxin smoked a tissue and wiped the ring clean. He caught Sun Wei's slightly trembling left hand beside him, but instead of playing cards, he looked at him and asked with a smile: "Is there anything to tell me? ?"

For a moment, he suddenly understood what he meant, and a long-lost promise slipped to his lips.

If the blessing is to the soul, then it is to the water.

"I love you--"

"This life, this life, this life, this life, just love you alone."

The ring was not loose and tight, and it steadily pushed to the base of his fingers.

This time, the broken red thread finally re-entangled into a knot, binding the missed fate, and throughout his life, never let go, never separate.

= Pan Wai Wan =

postscript

The original inspiration for this story came from a picture flashing in his mind: the general in red kneels before the gate of the towering palace, and the traitor gives him an umbrella (...)

Later, rub the old-fashioned stories that I wanted to write into a ball, and process them into "Golden Terrace".

The golden stage is a metaphor. My original intention was not to write a history with beginnings and ends. I just wanted to write a "turning point", the turning point of Fu Shen's personal fate and the turning point of his political life, but because the level is really limited, the latter part may be written down. Now, I don't know what this article finally conveys to the readers. I hope that I can do my best to save a little while editing the article.

Where will this court finally go? I do n’t have a clear answer. I just piled the right people in the right place so that the protagonists could seize this passing moment. As for this event, it will become a memorable history. At this moment, it is still the beginning of failure. Thousands of years later, it is unpredictable. We are in the present moment and can't see that far.

If I do n’t watch the plot and only eat sugar, I ’m also very happy. Lord Yan is probably the most loved male actor I have ever written. How valuable is the adulterer who is worried and can bravely love! Every honesty and honesty should have one! I remember a comment saying that General Fu didn't like Xiao Yan so much, how could this happen? Xiao Yan is so good, who would n’t love him (not

(In fact, General Fu just didn't say anything. He couldn't sleep at night after he married Yan Xiaohan, really.)

At this point, the text and Fanwai are finished. There is still a bit of stubbornness, because there may be thunder, I will not post it here, post it on Weibo (Cangwu Binbai), welcome everyone to watch over there.

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