The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

The heavy floor curtains are tightly covered, and there is almost no light. It is not clear whether it is day or night.

A noisy bell rang, Fu Zhou picked up the phone, and before he got out of bed, he looked at the sleeping teenager with a happy smile, and kissed him gently under the corner of his crying eyes.

--I love you.

Shortly after he left, there was a strange noise in the quiet bedroom.

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The ruddy face of the boy on the bed gradually became pale, the shallow breathing began to disappear, and the undulating chest also calmed down. If it was not carefully observed, no one would even discover that this fresh life had disappeared.

Fu Zhou listened to the assistant's report without saying a word, everything was surprising, but it was taken for granted.

Su Shi did not lie, he only met Wen Xuning twice.

Once was a performance on campus. He asked for a signature photo of the ordinary fanatic. The second time he was on the set, he was cramped because of the filming. Wen Xuning took the initiative to borrow a coat from him.

Apart from this, there is no intersection between the two.

Thinking of the boy's crying last night, explaining it over and over again, he gave a soft breath.

This time, he is wrong.

Put away the phone, Fu Zhou turned into the bedroom, watching the boy on the bed for a while did not know how to face.

say sorry? Is it useful, he knows better than anyone else, once the damage is caused, there is no possibility of recovery.

Still, he still can't let go.

He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his arm and tried to hold the boy up, but his movements froze, and at that moment, his shackles flashed overwhelming fear.

After a long time, he gradually calmed down and thought of the sentence that Su Shi repeatedly repeated last night.

--You will regret this.

For a long time, he whispered: "A Yao, I regret it."

But the boy on the bed did not give him any more response.

Fu Zhou opened the quilt and got into the bed. He hugged the boy on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

He seems to have become a sculpture, no words, no movements, no expressions, only knowing to hold Su Shi silly, arms more and more, as if you can leave your beloved boy.

But the ones that have passed away are doomed to be recovered.

Let him be in power and let him be deeply in love. This boy has never belonged to him from beginning to end.

He lived for 30 years, the first time he was heartbroken. For the first time, he had such a strong obsession with a person. For the first time, he really liked a person, but he ended up in a miserable end.

why……

He can't figure it out anyway.

Is he doing something wrong?

Of course he is wrong!

He shouldn't be jealous, shouldn't be impulsive, and shouldn't force him.

But now it is irreparable.

Since then, there has been no Susie in the world.

The boy who played the guitar and hummed the little tune, plausibly expressing love, disappeared forever.

Fu Zhou only felt that the chest seemed to be empty, and disappeared with Su Shi’s departure.

......

A few days later he was found at home, when he was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and Susie’s body was sitting at the table.

The assistants and bodyguards rushed in, all on the spot, and there was an unpleasant smell of rancid smell in the room. Because there was no ventilation for a long time, almost smoked people to vomit.

Fu Zhou came out of the kitchen wearing a home clothes, his expression was calm, and put a bowl of tomato pork noodles in front of Su Shi, sitting next to him, the sound is soft and almost dripping water.

He said: "There is no chopped green onion, I know that you don't like that taste, and you can taste it and taste it."

The assistant felt that the boss in front of him was not normal. Su Shao apparently had died for several days. He stubbornly refused to accept this reality. After living in this environment for a few days, it is easy to be mentally disordered.

He carefully walked to Fuzhou and advised: "Fu, you are sad, Su Shao is dead..."

Fu Zhou looked down on him, his eyes were cold and empty, and there was no trace of emotion.

The assistant's forehead fell off the sweaty beads of the beans, and suddenly did not dare to talk more, hurriedly went out to call Miss Fu Jiada.

Fu Ya rushed over after receiving a phone call. She did not dare to say to the old man at home, especially Mrs. Fu, that she was afraid that her bad heart could not stand this blow.

At the moment I saw Fu Zhou, her eyes were red.

This is the first time that Fu Ya has seen his brother’s half-dead, and his eyes are clearly gone. It seems that living is no longer meaningful to him. Only in the face of the rotten corpse is a bit of fashion. mood.

She carefully asked: "Azhou, you, are you still normal?"

Fu Zhou glanced at her and asked: "Why did you come, do you want to eat noodles? Ah Yao said that it is delicious, I will give you a bowl."

Then he stood up and went to the kitchen.

Fu Ya’s nose was sour, and he hugged him. He said, “You don’t like this in Azhou. The sister looked distressed... He is gone, why are you suffering?”

Fu Zhou seems to understand her words, but said: "If you don't want to eat, you will add a bowl to A Yao."

Fu Ya shook his head and choked: "Su Yao is gone, you don't understand? Ah? He is dead!"

Fu Zhou pushed her away, obviously unpleasant.

Fu Yala took his hand and advised: "Azhou, if you listen to your sister once, let Su Yao get into the earth. Who are you tortured, will the dead be distressed for you? No, He has no feeling, you will only worry me and my parents..."

Fu Zhou held Su Shi on his lap and said coldly: "I know that you don't like him. I will protect him carefully in the future. I won't let you bully him again. You tell Mom to let her ignore us." It’s a thing."

Fu Ya also persuaded for a while, but Fu Zhou refused to listen. He seemed to live only in his own world. The next sentence could not be heard. Only the topic related to Su Yao could make him feel some emotions, but also that's it.

Fu Ya had to invite Mr. Fu Lao. The old general who was half-lived immediately gave Fu Zhou two slaps, but he did not respond at all. When those people tried to take away the body of Su Yao, he suddenly suddenly The ground climbed up and robbed, as if completely lost his mind.

In the end, he was overwhelmed by more than a dozen special forces, hit a calming agent, and forcibly took him to the hospital.

......

Three months later.

Wang Peng’s "Shadowing" was officially aired. The big boy in the white shirt and black uniform pants on the screen, smiled lightly and harvested countless girls.

Standing in the afterglow of the setting sun, he looked sadly at the girl not far away, draped his eyebrows, and the pure sadness instantly infected everyone in the cinema.

The ending song slowly sounded, accompanied by Wen Xuning's low-pitched and affectionate voice, and that sadness was rendered to the extreme.

In this movie, this is like an ink painting that is more elegant than the male and female protagonist starring in the popular red meat. It is more glamorous to see some stupid males.

This spring, there is a secret love, called Shengrui; there is a regret, called Su Yao.

When the crowds leave, a tall, but thin man is slowly coming out of the cinema. The lonely figure is very bleak, and it seems to be out of place with the bustling streets.

He turned on the mobile phone. On the screensaver, there were two men, one gray and one white. The tall man looked at the boy in his arms gently, while the slender boy was low-eyed and slightly shy. .

- Hey, my subject is still waiting for me to go back to dinner.

- He is very vinegar. If he doesn't say a word, he will date a big guy like a senior. If I go home, I will suffer a big sin.

If he saw this video at the beginning, maybe nothing would happen after that.

He thought about it more than once.

But he was also very clear. Even though he was stunned by the night, he did not reveal the deepest desire in his heart. The boy always made a deep affection, but actually moved a bit?

Only with this cruel method, Su Shi will face his feelings instead of perfunctory.

It’s ridiculous, the one who is active has not been emotional, but the passive person has gradually become muddy and unable to extricate himself.

If there is an afterlife, he will never let go.

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At 12 o'clock that night, a traffic accident occurred on Changming Road.

Fuzhou, the most outstanding entrepreneur in B city, was rescued and died on the spot.

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