Tired Bird Knows Return

Chapter 62 The Resurrection of the Metaphor of the Dead

A pair of men's home slippers, a toothbrush, a razor, a bath towel, the clothes in the cabinet are neatly arranged, there is a pillow on the bed, there is only a wine glass and a box of three cigarettes left on the coffee table, there is inertia near the left armrest of the sofa Sunken, he only sleeps in this position all year round.

The house is not big, and the bedroom is separated from the living room by a partitioned bookshelf. Fucheng goes from the door to the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the bedroom, and finally stops in front of the bookshelf. For example, he still puts The most important things are placed on the top of the bookshelf, a new jar of white rabbit toffee, next to a rectangular photo frame, there is a slightly old stick figure on it, and the words on the picture are quite clear——

sleeping prince.

Fu Cheng took off the photo frame, slid his fingertips across the glass, and put it back to its original position after a while.

After Chen Yanqing went out, he took a nap for a while. When he woke up, it was already dark outside. At this moment, the sound of entering the password was heard outside the door, and he quickly fled into the bedroom.

If it was explained as unintentional, presumably the smart 26-year-old Chen Yanqing would not believe it, but he was indeed unintentional, and while waiting, he discovered that Chen Yanqing had long been used to living alone.

Pour a glass of wine, turn on the TV, stay in the same spot on the couch, and let the time pass.

Later, he was really sleepy, and he couldn't agree with loneliness. He only wanted to know why Chen Yanqing's pillow smelled so good.

"you are sick?"

Chen Yanqing asked condescendingly in the gesture of throwing off the quilt.

"Ah."

"You're not sick, you're obviously insane," Chen Yanqing stretched out his hand to pull him while speaking, "Get up for me, have you taken a shower and you're going to crawl into my bed!"

Fu Chengfan grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down on his body with force, "I can't take a bath if I have a cold, it's easy to get worse."

He was still hot, Chen Yanqing felt his body temperature while struggling, and unconsciously relieved himself, and then was moved by Fu Cheng, and was lying in his arms when he stopped.

In order to prevent him from running away, Fucheng wrapped his other hand around his waist and said, "I really have a cold, I can lie to you, can I be healthy?"

"Who knows."

"Then don't move. If I find that I am not sick, I may not be able to control my body."

Chen Yanqing flinched at his words, because his lower body was also pressed against him, and the tingling pain was still fresh in his memory, and he didn't want to have it again in a short time.

"Why are you here with me?" Chen Yanqing asked.

"I have a cold and can't walk."

Chen Yanqing was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, "You are not chasing me, you are forcing me."

"How should I chase after him, like that Xie Jingrui, who treats you to dinner, invites you to my house, and comes to look for you if you don't reply after sending a message? Haven't I done all of these things?"

"If you don't come back, maybe in two years, I will really be with him."

Unable to see his expression, Fu Cheng hugged him a little tighter, "You guys are not suitable."

"How do you know it's not suitable? I know if it's suitable or not."

Fucheng remained silent, peeled off his body a few inches, grabbed the back of his bathrobe and pulled down the collar a little, and kissed the pattern before he could express his resistance, "If Xie Jingrui saw this picture, would he What do you mean by asking?" After asking, he continued, "How do you answer? Are you lying or telling the truth?"

Chen Yanqing moved a bit, pulled the bathrobe back to its original position, and still turned his back to him, "I just think it looks good, why, is it possible that you still have to charge me for the copyright?"

"No," Fucheng hugged him again, and told him in a very light but solemn voice, "What's yours is yours, and it will be yours for many years."

A moment later, Chen Yanqing turned over, "Then tell me, these past years are mine."

"My dad said you passed the Jiangbei exam. I came back from Singapore the first year. When you were a freshman, you stood by the side of the road to help the club distribute leaflets. A senior sister gave you a cup of Coke. It was yours at that time."

Chen Yanqing probably didn't expect him to actually answer this question.

"The second time I came back, it was winter. You had just finished class, and there was a lot of snow in Jiangbei. A girl fell next to you. After you passed by, you went back and helped her up. It was also yours at that time." .”

"I came back for the third time, after a long time, you are a junior, you lined up to buy food in the cafeteria, with a book in your hand, you put it next to the dinner plate and went to make soup, I took a look, No.20 Catch-[-] , it was also yours at that time."

"The fourth time you come back is your graduation defense. The topic is Ontherevival of dead metaphor. It's still yours at that time."

The more he listened, the more annoyed he became, and the more he forced himself to be calm, Chen Yanqing asked, "Then what happened next?"

"I didn't come back when you were a graduate student for two years, and I can't come back," Fucheng said, "I also thought that I had done a multiple-choice question. Between my mother and you, I seemed to choose me without much hesitation." Mom, I have to take care of her, help her, and get her out of the huge debt pressure."

Chen Yanqing remained silent, looking closely at Fucheng who was speaking, and felt that such a long-winded person was too unreal.

"Someone told me that if you want to return to Hong Kong, you must earn enough money. I didn't have any idea at first. Later, I took a lot of classes and worked on a lot of projects. Every day I dreamed of a red and green curve with no end in sight. Numbers, and constantly doing judgment questions, if the judgment is right, you can sleep well, see you rushing to the classroom wearing headphones, if you make a wrong judgment, you will pay several times the price, make up for it, and start over again, " Fu Cheng's narration stopped here suddenly, he looked at Chen Yanqing, and said helplessly, "That's it, it's endless, I can't get away."

"How do you do business like this?" Chen Yanqing stood up, "Your judgment is really not reliable at all."

The back of Fucheng's head fell into the pillow. Because of the cold, the tails of his eyes were burning red. He reached out and pinched Chen Yanqing's earlobe, and told him, "I was wrong."

Chen Yanqing got angry, lifted his hand and got off the bed, and when he came back, he had an extra glass of water in his hand, and the other hand was sunken, containing a few antipyretics.

"Get up and drink your medicine."

Fucheng was really tired, put his hand on his forehead, exhaled a hot breath, "I'm so sleepy."

Then a hand slipped under the back of his neck, his body was lifted up by a forceful force, and then the medicine was stuffed into his mouth, followed by water.

After he swallowed it, Chen Yanqing said, "Does it feel good to be stuffed with medicine?"

Fucheng raised his eyebrows feebly, "Not bad."

Chen Yanqing probably compromised, and when he put him back on the pillow, he said, "The relationship between me and your mother is not a multiple choice question, but a true or false question. Among all the true and false questions you did, this is the only one that is correct."

Before Fucheng opened his mouth, he said again, "I understand you, but don't expect me to forgive you, you have seen what books I have and dare not come and say a word to me, I will always despise you."

"I was wrong." Fu Cheng said again.

"Okay, go to sleep." After Chen Yanqing finished speaking, he wanted to get out of bed, but he didn't move. Fu Cheng grabbed his bathrobe and said pitifully, "The patient doesn't really want to sleep alone."

"I don't want to be heated to death." Chen Yanqing put down these words and sent the cup to the kitchen.

The water gushed out of the faucet, smashed into the bottom of the cup, overflowed after it was full, and continued to overflow. He didn't know how long he stared at the stream of water. After he turned it off, he returned to the bedroom. Fucheng was groggy, as if sleeping. It's like a nightmare again.

"Sick, you are really sick." Chen Yanqing muttered.

At ten o'clock on Sunday morning, Fucheng woke up. The fever on his body subsided a little, but his body was still a little weak. He moved, but failed, and he couldn't feel his arm. When he turned his head, Chen Yanqing's hairy head was pressing on it.

Perhaps aware that she was being watched, Chen Yanqing didn't open her eyes, "Is your car downstairs?"

Fu Cheng hummed, and brushed away the hair on his forehead before he heard him say, "Take me to Xie Jingrui's place."