Chapter 158

Fu Tong is very familiar with the song that Fu Qianyuan sang. It is the first song in his debut album.

——"When You Come"

The tunes and lyrics are very gentle, and they are the most similar love songs among all Fu Tong's songs.

The night I met Xia Long by the lake, Fu Qianyuan also sang to Fu Tong. There was no harmony or accompaniment at that time. Just a few simple accompaniment songs, and it immediately hit the softest part of Fu Tong's heart.

go.

Now that we have a guitar, the home is warm and quiet, and the feeling of heart-wrenching is naturally even stronger.

Fu Tong listened, his eyes fell on Fu Qianyuan and did not move away for a long time. Until the guitar sound paused and Fu Qianyuan's voice disappeared after the last word of the lyrics ended. He seemed to have just woken up and looked at Fu Qianyuan in a daze.

At this moment, he instantly bumped into a pair of gentle and deep eyes.

Fu Qianyuan looked at him, and the dim and warm lights reflected in his eyes, like the dull evening twilight of Longxun Mountain.

Fu Tong's eyes dazed for a moment. After a while, he heard Fu Qianyuan's voice sound and asked him softly: "Zizi, I actually have one thing I want to ask you."

Fu Tong subconsciously felt that he wanted to ask if it sounds nice or not, and he didn't know what was going on. Before Fu Qianyuan could ask, he answered the question first: "It sounds nice."

Fu Qianyuan smiled, his eyes instantly seemed to have star dots: "I am very happy to hear you say this...baby."

He called Fu Tong's name, and his voice was a little lighter than before. He asked him: "I really want to know, what kind of mood did you write this song?"

This is actually the question Fu Qianyuan really wants to ask.

He looped all the songs in all Fu Tong's albums many times, and I don't know how much loneliness I saw from it, but this one is different.

Fu Qianyuan could feel the tenderness and softness of Meng Qi from it, and his attachment to past years.

That is Meng Qi’s unique collection.

Fu Tong's eyes dazzled again and didn't say anything.

He has written many songs, and each song has a different mood. Those moods were clear and strong at the time, but after a while, he felt that everything was blurred. Naturally, he couldn't remember what it was originally.

Only "When You Come" is different.

When I wrote it, it was the 221st day after Fu Tong came down from Longxun Mountain. At that time, at a dusk, he stood in the twilight that was similar to the lights at home now and recalled the past. In a moment when he suddenly realized, Fu Tong

Suddenly panic, because he realized that the unbearable pictures he could think of clearly, and everything he had in the best 220 years had been covered in dust in the years, and only one

A hazy shadow.

That was his lifelong treasure, but it became like this without realizing it. Fu Tong didn't even notice it.

This made him feel scared.

Can't do this - after a sudden realization, Fu Tong heard a voice sounding in his heart, saying so.

He wants to find his treasures, remember them forever, and never forget them.

So in the days that followed, Fu Tong didn't go out again, so he locked himself at home and kept thinking about the past 220 years. Those were really too warm years, even the inconspicuous ones in the corner of the mountain.

A small flower is the gentlest color when swaying in the wind.

There are so many things, and it is also Meng Qi's gentle mood.

"When You Come" was born in this tenderness.

So what Fu Qianyuan felt was actually not wrong, it was unique because of this tenderness.

Thinking of this, Fu Tong lowered his eyes, smiled and said nothing, but when asked some questions, there was no need to get a remarkable answer, and silence was enough to make people understand everything.

Fu Qianyuan looked at Fu Tong with a soft and heartache and soft look. It was indescribable.

Finally, he slowed down and handed Fu Tong the guitar in his arms: "Do you want to practice singing?"

He sat between the two of them, his fluffy tail swayed, gently stroked the guitar, and landed on Fu Tong's hand.

Fu Tong rubbed the puppy, nodded, and took the guitar under Fu Qianyuan's gentle gaze: "Thirty songs, which songs do you want to listen to first?"

"Everything is good, I like it all." Fu Qianyuan said.

Fu Tong glanced at him, but did not respond, and lowered his hand and gently plucked the strings. It was "Silence".

A song in the album in the second half of last year had some sensational meaning, and the comment section has been whimpering and whimpering until now.

But depression and depression are only temporary.

Thirty songs slowly slowly rise from heavy depression, as if it was a very long story, written in the years, the people inside came from afar, and walked little by little from the night to dawn.

At the end of dawn, there are a lot of light.

The last song of the thirty songs is the song "When You Come" that Fu Qianyuan just sang to Fu Tong.

It's the first encounter.

It is full of affection and aspirations.

He sang softly, Fu Qianyuan listened quietly, and still squatted between the two of them well, his tail pointed around Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan.

This moment is really too gentle.

Fu Qianyuan looked at him, and he was stunned. He sat there and watched Fu Tong quietly for a long time. Finally, he slowly smiled at him while Fu Tong finished playing the last sound.

This smile looks very nice, and under the dim lights around it, it is affectionate and gentle.

Very familiar, too.

Fu Tong remembers that the day when his relationship with Fu Qianyuan changed from a pure family to a lover, the latter also looked at him quietly for a long time with such eyes.

That is love and joy, the deep affection of wanting to spend a lifetime together.

After many years, Fu Tong's heart was still as he used to be, and was trembling by Fu Qianyuan's eyes: "What do you think of me like this?"

Fu Qianyuan did not respond, but the man leaned forward, pulling the distance between the two very close, so close that Fu Tong could even feel the heat that was spilling on his face when Fu Qianyuan was breathing.

Hot, hot.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes uncomfortable, not daring to look at him: "You are doing it-"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Fu Qianyuan laughing, and with a sound of nothingness, the ending sound was slightly raised. In such a quiet space, it was really incredible.

After this sound, Fu Tong felt that the light in front of him was dimming a little, as if it was blocked by someone. He subconsciously looked over there, and then instantly bumped into Fu Qianyuan's eyes.

The distance between the two was closer by Fu Qianyuan when he was silent just now. It seemed that the tip of his nose touched each other, and his breathing was lingering and blending with each other.

Too close.

Go a little further and they will kiss each other.

Such thoughts passed by in my heart. The next second, it seemed as if the prophecy had come true, and the warm touch was covered. Fu Qianyuan lowered his head, very gentle and lingering, and gently kissed Fu Tong.

Fu Tong:???

Fu Tong:!!!

The kiss came too suddenly and did not prepare any mentally for Fu Tong. He was frozen there and lost all reactions in this moment. It was not until Fu Qianyuan's bracelet hit his waist, which seemed to be trying to deepen the kiss. Fu Tong reacted only after he reacted.

Come over and suddenly raise your hand and push Fu Qianyuan away.

"What are you doing?!" Fu Tong looked flustered, his cheeks were hot, and his heartbeat was abnormally fast.

The person asked was not panicked, and he still looked at Fu Tong with such lingering eyes: "Kiss you."

His voice was heavy.

"Kiss me, my dearest person."

"I can't help myself."

There was no need for Fu Tong to continue asking. Fu Qianyuan had already told all the things he was doing and the reasons for doing this.

“…”

Fu Tongyuan stared at Fu Qianyuan for nearly three minutes, but still couldn't figure out how to respond to Fu Qianyuan's words. Finally, he spoke out loud: "Shameless! Unreasonable! Unreasonable!"

Fu Qianyuan looked at him and smiled, not denying it, his eyes full of indulgence.

With such a reaction, Fu Tong is the unreasonable and unreasonable side.

It's really impossible to compete with it.

Fu Tong looked at him with a hatred and was about to speak, but before he heard a crisp ding dong sound.

The WeChat prompt sound was transmitted from Fu Tong's mobile phone.

Let you go for the time being.

Fu Tong thought so in his heart, no longer cared about Fu Qianyuan, took his phone and clicked on WeChat, and saw the little red dots reminding him next to Xia Long's avatar.

His avatar has not been changed, and he is still the same emoticon pack of [Fu Tong·Mao Er Red Face], and his nickname is still [Fu Tong is a treasure on earth].

Fu Qianyuan glanced at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt very objectionable, and he wanted to go directly to the screen to change Xia Long's avatar and nickname.

It's really... very unpleasant.

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and continued to look at the screen without hesitation.

Fu Tong didn't notice his little movements and clicked into the message box with his hands hanging down. Xia Long sent not many messages, only two. The above are photos of the air ticket back to Suzhou. The itinerary is one hour later, and the following are two simple ones.
To be continued...