Chapter 70

Wen Rong never thought Fu Tong was cowardly. On the contrary, he felt that this little cub was actually much braver than most people in the world.

He is the carefree and warm person.

Under the coveting of so many monsters, he was the one who protected Long Xunshan and Fu Qianyuan back desperately.

At the end, the gentle and powerful man who came down from Longxun Mountain with wind and frost was also him.

Warm, soft, tough, and move forward.

He has always been a very good and very good boy.

And now, the soft big cub sat opposite him with his head down, his eyes red and his voice hoarse, and the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden without hiding it.

Wen Rong rubbed his head with pain: "Don't be sad."

"I'm not sad." Fu Tong didn't want Wen Rong to see his incompetent and cowardly look, and buried his face deep between his claws. The words behind him were choked, unable to tell whether he was asking Wen Rong or asking himself.

"But I always wonder, am I really doing something wrong?"

Wen Rong's hand was beaten.

He suddenly realized that the cub in front of him seemed to have been immersed in self-blame for so many years. He used to blame himself for being too willful, but now he blamed himself for being too cowardly. Those warm and joyful emotions seem to have not been in his life for a long time.

It has appeared in it.

But what did he do wrong?

Taking him home to protect him and he has made a gentle heart. Fu Qianyuan is the one who gave him endless expectations and promises. Fu Qianyuan is the one who has entangled him before he has time to contact the outside world and people.

The person around him was Fu Qianyuan. In the end, the person who left him with endless pain and pain without saying goodbye was Fu Qianyuan.

Wen Rong knew that there were many helpless existences in this world, and not everything could be judged from a black or white perspective. Fu Qianyuan might not be the one who did the wrong thing, but he could at least live clearly.

Fu Tong is the most innocent.

He did nothing, was right, and didn't even know what happened in the past, but he just spent almost his whole life in it.

Wen Rong felt sorry for Fu Tong when he saw him on Longxun Mountain nine years ago, and the same is true now.

He looked at the white velvet ball with his head down in front of him, thought for a while, walked over and leaned over and hugged him in his arms, letting the big cub who didn't want to be seen as frustrated, bury his face on his shoulders.

, slowed down his voice: "You are very good and did nothing wrong. There are many people who love you. No matter when you are the little ones we put on the tip of our hearts, don't cry, do you know?"

Fu Tong closed his eyes, did not move or speak, and Wen Rong never made any sound. He leaned over and stood there and hugged him silently. After a while, he felt a little wet.

His shoulders spread, from warm to cold was only a moment.

He was crying, crying silently.

Wen Rong knew that this was a crying method that only happened when he was extremely sad. Just like Wen Lang, he was punished by Wen Rong for being disobedient. Sometimes he would cry when he was severely punished and felt aggrieved. The kind of crying loudly,

I was just acting cute and begging everyone to pay attention, rub my head and pinch my claws and then give me a candy and then stop it.

Only then did Wen Rong's book be bitten by the troubled little boy. He was angry and reluctant to beat him. He planned to let the baby go for a few days and let him be heartbroken, so he made up his mind to leave him alone at home.

After going down the mountain, I came back almost three days later. I saw Wen Lang as soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain. I don’t know how long I had been standing there. My body was covered with frost. I didn’t move when I saw Wen Rong, but I was silent.

He looked at him with a look of distress when he remembered it, as if he was confirming whether the person in front of him had an illusion or had really come back. It was not until Wen Rong called him the name in the end that he suddenly came back to his senses and walked over to test it.

He carefully hugged the person in front of him.

It was the first and only time when Wen Rong saw Wen Lang crying like that. He didn't sound anything, but it gave people a feeling that it was more hysterical than ever before. The tears seemed to never stop, and slowly seeped into Wen from his current moment

In my heart, I end up with bitter regret.

Wen Rong and Wen Lang said a lot that day, and gradually saw his mood in his wet eyes.

That is a very tormenting and complicated emotion—

I want to come back alone but I don’t know when that person will come back. I’m even more afraid that he won’t come back, so I can only wait hopelessly. After not waiting, I slowly began to regret it, and began to blame myself, blame myself for being willful, and regret not at the beginning.

It should be done, this emotion is like a needle, lying dormant in the softest part of the heart. The more you can't wait, the more painful it will hurt. Later, it becomes a panic that is approaching numbness. Even if this person comes back, it will still be

He was helpless and pale, and he didn't dare to touch him. He even looked carefully, for fear that it was an illusion, and he would disappear in a blink of an eye, leaving him alone again.

Meng Qi's mood was actually no different from him, but he was not as lucky as Wen Lang. Wen Lang spent three days waiting for the person he wanted to wait for, and Meng Qi was full of all his body after 1,500 years.

Feng Shuang walked down from Longxun Mountain alone.

Three days are enough to be sad, what about 1,500 years?

So many times Wen Rong couldn't bear to think about how Fu Tong survived it, so he could only treat him as well as possible so that this cub would not be so sad.

But some people are unique after all. No matter how many years have passed, no one can replace them.

Now that they have reached this point, it is impossible for them to live a good life after thinking about it. Wen Rong felt sorry for Fu Tong, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't even know what to say to comfort him. He hadn't experienced those things and those years.

If you completely empathize with the words, no matter how warm and nice they say, they will inevitably feel a little powerless and pale.

I can only give this cub a hug and let him slow down.

The wetness on his shoulders became heavier and heavier. Wen Rong lowered his eyes and said nothing. He continued to follow the back of the puppy in front of him with one hand, and raised the other hand and rubbed his head, allowing him to vent his emotions.

Both of them were silent. The room was very quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves was heard. A few wisps of wind were rolling in from the window, rustling, and the mottled sunlight shone on the corner of the studio, following the scene behind them.

The pendulum clock walked to the side bit by bit. When it reached the hour, I heard a click in the direction of the pendulum clock. Then, Wen Lang's voice rang out unexpectedly in the silence around.

"Qingqiang, your favorite and cute little one is here to tell you the time. It's 1:00 pm now, repeat it as a whole. Dear Mr. Bai Ze, remember to miss me during this hour,

Momomomomomochi!"

The little boy acts soft and glutinous when he acts coquettishly, and it is very healing.

Fu Tong was used to his fierce tone of confrontation with the sky and earth. When he heard this, he was stunned and slowly looked up at the other side.

At this time, the hour ended, and Wen Lang's voice ended with it.

"Wen Lang love launches biubiu! Dear Mr. Bai Ze, we will see you next hour! Abi Doradobadu!"

The surroundings return to silence.

Fu Tong slowly withdrew his gaze: "...What does Abidoladongbadu mean?"

Wen Rong smiled: "Langlang said it was the ancient language of the Taotie clan he learned from the inheritance, and it seemed that the mountains and rivers meant to meet each other."

"Are you sure he didn't fool you?"

"I don't know either." Wen Rong's eyes curled up in a gentle curve, which looked very good, and his voice was also gentle, "Are you feeling better?"

Perhaps because of Wen Lang's terrifying soft and soft style and the words "Abidoladongbadu" that Fu Tongzhen felt that she was in a much better mood, at least she did not feel the depressed and uncomfortable feeling just now, so she nodded and said nodded.

He had just finished crying, his eyes were wet, and the hair around his eyes was wet. The spoiled cub felt uncomfortable and was about to lift his claws and rub them, but when his claws were halfway through, they were held by the person in front of him.

He raised his eyes, Wen Rong held a tissue in his hand, lowered his head and slowly wiped the wet hair at the corners of his baby's eyes.

Fu Tong looked at him silently for a while: "I'm sorry."

Wen Rong met his eyes and kept his hands: "Why apologize?"

Fu Tong originally wanted to say that I was so depressed and affected your mood, but what he said was not this sentence, but: "Damn your clothes."

Wen Rong was wearing a silver-white Tang suit, and the silk texture was transparent when it encountered water. Now there was a large mass of water stains on his shoulders, and there was a little wrinkle.

Fu Tong felt his cheeks burned a little.

A smile flashed through Wen Rong's eyes, and he lowered his hands and rubbed his head: "It's okay, but fortunately you don't shed hair, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome to clean it up."

The white velvet puppet shook his tail in embarrassment, saying no confidence: "I, I can wash it for you."

"You still only need to be taken care of by others. What clothes do you wash?" Wen Rong smiled. "If you really want to do something for me, just think about what posture you will come to me next time."

Fu Tong didn't understand what he meant: "Hmm?"

"Including this time, you came to the studio to find me twice because of Fu Qianyuan's affairs. The first time was because of confusion and the second time was because of struggle. What about the third time?"

He rubbed the head of the cub in front of him again, his eyes soft: "I hope it can be relieved or possessed."

Fu Tong was stunned.

Wen Rong smiled: "I naturally like the latter among these two options, and there is one thing I may not have told you, that is, I like the one you started with more than your current WeChat nickname."

He is talking about the nickname Fu Tong had only used a week when he first came down from Longxun Mountain.

I have been dreaming about you several times.

It is also Fu Tong's original meaning.

Fu Tong pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Wen Rong didn't have any baby and continued to say, drying the last wet little soft hair at the end of his eyes, making a rare joke: "Okay, we A Tong are the most beautiful baby on this street again, are you happy?

?”

The white velvet ball cub was so funny that he was so funny: "Happy."

Perhaps because he had cried for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse. Wen Rong reheated the glass of water that had been cold in front of him and handed over: "Drink some water."

The little baby was very obedient. He picked up the water cup and sucked it little by little. He used a very slow speed to let the cup bottom. During this process, he slowly calmed down. By the time he put down the water cup, he had recovered from his usual calmness.

The appearance of the lazy noble young master: "Wen Rong, thank you."

Wen Rong smiled: "Are you going back?"
To be continued...