The person Fu Simian relied on most when he was young was his sister, Fu Siya.

The mother rarely appears, and this person seems to be only responsible for giving birth to him and Fu Siya. She is not responsible for the raising of Fu Simien and Fu Siya.

Fu Siya is about 10 years older than her and has been quiet since she was a child. She is so precocious that she has no childhood.

After all, Fu Simian was holding a dog from his next neighbor's house and biting his hair on the street when he was a child. Fu Siya didn't. She could always read and study quietly. Her grades were good, which was even better than Fu Simian's later. She told the young Fu Simian that she wanted to be a Doctor Without Borders in the future.

When Fu Simian was in junior high school, Fu Siya got married. It was very sudden. Fu Simian had never seen this man named Li Moyan before, but outsiders said that he and Fu Siya had been in love for a long time, which was a romantic love fairy tale from school uniforms to wedding dresses.

Shortly after Fu Siya's marriage, Fu Xian took over Fu Simian's education. His homework was no longer just the school's textbooks and test papers. He had to know the market of the Fu family, the main and secondary industries of the Fu family, the status of the Fu family in Jiangcheng, and the unshirkable responsibilities and obligations on his shoulders.

He knew that Fu Siya was unhappy, but he didn't understand why she was so obedient. She would do whatever her father asked her to do.

Until he became a person like Fu Siya, he said that everything I did was just for consideration of the interests of the Fu family.

The Fu family is not like a home, but rather a factory. Everyone who enters will be replaced by blood from outside to the mainland, paralyzing and controlling their nerves and consciousness.

It's like a robot, so it's almost perfect and it's hard to find flaws.

No matter how good the weather is, it is cold and black in Fu Simian's eyes.

If that person hadn't broke in recklessly.

From then on, the night became white, and the day and dusk appeared.

-

Fu Simian had a dream, and the dream was very long, and he was a bystander.

The dream happened to be the second when Zhou Shike was about to leave with his suitcase. Fu Simian suddenly woke up, his hand unconsciously stretched out to grab something. At first, there was a sound of rain. The room was very quiet, the curtains were tightly pulled, and it was impossible to enter, so it looked like it was not dawn.

A low moan came from beside him. Fu Simian turned his head gently and saw Zhou Shike's face lying on the pillow, clenched his hand into a fist next to his cheek, and the quilt slid under his shoulder.

He leaned over and helped him cover the quilt a little, and put his arm through Zhou Shike's waist, hooking the person into his arms.

Zhou Shike was about to wake up, and half of his eyelids raised up and covered them again, and squeezed his face into Fu Simien's neck with all his strength. This was a completely subconscious action.

Fu Simien hugged him, and the coldness in his dream was gradually dispelled. His tenderness was nowhere to be released. He was afraid of waking Zhou Shike, so he just lowered his head and kissed Zhou Shike's head in depression.

He often felt that those years were a waste, but the future was so long that he and Zhou Shike still had a lot of time.

This is the first year after engagement.

Because it was autumn, Beicheng seemed to have agreed with Jiangcheng. Zhou Shike stayed in Jiangcheng for a few days. It started to rain in Jiangcheng. It was pouring rain. It would wake you up when you fell asleep. He was too lazy to care about Fu Simian, packed his luggage and ran back to Beicheng. Good guy, Beicheng also rained immediately. Not only did it use pours, but it also added lightning.

After he stayed in Beicheng for a month, Fu Simian came over. Zhou Shike asked him what the company was. He said he handed it over to Zhao Xu, and said that an annual salary of one million is not that easy to get. Of course, Zhao Xu knew it was not easy to get. However, in fact, Fu Simian had developed to this level now, and Fu Simian no longer needed to stay at home every day, and the manager and the president could not take money and not work.

Moreover, most of the work can be processed through video, and Fu Simian only needs to issue orders, and even assigning tasks is not his responsibility.

No one can escape an inexplicable vicious circle, that is, staying by the person he loves, and feeling that nothing in the world is no longer important.

Fu Simian could actually feel the changes in Zhou Shike. He no longer followed him happily like he was in college, and would no longer sacrifice himself to consider him. Zhou Shike is now more like him.

But no matter what, Fu Simian was willing to accept it.

It rained all day long. When Zhou Shike woke up, there was no one next to him, and he was no longer as hot as he touched it.

He paused, but he still kept his original habit and looked at his phone first.

Sure enough, there was a lot of news. Yang Shangchen said that he would come to his house to play mahjong tonight. He really couldn't find anything to do. He mainly wanted to take Song Annian to meet someone. It just so happened that Song Annian had time to rest today. His partner finally had time, and others had no time.

Zhou Shike let out a sound and saw Fang Ka screaming, still speaking, as if he was just awakening. He said Quan Yan made his butt hurt so much and wanted to blow it. Zhou Shike didn't want to reply, so he left and clicked in, but just clicked Quan Yan's message box to let him take care of Fang Ka.

Next is Song Guiyan, who said that there will be a fan meeting next week, which is a small one, and the security work is under the responsibility of Zhou. The qualifications for entry are very fair. The official Weibo posts a lottery draw, and a thousand people are drawn among the tens of millions of fans.

Song Guiyan hoped that Zhou Shike would prepare well.

Zhou Shike still admires people like Song Guiyan, and he will not let them affect their work in any matter or emotions.

However, Zhou Shike has been engaged for a year, and no matter how unwilling he is, he will be content.

He struggled hard in the warm bed for a while before getting up, took a casual sweater from the closet and went up and downstairs.

Today, everyone in the family was there. Zhou Shixun glanced at Zhou Shike, "Fu Simian planted flowers in the yard."

Zhou Shike replied: "Who is looking for him?"

Zhou Shixun laughed, smiling sarcastically.

Even so, Zhou Shike still took an umbrella to the yard. Their yard is very large, and the flower beds on both sides are designed in beautiful and atmospheric shapes. A few days ago, Zhou Shixuan said that he would change some of the plants inside, such as those hybrid apple trees that even flowers are unwilling to bloom. The crown of the tree is large, and it is very labor-intensive to prune every time. It can only be said to be beautiful. Zhou Shixuan suggested changing them to loquat trees.

There are also some red beans, not the kind on the dining table. They may be annoyed. The gardener cooperates with the Zhou family's ideas to constantly modify and match them to ensure that there are plants and green in the yard all year round.

It was Zhou Shike who proposed that he wanted hydrangea, which was gradually turned blue, pure green, and snow-white, and were all rare varieties.

Some plants were transported in this morning. Fu Simian consciously fed the dog and sorted out the doghouse. Without asking the aunt to help, he took a raincoat and followed the master outside to dig a hole in the yard.

Zhou Shixun wanted to go too, but he had no choice but to catch a cold and could only watch.

The seedlings are still small, twenty or thirty centimeters tall, half a meter larger, and the leaves are wide and lively and green. If they are planted in autumn, they must be frost in winter before they can bloom in spring.

The rain is not that heavy now, and the nutrient soil in the flowerbed is soft and black. When you step down, you will be soaked in the rain.

Fu Simian's figure is easy to recognize. He is wearing a black glue raincoat and black deep-tube long rain boots. He is outstanding in height and planting flowers seriously. Others move quickly and smoothly.

The rain flowed down his eye mask, and a person squatted down in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that it was Zhou Shike, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Shike was wearing a light blue sweater, and he was clean and neat. He held the handle of the umbrella, "Our family didn't give you a salary, why do you think of yourself as a coolie?"

"I woke up early," Fu Simien took a shovel and shoveled it down, covering the soil on the exposed root system. The sound was mixed with rain, and it was blurred in his ears. "It's okay anyway."

Zhou Shike felt it was magical. The boss of Fu digging a mud pit in his yard and doing it for granted.

"In the afternoon, Chen'er and the others came to play mahjong."

Zhou Shike suddenly said.

"You haven't played mahjong with them yet," he said again.

Fu Simian nodded, "What's wrong?"

"I want to buy a car, Fu Simian," Zhou Shike raised his lips, and he was more refined than anything else, "and he was almost money."

How could he have lost money? He just wanted to punish Yang Shangchen and the others.

Fu Simian and Zhou Shike still have this tacit understanding, after all, it has been so many years.

He straightened the flower seedlings, his eyes were as bright as water, "I understand."

"Be good." Zhou Shike pinched his face, kissed him frivolously, and ran away with an umbrella.

Fu Simian was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

-

It was almost evening when it was getting dark and the yard was cleaned up. Zhou Shixun and Yang Xiao took advantage of the rest of their own world. In his words, he and Yang Xiao were old and liked quietness.

So they hid aside and went to quiet.

Fang Ka and Quan Yan arrived first. Fang Ka hadn’t seen Zhou Shike for a long time. As soon as he saw Zhou Shike, he immediately left Quan Yan behind. Fortunately, Quan Yan was used to it. He handed the umbrella to the aunt behind and said thank you implicitly.

After Yang Shangchen and Song Annian arrived, Song Annian was a member of the unit. His growth environment and growth route were different from those of them since childhood. As soon as he appeared, he immediately had a serious and cold temperament that was out of place with everyone.

He was wearing a thin turtleneck sweater with a dark and thin coat on the outside, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and a sense of distantness that was not easy to approach, but it was still obvious that he was a little nervous.

On the other hand, Yang Shangchen looked like an ape next to him that had not yet evolved.

He greeted everyone, Yang Shangchen pulled him to introduce him next to him, Fang Ka called Song Annian Xiaonian very obediently. Song Annian was not very clear about the wind and noises in the Beicheng circle. He looked at Fang Ka with round eyes and still liked it in his heart.

When he walked to Zhou Shike, Yang Shangchen grabbed Song Annian's wrist and said, "San'er, Song Annian is older than you, call me brother."

Zhou Shike: "..." He had never called anyone other than Zhou Shixun and Fu Simian in his life.

Fortunately, A Zhou rushed over at this time. A Zhou was not as conscious as a Doberman or a strong dog. He automatically transformed into a golden retriever when treating guests.

Song Annian's attention was attracted by A Zhou. The Song family refused to keep pets, so he always wanted to keep a dog.

The aunt brought tea and asked if she wanted to prepare some snacks.

Zhou Shike leaned against the sofa, lazy, "Auntie, we are all twenty-seven or eight years old, and we still eat snacks?"

"Open two bottles of Maotai that the old man had pulled from someone else last month." Zhou Shike waved his hand. He had been envious for a long time, but Zhou Jiqing refused to let him open it, and he didn't allow him to drink alcohol. He said that he was not the same now as he was, and at the age of twenty-seven or eight, he should start health-preserving and drinking wolfberry tea.

Today, while the two parents were not around, Zhou Shike opened it for him.

Yang Shangchen is a regular card player. His square card skills are average, but his Quanyan skills are good. He used to work in a bar and was trained in mahjong or dice.

The only person who has never even touched mahjong is Song Annian, and Fu Simian's card skills can be said to be perfect.

Sometimes when you are engaged in some commercial entertainment activities, playing cards is also one of them. Sometimes Fu Simian wins, and sometimes he has to lose, and he has to grasp the timing of winning and losing just right, so his exclusion is the best among them.

No one knows this except Zhou Shike.

When Yang Shangchen saw Zhou Shike for the first time, he didn't go to the table to peel fruits and eat them. He rolled up his sleeves and felt that today was his battlefield. He raised his eyebrows at Song Annian and said, "Learn to learn."

Song Annian gave him face and said nothing. He was very sensitive and felt that Fu Simian was not showing any water, which was very tricky.

Zhou Shike slowly peeled the orange, wiped his hands clean and fed Fu Simien a piece of mouth, and whispered: "It's almost done." He couldn't bear it now, whether he looked at Yang Shangchen or Fang Ka.

"Well." Fu Simian nodded slightly. He was similar to Song Annian, with a cold and gentle face, but Song Annian had not been influenced by much society. His coldness was superficial, while Fu Simian was elegant and easy-going on the surface.

The elegant and easy-going Hu was hand after hand.

Yang Shangchen's face gradually turned blue. He gritted his teeth and pulled the cards from the table. One eye was closed and the other eye was open to look at the cards, "Oh! Fuck!"
To be continued...