From Body to Love

Gu Ze smiled, and Secretary Wang laughed.

It's about that Guze hasn't perceived happiness for a long time, so today's happiness seems to be stolen.

"Meng Fu, he's really good." The king's secretary said.

In addition to being a man, they are all very good. I think men are nothing. They are the people Guze likes. He shook his head from his heart. Guze's life event was solved. He didn't solve his own. What are you worried about.

"I know he's fine. He's been fine. I used to be bad to him. " As he said this, he unconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, thought of quitting smoking, and silently put it down, "I don't know if he will care about the past."

"Mr. Gu..."

"I only thought that if he didn't run away, he would stay with me. Now he stays with me, but I'm worried that he's not happy enough. He thinks about what I forced him to commit suicide and hates me in his heart."

His smile is rare.

I don't like him at all.

"He won't. Meng Fu is very tolerant of people. "

"He is more cruel than anyone."

When cutting his wrist and inserting a knife into Meng Yu's chest, ordinary people can't do this. Probably the more gentle people are at ordinary times, the more extreme they are forced to die.

"Gu Zong, isn't it good to live in the present and live every day?"

"You're right." Gu Ze sat up and seemed to suddenly understand. He was relieved and smiled. "I took him to weigh / weigh him yesterday, but he still didn't grow meat. Let's go. Now let's go to the restaurant. I heard that the cook's cooking is very good. I'll learn it, too. "

“……”

He is trying his best to be nice to him. He always feels that he has not done enough. It takes him a lot of effort to open the new restaurant, which makes him spend less time with him.

Once he was free, he would accompany him all the time and think about making more delicious dishes to make Meng Fu's body better.

On one side, he saw Meng Fuzheng standing on the windowsill, staring at the pot of roses in a daze.

The light, sunrise, morning fog and snow all solidified into the faint sad outline of the man. Guze thought, maybe he still couldn't do his best to him.

The man's heart has dense wounds. He wants to thread needles and wires bit by bit.

Until I see him smile more sincerely.

Why is he so curious about his smile?

"Meng Fu." He stood beside him and said softly, "go to dinner."

"Well"

He said, "I learned from the new cook, and I don't know what to do? Try it. "

"OK."

He ate slowly, and Guze glanced to see if he was satisfied with his food. When he saw that he had eaten two more mouthfuls, he smiled in his eyes.

"How's it going? Is it all right? " Gu Ze asked with some eagerness.

"Well, it's delicious."

It was better than what he cooked. He didn't know that Guze had a talent for cooking.

"You, if you want to eat more, you'll never see meat."

He smiled silently and said nothing, watching the ancient Ze's mind ripple.

A smile, eternal spring.

When you cry, you will be sad forever.

The snow finally stopped. The silver world, which had been wrapped for many days, finally became clearer. Some fallen leaves fell into the snow water, and a smell of leaves floated low in the air.

In the coming year, it will become a new green again.

I don't know whether this winter buried spring or completed spring.

The sunlight of broken mercury slowly rose to the room, reflecting the darkness into a bright trend.

Gu Ze walked out of the bookshelf, stood in front of Meng Fu and bent over, "Meng Fu, come out with me."

"Where are you going?" He asked, without looking up, his ear was the man's burning breath.

"You'll know when you get there."

He sold it on purpose.

Meng Fu looked up at the bell, but at three o'clock in the afternoon, there were three scattered students in the library, shaking their heads, "no, it's too early now."

Gu Ze frowned and turned directly back to the other end of the bookshelf.

After a while, the three students left.

Back to Meng Fu, "well, there are no people. What are you doing here?" He took away the book on his desk, "reading is a good thing, but it will be boring to read all day."

"What did you say to those students?"

"I said Mr. Meng Fu was going on a date today. Please ask them out."

The word "please" was used skillfully. Meng Fu imagined it in his heart. Gu Ze mostly walked over with a cold face and directly said that the library would close early today and let people go now. He would never be kind "please".

But dating

"Appointment?" He raised his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and looked at Gu Ze puzzled.

"Yes, dating. I asked Mr. Meng for a date. Can Mr. Meng give me a treat? "

"We... Date...?"

He still thought about the word, this extremely strange word, like dragged out from a long time, covered with rust.

Dating, his last and only date was eight years ago. It was with Xie Zhenzhen. It rained heavily that day.

He doesn't want to date.

"Yes. We're dating. "

He pulled him up, straightened his collar, turned off the lights and air conditioning in the library, and suddenly dimmed. He had led him out of the library.

Guze is locking the door.

Meng Fu said, "I don't want to date."

Gu Ze paused slightly and put the key into his pocket. He was disappointed, but he still held a faint smile, "what's the matter? I don't want to go out today. "

He habitually took his hand to rub it and put it on his mouth.

Meng Fu couldn't bear it. "I..."

"Well, if you don't date, don't date." He wrapped his hand in his pocket and whispered, "I know."

You know, you may still not like me so much, and you may still hold some grudge against me. You know, I haven't entered your heart yet. However, Meng Fu, I should learn to be satisfied.

Meet, how to learn.

Gu Ze suddenly realized that he had never controlled Meng Fu and let Meng Fu obey. It was clear that Meng Fu was controlling himself. He smiled and was full of joy.

When he refused, he was sad and angry. He dared not show his sadness or anger. He only dared to smile and learn from Meng Fu's commonly used words "it doesn't matter".

One step ahead and one step behind.

Guze was silent and didn't say anything along the way.

This is towards home.

It's half an hour's journey and we'll be there soon.

Gu Ze loosened Meng Fu's hand and wanted to get the key to open the door. He just released it, but Meng Fu grabbed it. The strength was very light and felt very abrupt. He released it again.

Gu Ze's heart was lifted, and his hand was put in his pocket. He didn't know whether to take it out or wait for Meng Fu to hold it back and forth.

Intuition, Meng Fu has something to say.

A faint expectation.

Before Meng Fu shook his hand back, Meng Fu withdrew his hand.

Guze's hand suddenly lost its temperature. He quickly took out his hand and held it again. "Meng Fu, don't go home. Let's go."

Ten finger buckle.

He turned around and walked towards the cinema.

When I entered the cinema, the film had begun for more than ten minutes. It was a love film. Gu Ze stared at Meng Fu's side face.

Suddenly,

He leaned over and kissed Meng Fu on the cheek.

Meng Fu looked at him in surprise. Seeing him smiling, he handed his chin and motioned him to look forward. Only then did he notice that the little lovers in the front row could not bear to hug Wen warmly.

Meng Fu lowered his eyes slightly in embarrassment.

Then, he stared at the big screen as if nothing had happened. Guze was looking at him. Guze had been looking at him. He hadn't noticed before, but now he clearly felt Guze's line of sight.

He didn't understand his appearance. Guze had seen it for more than eight years. Why did he stare at him so much.

The sight almost burned people like fire.

Out of the cinema, it rained.

The same heavy rain, very familiar scene.

Meng Fu stood stiffly at the door, his green veins jumping on his forehead and his fingertips turning white.

Guze said, "Meng Fu, wait here. I'll call a taxi." Because the commute to work is very short, Guze hasn't driven for a long time.

I'm used to walking slowly with Meng Fu.

"No," Meng Fu grabbed his clothes in time.

Guze stopped.

The sound of rain tinkling in my ears is like some kind of fear, like the roar of beasts in the night.

"Guze, don't take the bus. Wait. We'll go back when the rain is light." He said faintly. With a faint expression, he hid his fear well.

"Well, wait until the rain is light."

I turned back to the cafe downstairs and ordered two cups of hot coffee.

"Meng Fu, look around." Gu Ze's eyes indicated.

Meng Fu crossed half his neck and saw the couple sitting in front of them in the cinema. They were sitting next to them, talking and laughing.

"What a coincidence, isn't it?" Guze said.

"Yes."

The little couple who listened to me discussed where they were going to travel. They said where it was bad, where it was bad, and where it was good. They said they could go to a university by the way.

Poked the heart of Guze.

"Let's go to a university and have a look."

Meng Fu stared at the rain outside the window absentmindedly.

"Meng Fu."

"Huh?" This just returned to God, but has missed his words.

"Next spring, you go to college."

"Guze," he stared at the cup of unused coffee, "still won't go. I'm not eighteen."

You see, people are so strange. When they get out of prison, they are still thinking about going to college, atoning for their sins and living a beautiful and ordinary life. Now, these have been erased.

"It's me, it's all me."

Most of your hopes are destroyed by me. I tore up your college admission notice and laughed at your dream.

"Nothing." He smiled, as if relieved of those, "those should be."

The rain is still falling, and it doesn't stop.

Gu Ze knew that the topic came into a dead end. He secretly hated that he mentioned these things and the past. These things should be forgotten and dusty.

Since Meng Fu has a firm memory, he should help Meng Fu learn to forget.

Suddenly sighed, "Meng Fu, have you seen the film east evil and West poison?"

"Yes."

Of course, I've seen these films. Guze showed him them. Guze couldn't see him in a daze or his eyes. If he was busy, he would find a lot of films to show him.

From the suspense film at the beginning, to the later love film, comedy and so on.

"There is a kind of wine called 'drunken life and dream of death'. I should give you a glass of such wine."

"I remember at the end of the movie that 'living drunk and dreaming of death' was just a joke. The more you want to forget, the better you remember. I think it makes sense. "

"That's good." His eyes shot into his eyes, "Meng Fu, you must remember that I'm by your side."