"Fu Yanci, I'm not drunk!"
"good……"
"I'm really not drunk!"
"Then... what's with the 40-meter-long sword?"
"???"
She met the man's gaze as he watched her quietly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Ye Li regained some of her senses. "What? What happened?"
"Ah Li, you once drew a picture... of you carrying a 40-meter-long sword, don't you remember?"
A guess popped into her mind, and Fu Yanci spoke gently, trying to evoke Ye Li's memories.
"I remember..."
Ye Li nodded, "That painting was for Lan Lan."
"So, the main characters in the painting are Lan Lan and her future boyfriend?"
"yes."
A smile appeared in Fu Yanci's eyes, and Ye Li was stunned for a moment before belatedly realizing what was happening.
Looking up at him, you can see a joyful smile on his face, as if something has been released from his heart.
Ye Li nudged him. "Fu Yanci, have you seen that painting?"
Fu Yanci nodded. "Didn't you give him to Zhou Hechen?"
"I didn't!"
Ye Li retorted, "I gave that painting to Lan Lan, you don't believe me? I'll tell you tomorrow morning..."
Fu Yanci kissed her.
"Ah Li, I believe you!"
Fu Yanci gently kissed Ye Li, his eyes slowly revealing a sense of relief and a helpless amusement at his past self.
He saw it on Zhou Hechen's desk.
The painting was tucked inside Zhou Hechen's magazine.
At that time, he was tormented day and night by the roar of the beast in the cage of his heart, and his whole being was in a state of high flammability and explosiveness.
When they can't see it, the ferocious beast in the cage is banging against the cage.
It felt like there were ants crawling in his blood, stopping every now and then to bite him.
An urgent need that gnaws at your very bones.
I was eager to see her.
It's clear that seeing her smiling, radiant face because of Zhou Hechen will send your mood plummeting to rock bottom.
Every time I see Ali, the joy and restlessness in my heart intensify.
It was in that situation that he saw the painting.
The man in front of her is a handsome man kneeling before a beautiful woman, weeping bitterly.
Turn it over, and on the back is a slender figure carrying a large sword.
Unfold a whole sheet of paper, and the sense of space and the figures leap off the page.
It's as if the artist is warning the recipient: You better behave yourself, or I'm not going to let you get away with this!
In the innocent, budding stage of first love, hoping that the other person only has eyes for you, a hidden possessiveness takes hold, making drawing such a funny and humorous cartoon to tease and warn you perfectly appropriate.
The young girl's desire to express herself but her shyness were clearly evident.
At that time, Ye Li and Zhou Hechen were at their closest.
Zhou Hechen is five years older, which is the prime of a young man's youth and vitality.
Ye Li, on the other hand, is like a pear blossom just beginning to bloom on a branch, pure and bright.
Handsome men and beautiful women.
Childhood sweethearts.
No amount of the most beautiful words could be used to describe them at that time, so both families were happy to see it happen and often teased the two of them.
Fu Yanci could not describe the feeling he had when he saw the painting.
The woman in the painting is high above.
The man was humble and pathetic.
Even in that disheveled state, he was still insanely jealous of Zhou Hechen.
If it were him, he wouldn't shed tears.
As long as he has the opportunity to openly express his feelings, as long as Ali can see him, even if he is covered in wounds and blood, crawling at her feet, he would be happy to do so.
Hearing Fu Yanci recount what happened back then, Ye Li was stunned. "So, you thought I drew my future self and Zhou Hechen?"
Fu Yanci remained silent, but the answer was obvious.
Memories long forgotten were brought back to life because of Fu Yanci's inner turmoil.
Ye Li looked down at the faintly gleaming patterns on his shirt, unconsciously stroking it as she said, "When we were doing homework together, I opened my bag and found a love letter that had been stuffed into my bag sometime during the day."
Two girls, one big and one small, smiled broadly at the clumsy yet sincere love letter.
Ye Li jokingly asked Lan Lan if she liked that boy.
Lan Lan looked at the signature at the end of the love letter, but had no idea who the recipient was.
Then, as we talked, the conversation turned to the future.
Then, that cartoon came about.
"Back then, my sister and I were like twins; we even went to the bathroom together..."
Thinking of her happy childhood, Ye Li smiled broadly, "So I painted that picture while hiding in Zhou Hechen's room."
I don't remember if it was Fu Minghui who called her downstairs to eat.
Or something else entirely.
In short, the completed painting was simply left in Zhou Hechen's magazine.
As luck would have it, Fu Yanci saw it.
My heart ached, then an endless sweetness welled up inside.
Ye Li reached out and hugged Fu Yanci, "Fu Yanci, why are you so silly?"
So stupid...he'd even be jealous of a 40-meter-long sword!
With a soft sigh, Fu Yanci lowered his head and pecked Ye Li's lips. "Ali, it's not that I'm stupid, it's because you are too warm and wonderful!"
At that time, Fu Yanci was still the second young master of the Fu family.
My father passed away, my mother was far away from the capital, and I had no siblings.
In the vast Fu family, the only person who could calmly sit down and have a conversation was Fu Mingzhen, the eldest son of the Fu family.
Fu Mingzhen is a very good person, a gentle and composed gentleman.
But when he was with Fu Mingzhen, Fu Yanci became the tragic contrast.
The eldest uncle and aunt were very loving, and when they were with Fu Mingzhen, they were the epitome of a loving father and mother.
On the contrary, he couldn't even utter the words "Mom" or "Dad".
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