Chapter 51 Sanrio is a fool who only wants love.
It's been a week of cooling temperatures in Shenzhen. There were lightning and thunder outside, the air was freezing, and inside, the weather was changing dramatically, and we never got tired of it.
During the first hour of isolation in the master bedroom, he broke several of her hairs, and as compensation, she buried many seeds.
In the third hour of isolation, in front of the bathroom mirror, the unclear Medusa tattoo and the shaking face intertwined.
For the fifth hour, isolated from the world, they cuddled together on the sofa in the living room, greedily absorbing each other's warmth and expressing their desire to spend day and night in love with each other.
During the boring leisure time, Luo Shu sat on his lap and helped him apply the medicine. After that, she dressed him up on a whim. She pushed his bangs back and pinned colorful hairpins all over his head. She covered his eyes with her palms and raised and lowered her eyebrows like teasing a child.
"Oh, who is so good-looking?"
Fang Qingzhuo raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with love as he replied, "Who is it?"
"It turns out to be my boyfriend."
Fang Qingzhuo's mouth was stretched all the way to the back of his ears.
Suddenly feeling like something was missing, Luo Shu pulled out her phone: "Don't move. I'll take a picture and use it as your new lock screen wallpaper."
The child was immediately troubled: "This... isn't good."
"Why not? I was planning to post it on WeChat Moments." She sulked and asked, "You don't want me to use your photo as my screensaver?"
"It's not that I don't like it." Fang Qingzhuo still wanted to hold on to the last bit of his bottom line, "Just... let's change to Zhang Cheng. If outsiders see us like this, we'll be laughed at."
"Who dares to laugh at you?"
Luo Shu was originally quite self-righteous, but when her eyes met his head full of Sanrio hairpins, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He seems to be a favored child of heaven, but he actually likes this. It would be really laughable if the news got out.
But the words had already been spoken, and she couldn't go back on her word and hook her arms around his neck and act coquettishly towards him.
“I just wanted to take pictures.”
Fang Qingzhuo didn't hug her with his hands out of principle, and warned himself in his heart that he should not be easily manipulated. He turned his head to let out a breath, and when he came back, he saw Luo Shu looking at him pitifully. The necklace he gave her jumped out from her collar. Last night, this silver snake chain trembled in his sight all night, and the diamond on the pendant sparkled, as charming as the fine light at the corner of its owner's eyes.
What to do? Get used to it.
If you are laughed at, you will be laughed at. Some people want to wear it but don’t have a girlfriend to wear it for them.
With the mentality of not wanting to suffer any loss, Fang Qingzhuo asked for a benefit: "Then sing a song for me, the same song you sang for me at the shopping mall event."
A song written for you by Khalil Fong.
Luo Shu thought it was a big deal, straightened her back, and immediately put on airs, acting like a queen at a concert: "In response to the wishes of my fans, I dedicate this famous song to everyone."
Clearing his throat, he said, "Lend me your ears for a few minutes..."
The familiar melody and lyrics carried memories across Fang Qingzhuo's mind. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a breeze in the boundless wilderness, a free and unrestrained breeze, or like a carbonated drink in the scorching sun, bubbling with satisfaction.
Unfortunately, happy times are always short-lived, because Luo Shu sang so happily that she also performed a medley of songs for free.
"Why listen to sad love songs and think they are so romantic? No matter how romantic it is, it will be broken apart."
"Brother, you said you won't fight anymore. You're just a fool who only wants love. You just want a stable family. Yes, we have all changed and become more realistic."
At the climax, he clenched his fist into a microphone and passed it to his lips to interact with fans.
"Brother, give me a hug and tell me what's on your mind."
If Fang Qingzhuo really wanted to reveal his current feelings, it would be: Who is your brother? In this life, no, not in three lifetimes, he refused to answer.
He didn't speak for a few seconds, then suddenly interrupted with a roll of his Adam's apple: "Sing it again."
Luo Shu asked uncertainly, "What do you mean by singing it again?"
"Sing the song again."
"Brother, can you give me a hug?"
"Um."
"Brother, you said you won't fight anymore..."
"No, next sentence."
"I just want to..."
Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere by singing the following lyrics, Fang Qingzhuo couldn't wait to pack up the person and carry him into the bedroom as requested by Party A's father.
In another corner of the city, the president's office on the top floor of Yike Real Estate received a call sincerely inviting an old friend to get together.
"Jueshan, there's no end to making money. Brother, I've bought some antiques. I'll be happy to have you and Lao Gu come and play with them when the time comes."
"Okay, I received a bottle of rare vintage Chateau Conti these past two days, so I'll bring it over."
A reminder came from the other end: "Oh, remember to bring Qingzhuo with you. Anqi is also at home at the moment. Young people should cultivate their relationship. Our two families have been friends for so many years. It would be great if we could make it even closer."
Fang Jueshan chewed over this call, which had other ulterior motives: "So this game isn't for the old buddies, but to bring the younger generation together."
"What you said, have you forgotten that our two families were almost married? The old lady really likes my Anqi, and I have watched Qingzhuo grow up since he was a child. I am very satisfied."
Marriage, a move he never needed to make in his lifetime, would his son make it? Fang Jueshan asked a soul-searching question.
Think about it, he sacrificed a lot to get what he has today.
Does one have to add one to equal two? Of course not. The people who make the rules will cleverly change the addends. If yours is 0.5, then mine is 1.5. If yours is 0.1, then mine is 1.9. The result is two.
When it comes to educating children, he won't rashly accuse them, nor will he criticize right or wrong with the perspective of an experienced person. What he can do is to subtly change their immature thinking and then give them some guidance.
If Fang Qingzhuo wants to pursue his dream and leave his family resources, then let him follow him and leave. But as long as he does not have the ability to consolidate the equilateral triangle of career, love and family, there will be people and things to teach him.
He didn't have to be the bad guy.
"Of course, you can." Fang Jueshan said with some reservation, "But that brat has a girlfriend recently, I don't know if he's willing to come."
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The call from Guan Siqi came on the first day of school, when Fang Qingzhuo sent Luo Shu to the dormitory building.
"What's wrong?"
Guan Siqi: "Let me get straight to the point. There's something wrong with Yangzi."
"What's wrong?"
"He seems to be suffering from a mental illness."
Every failure brings wisdom. Fang Qingzhuo asked tentatively, "Did he tell you that?"
"No, I saw him taking medicine."
"It's normal to take medicine when you feel uncomfortable."
"I looked it up secretly, and it's medicine for bipolar disorder."
Fang Qingzhuo paused as he opened the car door: "I'm not a psychiatrist."
"But eighty percent of his illness comes from you."
Being accused of such a crime, Fang Qingzhuo was indescribably angry: "So, it's my fault, so he blames me. Do I need to pay him with my life?"
"That's not what I meant."
"What do you mean?"
"You should be gentle with him."
"Let him puncture my tire again."
"Fang Qingzhuo, I'm not kidding you."
Guan Siqi on the other side let out a howl and took a deep breath. "He's not feeling well right now. He's being provoked by those close to him, and his attempts to gain a foothold in the company have been constantly denied by Uncle Gu and the shareholders. You're not unaware of Uncle Gu's repressive education. He's really having a harder time than we see on the surface."
"Ask yourself, can you bear to see your brother, who grew up with you, lose control of his emotions like a madman, living like a powder keg ready to explode? I just talked to his therapist, and his condition isn't particularly severe at this stage. The person who caused the problem must untie it. Can you just put on a little act in front of him, not asking you to really break up, and wait until he's willing to cooperate with treatment? Please, I beg you. It's painful for me to be caught between you two."
After a while, Fang Qingzhuo said coldly: "My sense of morality is not that high. I won't say anything more. I'm driving."
The phone was forcibly disconnected and thrown towards the central control. Fang Qingzhuo leaned back in his seat and thought about it for less than ten minutes, which was no less than throwing the phone all over the mountains. If his sense of morality was really low, why didn't he start the car for a long time? Why didn't he follow the navigation to his usual places such as home or company, but instead followed Guan Siqi's wishes to go see Gu Yang.
That night, the three of them were having a drink and playing around like they did in the past. Fang Qingzhuo was absent-mindedly recalling the lingering scene that happened today. When he came to find Gu Yang, he happened to run into a senior management meeting. In the bathroom corridor, he inadvertently saw an unforgettable scene. In front of the mirror on the washstand, Gu Yang was suffering from somatic torture without any warning. His palms were on the table, his face was paler than the white shirt he was wearing, and he stared down at the water flowing from the faucet. He was not sure if it was tinnitus, and kept shaking his head to try to get rid of the annoying electric sound.
Even if you lose control, you still have to be patient.
Fang Qingzhuo seemed to be nailed to the spot, witnessing the person in the mirror with inexplicable excitement, then inexplicable worry, sometimes getting angry and smashing his head because the faucet couldn't be closed tightly, and sometimes feeling suffocated by guilt after calming down.
The rift and unhappiness between them quickly melted under Guan Siqi's steadfast assurances, but Fang Qingzhuo inexplicably felt a sense of estrangement, a sense of distance that had vanished yet remained intact. It was like the incorrect answers on a test paper, which, despite repeated erasers, remained, leaving the paper scarred. It was also like the scar at the end of his eyebrow, barely half the size of a fingernail. Even though Luo Shu did her best to apply ointments and herbal remedies daily, the scar remained deeply etched, refusing to fade.
It was late at night and the place was noisy. Guan Siqi was drunk and hugged Fang Qingzhuo to talk about the unhappy past. He asked him if he was hired by Monkey to trick his brothers and asked him if he wanted to be his brother-in-law. As he was talking, he changed his mind and hugged Gu Yang. He kept blaming himself for not noticing it earlier and almost burst into tears.
Fang Qingzhuo slapped him in the face, suppressed his nausea and stuffed the unknown liquid, which was either tears or snot, back into his mouth to prevent him from letting the cat out of the bag.
That night, everyone appeared to be having a great time, and there was even an absurd illusion that they were having too much fun.
Wearing a mask called secrets, they try hard to maintain the illusion of harmony.
Fang Qingzhuo doesn't like lying. Once he tells a lie, countless lies will follow until it becomes a towering building. However, the word "insincerity" runs through his life.
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