Chapter 71 Brother, can you please beg me?
"...Threat?" Fu Yunlu chewed on the word, tilting her head against the wall, staring at Liang Guanyue's reflection in the car window. She smiled and said, "Are you speaking up for her?"
Liang Guanyue clicked his tongue, found a place to park temporarily, and turned on the hazard lights. His hands gripped the steering wheel, perhaps trying to deal with the strange and irritating feeling in his heart. His fingers tapped the handles rapidly in turns like playing the piano. Silence spread in the car, and a thick cloud of sorrow hung over the two of them, as if lightning and thunder were about to strike at any moment.
"I'm sorry." Fu Yunlu sensed the solemn atmosphere and quickly calmed down. He still chose to be the first to give in. He straightened himself and said, "We rarely see each other once a month. Let's not make things unpleasant because of outsiders, okay? I won't do this again. You have your own circle of friends, and I shouldn't interfere without permission." He pursed his lips, sighed softly, and then said, "I'm really... very sorry for my inconsiderateness.
"......" Liang Guanyue felt that she should say something to express her opinion at this time, but her lips seemed to be sewn together by needles, and once she opened her mouth, she would feel the pain of her skin being pulled.
Fu Yunlu felt that this wasn't enough because of Liang Guanyue's silence. He pricked his palm with his nails and forced himself to say, "Now I can apologize for disturbing her." He glanced at Liang Guanyue's profile. "What else do you need me to do, Guanyue? You can tell me. I'm not very good at guessing your inner thoughts."
"What you need to do now is not to do anything, including talking." Liang Guanyue was confused. He felt unfamiliar with himself and wanted Fu Yunlu to shut up temporarily, because every word Fu Yunlu said made Liang Guanyue feel that he was becoming more unfamiliar and confused. Those emotions were like dense silk threads that entangled him in a disorderly manner.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and after about two or three seconds, his voice came out smoothly. He said nonsensically, "Come here and kiss me."
"?" Fu Yunlu was a little confused, but more surprised, but facing Liang Guanyue's commanding tone, he still obediently moved closer. Because Liang Guanyue didn't look at him, Fu Yunlu just kissed his cheek. Liang Guanyue snorted and laughed, saying, "Don't be so naive, brother."
Fu Yunlu said: "Then turn your head and look at me."
Liang Guanyue turned her head and glanced at him, and before Fu Yunlu could move, she reached out, covered the back of his neck, pressed him towards her and kissed him.
"No one asked you to apologize to her. She should apologize to me for disturbing me so many times." Liang Guanyue stroked the light mole under Fu Yunlu's lip with her thumb, stared at it for a while, then raised her eyes to look at Fu Yunlu, "Also, your apology shouldn't be so cheap." After saying that, she felt a little regretful.
As if you care about him.
Fu Yunlu's heart began to beat again, and she smiled and kissed Liang Guanyue's lips again: "If it can make you feel comfortable, then it is not cheap."
"Brother is very good at saying nice things."
"I learned it from you."
"I'm astonished that you still remember the lies I told you a few years ago." Liang Guanyue changed gears and stepped on the accelerator to start the car. The regret she felt was exacerbated by Fu Yunlu's beaming face. So she chuckled, "I really don't understand why you like me. Maybe you nobles have it too easy, so you always want to find some different ways to suffer in life."
Fu Yunlu was not sad. He was still happy about Liang Guanyue's thoughtfulness. He smiled and said, "I don't know why."
Liang Guanyue said, "If you don't know, get out."
"Because feelings often have no reason, they are beyond my control, and I have no way to explain them." Fu Yunlu recalled the past, "When people hate, there are always all kinds of reasons, but when it comes to love, it is often difficult to express a true reason that can fully summarize all the reasons for this feeling."
Liang Guanyue said expressionlessly: "Isn't it because of this face?"
Fu Yunlu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Your appearance is indeed enough to attract people's attention, but the Federation is not short of beauties, and I will not give all my feelings to a face."
"Really?" Liang Guanyue said, "Then if I shave my face, can you still say these words?"
Fu Yunlu frowned upon hearing this, then immediately put away her smile and said seriously, "Guan Yue, don't say that."
"Why, you said you don't care about your face, but you can't bear to let go?"
"Liang Guanyue, I may have a very bad image in your heart." Fu Yunlu said in a deep voice, "But if you are really tired of me and would rather hurt yourself than let me stay away from you, I can leave."
Liang Guanyue seemed stunned for a moment, then muttered something quietly. Fu Yunlu didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?"
Liang Guanyue didn't look away, but reached out and slapped Fu Yunlu's forehead with quite a bit of force. There was only a crisp "snap" sound when skin touched skin. Fu Yunlu leaned back and hissed in pain, "Baby, a gentleman uses words, not fists—"
"Fu Yunlu, I'm scolding you for not being able to distinguish truth from lies. You're so stupid."
Fu Yunlu rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "I told you to talk, not to do both."
"As if you take everything I say seriously," Liang Guanyue sneered. "You're really delusional. Would I really do something that would hurt myself for you? You take yourself too seriously."
Fu Yunlu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this: "I hope that when it comes to matters concerning your personal safety, you won't care about anyone else, as long as you can protect yourself to the greatest extent possible."
Liang Guanyue said, "Nonsense. Do you even need to say that?"
"You're talking like a child now." Fu Yunlu pinched his thin cheek hatefully, "You..."
Liang Guanyue suddenly asked, "Fu Yunlu, if one day I push you out to die for my own safety, will you hate me?"
"Do you think I can?"
"You will." Liang Guanyue said firmly, "People like you will definitely."
Fu Yunlu wisely didn't ask "What kind of person am I?". He probably knew what Liang Guanyue was going to say. There was no need to ask for trouble, and he had no intention of defending himself. He loosened his hands, crossed his arms in front of his chest, closed his eyes and recalled the scene of that day - the eighteen-year-old Liang Guanyue, who was still young and green, stood on the podium, his thin body standing straight, as if nothing could crush him.
"Do you remember what you said on stage when you first entered Stroh?"
Liang Guanyue was puzzled and said, "Who would remember that? But the school asked me to tell you about my miserable life story to show their kindness in waiving my tuition, so I did it. I can't remember the rest."
Fu Yunlu smiled and said, "I was there at that time, sitting in the center of the first row below the podium."
Liang Guanyue was not surprised: "You were very popular at that time."
"Your state during your speech attracted me, but unfortunately you didn't even meet my eyes from beginning to end."
"The auditorium is huge, and there's a huge crowd of people down there. You could hold up a support sign, and maybe I'll be able to see you."
Fu Yunlu said: "I mean, I probably fell in love with you at that time."
Liang Guanyue glanced at him and teased, "I was only eighteen years old at that time. Uncle, aren't you a little too hungry to eat anything?"
"So I was a little hesitant at the time and didn't look for you right away," Fu Yunlu said. "Later, something happened and I was temporarily transferred out of the main city. Two years later, I returned to attend a dinner party and saw you accidentally bump into Fu Wanqian, who was verbally abusing you. I was afraid that you, young and impulsive, would talk back and provoke this bad-tempered lunatic, so I asked one of my men to get Fu Wanqian out of the way."
Liang Guanyue raised an eyebrow: "I don't have any memory of being helped."
"Because you handled it so well, my help is always a step late for you."
Liang Guanyue laughed: "Brother, why don't you continue to talk about what happened next."
"I won't say anymore." Fu Yunlu begged, "You won't like it."
"Fu Yunlu," Liang Guanyue asked, "Do you regret forcing us to be together?"
"..." Fu Yunlu sighed deeply and long. "Rather than regret, the thing I've thought about most about you in the past few years is actually - if I hadn't forced you back then, would I still have the opportunity to pursue you like this?"
"I've been thinking about this for a long time but haven't gotten an answer. Liang Guanyue, can you tell me the result?"
"If I say yes, will you regret it, Fu Yunlu?"
"If it can help you get through those days that don't require hypocrisy with a better experience...why not?" Fu Yunlu asked, "So what's your answer?"
“…”
Liang Guanyue's left turn suddenly stopped. He slowly straightened the car, and the car turned from a left turn to a straight line. Fu Yunlu noticed it and hesitantly reminded him, "Guanyue, are we going the wrong direction?" He thought that his question had caused trouble for the other party, so he comforted her, "It's okay. If you don't want to answer, don't answer. Drive safely, I won't disturb you."
Liang Guanyue curled her lips and said, "I have something in my right pocket, take it out."
"What?" Fu Yunlu did as he was told in confusion. When he touched two rectangular pieces of paper, the familiar touch made Fu Yunlu guess that they were admission tickets. He held them in front of him and read the words on them: "God is Immortal".
"..." Fu Yunlu turned his head and looked at Liang Guanyue in ecstasy. He pursed his lips, trying to speak more calmly, "Isn't this my favorite play? I took you to see it before, and you thought it was boring... Why did you buy two tickets?"
When Liang Guanyue mentioned this play, he even yawned and lazily repeated it:
“For if there had never been anything real in all this, people wouldn’t believe anything in it;
Therefore, we must not conclude that, because there are so many false miracles, there are no true miracles; on the contrary, we must say that, since there are so many false miracles, there must be true miracles, and that the false miracles exist precisely because there are true miracles."
After finishing the recitation, he tilted his head and squinted at Fu Yunlu, saying with a half-smile, "I feel bored because they quoted the lines verbatim without improving them, assuming that the audience can understand their pretentious words."
Even though Liang Guanyue mercilessly criticized Fu Yunlu's favorite play, Fu Yunlu was still very happy. He said, "Even so...can I invite you to watch it with me?"
"I didn't buy this. Fana gave it to me. Don't be so touched. Also, I'm not a masochist." Liang Guanyue snorted and laughed, "I'll take you to the theater, go watch it yourself."
"It doesn't matter who bought it... Let's go together." Fu Yunlu leaned over and gently pecked his cheek, the corner of his lips, and his chin, and whispered, "Come with me again, Guan Yue."
"Brother, you can beg me."
"..." Fu Yunlu prepared herself mentally for half a minute and whispered, "...please."
Liang Guanyue laughed twice, took one of the tickets from his hand, shook it, and then put it into her pocket.
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