: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (38)

Author: Yaoli

: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (38)

"Go out and close the door."

When Yue Ling walked to the door, he turned around and glanced at her when he heard Yan Ran's words. How had he ever been so controlled by someone?

But he still closed the door obediently.

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Yan Ran came back very late that day, almost eleven o'clock.

Turning on the small light in the living room, she was wrapped in the cold air. She pushed off her coat as she walked, lowered her head, and thought deeply.

She stood for a long time, so long that she seemed to be integrated into the darkness.

Until there was movement in the bedroom, Fu Ji walked out in his pajamas. He seemed to have not slept yet.

"Brother Yan?" Fu Ji blinked.

The young man stood frozen in place for too long, which made him feel something was wrong.

Yan Ran was silent for a while, and seemed to sigh helplessly. He walked over naturally as usual, hugged Fu Ji, and kissed his chin, "Why aren't you sleeping so late?"

She lowered her voice very low, with a smooth ending. Fu Ji lowered his head and kissed Yan Ran's face, holding his arms tightly around her slender waist.

Her low voice was filled with pure tenderness: "I'm waiting for you to come home."

The air was silent for a few seconds. Fu Ji met Yan Ran's eyes, which were complicated and seemed to be filled with a smile. She touched Fu Ji's still silky long hair and said nothing, but her actions showed that she was now

I was in a good mood at this time, and it was obvious that I especially liked Fu Ji's words.

After taking a bath and turning off the lights, Yan Ran lay on the bed. The pillow in the middle had been thrown away. The two of them had their arms pressed together, and Fu Ji could feel the warm body temperature.

Yan Ran seemed to have noticed something, and consciously stretched out her feet between his calves to warm his cold body. After a while, Yan Ran fell into a drowsy sleep.

Fu Ji, who should have had his eyes closed now, now had his eyes open. His body did not move, and his head turned in the direction of Yan Ran.

Yan Ran was already fast asleep, her pale and beautiful features were dimly soaked in the dark night, like an oil painting, and her warm breath slowly slapped the side of Fu Ji's face.

Fu Ji's eyes were too calm.

Vaguely, he was keenly aware that there was something wrong with Yan Ran's mood, such as the kiss just now. Normally Yan Ran would kiss the corner of his mouth when he came back, but just now, she just kissed his chin, and the kiss was very perfunctory.

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The temperature on his body was getting warmer, but the emotion in his eyes was more biting than the cold wind in winter.

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Yan Ran would go out with Fu Ji every time she took a break. Unfortunately, she was too busy at work and couldn't even take a few days off in a month.

Fu Ji likes art exhibitions, and he will take a look at almost any art exhibition by a master.

Fu Ji likes to watch horror movies and eat barbecue. Yan Ran also learned that Fu Ji likes to eat strawberry ice cream.

In the middle of winter, Yan Ran didn't really allow it, fearing that Fu Ji would get a bad stomach.

But Fu Ji really insisted, so Yan Ran agreed.

When it comes to barbecue, Fu Ji likes places with lots of people, which is the remote corner where the two of them met last time. She asked Fu Ji why he likes this barbecue restaurant, and Fu Ji said that the barbecue at that restaurant tastes good.

So, Yan Ran took Fu Ji away without asking any more questions.

Even though she didn't think there was anything different about that barbecue restaurant, the sanitary environment was not good, there were many people, there was a lot of smoke, and the smell made her nose choke, she still brought Fu Ji here.

Yan Ran resisted the onset of mysophobia and covered her nose with a wet wipe. It took a while before she felt better.

She didn't eat much, and she only moved her chopsticks when Fu Ji baked it himself.

After staying for a while, Yan Ran's face turned red. He didn't know whether it was due to the heat or the smoke.

After Fu Ji finished eating and Yan Ran paid the bill, he left.

As soon as he went outside and breathed in the fresh air, even if it was cold, Yan Ran felt much better.

"Brother Yan doesn't like barbecue, right?" Fu Ji suddenly asked.

The warmth on Yan Ran's face was blown away by the wind, leaving only a pale look, "No, the barbecue is pretty good."

Fu Ji stopped. He looked at Yan Ran condescendingly and spoke clearly: "If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Brother Yan, there is no need to lie to me. I don't like the feeling of being cheated."

Yan Ran's breathing seemed to have stopped for a moment - as if it were an illusion. Soon he resumed the light, even, and steady breathing frequency, and answered Fu Ji's voice in a deep, steady voice: "I

There’s no need to lie to you.”

Dislike is a feeling, it will change, and it will be easy to try because of another person. Yan Ran does not like this shabby and poor little place, but if Fu Ji brought her here, then she will also not like it.

Become like it.

Fu Ji stared at her for a while, then smiled and raised the corners of his lips, but his tender eyes seemed to have become colder, but if you look carefully, it seemed to be an illusion.

This barbecue restaurant is very remote. The alley is too small for Yan Ran's car to drive in. We still have to walk a long way. Unfortunately, it rains halfway through the walk.

The two people quickly ran to the nearby eaves to take shelter from the rain.

Thousands of raindrops fell from the sky and fell on the road paved with bluestones. The ground gradually became slippery, and the mottled moss between the gaps between the stone slabs became greener. The green grass in the corner was hung with crystal raindrops, and they slipped instantly, and the grass

The leaves become extremely bright, glowing with a faint green light, which is refreshing.

It was because Fu Ji said he wanted to eat barbecue that the two of them were in such an awkward situation. He thought Yan Ran would be unhappy, but Yan Ran didn't seem to have any intention of getting angry.

Yan Ran just glanced at him, then patted the raindrops off his body and said, "I saw the weather forecast and brought an umbrella with me today, but I forgot to take it in the car."

She said this with some unnoticeable self-blame.

Fu Ji's heart was pounding, and his mouth was not as sharp as usual. He opened and closed, and finally said dryly: "If I didn't insist on eating this barbecue, I wouldn't be like this. Don't you blame me?"

Yan Ran seemed amused and answered patiently: "I took you out to play today. Of course, the main thing is to make you have fun. How can I blame you?"

Fu Ji's pupils trembled. He was calm but at a loss as he stood beside Yan Ran to hide from the rain.

After a while he heard Yan Ran ask: "Have you ever thought about opening a painting exhibition?"

Fu Ji was stunned. The tip of his tongue first touched the roof of his mouth and then lowered it flatly. Several words stuck in his throat rolled over and over in Fu Ji's mouth.

Then his eyes moved up to that pale face.

"Do you think I can?"

His painting style was too dark and few people could appreciate it. He never thought of sharing it with others. All his paintings were gathering dust and no one else had ever seen them.

Yan Ran didn't say anything clearly. She still said casually and with a smile, "If you want."
Chapter completed!