Chapter 136

Fu Tong had only two days off this holiday. After the holiday, he started his daily routine of walking on the itinerary and rushing to announce the news.

At eight o'clock that day, Fu Tong was woken up by the alarm clock. He opened his eyes and looked around habitually, and found that it was empty. Fu Qianyuan had already gotten up at some point, and there was not much remaining heat left in the place where he lay there.

He knew that Fu Qianyuan was busy recently and was used to his early and late return. He thought it was like this again today, but he didn't expect that as soon as he left the bedroom door, he saw Fu Qianyuan walking out of the kitchen with breakfast, wearing the seal.

Wearing an apron with the words "A Tong" by the treasure of the world.

Fu Tong: "..."

Don't ask, asking is shame, very shame, especially shame.

The same is true no matter how many times you see it.

Fu Tong rubbed his eyebrows, and his head hurt by this sense of shame. The other party involved not only did not feel ashamed, but also enjoyed the feeling of imprinting the name of his lover on his body. He stood in the morning light and smiled at Fu Tong.

Let me say: "Baby, good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"fine."

"That's good." Fu Qianyuan's eyebrows eased, "Wash and have a meal. Today I made the porridge you like. Just eat slowly. Don't worry. When you were asleep, Lu Chuan called and said the road was blocked. He and

Huang Lang will arrive in about half an hour.”

"good."

Fu Tong nodded, turned around and washed up in the bathroom. When he came out, he saw that the dining table was almost full, including steamed porridge, steamed dumplings, fried dough sticks, fried eggs, and small dumplings, and fruit dumplings. The other two people might not have finished it.

Fu Tong was silent for a few seconds: "Is the breakfast configuration a bit too sumptuous today? I think it's more than enough to feed Wen Lang."

"How? I think it's okay." Fu Qianyuan didn't think there was anything wrong, "My baby is still just a little baby, of course I have to eat better."

The little baby, who is over four digits, blushed.

He couldn't respond to this sentence with peace of mind, so he simply stopped responding and walked over to sit opposite Fu Qianyuan: "Are you going to the Monster Bureau later, or do you want to rush to inform me?"

"There are some things today, I have to go to the Monster Bureau first." Fu Qianyuan looked at him apologetically, "Sorry, I can't accompany you anymore."

"It's okay, you're busy with yours. I'm not a delicate cub like Wen Lang anymore. I don't need anyone to accompany you all the time."

Fu Tong knew that he was busy, so he was mentally prepared for this and was not disappointed: "But is something wrong? I saw that you and Bai Tang were very busy before, and the Monster Bureau also hired temporary workers. I have never been there before.

There has never been such a thing."

He wanted to ask this when he heard Xia Long say he came to apply for a temporary worker, but because Xia Long was present, it was inconvenient to ask. Later, he was interrupted by several people in the Monster Bureau and forgot it.

"Nothing happened, but there are many files that need to be sorted out from October, and the procedures are very trivial, so more people need to help." Fu Qianyuan put a small bun in Fu Tong's bowl, "Baby,

Don't worry, I will deal with these things as soon as possible, so I can come with you as soon as possible."

As he said this, his voice and expression were calm when he spoke, as if this was the truth without any concealment.

But Fu Tong didn't believe it.

He didn't say anything, and looked at Fu Qianyuan quietly. His pupils were soaked in the morning light reflected from the window, as transparent as glass, making Fu Qianyuan suddenly feel like he was already seen through by these eyes.

He was stunned and intuition that Fu Tonghui asked some questions that he didn't know how to answer, and perhaps he could only deal with lies. His body was slightly tense, and his nervousness and panic were hidden in the calm, all of which were illusions.

But Fu Tong didn't ask anything in the end.

He withdrew his gaze, picked up the small bun in the bowl and took a bite, narrowing his eyes with satisfaction: "Then you must hurry up, I have very little patience, you can't let me wait too long."

The voice was clear and cheerful, instantly breaking the heavy weight that had been around the two people.

Fu Qianyuan looked at him and nodded softly. After that, the two of them never mentioned this matter again. They talked and laughed, flirted with each other, and the time unknowingly reached 8:30.

The wall clock on the wall made a jingle sound, and Lu Chuan's voice call application was also heard.

Lu ·The Clutch Devil ·No rush to deadline · Chuan said that it would be half an hour later, and he would not be more or less.

Fu Tong answered the phone, answered a few briefly, and hung up and went out with Fu Qianyuan.

The two went downstairs together, but they were heading in different directions. Fu Tong sat in the car and watched Fu Qianyuan's figure get farther and farther away from him through the glass window, and eventually became a shallow gray dot, at the end of the street.

Disappear.

He withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes tiredly for a while.

**

Fu Tong's itinerary this time was filmed on the inner page of "redeem". This is a very magical magazine. The name translated is redemption. Most of the time, healing is not the route of warmth, but the opposite indifference and alienation.

For example, in this episode where Fu Tong is about to shoot, the theme is named [Difficult], and the shooting is mainly dark tones, with heavy and gray styles, which are probably not printed many years ago.

I want to enter dawn and travel thousands of miles.

However, walking in the fire, drowning in the cold water, trapped in the abyss,

After many years, I will never see the sky.

When the planning team of the "redeem" decided the copy and asked if there was any intention candidate, the first person that came to mind was Fu Tong.

When he first debuted, he played a similar role in an MV. The walker trapped in the thorny jungle kept walking in the direction of light, but was always covered in the shadows, and everywhere he went, there were misty swamps.

.

He walked through the bushes and into the increasingly dense fog. People could not see the end of the road, but only saw the figures of the walker gradually moving away, and the pair reflected from the layers of fog when he turned back for the last time.

Indifferent and distant eyes.

Is this road an end? Did the walker finally walk out of that forest?

——No one knows.

But everyone remembered those eyes.

With such a foundation, and the photographer and Fu Tong invited by "Redeem" are also very familiar with each other and know each other's needs and habits, this shooting is naturally not difficult for them. The shooting time is extremely compressed, at 10 o'clock

The clock started and ended just after twelve o'clock.

Lu Chuan and the person in charge went to the photography side to select films. Fu Tong had nothing to do, so he went back to the lounge first.

Huang Lang followed him in and was very considerate and sent a cup of hot water for wolfberry. Fu Tong took it and looked at Huang Lang again. Suddenly, he realized that the little assistant in front of him, who had always been lively and talked a lot, seemed to be extremely silent today. He came in.

Now I haven't said a word.

Fu Tong: It shouldn't be.

You are obviously not like this.

He felt a little strange: "What's wrong with you?"

Caught off guard, Huang Lang trembled and was obviously startled: "What's wrong...What's wrong?!"

It is not easy to be scared to stutter.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why did you suddenly become silent? Are you worried? Are you in love?"

"No, no." Huang Lang blushed and waved his hand in a panic to deny, "I don't have a relationship or no love, I... I just feel a little uncomfortable."

After saying that, he paused for a few seconds and added: "Because of the look you looked at when you were filming just now."

It was so quiet that it looked like the gray sky on the edge of the desert at first glance, and all the brilliance was covered by it, and it became silent together.

Fu Tong was stunned for his reason and soon laughed: "What's so uncomfortable about this? It's just a shooting. I haven't photographed this before."

Huang Lang naturally knew this. As a little fan of Fu Tong, he had watched the mv of the walker for many times before. He remembered all the eyes and expressions of Fu Tong inside.

It is precisely because of this that Huang Lang is more aware of the difference between the two—

The silence of a walker is an innate silence. Even at the end of the road, it has nothing to do with despair. It is the nobleness and calmness in his bones. Fu Tong's silence is a kind of silence that is almost hopeless. Huang Lang looked at him and felt that

Fu Tong seemed to have a layer of fire burning on his body, and it was surging and was about to burn him to pieces.

And the people trapped in the fire did not struggle.

Even more, he actually walked in the fire by himself.

This kind of Fu Tong made Huang Lang feel nervous.

He looked at Fu Tong and wanted to ask some of the things he was thinking about and use Fu Tong's answers to reduce his panic, but he couldn't say anything for no reason, and all his emotions were reflected in his eyes, wet.

Fu Tong was stunned by these eyes.

He actually knew what Huang Lang was thinking and knew what he said at this time to reassure him, but like Huang Lang, he couldn't say anything.

His life was really bad, almost filled with lies, how much more could he do?

In the end, Fu Tong could only avoid those eyes and whisper: "I'm hungry."

Of course, a competent assistant cannot make his artist suffer.

The same is true no matter when.

When Huang Lang heard this, he didn't care about sentimentality. The little assistant's professional quality was instantly in place: "I'm going to have a meal! Brother Tong, do you want a lunch box or something else?"

"Any meal of Wuweizhai next door is fine."

"Then I'll buy it. Wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

Huang Lang responded, and after saying that, he turned around and ran out in a hurry without waiting for Fu Tong to speak. He was very fast. When Fu Tong heard the sound, he could no longer see his little assistant. He only saw the lounge closed.

The door, and the small wind chimes that swayed on it.
To be continued...