Gu Xijue's "Warm Love" Collection

Chapter 45 I'm always by your side (12)
his secret
Coming out early from Shen Yu's birthday party, Fu Beichen didn't go home, but went to his apartment.

His apartment is not big, and the decoration is simple and unpretentious.Fu Beichen has never had too much pursuit of material life, and has always been content with food and clothing.Most of the time, he lives in his father's house that is almost flooded with books. The apartment here is contracted to a cleaning lady who cleans it once a week.So occasionally when he came to live, the apartment was clean.

After opening the door and entering the room, Fu Beichen walked all the way to the sofa and sat down without turning on the light.In the darkness, he sighed wearily.Shen Yu's question just now, intentionally or unintentionally, touched the place in his heart that had been sealed for a long time.At this moment, the white dress, the turbulent waves, the thunderous mountains and rocks, and the decisive eyes when he plunged into the water kept flashing before his eyes.

He took out a small bottle of Valium from his bag, Fu Beichen skillfully poured out two pills, and swallowed them with water.He didn't lie, for the past few days, he had been having dreams again and again.He is very familiar with this dream. For more than 20 years, even though the dreams are different every time, he understands that these plots add up to the same story.He thought about seeing a psychiatrist, but after all, he felt that the matter was too absurd and did not confide in anyone.Tranquilization is the only way he has found through long practice to relax and sleep.Although the head will always be a little dizzy after waking up, it is better than being entangled with fragmented nightmares all night.

He once wondered if Zhao Jue was related to this dream?Because the last thing she said to him at the seaside was the "Autumn Wind Ci" on the bottle in his dream: "Enter my lovesickness gate, and know my lovesickness. It's so stumbling, why don't we know each other at the beginning." She plunged into the sea, and the turbulent waves in her eyes were so similar to the flames in her dream that they were so touching.

But now, he can confirm that the dream has nothing to do with Zhao Jue...

For Zhao Jue, he has always felt guilty that "I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me".But there is another deeper feeling in his heart, he is becoming more and more aware that it is not because of her.He couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was until that day when he came home, his father's stereo came from the lyrics of Tang Minghuang crying for the noble concubine in "The Palace of Eternal Life: Crying Image": If I was willing to resist it with my body , it may not be that he directly offended the king, even if he did, so what?On the spring platform, you will win forever.Although I am alone now, what is the scenery of the rest of my life?There are only thousands of tears and thousands of sorrows, how can this hatred be repaid in the world and in the sky!
He was standing in the living room at that moment, unable to move at all, his internal organs seemed to be affected by the libretto and resonated, his heart clenched tightly.

This feeling is so similar to what he feels to the person in his dream.

It's remorse, it's reluctance, it's longing...

He believed more and more that it was a memory of his previous life.He had to believe it.

Fu Beichen pressed his swollen and painful temples, intending to wash up, and then rely on the effect of the medicine to try to fall asleep, when the phone rang. He picked up the phone that was placed beside his bag, and it was his father's call.

"dad?"

"Well... Didn't you go to Shen Yu's birthday party? Why is it so quiet around here?" Professor Fu's voice was full of anger.

Fu Beichen cheered up and replied, "I'm a little tired, so I left early. I'll sleep at my apartment tonight. Do you have anything to do?"

Professor Fu said: "It's not a big deal. Do you remember Cheng Yuanyuan, the editor of "Inheritance" last time?"

Hearing Cheng Yuanyuan, Fu Beichen regained consciousness for the most part, "What's wrong with her?"

"Why are you nervous?" Professor Fu said with a chuckle, "I just called her, but the little girl turned off the phone. I finished the first issue of the manuscript she asked, why don't you help me send it to her tomorrow. You have a car, so it’s easy to come and go.” Professor Fu always writes manuscripts by hand.

Fu Beichen thought that he happened to have something to go to her work unit, so he said, "Okay, I'll come and get it tomorrow morning."

Unexpectedly, this night, An Ding only allowed him to fall asleep quickly, but failed to prevent the intrusion of the dream—he felt that he kept his head down, kneeling in a very large, dark and cold place, and there was always a road above his head. look.

He raised his head slowly, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he just felt that he was smiling all the time.

"The sage handed down an edict, so Fu Junyan's grandson, Fu Yuanzheng, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, was loyal and filial, with both etiquette and righteousness. Three generations have devoted themselves to serving the country, and a family tradition has been handed down from generation to generation. Fuze Yin and his descendants. Therefore, Zheng has extraordinary literary talents and outstanding martial arts. A talent who lives in a phoenix..." This is a marriage decree that is supremely glorious to all men in the world, and he could only feel his hands and feet getting cold when he heard it.

In the garden, there are pines and cypresses, and there are also newly bloomed daphne.

"Liulang, have you been promoted?" A delicate female voice said.

Hearing this voice, his heart was first happy and then tense.

"Hmm." He replied muffled.

"Why aren't you happy at all?" the female voice comforted, "I know you have always followed the example of Eldest Father, but when Eldest Father became a Hanlin Bachelor, it was past the year of destiny. You are still young."

"Yeah." He turned his back, not even having the courage to look at her.

"Daddy said, when we get married, I can burn a few kilns of porcelain for myself as a dowry. I've already thought about it, I'm going to make one..."

Hearing this, he already burst into tears.

Yuanyuan woke up early in the morning and found that her phone was out of battery. When she went to work to charge it and turn it on, she found that there were two missed calls from Professor Fu last night.Yuanyuan yelled inwardly, and was about to call Professor Fu back when Zhang Yueren came in.He is still wearing a linen short shirt and trousers today, his usual decadent look has not changed, but the sense of vicissitudes between his brows has become more severe.Yuanyuan looked at him, and when he approached, she stood up to say hello, but Zhang Yueren just nodded slightly to her, and went straight to his office.

Yuanyuan couldn't help but think to himself, what's wrong with the editor-in-chief, so lonely?The landline at hand suddenly rang.

It was the call from the front desk, saying that a Mr. Fu was looking for her.

Fu?Yuanyuan's mind turned, ah, I didn't receive a call from Professor Fu yesterday. Could it be that the old man delivered it himself today?
"Please tell Mr. Fu, I'll go down to pick him up right away!" Yuan Yuan hung up the phone and rushed to the elevator like flying.

When she saw Fu Beichen, she opened her mouth in surprise, "It's you."

"You seem very disappointed." Fu Beichen looked at her and smiled faintly.

"I thought it was Professor Fu who came to deliver the manuscript, so my crime would be serious. But, you come, I am also guilty." Seeing his smile, Yuan Yuan suddenly thought of the text message last night, although it was The game, but it still made her heart beat a little faster.

"Then invite me to go up and have a cup of tea to redeem?"

Yuanyuan calmed down and replied: "Of course you can drink tea. But I'm afraid that the editor-in-chief will see you and find out that you are here to send me manuscripts, and maybe he will chop me up in a fit of anger. "Neglecting the author also affects the author's family, which is still a well-known figure.

Fu Beichen said seriously: "Don't worry, I won't expose you. I have something to ask your editor-in-chief."

"Really?" Yuanyuan naturally trusts him very much in his heart, but on the surface he still looks at him pretending to be puzzled, "Do you know the editor-in-chief Zhang Yueren?"

"do not know."

Yuanyuan was speechless for a while, and finally asked respectfully: "Let's go, Expert Fu. But I said in advance, I don't have good tea at my place."

Fu Beichen followed behind her.He suddenly felt that the dark haze in his heart these days seemed to dissipate all of a sudden.

At the desk, Yuanyuan quickly put away the manuscript that Fu Beichen handed over, and then took out the tea leaves.She didn't want to use a disposable teacup to make tea for him. It happened that when she bought the cup, she gave one as a gift. Before she used it, Yuanyuan went to wash the cup and made tea for Fu Beichen.

Fu Beichen picked up the teacup, looked inside, and found that the materials inside were really not very good, with big leaves and thick stems, as if he just grabbed a handful from the haystack and used it.But he still took a sip with dignity.

Seeing him frowned, Yuanyuan was delighted, "I told you, I don't have good tea here. But don't underestimate this tea. Master Jingshan said that this is his homemade Zen tea."

"Master Jingshan?" Fu Beichen asked suspiciously, "Which treasure temple master is this? I didn't expect you to have Buddha's fate, but I underestimated you before."

Yuanyuan smiled mysteriously, "Master Jingshan is an eminent monk, and he doesn't easily see people. He said that this Zen tea is for him to entertain distinguished guests. I just got such a small pot. I heard Professor Fu said that you You are very good at tasting tea. What did you taste in that sip just now?"

Fu Beichen was speechless.He looked at the girl in front of him with a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm not good enough, and I can't taste anything for the time being. By the way, is the cold better?"

"Well, almost."

Fu Beichen stood up holding the teacup, "That's good. Well, I'm going to talk to your editor-in-chief." Subconsciously, he wanted to touch her head with his hand, but then restrained himself, and dropped his outstretched hand, gently He patted her on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Yuan Yuan asked, "Huh? Tea..."

Fu Beichen said: "Such a good tea, let me taste it for a while."

Yuanyuan laughed, "Okay, take your time."

Fu Beichen reached the door of Zhang Yueren's office and knocked politely three times.

"Mr. Fu knows Cheng Yuanyuan very well?" After introducing themselves to each other, Zhang Yueren saw the teacup in Fu Beichen's hand sitting across from him and asked.

"We...are relatives." Fu Beichen smiled politely.

"Oh?"

"The relationship is already very far away. It's a mouthful, so I won't introduce it." Fu Beichen said, and took out an item wrapped in newspaper from his bag.After opening, it is a pair of very delicate porcelain mandarin ducks.The change of glaze color on the pair of mandarin ducks is very strange, and it looks vivid and lifelike.

"It turns out that Gao Ling asked Mr. Fu to help me repair this piece of porcelain." Zhang Yueren took the porcelain mandarin duck carefully, looked at it carefully, and then praised, "Such a 'ghost hand' repairs the porcelain." It’s a unique skill, it’s really better to see it than to hear it.”

"Just as long as you're satisfied." Fu Beichen went to Jingdezhen two days ago. Boss Gao found out about his itinerary, and came to him for a drink.But it is still one person tasting wine and one person tasting tea.Fu Beichen took a sip of tea, and frowned unconsciously: it was still a thick tea stalk.However, he still held the teacup in his hand without disdain.

"Gao Ling also asked me to bring you a sentence."

"Please say."

"He said that a broken mirror is hard to make up, no matter how perfect this pair of mandarin ducks are, they are just deceiving themselves."

Zhang Yueren was silent for a while, and Fu Beichen didn't interrupt.

"He told you about me?"

"Yes, and no." Fu Beichen considered it for a while, "You are old classmates, you know, he doesn't drink well."

Hearing the words, Zhang Yueren smiled wryly, "I understand." Then he said with emotion, "Sometimes, I really envy Gao Ling. If he doesn't get married and doesn't care about him, he doesn't have so many troubles. But there are Sometimes I feel that it is a pity that I will not be in pain for a lifetime."

Regarding this, Fu Beichen was noncommittal, he only said: "Everyone has his own needs."

"Too."

On Yuanyuan's side, after Fu Beichen entered Zhang Yueren's office, many people surrounded him, asking who it was.The demeanor is elegant, and it is not mortal at first glance.

Yuanyuan said, "Fu Beichen."

Everyone pondered for a while, and said, "Good name!"

Yuan Yuanxin said, it doesn't look like she is ignorant - unless she really likes ceramics, people in other circles are still unfamiliar with Fu Beichen.It really is like a mountain, even though he is picturesque.

"What are you thinking? You're smiling so wickedly!" A colleague asked Yuanyuan.

"I thought it was fun." Yuanyuan laughed, and said, "Speaking of heroes, why are you all around my place? The leader came over and saw it, and they will accuse me of disturbing public order."

A female colleague laughed and said, "It's not you who disturbed the public order, but that handsome guy inside."

Another female colleague asked, "Yuan Yuan, what is your relationship with him?"

Yuan Yuan let them ask all kinds of questions, just doing Tai Chi with a smile.When she finally couldn't resist, the door of Zhang Yueren's office opened.

Zhang Yueren wanted to send Fu Beichen downstairs, and they thanked each other for a while, but Fu Beichen couldn't help it. He glanced at Cheng Yuanyuan, who was surrounded by many people, and said, "Editor Zhang, please be busy. If you really want to send me off, let Cheng Yuanyuan send me off." All right."

Zhang Yueren nodded and said, "That's fine."

Yuanyuan got the order of the editor-in-chief and sent Fu Beichen downstairs.Yuanyuan could feel the eyes of his colleagues watching them all the time, until they walked out of the office and turned the corner.

Yuanyuan was about to press the elevator button, but this time Fu Beichen said, "Let's take the stairs."

She froze for a moment, "Oh."

The two walked downstairs side by side, and Yuanyuan said, "Fu Beichen, just now a lot of people expressed their curiosity about you to me, and after I go up later, they will definitely continue to question me about your information."

"Well. You won't betray me, will you?"

"If it's good, why not? Unless..."

Fu Beichen looked at her, and Yuanyuan stopped pretending, and said loyally: "I must be mighty and unyielding, rich and noble. However, I have already revealed your name. They say your name is nice."

Fu Beichen laughed, looked at her and said softly, "Thank you."

Yuanyuan doesn't understand, thank her?Why should I thank her?Isn't she the one who bothers him all the time?Perhaps he was thanking her for sending him down.

So Yuanyuan said: "It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Fu Beichen smiled and said nothing.

When the two of them reached the entrance of the building, Fu Beichen stood still. He raised his hand and finally gently touched the hair on Yuanyuan's cheek.Fu Beichen was graceful and graceful, and the touch was immediate, so Yuanyuan didn't feel awkward.Then she heard Fu Beichen ask her: "I have an old friend who has been preparing for many years and organized an exhibition of porcelain and porcelain plate paintings. It will open tonight and invite me to participate. Yuanyuan, are you interested in going to see it together?" ?”

"Porcelain plate painting? What is that?" Yuanyuan Xinqi asked.

"It's better to go to see it in person than to listen to others. It's more clear and transparent." Fu Beichen paused, and added, "Generally, there will be a lot of delicious food in this kind of opening exhibition, such as beautiful handmade dim sum."

Yuanyuan was immediately intrigued.

Fu Beichen said softly, "Then I'll pick you up after get off work?"

"it is good!"

When he was off work, Wang Yang came to Cheng Bai and said, "Dr. Cheng, my beloved bicycle has lost its chain. I will trouble you to give me and my bicycle a ride today."

Cheng Bai hummed, indicating that he knew.He took off his white coat and hung it up, then unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them up slightly, first left and then right, slowly.Wang Yang couldn't help shaking his head, no wonder so many little doctors and nurses liked him.

Because he wanted to take Dr. Wang to the car dealership, Cheng Bai took Zhongshan Road, which he never used to take, because it was the main road in the city center, and there was a severe traffic jam during off-duty hours.When passing a building, Cheng Bai saw her, to be precise, it was them.

Looking through the window glass, two people standing facing each other were talking.She was wearing a dark blue dress today, and her hair was loose. When the wind blew, a few strands of hair flew up gently and touched his arm.She brushed her hair behind her ears, tilted her head slightly and said something, the man nodded with a smile.Then the two got into the car.

Cheng Bai watched the car move expressionlessly and drove into the traffic flow.

(End of this chapter)