Serial | "long Night fluorescent Lamp" 1

Content summary: 

His world was dead and silent, and only Zhong Yuanzhong was his accident. 

He forbade her to play with others, ignore him, or even play with dolls. 

Zhong Yuanzhong: how on earth can you let me go? 

Fu: since I met you, I have had no other choice. 

Like a long night, a person walking alone in despair, in front of fluorescent light. 

Chapter 1 Shadow always depends on light. 

The cold winter wind beat against the window and the crackling sound of firecrackers flooded into the warm room. 

Zhong Yuanzhong sat in the living room making dumplings and yawned again. 

The day before yesterday, she rushed back to Nan Qing City from Beitang City for the Spring Festival. She didn't have a good rest. Now she was dragged to prepare the New year's Eve dinner. 

She was an average cook and could only help with a few small dishes, but Fu Lingqing said that she worked hard and rarely came back to have a good rest, but she was afraid that she would not feel a sense of participation in the New year's Eve dinner, so she was asked to sit in the living room and make some dumplings. 

Aunt Zhang was busy in the kitchen, Fu Lingqing was helping, and the smell of the food drifted away with the transpiration of white air. 

Even if Fu Lingqing is always gentle and smiling, Zhong Yuanqing can detect her high spirits. From time to time, she looks at her mobile phone as if she is waiting for some news, and often looks at the porch as if she is waiting for someone to come. 

When Zhong Ligao comes back? 

It's impossible. Zhong Yuanzhong denied this answer the next second. 

There may be some distinguished guests coming to the door, but Fu Lingqing never socializes at home, presumably waiting for her close relatives or friends. 

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Just thinking, the sound of the password lock entering the door interrupted Zhong Yuanzhong's mind. 

Fu Lingqing, who has always been calm, hurried to the porch at a rare pace. 

Zhong Yuanzhong pinched his fingertips and made another dumpling. He was about to look up to see who it was when he heard Fu Lingqing's soft call-"Ah Yi". 

Zhong Yuanzhong acted for a moment in a trance. 

The name faded out of her life for so long that even the memory of the person seemed to have been pressed into a piece of frosted glass. 

"Ah Yuan, after seven years, you are finally willing to go home." 

Fu Lingqing's eyes were slightly red, and he soon suppressed his mood and returned to business as usual. "come in first." 

As the footsteps approached, with a bang, the dumplings slipped out of their hands and fell onto the plate. Zhong Yuanzhong slowly regained consciousness and realized that Fu Ember had come back. 

She reached out and drew two wet paper towels, wiped the white flour off her hands, stood up, and looked up. 

Fu Ember lost a lot of weight, looked a little pale, his facial features lost his youthful sense of youth, and the lines were more clear and smooth. 

That pair of eyes are still as good-looking as those depicted by an art pen, showing the Radian of the inside and the outside, and the beauty is paradoxically mixed with coldness and eccentricity. 

"have your luggage taken up to the second floor, and the room on the second floor where you used to live has been packed." 

Fu Lingqing said, "sit down first, and the meal will be ready later." 

Fu Ember nodded his head gently and took off his coat to show that his figure was long and thin. 

He sat on the sofa with his hands casually on his knees and his head slightly lowered. 

From Zhong Yuanzhong's point of view, you can see his broken forehead hair, fine eyelashes, and slightly pursed lips. He looks a little tired, his eyes drooping, and now he has a faint cyan. 

She was about to look back when she noticed a circle of tattoos on his left wrist on her knee. 

There is no trick, a thick black circle because his skin is too cold and white, so it is very conspicuous. 

The surrounding skin is a little red and swollen, it seems that it should be just written soon. 

Zhong Yuanzhan withdrew his sight and remembered to go to the barbershop for a haircut before going home for the Spring Festival. He happened to see two young people dyeing their hair red and the other green. In their words, it was a new atmosphere for the Chinese New year and a new image of going home. 

She thought about it for a moment. Maybe trendy boys always want something different when they come home for the Spring Festival.