Chapter 58: Fu Ziyu Han Yumeng's "One Day" (Part One)

Actually from the day you left, I was dead.
The rest of the body was calm and calm.
I thought I was alive.
Fu Ziyu
Ever since I was very young, I have had a dream.
I dream of staying with you until I turn my head and never separate.
Han Yumeng
The rain outside the window drained, I don't know when I can stop. Gray mist covered the earth. This city is like a dream.
Fu Ziyu's hands suddenly felt a little cold, and she lowered her head and looked at the woman in her arms. She slept heavily and clasped his arms in his arms, as if exhausting all the strength of her life.
Fu Ziyu looked at him, smiled, and went to bed carefully, without alarming her.
The genius has just dawned and everything seems to have not woke up.
Soon, he came out of the kitchen with two delicate and light breakfasts. He has to take care of Bo Jinyan all these years. He once practiced a good cooking skill without touching his hands.
Han Yumeng is awake and sitting by the bed combing his hair. The pajamas suspenders fell off her shoulders, and her black hair was a little messy. At this moment, Fu Ziyu seemed to be back, and his girl was so coquettish and proud, sitting on his shirt and combing her hair.
Love is hard. It turned out that the heart was raining at this moment, which made love difficult.
He walked over and hugged her from behind. Han Yumeng didn't move, just squeezed his arm gently. Suddenly his blood surged, he pushed her down on the bed again and kissed frantically. Han Yumeng could see the sky outside the window, but he couldn't see the color in his eyes. He had never looked as clear as a clear river, but now, his eyes seemed to hide the whole world.
That world, from the day she returned, overlooked her, embraced her, listened to her, and did not let her be afraid.
After a while, the two went to breakfast. She said, "It's delicious." Fu Ziyu smiled. "Is it? I miss the heart-shaped seafood pizza that you baked for me when I was just in college, and I'm celebrating college." Han Yumeng looked at him, and his tears were fast. drop down. He always smiled so tenderly and peacefully, as if he knew nothing about all crises.
After breakfast, the genius just dawned. Fu Ziyu proposed to go for a walk. This was also the only time the two had taken a walk after their reunion. Han Yumeng was hesitant at first, but looking at his eyes, she couldn't refuse. And Fu Ziyu's hand seemed to brush her ear intentionally or unintentionally, touching the soft skin behind her ear. A miniature listener was implanted there. Han Yumeng's body trembled slightly, but he just tilted his head and embraced her shoulder.
It is summer, and the leaves of lotus leaves beside the community are like green ripples piled up in human eyes. After walking by the lake for a while, it became a little hot. It was also bright, and small businessmen and hawkers came out. He went to buy an ice cream and gave her food. Han Yumeng held it and said, "I haven't eaten green tea-flavored ice cream for a long time." Fu Ziyu asked, "Really? What flavors are there?" She replied: "Cinnamon, cocktail flavor, South America These flavors are more popular. "Fu Ziyu answered," Oh. "
When she finished eating the ice cream, Fu Ziyu stood up and said, "Let's go to a movie."
Han Yumeng was a little embarrassed. Fu Ziyu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. There are a lot of people in the cinema, so any bad things will not happen."
Han Yumeng's heart didn't hurt for a reason. She told him that she had been held hostage by serial killers for years, and was forced to do some bad things, so she had to avoid the police, so she could n’t recognize him, so she could n’t let Bo Jinyan know. He didn't say anything after hearing it, and then he didn't really tell anyone that she existed. Including his best friend, Bo Jinyan. And now he said this sentence, just to comfort her that there is no risk of exposure, or has she noticed something?
But he was right. With so many cinemas and so many people, they couldn't escape the sight of the killer. Even if the killer was angry, he couldn't snipe him in the public.
So they really went to the movies.
Watching a newly released love suspense movie. The picture was particularly beautiful at first, fresh and poetic. It was only when the brutal murder scene appeared in the movie that Han Yumeng lowered his eyes and did not want to watch them, but his eyes were cold. The girl who hated and resisted all crimes but bravely resisted. At this time, Fu Zi met in the dim light of the theater, and looked at her for a long time.
Later, the heroine on the screen hugged the male hero, and she was in pain. She said they could not be together. She said that the sky was so high and the sky so blue. She could never reach him. The cold and resolute actor, just holding her, seemed to carry half a life of grief in his eyes.
Han Yumeng covered his face with his hands and cried silently. In Fu Ziyu's eyes, it seemed that there was a shallow light. At the end, his voice was a little dumb, and he said gently, "Joe, do you think these two people look like us?" Han Yumeng choked and subconsciously resisted: "No, no!" He held her hand and said: "Okay, we don't look like."
Lunch was eaten in the mall. Fu Ziyu habitually entered a live fish house and sat down before responding, saying, "Sorry, forgot you don't like fish very much." Han Yumeng didn't like fish, and on the boat floating to South America, every day All the smell was disgusting. But she smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I eat."
The dishes came up, but no one touched the chopsticks. Fu Ziyu clipped the whole fish into her bowl, then picked her a few light chopsticks and shredded pork, and said to her, "We have a division of labor, you ca n’t finish it. I'll wrap it round-like Like before. "
Han Yumeng replied: "Oh, okay." At this moment, I suddenly felt very peaceful in my heart, and I was so greedy that I just wanted to hold the gentle and good time at this moment. She looked at him and smiled.
Fu Ziyu froze and said, "This is the first time you are smiling happily. These days are beautiful."
Han Yumeng froze. He heard him say softly, "It's exactly the same as I remember."
The meal was a bit slow, and it was already afternoon. What should they do? It was in the mall and went shopping. Fu Ziyu has always been particular about dressing and dressing. After all, he has also incidentally improved the tastes of the two big otaku men, Bo Jinyan and An Yan. Looking at the dazzling new autumn clothes at this moment, he said, "Come with me to pick some clothes, and also pick some for you, it is time to change the season."
Han Yumeng said, "No need." He insisted on holding her hand and smiled and said, "Don't you like to give me some ties, shirts and belts? I still secretly saved pocket money to buy them. You like it too I'll send you those skirts. Let's buy them today. "Han Yumeng was pulled by him and walked very fast, and he was very brisk. After a while, I couldn't help laughing again.
One afternoon passed very quickly. Both had a large glass of ice drink in their hands, like a pair of young men and women in love. When he entered the women's clothing store, he took the water for her, and he chose to accompany her. His vision was always very good. He stood behind her, his eyebrows were always dim. Then she went in and tried it piece by piece. In the clerk's effortless praise, in his eyes as deep as the sea, but as warm as jade, she seemed to recall many shy about the girl, and her bright and indomitable past. Then they negotiated, and finally set a few, he went to pay, and then went to the next house.
When visiting a men's clothing store, it is simpler, because he always picks exactly, only one or two, and each one looks good. She also picked him, she was so clear about the man's size and figure, and the right color. And she chose, but he did not even try, and paid directly.
"Hello." She asked with a smile, "Does the domestic doctor have such a high income?"
He answered with a smile: "Yes, I am a very good doctor now, and a partner of our company."
Only once, when Fu Zi met the fitting room, Han Yumeng waited outside. After a while, when she looked up, she saw that he had changed. She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was a little strange.
Very short hair, he used to like fluffy hair. He wore a dark black suit, a light-colored shirt, and the lines of the lower jaw of the brow bone, soft and handsome. His hands were white and slender, a pair of typical surgeons' hands. He is no longer the enthusiastic boy in his early twenties. He is thirty years old and a man who is calm and gentle whenever and wherever he is.
Han Yumeng looked at him, and just looked at his back like that, he was totally crazy. An idea came to his mind-he was exactly the same as she had imagined at the age of thirty.