Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yun bit his lip and interrupted him: "I'll just go."
He opened his eyes and asked her with a smile: "I'm very curious this time, what are you going to do?"
"Yun'er doesn't know either. Anyway, whether you beg him or go up and grab it, let Brother Pan take it all back." After saying that, she turned around and left.
"Forget it." He called her softly when she was about to walk out of the room. "I just don't like other people always smelling the same as me."
Fu Yun turned around with red eyes, and saw that he was obediently picking up the medicine bowl next to the bed, frowning slightly, as if he was planning to drink it down... All the grievances and annoyance disappeared at this moment, and she left He stepped forward to stop him and said, "Wait a minute, the medicine is cold. I'll heat it up."
Mo Yu had been listening to what was going on in the room. When he reached this point, he immediately ran in and stopped Fu Yun in the middle of the room: "Youngster, just go and don't bother the girl."
After the mission was completed, she felt relieved, but also felt lost. It seemed that she had no reason to continue to stay in this place that belonged to him.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Sit down here." His words made her spring arrive earlier than the cold winter.
For the next hour, this lonely man and woman were in the same room, so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats. They had many things to do, such as having a long conversation, but that didn't happen. For example, having sex with each other. The object? That can only happen in Fu Yun's dream. Because Pan Zhuqing, a workaholic, is bound to squeeze out Fu Yun, this excellent secretary. He studies, reads official documents, writes letters... until she leaves.
Returning to Zhao Mansion, Fu Yun met Gong Yueyue head-on on the way back to the house, who had just come out of the baby's room.
"You're back, I thought you were staying up all night!" Gong Yueyue smiled maliciously, making Fu Yun blush with embarrassment.
"That's nonsense, how could I do that?"
"Did he take the medicine obediently?"
"Um."
"how did you do that?"
In order to satisfy his best friend's gossip, Fu Yun went back to his room with her and told her exactly what happened to Pan Zhuqing.
Gong Yueyue kept laughing while listening, which made Fu Yun feel strange. "Why are you laughing?"
Gong Yueyue said: "I suddenly remembered what Pan Dabing said to me. Now it seems that what he said is true."
"What did he say..." Fu Yun felt a little sad at this time.
"He said he was a hen-hypochondriac." In fact, Pan Zhuqing's original words were not true. When talking about Jiang Haoran in the Pan Mansion Garden in Luoyang, he asked Gong Yueyue whether Zhao Changyuan would be jealous as her husband. Just be himself, that's for sure.
How could Fu Yun understand her first-century Internet slang, "What...what disease?"
Gong Yueyue explained with a smile: "To put it simply, congratulations on digging a vinegar jar. And the concentration is not much better than my vinegar jar by visual inspection."
Fu Yun blinked and asked in confusion: "What do you mean? I don't understand..."
"You still don't understand? He's such an old man and doesn't know how to take medicine by himself. He insists on making such a big noise and forcing the boy to coax you away. Why? What's so special about that sachet? You gave it to me At least ten of them were given to him, right? Since when did he like lotus root? Why did he insist on you taking it back? Also, asking you to read official documents is even more amusing. What does he do with Mo Yu?"
Gong Yueyue said a lot, and Fu Yun's face became more and more ugly. In the end, he was almost crying: "You mean, he is teasing me on purpose?"
Gong Yueyue looked at her for a long time like she was an idiot, and finally sighed deeply, patted her shoulder and said: "No matter how smart a woman is, as long as she falls in love, her IQ will be cleared. Now I I really believe it. You should go to bed early, maybe he will tease you again tomorrow."
After Gong Yueyue left, Fu Yun sat alone by the bed and sighed secretly: "How could this happen? Did I do something wrong?"
How could this be? Why torment her, embarrass her, tease her? Even Pan Zhuqing couldn't figure out the answer at this moment, so how could she know it.
But as soon as he stepped into the house every day, he immediately stayed in the room as if paralyzed. The only thing he could do was to torment Fu Yun. Fortunately, his tricks were limited to asking her to take care of him and act as his free secretary. There are also weird requests like "debt collection".
That night, while Gong Yueyue was teasing the baby, she asked Fu Yun whether Pan Zhuqing had made any special gestures when she was alone with her. For example, pulling her little hands, patting her shoulders, etc. No matter how bad it was, a focused look in her eyes was enough. OK.
But the result disappointed her and Fu Yun equally. Pan Zhuqing's obedience to the rules made people anxious. As long as Fu Yun was in the room, Mo Yu would definitely stand at the door and the door would be wide open.
Gong Yueyue couldn't help complaining: "You are a big girl and you have already taken the first step. When will he take the second step? This is too slow!"
Fu Yun bit his lip, feeling a little sad: "It's just that you're overthinking it. Brother Pan... doesn't have that kind of care for me."
"It would be weird if he didn't!" Based on the time Gong Yueyue has lived, she should be older than Pan Zhuqing. It can be seen that her knowledge, especially about male and female love, is greater than that of Pan Zhuqing and Fu Yun combined. It's more than a hundred times more. So now she is almost certain that Pan Zhuqing is interested in Fu Yun. She can't say how deep it is, but at least it is no longer zero.
But Fu Yun was not so optimistic. He lowered his eyelids and whined repeatedly: "Actually, I know him better than you. He once said clearly and simply in front of me that he likes you. It's not that he can't express it, he It’s just… you just don’t like me.”
Gong Yueyue stood up from the baby's cradle and walked to Fu Yun. She smoothed away the frown between her eyebrows with her fingers: "Emotional matters cannot be explained. People are all duplicitous animals. Sometimes they only like one person. Even though they like it very much, they will say they like it very much. Sometimes they clearly like it very much, but they only want to say a little bit, or they won’t say it at all.”
Fu Yun raised his head and looked at her with confused eyes: "You made me confused."
"It's not that you are confused, it's just that the authorities are confused. Besides, maybe he doesn't even realize that he actually likes you."
"How could he not be aware of such a smart person? Just like he can clearly realize that he likes you." When Fu Yun said this, she saw Gong Yueyue's expression completely collapse, and she smiled and shook hands Holding Gong Yueyue's hand, he said frankly: "Yueyue, I am really sad, and I am really jealous that he likes you. But I am not resentful. I just know very well that if I were good enough, he would have been attracted to me long ago. Already."
Gong Yueyue was moved by her frankness and sincerity, and then thought of her own emotional experience: "Do you know how much confusion, contradictions and twists and turns I went through before I realized that I really like my pretty boy so much? This is different from It doesn't matter whether you are smart or not, no matter how sane a person is, there will be times when he is infatuated." She remembered that the first time she saw Jiang Haoran, she was sure that she could not help but fall in love with him. She also knew that she and Zhao Changyuan had always been together. The process of love from scratch, from struggle and resistance to acceptance. The former fell in love at first sight, while the latter fell in love with each other over time. Although the two forms are different, they are both love in essence. She boldly guessed that perhaps Pan Zhuqing was experiencing her journey. The journey of my life.
This discussion about "like it or not" secretly continued in Fu Yun's heart for several days. The lonely life experience has cultivated a Daiyu-like sentimental heart, and in this way, the whole Day after day, I was in a trance, unable to do anything.
Especially in front of Pan Zhuqing, she seemed even more uneasy. She couldn't help but look at him secretly, but she hurriedly avoided him every time she met his eyes. With this kind of work attitude, one can imagine how efficient she was at work. I skipped and read, transcribing official documents and wasting more than a dozen pieces of paper for the first time...
After holding it in for two days, Pan Zhuqing finally expressed concern: "You seem to be absent-minded? Are you in trouble?" Her sad face was as if she had owed a lot of debt and would soon be chased by her creditor.
"No." She lowered her head, curled her lips, and then raised her head to look at him leaning on the head of the bed, but his deep and eye-catching gaze immediately forced her back. "Yun'er was just thinking, it's all over. After all this time, I haven't been able to cure Brother Pan, Yun'er seems to be very useless..."
Pan Zhuqing couldn't help laughing when he heard her answer: "According to what you said, even a mere cold can't overcome it. As a man, wouldn't I be even more useless?"
Fu Yun muttered in a low voice: "Perhaps Yun'er's diagnosis was wrong..."
The smile disappeared from his face: "If you have something to say, you might as well say it."
"Brother Pan, do you want to consider asking another doctor to take a look at you?" Even so, at this moment, she was so sad that she was almost suffocating. She blamed herself for not being able to cure him. But she was even more unwilling. Let the words come out of his mouth.
"That's right, I didn't expect it."
Sure enough, when he accepted her opinion with an understatement and a relaxed expression, she felt as if her heart had been punched hard.
"Then...Yun'er...from tomorrow on, I won't disturb your rest..." Her voice trembled slightly in the quiet room, sounding fragile and vulnerable, but she remained tight and did not cry. .
He looked at her steadily, his expression calm and cool.
"Okay." After a moment of silence, he finally said the word with a hint of a smile, but the part in his chest that he couldn't tell whether it was his heart or stomach started to feel slightly sore.
After Fu Yun left, Pan Zhuqing was the only one left in the room at the bedside. He was silently dazed for a moment, then lifted up the quilt and got up, walked to the closet, opened the door, took out a pack of pills and spread them out in the palm of his hand. , smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Don't blame me for being ridiculous, it's just that I haven't been valued like this by anyone for a long, long time." Then he threw the pack of pills that can turn antipyretics into "Peasant Women's Spring" out of the window. (Unfinished) to be continued)