love too early

Chapter 51

Because it was raining outside, Shen Nanyu was still bringing a rabbit with him, so I asked him to ride in Fu Zhiheng's car.

Seeing him getting into the car, Fu Zhiheng didn't say anything, but when he saw a furry head protruding from his arms, Fu Zhiheng's eyes dimmed, then he glanced at me, then looked away and looked out the window silently.

I knew he was allergic to small animal hair, so I whispered sorry.

"It's okay." Fu Zhiheng shook his head lightly and started the car.

No one said a word along the way, Fu Zhiheng drove absent-mindedly, wondering what he was thinking.It wasn't until the car stopped downstairs in the dormitory of University A and Shen Nanyu said goodbye to me that he turned his head and glanced indifferently, but still didn't say anything.

"Go back and rest early." I said to Shen Nanyu.

"You too." Shen Nanyu smiled slightly, "Be careful on the road."

The car started again, and the buildings in the rearview mirror gradually became smaller and farther away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Fu Zhiheng's eyes were dim. He hadn't been exposed to rain, but his eyes seemed to be wet.

There was an inexplicable touch in my heart, and I thought for a while and asked, "You... have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

"Huh?" Fu Zhiheng turned his head and forced a smile at me, "Not long."

Living together for so many years, I am very familiar with his every expression and every movement. Just looking at his eyes, I know that he is not easy at the moment.

"I forgot to call you, sorry." I said.

"It's okay." He reached out and stroked my hair gently, "There's no need to apologize for such a trivial matter."

After returning home, I was afraid that I might get rabbit fur on my body, so I went to change clothes and take a shower as soon as I entered the house. As soon as I walked to the door of the bathroom, Fu Zhiheng's low voice came from behind: "Baby."

I paused, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

He walked up to me without saying a word, looked down at me for a long time, and slowly hugged me into his arms.

A silent hug can sometimes be worth a thousand words, I seem to have heard Fu Zhiheng's inner voice suddenly, he said "Don't leave me" and "I love you".

"Zhiheng..." I opened my mouth unconsciously.

"Xiao Lu," Fu Zhiheng said in a low voice with a hoarse nasal voice, "do you like little rabbits?"

"I……"

I heard what I really wanted to ask behind this sentence. — Do you like being with him?

"I like it a little bit." I whispered, "The rabbit is very cute."

"With me for so long, you can't raise rabbits, cats and dogs, will you blame me?" He asked again.

"No." I shook my head seriously, "It's not just raising small animals that can make me happy. You also gave me a lot of other things."

"Can I make you happy too..." Fu Zhiheng smiled bitterly, and hugged me even tighter, "I used to think that it was only natural for you to be with me, but then I realized that in fact, you are not I can't."

"No one has to do anything." I lowered my eyes and said softly, "I'm not your only choice."

"It is now," he said, "and it will be in the future."

I did not speak.

After hugging me for a long time, Fu Zhiheng let go of me, his voice was still low, "Go take a shower, I'll wait for you."

"Hmm." I thought for a while, and felt that I still needed to explain, "I hugged the rabbit, and I was worried that the rabbit fur would make you uncomfortable."

Fu Zhiheng froze for a moment, then smiled, "Thank you baby."

I think apart from Fu Zhiheng's parents, there is no one else in the world who wants him to live a smooth, healthy and safe life more than me. But during this time, I seem to have brought him a lot of unhappiness and sadness, which was not my intention.

After taking a shower and going out, I saw Fu Zhiheng sitting on the carpet in the living room, repairing something, walked over and saw what seemed to be a picture frame, and the pair of precious hands that usually held a paintbrush were holding a small screwdriver at the moment, Tighten the screws carefully.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Hearing the voice, Fu Zhiheng raised his eyes, smiled and said: "Today, I suddenly remembered that this picture frame has been broken for a long time, and I have forgotten to repair it all the time. Take it out to see if it can be repaired."

I noticed the painting next to it, ten inches in size, with my back on it, sitting on the riverside sketching with a drawing board on it.

The ancient canal glowed with golden light, and the buildings of the last century on the other side of the river were quietly shrouded in the sunset light. Together with my hair, it was coated with a thin layer of gold by the setting sun.

It was painted by Fu Zhiheng that year. I didn't know that when I was concentrating on my sketching homework, he was sitting behind me and painting me.

Later, he failed to hand in his homework in that class and was deducted points. The next day, this painting appeared on my desk, with a line of signatures in the lower right corner.

— "To my baby."

Now, ten years have passed.

In recent years, apart from design drawings, Fu Zhiheng seldom draws.He squanders his talents recklessly, chooses any life he wants to live willfully, and occasionally picks up a paintbrush, and the content of his paintings is also me.

I kept all the paintings he drew, and I also got used to appearing in his paintings.Now I took out a single picture and realized that when he painted me, his brushstrokes were different.

Just like a poet puts his love into words, when a painter depicts his muse, his pen tip will also flow with surging affection.

I didn't think he would love me before, so I didn't find out.

"Actually, I like this picture very much." Fu Zhiheng didn't know whether he was talking to me or talking to himself, "I still remember that day when you sat there with the sunset shining on you, I think you look so beautiful .I think, painting the Rhine, all the palaces and castles, add up to nothing compared to a single hair of yours."

"So you didn't hand in your homework." I said lightly.

Fu Zhiheng raised his eyes to look at me, and said with a puff, "I don't remember, did I pass the next semester?"

"Passed." I said, "At the end of the term, you drew fifteen homework a week."

The memory is too long. The only thing I remember is that he didn't sleep for several days, and finally finished his homework and fell asleep for a whole day and night.

After being distracted, Fu Zhiheng pulled me to sit down, hugged me from behind, put his chin on my shoulder, sighed and said: "I'm still the happiest when I was in school."

After thinking about it, he said, "That's not right, I'm happy when I'm with you."

"Including now?" I asked.

This time he didn't answer right away, he was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know."

"It's hard for me to share you with others, but sometimes I feel that this is good, at least I have learned to love and cherish you." His voice was low, brushing against my skin like a feather, "As long as It's fine if you don't leave me."

"Zhiheng," I was about to say something, but he lowered his head and lightly bit his shoulder, "But if you like him, I will still be very jealous."

Before embracing me, he pushed the picture frame and screwdriver away, as if protecting me from all possible dangers had been engraved into his consciousness and became his instinct.

I lowered my eyes and said, "I didn't..."

"What about me?" Fu Zhiheng put his arm across my body, slowly stroking my collarbone, "Can you like me a little?"