Zhuo Huan was speechless for the first time and looked at him in a daze.

He spread the man's hand away from his wrist with one finger. Fu Cheng looked at him without blinking. He could obviously humiliate the other person again in the same way, but he looked at the man's face...

Can't say it.

Fucheng was silent.

He lowered his head, his expression blocked by his hanging hair.

After a long time, he seemed to calm down.

The evening breeze blew by, Fucheng: "Well, my anorexia is because of the Roger 318 air crash. It was just a backlog of emotions at first, but later when it was confirmed that the plane was not salvaged and the investigation was over, it suddenly broke out." After a pause, he raised his head and asked, "...Is there anything else, Teacher Zhuo?"

The young man's eyes were quiet and gentle, like a pool of stagnant water, looking at him without any fluctuations.

Zhuo Huan's lips opened without opening his mouth.

Fucheng looked at him deeply and walked away.

He walked one meter, two meters, and walked farther and farther. Zhuo Huan just watched like this, and suddenly, he gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Fucheng!"

It seemed as if he had heard nothing, Fucheng continued to move forward.

Zhuo Huan chased after him and blocked his way: "Fucheng!"

Bypassing the person in front of him, the young man looked calm, like a puppet holding money. When his heart died, he would no longer be moved, and he would no longer be hurt or sad.

Zhuo Huan followed him: "Don't do this."

Which one should I do?

In a trance, he suddenly wondered, what was wrong with him, what Zhuo Huan wanted him to do.

"Don't do this, okay?" Zhuo Huan said in a hoarse voice by grabbing the young man's arm.

Fucheng slowly looked up and looked at the man in front of him with a slightly reddish and hoarse voice. After a long time, he said, "Actually, I have never told anyone. My parents shouldn't have boarded that flight. The flight I suggested they change. They were going to board the plane in the early morning of the next day. I told them that my teacher was on Roger 318, and he was the captain of Roger 318. My father said that it happened that he could change the flight so that when I went to the airport to pick them up, I could meet the teacher and gather with the teacher."

Word by word, Fu Cheng said softly, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

Tears fell.

He quietly shed tears, thought for a while, and asked Zhuo Huan: "I killed them?"

The heart stopped beating at this moment.

The rusted blunt knife grind the flesh and blood in his heart. He never felt sorry for someone or loved someone like now. Zhuo Huan stretched out his hand and hugged the thin and thin young man into his arms. In his ear, he said in a gentle voice: "It's not you."

Fucheng: "Do you think the Roger 318 air crash is related to Captain Qi Zhifeng?"

I suddenly realized who Qi Zhifeng was, Zhuo Huan: "No one was guilty before I saw the wreckage of the plane and found the truth. I never doubted the possibility of the captain committing suicide."

Fucheng: "Oh, I doubted it."

Zhuo Huan was stunned and looked down at Fucheng. There was no expression on his handsome and handsome face. He quietly raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Huan and said, "Do you want to know why I have anorexia? Let me tell you. Because, I killed my parents. Because in the years after the air crash, I have doubted more than once whether my son died, my wife was seriously injured and unconscious. The captain who was in great debt could not bear the mental pressure and chose to commit suicide with the plane. Even though this person is my mentor, even if this person is the person I once admired the most, he is so kind to me... But, I doubt him, and I have doubted him more than once."

"Zhuo Huan, I'm disgusting, I'm disgusting myself."

"So, I dare not go to the psychologist, I dare not tell anyone."

"Don't you want to know, then I'll tell you." Pushing away the man's arms, Fucheng looked at him and said, "You said that I pretended to be good on the surface, but in fact, I know what kind of person I am. Yes, you are right, I am very disgusting, I am very disgusting."

After saying these words as if nothing had happened, Fucheng looked calm and walked away.

"Fucheng..."

The man's hoarse voice rang on the quiet path.

The wrist was pulled from behind, and the next moment, there was a tightly suffocating kiss.

When the tongue touched each other, the sour smell of tears at the corners of the mouth rolled up on the tip of the tongue. The bitter smell of smoke in the man's mouth eroded all the touch. There was a moment of shock. Slowly, Fu Cheng closed his eyes and stretched out his tongue to kiss. His breathing was tangled, and the saliva made a sound. He kissed the man in the slightly hot night wind, and he didn't let go until he was about to suffocate.

He opened his lips and panted. Before Fucheng could come to his senses, he was carried into his arms.

Zhuo Huan lifted his chin and forced him to look at him.

The eyes met, and there was silence for a few seconds.

Zhuo Huan: "Come back."

Fucheng: "Where are you going back to?"

Zhuo Huan lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Together."

Fucheng moved his lips.
Chapter completed!