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Chapter 5 Cholera
Chapter 5 Cholera
If you don't go back at night, Ye Rong has to call Ye Sheng to report.
As soon as he opened his mouth to say that he was in Jinshuiyuan, he heard several bowls shattered one after another, and there was a loud crackling sound.
Young man, he has such a big temper, Ye Rong thought to himself.
He sighed deeply: "If you fell the porcelain bowl with the bottom of the koi carp, just wait for me to go back and clean it up for you. That one is expensive, and it's hard to get it after discounting the original price of 350."
Ye Sheng suppressed his anger and breathed slightly from the other side, "Ye Rong, why don't you have a long memory, you really..."
"Wait, don't worry, you listen to me, I'm not here to find him, my boss lives here, I'll work." Ye Rong explained it quickly, afraid that the little ancestor would throw the saucer and the bowl if he was angry. of.
Ye Sheng was silent on the phone for a while, as if the reckless person just now was not him, he calmed down in an instant, "Well, I see, you are busy."
Ye Sheng wasn't worried about Ye Rong's safety. The necklaces or watches he bought for Ye Rong had devices that could measure the heart rate.
As long as there is any heresy, he will find it at the first time.
Ye Rong still can't figure out why Ye Sheng is always nervous and always wants to jail him, as if he will jump off the building if he is not careful.
Ye Rong pinched his brows, and before Ye Sheng was about to hang up the phone, he hurriedly instructed: "Put a green bead in my jar, and I'll make money again, a big happy event!"
Ye Sheng didn't ask anything after hearing it, and he answered the phone and hung up the phone.
It wasn't that he didn't want to ask, or it was useless to ask. Ye Rong's enthusiasm for money was almost comparable to his love for that scumbag Xu Jue. It was more uncomfortable to prevent him from making money than to kill him.
Ye Rong left and right did not have the guts to break the law, so he let him go.
Ye Rong hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw Fu Wenyuan cleaning up the dishes. He hurriedly ran over three or two steps to show himself in front of the new boss, "I'll come, I'll come, you rest."
It's a pity that Fu Wenyuan didn't give him a chance to show, and raised his hand to avoid him.
Ye Rong followed step by step, and suggested himself in the back. After all, after taking so much money, he had to make customers feel that it was worth the money, so that the more the better in the future, "Mr. Fu, let me come, I used to clean the kitchen in the back of the hotel. The plates are even better than advanced employees, they are fast and clean, and they are good to use!"
His adorned tail went all the way, until he watched Fu Wenyuan calmly throw two bowls into the dishwasher before he shut up silently.
As soon as this place was cleaned up, Xie Shan came down and said that everything was in order.
Fu Wenyuan nodded and motioned for Xie Shan to bring the person over, Ye Rong thanked him sincerely, and followed upstairs obediently with his document bag in between.
The winding stairs were attached to the wall, and there were a few dim wall lamps sparsely left on the solid-colored wall. Xie Shan walked in front of him, turning his head from time to time to tell him with a smile, "Mr. Fu likes to be quiet, but often Insomnia, occasionally wake up at night, I hope you can forgive me if it bothers you."
Ye Rong stepped on the stairs carefully, he was slightly night blind, for fear of being tripped and embarrassed, he took the time to return to Xie Shan, "No, no, no, I'm heavier than a dead pig when I fall asleep, and the lightning strikes my head. I don't know, let Mr. Fu do whatever he wants without worrying about me."
Ye Rong lowered his head and walked intently, not seeing the gradually enlarged smile on Xie Shan's face.
Then Xie Shan took the person to the door and left, and Ye Rong pushed the door in by himself.
After tossing for a while, Ye Rong was also a little sleepy, remembering that Xie Shan had instructed to prepare a clean bathrobe in the bathroom, he planned to take a shower before going to sleep.
Not long after he entered the bathroom, the hot mist spread out, and the sound of water rushing in his ears covered the sound of footsteps outside.
When Fu Wenyuan came in, the phone Ye Rong had thrown on the bed was ringing non-stop.
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the opposite bathroom, the blurred body blocked by a layer of frosted glass, while looking at the words Xu Jue in the remarks and taking Ye Rong's place unceremoniously on the phone.
Xu Jue's voice came over after a long while, like scolding a disobedient pet dog, "If you don't come back tomorrow, don't even think about appearing in front of me again, Ye Rong, my patience is limited."
Fu Wenyuan also politely left him to dry for a while, and when Xu Jue was on the verge of an outbreak, he replied with a blank expression, "He's taking a shower, in my room."
After he finished speaking, when he heard the sound of water in the bathroom getting quieter, Wei Wei frowned and gave him another sentence: "You still have ten seconds to talk nonsense."
Xu Jue was silent for the first time, then sneered as if he had taken a breath, with a harsh tone, "I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Fu likes to play with bad stuff that has been used by others. The taste is really unique. I have a lot of this stuff here. All introduced..."
Fu Wenyuan hung up the phone with a tight grip, deleted the call log, and put the phone back in its original place.
Ye Rong wiped his hair and came out of the bathroom. When he looked up, he saw Fu Wenyuan, who had changed into his pajamas and covered the quilt, leaning on the bed and reading a book.
Ye Rong wanted to open his mouth and ask if the boss had gone to the wrong room?
The light orange night light on the head of the bed was silently lit, and the firework-like light warmly swept over Fu Wenyuan's drooping eyebrows.
He continued what he was doing as if nothing had happened, and didn't look at Ye Rong. It was only after a while that he discovered Ye Rong, and he said in a natural tone, "Why don't you come to sleep?"
Ye Rong wiped his wet hair dryly, and said with a headache, "Mr. Fu, I... just sleep in the guest room."
Fu Wenyuan looked calm, "There is no guest room. Usually only Xie Shan and I live here."
As if he didn't feel convincing enough, he added thoughtfully, "Xie Shan's single bed is very small, so you can only sleep with me."
Ye Rong, who was in a dilemma, sighed in his heart. His almost instinctive perception of danger made him not want to approach Fu Wenyuan, but unfortunately it didn't work out.
But he didn't think too much about him. He was an ordinary to even mediocre big man, and he really had nothing to worry about.
Mr. Fu, who has a cold and high-level face, can't be thinking about his butt, he thought happily and amused himself.
Ye Rong dawdled and dried his hair before going to bed, prudently, like a galaxy separated from Fu Wenyuan.
He lay on his side with his back to Fu Wenyuan, and his eyes fell on the dust-proof cloth in front of the window inadvertently. Seeing that Fu Wenyuan had no intention of going to sleep, he asked, "Mr. Fu, is that an astronomical telescope?"
Fu Wenyuan responded and said yes.
Ye Rong's black hair was trapped in the soft pillow, Fu Wenyuan looked over from here, only to see the faint back of his neck hidden by the tail of his hair.
He pursed his lips, turned the silver-white ring on the index finger of his left hand, restrained the urge to touch it, and replied vaguely: "There are two there, one looks at the stars in the sky, and the other looks at the stars in my heart."
"I also like to look at the stars, but unfortunately I can only recognize the Big Dipper." Ye Rong grasped the quilt with her fingers and closed her eyes as if recalling, "When I was a child, if it was very hot at night, I would lay a mat under the grape trellis and see through the branches and vines. Look at the stars, one, two, count and fall asleep."
"My dad would take me back when he came back from playing cards in the middle of the night. At that time, there was no fan. My mother was afraid that I would be hot, so she still fanned me when I was half asleep, but I still couldn't sleep well. The smell of mosquito coils was too bad. , I woke up when the chicken croaked before dawn."
Fu Wenyuan was fascinated, and before he could react from Ye Rong's beautiful pastoral descriptions, Ye Rong stopped talking, and said angrily, "I'm sorry, I talk too much, and if I don't pay attention, I talk about it. of."
Fu Wenyuan shook his head, "No, it's very interesting."
Ye Rong looked back at him, his eyes swaying and reflecting his silhouette blurred by the light, "Mr. Fu isn't sleeping?"
Fu Wenyuan moved his body to block the light, casting a deep shadow, "Will turning on the light bother you? If you're not used to it, turn it off now."
"No need." He inadvertently glanced at the original text in Spanish in Fu Wenyuan's hand, Ye Rong's voice was muffled, the soft quilt covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of smart eyes, "Mr. Fu is still looking at this Kind of books, I thought you only read financial magazines."
Fu Wenyuan smiled, "I don't look at those, there's no need."
Ye Rong was embarrassed and muttered, "It's true that no one will write about the way to make money in magazines, so everyone can be a CEO..." He said, and unconsciously turned his attention back to the book On the book, he asked curiously, "But is this book good? I've only read his other book, but I didn't understand it, but hypnosis works well."
Fu Wenyuan raised his hand, turned back to the title page, and casually spit out a sentence in Spanish, "Knowing love is an instinct, either born or never."
When he speaks Chinese, his voice is steady and deep, like his appearance, but his tone is light, lazy and sexy when he speaks Spanish, as if dipped in red wine with ice cubes, and let the lights out on a certain night. People come and get drunk.
Ye Rong couldn't hold back the heat, and it took a while to remember to cheer, and praised from the bottom of his heart, "It sounds good, it's really good!"
Fu Wenyuan suddenly lowered his body and leaned over, and let the heat in Ye Rong's ear, "This story is very long, I'll read it to you slowly, okay?"
Ye Rong refrained from backing back, and she couldn't bear him not to agree, staring into his eyes and nodding randomly.
Fu Wenyuan got a satisfactory answer, and naturally stretched out his palm and rubbed the top of his wet hair, "Good boy."
Ye Rong was caught off guard, "..."
Fu Wenyuan slowly stepped back, keeping a reasonable distance, picked up the book and read it carefully, "Inevitably, the smell of bitter almonds always reminds him of his fate after love was blocked..."
Ye Rong still listened with energy at first, but don't know if Fu Wenyuan's voice was too pleasant, or the distressing atmosphere was just right. He was soon accompanied by the huge cholera city in the story and the love that had been struggling for half a century. fall asleep.
Fu Wenyuan paused for a while after hearing the gentle breathing beside him, put down the book in his hand, turned off the night light with a click, and approached Ye Rong a little in the dark.
"This belated epiphany shocked him. It turned out that it was life, not death, that had no end."
He continued to read, skipping the long journey of love, and directly read the ending. What he remembered was his favorite ending that was engraved in his bones and blood when he first saw Ye Rong three years ago.
"'Hell, how long do you think we're going back and forth like this?' he asked."
The shadow of the telescope in front of the window was stretched very long. Fu Wenyuan remembered that summer when it often rained heavily. He thought it was just an ordinary day. Through this ordinary optical instrument, he saw for the first time sinking into love and desire. Rose-colored leaves.
The rain-stained glass window swayed and trembled in the wind. He saw the pulp of his fingers pressed against the window, the lips that were dripping with blood, and the amber eyes that kept weeping.
"For fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days, Florentino Ariza has always had the answer ready."
This started from an unintentional but protracted snooping. He went from curiosity to envy and finally to jealousy step by step. He had been dry for too long. He liked Ye Rong's admiration for that man's look, and longed for Ye Rong's fiery love.
He watched them quarrel, Ye Rong was alone in pain, and the one-way love was exhausted. He didn't know whether waiting in silence would yield results, but he was a natural hunter. He knew that if he wanted something wonderful Prey, at least have enough patience.
Fortunately, he waited.
"'A lifetime,' he said."
[The author has something to say: That book is quoted from love in the time of cholera. This chapter has not been revised yet, I will come back and revise it when I have time]