Chapter 14 Duyun Villa

Chaotic clouds fly across, withered trees meet spring.

Ye Rong sits on the slow-moving cable car, through the transparent glass, admiring the smoky mountain scenery, the ancient cedars under his feet are green and winding, like a giant with his head held high, facing the warm sunlight as if To be crowned with broken gold.

"Wen Yuan, what is that?" Ye Rong stuck to the glass of the cable car and pointed to a faint light in the mountains.

"It's a small golden pagoda on a temple in the mountains. It's just a tourist gimmick. If we're curious, we can take time to take a look." Fu Wenyuan also leaned over and followed him to look down.

Ye Rong was gearing up for a while, looking eager to try, "I especially like to pray to gods and worship Buddhas. Every time I go to the temple, I don't care whether I know or not. There are enough of them, so what if any god hears it?”

Fu Wenyuan smiled and said, "Okay, we'll go see it tomorrow, and the incense money can also be reimbursed."

Ye Rong didn't expect Fu Wenyuan to be so considerate, but felt that he seemed to have a holy light on him.

The cable car stopped near the top of the mountain. Ye Rong got off the cable car and looked up to see the antique buildings built by mountains and rivers hidden in the sea of ​​clouds.

The black glazed tiles float with the luster of fish scales in the sun, and there are also bells that are common in temples.

Ye Rong felt like he was in a certain landscape painting, and at this moment he couldn't help feeling that the ancient landscape painting was not only freehand, but also very realistic.

He and Fu Wenyuan climbed a few steps before reaching the top of the mountain. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the villa, a waiter rushed to receive them.

Unfortunately, the houses in the villa are being refurbished in batches recently, and the two of them didn't make any reservations when they came here at will. In addition, a group of tourists had just stayed before them, so there was only one room left. The two live together.

It wasn't the first time that the left and right had slept in the same bed, and Ye Rong didn't care too much about it.

But when he opened the door and saw the carved bed and mandarin duck quilt, the bead curtain of the incense tent was still severely struck by lightning.

However, when he saw the song "Hand in hand and wait for love, Su Xi shares quilts. May we be two birds and fly together" on the screen, as well as the red candle engraved with the Chinese character 囍.

Ye Rong: "..." So this is still a unique couple's room?

Fu Wenyuan lifted the beaded curtain and walked in around the screen, looked around, reached out and flipped the silver hook on the side of the bed tent, dissatisfied, "The bed is too big."

Ye Rong came over and agreed: "It doesn't look so spacious in the TV series."

Fu Wenyuan sat down by the bed, touched the delicate and bright patterns on the quilt with his palm, and suddenly said, "Rongrong."

"Huh?" Ye Rong's eyes wandered along with his movements, thinking that he wanted to give himself a better understanding of the deep meaning of these patterns.

Never thought that he was suddenly pulled by his wrist and dragged him onto the bed, and fell on the soft and gorgeous mandarin duck quilt unexpectedly.

The silver hook was released suddenly, and the light-colored bed tent fell to Shi Shiran while the wind was like fog, blocking the scene inside the tent.

Ye Rong sank, opened his eyes and looked at Fu Wenyuan who was standing above him in surprise.

He put one hand on Ye Rong's ear, the other on Ye Rong's shoulder, and like a pattern, he slid from his shoulder to his neck a little bit, and his warm fingertips finally touched his earlobe.

He lowered his head and stared at Ye Rong's ears, which had been slightly red since he was pulled down, and asked knowingly, "Why are they red?"

Ye Rong blinked, raised his elbows and slowly moved his body to stay away from him, "Just when you pulled me into a sweat, it's a little hot..."

Fu Wenyuan stopped teasing him when he saw that he was a little uncomfortable. He stood up and pulled him up, "I want you to test whether the bed is soft enough.

Ye Rong hurriedly shook his head, "I'm rough and strong, so I'm not too embarrassed."

Fu Wenyuan opened the bed tent and walked down, stopped in front of a picture of the orchid on the opposite wall, stretched out his hand and pushed the TV in the back compartment.

Ye Rong was speechless, it was really bells and whistles.

In this quaint room, Fu Wenyuan was holding the remote control in a particularly discordant way to change channels, and turned to ask him, "Is there anything you want to see?"

Ye Rong took out her mobile phone and lowered her head to report to Ye Sheng, and replied casually, "Anything is fine, I don't often follow dramas, so I don't know what looks good."

Fu Wenyuan tuned in for a while and didn't seem to find any interesting programs. He simply turned off the TV and walked to the window to see many staff hanging chandeliers and ornaments downstairs.

Fu Wenyuan looked back and saw that Ye Rong was still concentrating on replying to the news, trying to attract his attention, "There is a small banquet here tonight, Rong Rong, are you interested? We can go to the hot spring after dinner, and we can sleep when we come back. A good night's sleep."

Ye Rong thought it was a bit interesting when he heard it. He took out the change of clothes from the backpack and held it in his arms. After looking around, he couldn't find where the bathroom was. He wondered: "Wen Yuan, isn't there a private bathroom in this room? I was sweating when I climbed the mountain today. I want to take a shower before going out."

Fu Wenyuan didn't respond, turned around and took out a copy of the Book of Songs from the imitation Ming-style elm bookshelf not far away.

Ye Rong: ?

With a click, the bookshelf was moved away together with the wall behind, revealing an unexpected independence.

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Ye Rong walked slowly over without a word, and behind the wall was a large bathtub made of bluestone, which was also full of hot water.

Fu Wenyuan calmly pulled out a copy of "Yutai New Song" like he was used to it. There seemed to be some mechanism hidden on the vine tree by the pool, and the petals were scattered in an instant.

Ye Rong was stunned: "..." Neuropathy!

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"Brother, it's so hard to book a room here. Thanks to Brother Zhenhong's efforts, I finally got it!"

In Duyun Villa, it was night and there was a circle of exquisite lanterns in the courtyard. Hundreds of octagonal tables were filled with a dazzling array of delicious wines and delicacies.

Xu Jue wasn't interested in such arty places, but he couldn't bear Xu Li's coquettish behavior, so he put down his work and cheered up to play with him.

Xu Jue strolled around, only to think that the wine at the banquet tonight was good. He met a few business acquaintances, and he accidentally learned a piece of news that made him unhappy at the moment.

Fu Wenyuan, who has always gone deep into Jianchu and never showed up to any banquet, was here tonight.

Xu Jue lowered his eyes and watched the clusters of fire trees and silver flowers reflected in the wine glass. He shook the wine glass and wondered whether Ye Rong would be there if Fu Wenyuan was here.

Xu Li didn't know when he came over, grabbed him and said in surprise: "Brother, I seem to have seen A Rong, right there, his boyfriend should be next to him, and he is very gentle to A Rong."

Xu Jue looked in the direction he said, and sure enough, he saw Ye Rong with his back to them, and the opposite of Ye Rong was Fu Wenyuan who was bowing his head and saying something to him.

Although couldn't see Ye Rong's expression, just looking at Fu Wenyuan's undisguised doting on his face, no one would doubt the intimacy between them.

For a moment, Xu Jue felt as if some invisible wound on his body had been stung, it was sore and numb, and there was still pain he didn't notice.

At this time, Xu Li interjected again at an inopportune moment, "Are we going to say hello to A Rong? I haven't seen him for a long time, haven't I been to deliver food to my brother recently, your friends for so many years. Why are you making a fuss?"

Xu Jue took a sip of the wine with his expression unchanged, put down the glass heavily, and watched the two people not far away drown in the crowd before turning his head to look at Xu Li, there was a resistance in his eyes that he didn't even notice, " I'm not friends with him."

After he finished speaking, he strode up and threw a sentence at Xu Li, "Let Yuan Zhenhong take you to your room first, I have something to do, I will be back soon."

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Xu Jue regretted it when they were halfway with them. He didn't even know what the intention of following them was.

The direction of the two seemed to be going to the hot spring, but it was unclear what happened in the middle. Fu Wenyuan stopped and let Ye Rong go back first.

Xu Jue, who originally wanted to talk to Ye Rong alone, was stunned for a moment, but within a single thought, he followed Fu Wenyuan in a ghostly way.

Along the way, the winding path leads to the secluded, the wind whimpered, and the slanting branches blocked the moonlight.

Xu Jue tried his best to keep his steps light, in order to prevent being discovered by Fu Wenyuan.

Fu Wenyuan stopped by the hot spring alone, the sparkling water patterns reflected on his angular and deep outline, and he didn't move for a long time.

The spring water was steaming up in the fog, and he slowly took off his coat in the fog with a calm expression.

Xu Jue hid behind the big rock beside the hot spring and didn't dare to make a sound. Witnessing the inexplicable and somewhat paradoxical scene in front of him, he always suspected that Fu Wenyuan would tear off a disguised painting skin in the next second.

Fu Wenyuan walked into the hot spring, sat in the water and closed his eyes to rest.

"Mr. Fu!" someone called him, and suddenly rushed out of the woods behind him.

Xu Jue's heart skipped a beat when he saw the person who came. The person described as haggard and insane. Who else could it be if it wasn't Zhang Shaohui.

His voice was hoarse, but as if he was afraid of disturbing the other party, he desperately lowered his voice and knelt down and moved to Fu Wenyuan's side, "Mr. Fu, I really know I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, I don't want to die... I really don't want to die..."

Fu Wenyuan didn't even look back at him, but patiently caught the moon in the water with a childlike innocence, "You dare to follow me if you know I'm wrong? I didn't find it early. I'm going to scare my baby again tonight."

Zhang Shaohui was about to be frightened and trembling, "My fault, it's all my fault, I'm confused, I want to find you, there is really no other way, I'm here to beg you, as long as you can let it go I, you can do whatever you want, shares, real estate, companies, take them all!"

Fu Wenyuan laughed without emotion, without malice or pity, as if some people just saw through the indifference of life and death.

His voice seemed to come from another world, but was left behind in this world, "It's not that I won't let you go, it's your life that should be like this, and it's you who won't let you go."

[The author has something to say: Hand in hand and wait for love, Su Xi shares quilts. Wishing to be two birds flying together, soaring together - Ruan Ji's "Yonghuai Poetry" Part 12]