Bailu Hengjiang

Chapter 13 The comb is broken, you pay me.

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Go out to play around, horseback riding, and boating.

Fu Bailu returned to the empty garden, already exhausted, "Have you packed your things?"

Jiang Su gave a "hmm" and asked him if he still wants to go, or stay for another night.

"Of course, if you don't like this place, then I won't stay any longer."

"it is good."

For Kong Yuan, Jiang Su really didn't like it, even resisted disgust, and was extremely repelled.In this garden, every inch of land reminds Jiang Su: Self and dignity are the foundation of being a human being.

Of course, Jiang Su also likes this place very much. It carries the memories with Fu Bailu, and it is a precious memory that Jiang Su can hardly let go of.

After several hours of flying, Fu Bailu nestled in Jiang Su's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Jiang Su sat beside him, holding a computer, devoting himself to work.Although Jiang Su reported for vacation, there are many things in the company, and everything needs to be decided.The opportunity cannot be missed, the time never comes, Jiang Su fears every day that he will miss the opportunity and the best time to turn around.

The average age of the company is young, and the employees are also very motivated.They couldn't wait, so they had to send a message to Jiang Su—to apologize first, and then get down to business.

"Why is work so important to you?" Fu Bailu was a little dissatisfied, she closed her eyes and acted like a baby, thinking that Jiang Su's attention was not on herself, "It's so much more important than me."

Jiang Su tilted his head and rubbed his chin against Fu Bailu's forehead, "Is it too bright for you to rest?"

"No." Fu Bailu hummed, not fussing with him.

The company and career are very important to Jiang Su, more important than Fu Bailu, more important than everything——

Fu Bailu understood this truth at the age of eighteen, knowing that this was Jiang Su's bottom line.Therefore, he restrained that "crazy" energy a little bit.Even if he is not allowed to answer the phone or stare at the computer, it will not change the ranking order in his mind.Why fight over and over again for things that cannot be changed.

After getting off the plane, Jiang Su took the initiative to say, I will take you back first.

Fu Bailu rubbed his eyes, huddled in Jiang Su's arms and hummed, "I'm going to your house. I'll stay at your house for a few days."

On the way back, Jiang Su couldn't help but ask, "Are you going out with Master Guan today, are you happy?"

Fu Bailu yawned, "It's okay, that's it. The horses he transported by air are a bit unaccustomed, not as good as the few horses he raised before... By the way, he mentioned that he has a project coming recently, Then let me play with him."

Jiang Su asked in a low voice, his voice didn't fluctuate too much, "He's coming?"

Fu Bailu nodded, "I didn't ask for details. But it's good to see each other often."

The two were talking, and the driver had already driven the car into the basement.

Open the door and get out of the car.Fu Bailu tugged at Jiang Su's collar and almost pushed him into the elevator.Immediately afterwards, the two kissed together, passionately and insolently.

On her birthday, Fu Bailu stayed at Jiang Su's house.The two of them didn't get out of bed all day, and there was such a taste of over-indulgence.

"Happy birthday." At twelve o'clock in the morning, Jiang Su became the first person to congratulate.

Immediately, Fu Bailu's cell phone rang non-stop. Everyone from the agent to the artist director who had worked with him before, to the producer and producer whom he had acquainted with several times sent birthday wishes.Fu Bailu muted the phone so as not to be disturbed by the constant stream of messages.

Jiang Su leaned against the head of the bed and smoked, holding the cigarette butt between his slender fingers, "They bless you, why don't you thank you."

"It's the same whether you go back or not." Fu Bailu leaned against Jiang Su's arms, her slightly messy hair scattered on the shoulders of the two of them casually, "If it weren't for me and I don't have the resources, how would they remember my birthday?" He has no worries about food and clothing, and his character is arrogant and stubborn.But he lost his mother when he was five years old, and his relationship with his father was alienated and tense. In addition, he had been in the film crew for many years and watched a lot of people's sophistication. He understands these superficial things in the entertainment industry.

Jiang Su took another puff of cigarette, sniffing, his lips and teeth were instantly covered by the white mist of tobacco, against which his three-dimensional and handsome facial features were very attractive.

Fu Bailu looked up at him with ambiguous eyes, "Give me a sip."

Jiang Su shook his head with a smile, "No, I can't bring you down."

"Give it to me." Fu Bailu pressed Jiang Su's chest with one hand, and snatched the cigarette from his fingertips with the other hand.

"Don't move." Jiang Su couldn't resist him, so he pinched the back of Fu Bailu's neck to keep him from moving.Then, Jiang Su took a deep breath of the cigarette, moved closer to Fu Bailu, and passed it into his mouth.

Fu Bailu breathed slowly, only the sound of her frantically beating heart was left in her consciousness.When he came back to his senses, he couldn't stop coughing, and the acrid tobacco once made him choke tears.

Jiang Su patted him on the back to help him calm down, "Slow down." Jiang Su asked Fu Bailu to lie in his arms, and gently tidied his hair, "Why do you suddenly want to smoke?"

"Seeing that you always smoke, you look really good-looking. I want to try it." Fu Bailu paused for a moment, and then added, "There was a scene in that TV series where you choked on cigarettes. I want to feel it." After finishing speaking, he shrank into the river In Su's arms, like the most well-behaved lover.

Jiang Su straightened Fu Bailu's hair, and said in a low voice, "If you're not by my side in the future, don't smoke."

"Okay." The little white rabbit rubbed against each other again, and suddenly asked: "What if we film a movie?"

"Then I'll go see you."

Before going to bed, Fu Bailu took a shower, then picked out Jiang Su's white shirt and put it on.The hem covers the thigh shaft, and the length is just right.

"I have something for you." Jiang Su walked into the study and came back a few minutes later with a box in his hand, "Birthday gift."

"Let me take a look." Fu Bailu opened it, and inside lay a delicate handmade wooden comb.Fu Bailu was stunned for a moment, picked it up and looked it back and forth in his hand, loving it, "It's so pretty. You haven't given me a comb for three years."

Jiang Su's expression was fluctuating, and he probably remembered the past three years ago, "Well, it looks like you used a broken tooth before."

Fu Bailu ate and drank delicious food since he was a child, what novel and expensive things have he never seen?

He can hold a comb in his palm, naturally because of its special meaning.When his mother died that year, Fu Bailu left few relics, including a wooden comb, which had been with him for several years.

When Jiang Su was with Fu Bailu in the first place, he must never touch the comb, which shows its profound meaning.After spending some time together, Fu Bailu allowed him to pick it up, and allowed him to use a comb to tidy his hair.

It is Fu Bailu's treasure, it is Fu Bailu's longing for his mother, and it was also broken by Fu Bailu himself.

Fu Bailu was naughty since he was a child, and Jiang Su was often beaten because of him.

"You are not allowed to beat him!" Fu Bailu felt wronged for Jiang Su for the first time when he was nine years old.He contradicted Yan Zhuo, weeping while standing in front of Jiang Su.Fu Bailu raised his voice and cried at the top of his voice, "Don't hit brother! If you want to hit me, hit me!"

The servant butler hurriedly pulled the young master away, fearing that Yan Zhuo, who was in a fit of anger, would lose control.Fu Bailu had no choice but to pick up the thing at hand and throw it towards Yan Zhuo——

Teacups, mirrors, pencils... Mother's comb.

Wooden combs are old and cannot withstand tossing.

When the farce ended, Fu Bailu picked up the comb with broken teeth, squatted in a corner and sobbed.His small body couldn't help trembling, but sadness was like a big net, covering Fu Bailu suffocatingly.

Jiang Su came to his side and held him tightly in his arms.

Fu Bailu let out a "wow" and wailed loudly, "Brother, the comb is broken. Mom's... the comb is broken... woo woo...you pay me. "

To show his sincerity, Jiang Su found a master carpenter, and also a craftsman of Dongyang wooden comb.He went out of his way to learn art from a teacher, and made a comb for Fu Bailu.From missing the point, with bloody hands, to opening the teeth by hand, and finishing the first comb, Jiang Su spent several months, just to make an apology worthy of Fu Bailu.

Jiang Su tremblingly handed the comb to Fu Bailu, fearing that the young master would dislike it, fearing that he would not feel worthy of his mother's.

Unexpectedly, the nine-year-old Fu Bailu was fascinated at the first glance, and he liked it very much.He carried it on his body and took it out every day to look at it, "Brother, I grow my hair longer, so you can use it to comb my hair."

At the age of nine, Fu Bailu grew his hair down to the ears; at the age of twelve, he grew it down to his neck; when he was older, Fu Bailu simply grew his hair long.

The handmade wooden combs of that year have long been abandoned due to damage and are no longer used.

If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come.

Over the years, Jiang Su saw that he had worn out the comb, so he took the initiative to make a new one for him.

These years, only Jiang Su can touch Fu Bailu's hair.That's what he left for Jiang Su.

The author has said:

Unexpectedly, Jiang Su is a craftsman!

Bai Lu: Brother is amazing (～￣▽￣)～

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Bailu celebrates her birthday, so this chapter is sweet!Dear readers, do you want some starfish and comments to help Bailu have fun~(*^_^*)~

Take a bow and thank you!