Mr. Fu, Let’s Start Over

When Fu Yuchen came down from the laboratory building, he saw Chen Da's legendary sports car that had fallen into ashes in the garage. Sao Bao's red color was eye-catching, and the students passing by would occasionally stop to talk and see what the car was doing here. The young man in blue casual clothes, sunglasses, and smooth hair was waiting for.

Fu Yuchen's footsteps paused as he walked over. His toes rotated ninety degrees. He naturally turned around and went upstairs, heading in the opposite direction. He took out his phone from his pocket and texted Chen Da, asking him to go to Mu Ye to order first. He could just drive there by himself.

He really didn't want to be in the limelight with Chen Da...

Fu Yuchen's office was on the third floor. He was too lazy to wait for the elevator and directly took the stairs. The narrow corridor was very dark, and his phone emitted a faint light. Her slender fingers scratched away the text message Chen Da had complained about and stopped on the girl who suddenly jumped out of the phone's lock screen.

She wore a long red dress and turned to smile at him in the sun.

Just like that, the light in Fu Yuchen's eyes disappeared completely as his phone's screen darkened.

***

Without making Chen Da wait too long, Fu Yuchen returned to his office and took the car keys to follow Mu Ye. When he found the private room, Chen Da hadn't finished ordering the dishes. When he saw him coming, he hurriedly tossed the menu to him and wailed, "Next time, I'll just eat, okay? I'll have a headache if I order some dishes!"

"It's fine as usual. Thank you." Fu Yu ignored him and handed the menu to the waiter.

"Yes sir." The waiter quickly wrote down something on the paper and went out. When the door closed, the wind bell at the door rang.

"Hmm? Do you still come here often?"

"Yes. Occasionally, I have dinner with the teachers of the school." Actually, most of the time, he came alone.

"Envy! Envy! I told Old Mu that I haven't eaten Mu Ye for a long time. I really can't find such delicious food anywhere. Mu Ye and I are so jealous! I'll take a few more photos of Old Mu later so that he can only watch and not eat Hahahaha."

"Yes, Mourinho said he would be coming in two days."

'"F*ck, forget it. It's important to save my life" Chen Da wriggled his butt and sat up straight. "I still want to stay here for a few more days. It's almost one, two, three, four, six years since I came out of the airport. I thought that I ran to the next door, and that road repairman couldn't even recognize me..."

Fu Yuchen sat quietly and listened to Chen Da tell him how he felt when he came back. His thoughts unconsciously drifted a little further away.

Chen Da danced and danced as he spoke, just like when he was in college. At that time, Chen Da was always like this, and he could talk about the small matters of sesame and garlic peels for a day. Forgetfulness is great, and playfulness is also great.

He turned around and forgot about what he had done to him just now.

After so many years, Chen Da hadn't changed at all. Fu Yuchen, on the other hand, had consciously changed. He had changed a lot.

The dishes were quickly served. Chen Da took a few photos with his phone before moving his chopsticks.

"I think I still have to send out a circle of friends and a copy of my old friend meeting and reunion to celebrate our great friendship. By the way, I'll make Muslim envious. I guarantee that he'll come here in a few days to take a few photos. Do you believe me?"

"Mourinho is not so childish."

Chen Da suddenly remembered something. "He's been very childish recently. He made a bet with me two days ago." He sat upright and said in a serious tone, "You said he's not funny. He actually believed the rumors about you and that person."

"What rumors?" Fu Yuchen scooped up a bowl of chicken soup for Chen Da and placed it on his left hand.

'"You still don't know," Chen Da seemed to understand. "Recently, many old classmates have been talking privately about you and that, that scumbag, you guys are back together..."

"Slag girl?"

"It's that Mo Hua..."

Fu Yuchen didn't know that they called her scumbag in private, so he smiled self-deprecatingly. The drooping eyelashes concealed the loneliness in his eyes.

"Mo Han."

"Yes, yes, yes. They said that you..."

"Yes, we're back together."

"What, what?" Chen Da didn't react for a moment, his eyes widened, "You..."

Fu Yuchen scooped up another bowl of soup for himself before sitting down. He looked at his friend who was clearly almost 30 years old but was still lively, then threw out a bigger shock.

"We're married."

"F*ck!" Chen Da seemed to have bounced up from his seat. Before he could say anything more, his left hand accidentally touched the bowl of soup just now. The boiling hot soup poured out and dipped Chen Da's clothes deep down the table.

"Ahhhhh!"

In the end, this meal could not be eaten.

***

Mo Han had been suffering from heat stroke recently. When she woke up in the morning, she felt her head was heavy and uncomfortable. After thinking for a while, she took some medicine and lay back to sleep. She called Cheng Yi to ask for a leave on an ad hoc basis. She had been asleep for hours, and it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when she woke up again.

There seemed to be someone talking outside the door.

Mo Han did not sleep comfortably this time. She had several dreams in succession, and all of them were intermittently messed up over the years. For some reason, people always said that she had dreams every day and night, but she rarely dreamed of Fu Yuchen, and she rarely dreamed of Fu Yuchen these few years.

She thought that perhaps because Fu Yuchen was the only warmth she longed for in her dreams, even dreams rarely gave her what she wanted.

Mo Han lay on the bed and emptied it for a few seconds. She looked at the gray ceiling of Fu Yuchen's house. It was the same gloomy color as him. The curtains were blown up by the wind, and a few drops of sunlight leaked in, and Gulu rolled from the window to the bedside, and from her slippers back to the back of the curtains, never to be seen again.

She could no longer remember what Fu Yuchen looked like.

She was no longer worthy of the Fu Yuchen of that year.

Mo Han got up from bed. She could confirm that there was someone talking in the living room.

It must be Fu Yuchen.

She hasn't seen him for almost a week.

Mo Han pulled up the sling that had fallen onto her arm and opened the door without much thought.

However, she had never imagined that such a scene would occur in front of her.

She still remembered Chen Da patting Fu Yuchen's college roommate with her slippers.

At this moment, Mo Han and Chen Da's eyes met. Chen Da held the ointment with one hand and fixed the clothes to his chest with the other, revealing white flesh and mottled scald marks. Mo Han's gaze moved downwards with his hand. Before she could see anything, a pale white hand suddenly appeared and tore Chen Da's clothes off.

"F*ck!"

***

Chen Da was injured twice. Fu Yuchen didn't pay attention when he pulled his clothes down and directly cut his blisters.

When Mo Han finished changing her clothes and came out, Fu Yuchen was bandaging Chen Da. The white bandage wrapped around her waist twice, causing Chen Da to grimace in pain.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet," Fu Yuchen looked at her distractedly and lifted his chin towards the kitchen. "I packed it from Mu Ye. It shouldn't be cold yet."

"Mm," Mo Han squatted down and looked at Chen Da's stomach. "Why is it so hot? Is it so serious?"

"The soup is hot." Chen Da replied quickly.

"Huh?"

'"..."

"It's fine, it's not too hot."

Fu Yuchen's hand itched to tie a bow to Chen Da. "Chen Da's stomach is thin and tender. It looks a little scary, but it's actually not that serious."

Mo Han agreed, "Yes …"

She sighed softly. "He's whiter than me" She shook her head and left helplessly.

Fu Yuchen's knotted hand paused. It seemed that the knotting was too tight...

Chen Da wanted to cry.

Who exactly did he provoke?

"I'm hungry too..."

Chen Da felt that he needed to rely on food to make up for his broken heart.

"Later, I ordered you a bowl of porridge."

"Hmm? What about my delicacies?" Chen Da watched from afar as Mo Han opened the bag and took out the dishes one by one.

"It's all spicy and exciting. You can't eat it."

"I was just able to eat."

"Not now."

'"..."