After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Chapter 62

With soothing music playing in the arena, skating seemed easy once Matsutake found his balance.

Even if Fu Zhoushan didn't pull him, he could still skate a few laps and do some simple movements by himself.

With the popularity of the Winter Olympics, more and more people like ice sports.

Now there are many people on the skating rink, and many children can be seen skating in style on the ice.

Matsutake has a foundation in dancing, even if it can't do any difficult moves, every move on the ice is very graceful.

For a while, it attracted the attention of many people around, but fortunately the matsutake covered it tightly and was not recognized.

Everyone thought that Matsutake was a half-athlete who could skate.

At the edge of the ice rink, Fu Zhoushan stopped and lightly rested on the handrail, his lips were slightly bent, and his eyes followed his own children.

Although he was smiling, there seemed to be an aura around him that rejected people thousands of miles away. When someone passed by him, he would unconsciously avoid it.

Jian Yi also followed Matsutake with his mobile phone, and recorded Matsutake's 3-minute skating.

In the camera, matsutake glides lightly on the ice. Although he is wearing bulky clothes, he can still see the tall and long legs of the boy.

Jian Yi called him from behind.

When Matsutake heard the voice, he looked back unconsciously, and the tightly wrapped person only showed a pair of amber eyes.

He smiled slightly at the camera.

In an instant, it seemed that all the ice crystals under the sun fell into his eyes.

Jian Yi was stunned, and staggered, almost doing a split on the ice.

"Pfft—" Matsutake quickly slid over and pulled Jian Yi up from the ice.

The video was posted on Matsutake's studio account, which immediately caused fans to cry and wail.

"What happened to them?" Matsutake asked.

Jian Yi waved her hand indifferently: "It's okay, it's just that I haven't seen you for too long."

Matsutake suddenly realized that since he joined the filming group of "Egrets in China", he has hardly updated it, and occasionally goes online for publicity.

The fans were so worried about their intermittently missing idols that they even went so humble as to ask Bailu's official Weibo if there were matsutake materials that could be released first.

Matsutake suddenly felt a little sorry for the fans.

It's a pity that he is not a person who likes to surf with a large account. Matsutake logged into the trumpet and wanted to go up to check the situation, but unexpectedly found that his trumpet had gained a lot of fans.

"Is this the charm of doujin?" Matsutake exclaimed.

As soon as Jian heard this, she touched her nose silently, and couldn't bear to tell him that he had lost his horse in front of everyone.

After a few people were tired from skating, they rubbed their hands together and went to eat steaming hot pot.

Matsutake didn't like spicy food, so he ate obediently from the clear soup pot, and he didn't forget to feed Mr. Fu Zhoushan, who was lazy in front of him.

After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, the sky was already dark, snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the ice lanterns hanging on the street gave off a faint colored light, making the surroundings look very dreamy.

"It's so beautiful!" Matsutake jumped up and down excitedly, insisting on dragging Fu Zhoushan into the store to buy something.

After I came out, I had a lot of commemorative small pendants in my hand.

Matsutake also specially bought a transparent pain bag, carried it on his shoulders, and it was full of hangs, and it made a tinkling sound when it moved a little.

"How is it? Doesn't it look good!" Matsutake patted his pain bag, like a soldier showing off his booty, his fart was cute.

Fu Zhoushan shook his head lightly, the smile on his lips couldn't stay down at all.

A thin layer of snow fell on Matsutake's hat, which was gently brushed off by Fu Zhoushan. He said, "You're tired today, go back early."

Matsutake's delicate little face was buried in the scarf, only a pair of beautiful big eyes were exposed, staring at her boyfriend intently.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Zhoushan thought he was cold, so he tightened the scarf around his neck.

"Husband is so kind." Matsutake's heart warmed, and she quickly lowered her gaze, and saw a few snowflakes on Fu Zhoushan's gloves, which were stained when she just brushed off the snowflakes from his hat.

Her husband was really nice to him.

Matsutake thought sweetly.

Holding hands by Fu Zhoushan, he walked slowly back to the hotel, leaving two parallel footprints in the snow.

Walking from the street to the end of the street, it was a short distance, with white heads shoulder to shoulder.

After the two finished packing, they lay down on the bed.

Matsutake burrowed into Fu Zhoushan's arms as always, like a clingy kitten.

"Kitten" rubbed against the socket of the owner's neck: "Honey, I can't sleep."

Fu Zhoushan, who was checking the project report, glanced sideways at the unconscious child who was "disaster for the country and the people". His eyes were bright and he didn't feel much sleepiness.

Reluctantly put down the ipad, hugged the child's shoulders and let him lie on his chest: "Aren't you tired today?"

"Let's play, you won't be tired." Matsutake put his arms around Fu Zhoushan's neck.

"Then what do you want to do?" Fu Zhoushan asked.

Matsutake tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "I don't know, I am very happy to be able to stay with my husband."

"Oh?" Fu Zhoushan looked at him, "Like being with me?"

Matsutake was a little puzzled: "Of course."

"You don't want to be separated from me?" Fu Zhoushan continued to ask.

"No, I want to be with my husband all the time." Matsutake rubbed against his chest, "Did my husband blame me because I left home for work?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhoushan shook his head, inducing Matsutake, who knew nothing, to say such words, and a sense of guilt suddenly surged in his heart.

She clearly said she wanted to be nice to him, but she always lied to herself.

If it was Fu Zhoushan in the past, he would never have imagined that such a day would happen to him.

Really unpredictable.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Matsutake tilted his head: "Husband?"

The sound of "husband" pulled back Fu Zhoushan's thoughts, he slightly pursed his lips, pinched the soft cheek of Matsutake, and said softly: "Then let me tell you a story?"

Matsutake was a little puzzled, but Fu Zhoushan seldom wanted to talk, so he nodded without spoiling his interest.

Fu Zhoushan sat up straight, Matsutake followed him and adjusted his posture.

The two changed from lying down on one side to sitting on the other.

Fu Zhoushan's eyes were slightly cold, and he gently supported Matsutake's waist to prevent him from falling, and said in a deep voice: "There is a kind of light that traps flying insects. It looks warm from a distance. There is no cold light of any temperature, but at this time the flying insects can no longer escape, and can only fall into the trap that has been set up earlier."

"Hmm." After Matsutake listened quietly, she felt even more puzzled. She didn't understand why Fu Zhoushan suddenly mentioned this.

what light...

What flying insects...

Matsutake looked at Fu Zhoushan with pity.

My husband is so pitiful, no one must have told him a story when he was a child, so he felt that this was also a story.

Fu Zhoushan lowered his head, met Matsutake's gaze, and knew that he didn't understand what he meant at all.

I had no choice but to continue to say patiently: "If you were that flying insect, wouldn't you hate black lights?"

After thinking about it, Matsutake said, "The black light is also fulfilling its duties, but it's a pity that they can't coexist."

"..."

Hearing these words, Fu Zhoushan was suspiciously silent for a few seconds, and he looked at Matsutake with some dark eyes.

A bad premonition flashed in his heart, and he always felt that his words would come true.

A cold light flashed in Fu Zhoushan's eyes, he would not allow such a thing to happen.

Even if it is tied, you have to tie people by your side.

The beautiful butterfly is attracted by the cold light, struggling, but can only sink deeper and deeper into the cage woven for it long ago.

There was silence in the air for a while, and he could hear the steady breathing of the person in his arms. Fu Zhoushan lowered his eyes, only to realize that the child who was still pestering someone to accompany him a few minutes ago had already fallen asleep.

Matsutake closed his eyes quietly, tilted his head slightly, and exposed his white and slender neck unsuspectingly, as if he was tempting someone to take a bite.

Fu Zhoushan shook his head, smiled dotingly, helped him into a more comfortable posture, then took him into his arms, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, which was quite devout.

"Good night, my butterfly."

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Rehabilitate first, these days are really exhausting