Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 103: the moon, salvation first
Song Yueliang looked at the man's face without a trace.
His face did not seem as pale as yesterday, and his spirit increased greatly.
It seems that life extension is quite beneficial.
Leading Qiqi past the man, Song Yueliang did not say a word, pretending that she did not exist.
Fu Yanchi turned around, and Pidianpidian followed behind, "His potion came from an ancient shop in front of the high school, its soy milk and fried dough came from Liji in Laojiekou, where he was born, and that noodle from Xu Bo's noodle shop in the back alley of the school. I remember the favorite restaurant I eat the most, right?"
Qiqi was already in her mother's arms, and her little head could only see the happy smiling face of the man behind her.
Qi Qi pursed his lips, "Uncle Fu, you only buy what my mother likes, not what I like."
Fail.
Crosses.
I told you to piss off my mom, but you still smile happily.
The man's peachy eyes turned, "There is a saying that says like a mother, like a daughter. If mom likes it, Qiqi will definitely like it too, so uncle bought it for two."
"..." - ".Qi Qi pouted.
If you like him, he will love it.
Fu Yanchi raised his eyebrows, and with Song Yueliang behind his back, he took out another object from his pants pocket and waved it at the little baby, saying inwardly, "This, do you like it?"
"!!" Looking at the thing in the man's hand, Qiqi's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Mom!"
The man hurriedly gestured shh.
Song Yueliang tilted her head, "Honey, what's wrong?"
Qiqi, "Mom, Uncle Fu is holding mother!"
Real loud.
Yueliang's song turned around.
The thing in the man's hand was quickly pulled back, but Fu Yanchi looked into the woman's cold eyes, ".." slowly took it out again.
A living ceramic figure.
Shirts, trousers, high ponytails, thin eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and cherry lips.
The most expressive were the expression of a small porcelain figure, the corner of the eye slightly raised, and the indifference and disdain like the villainous version of Song Yueliang.
Song Yueliang's eyes flickered, and she looked back, where the man could not see, the corner of her lips was almost invisible.
Fu Yanchi observed his words and expression, and immediately approached, "Moon, beautiful is it? I made it myself, and there are eleven more at home!"
“Why did you make this thing?” Song Yueliang walked forward without squinting, but she was finally willing to answer his words.
“Of course it's about seeing something and thinking of others.”
qiqi Lamentation.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have screamed.
Because of the small porcelain statue, Uncle Fu got into his mother's car and sat down beside her! I haven't given him that little porcelain statue yet!
Biting the steamed sandwich and sipping the soy milk, Fu Yanchi smiled and looked at the little boy who was staring at him, "Beautiful right? You like her?"
Qiqi's eyes twinkled, she nodded desperately, "I like it!"
"Then look again, uncle will take her home and lock her up later."
"..."
The car turned into a small snake on the main road, Song Yueliang gritted her teeth, "Fu Yanchi, are you still bullying that little baby?"
"You can't say that, Moon." Fu Yanchi smiled and said confidently, "A man will not like what others like. My twelve months are not complete without a month."
The tissue bag placed on the front of the flying car and hit Fu Yanchi's forehead.
Fu Yanchi caught it and wiped his mouth, "Moon, drive carefully, safety first."
Song Yueliang held onto her forehead, "Mother is wrong."
There was also a small man inside the carriage that no adult could see. He folded his hands and looked at Fu Yanchi coldly, jumping around between electrocuting him and not being able to shock him.
…
In front of Fu's house.
Meng Jingxian got off the taxi and stood at the door for a long time.
Red brick and green wall, blue stone paving.
He had been to this house a few times before, and he had followed Fu Ya.
Back then, when they were young, none of them expected such a huge deviation to their future fate.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Immediately, the door opened, and Uncle Gui respectfully invited him in.
The old man was sitting in the living room, with a pot of brewed tea placed on a low sandalwood table in front of him.
Meng Jingxian walked in slowly, came up to the old man, bowed and saluted, "Old Master, I'm here."
She was wearing a red cheongsam today, graceful and generous, calm and graceful.
Speaking with a familiar Wu Nong accent, Mr. Fu's eyes momentarily trance. The scene of two intelligent girls talking softly and playing around in front of his eyes seemed to have just happened yesterday.
But in an instant, everything was different.
Her daughter had long since died, and the remaining little girl now had a frown around her eyes.
“I haven't seen you in years, Xiaoxian.” Elder Fu sighed, pointing to the wooden chair opposite him, "Sit down."
“I should have come to see you long ago, not Xiaoxian?” Meng Jingxian sat up as she said, with downcast eyes filled with a sense of shame that could not be hidden.
Master Fu had seen him humble and guilty, and had behaved this way for many years, "You don't need to do this. My daughter died first, and you came later. You don't owe us anything." Instead, I'd like to thank you, After entering the door, you've always treated Ah Chi as your own, and you've done a good job."
With a family background like the Yan family, even though Yan Huai was the head of the family, he could not help himself. There was no way he would remain single for his daughter who died at such a young age.
He had no reason to ask others not to marry for the sake of his daughter.
Even if there was no Xiaoxian, there would be others.
Meng Jingxian closed her eyes, and the edge of her eyes was slightly red.
Old Fu did not know about it, but he still felt shame in his heart.
No one knew that his admiration for Yan Huai was even earlier than that of Aya. Only the man's eyes never fell on him.
Even after Aya died and married into the Yan family, the man's attitude towards her was still the same as before, indifferent.
Never cared about him.
So he kept that feeling in his heart and never dared to say it out loud.
No one knew that this marriage was caused by his own selfishness.
He replaced Aya's position in the house, occupying what Aya should have originally.
“Pak Fu, that's what I have to do to be nice to Ah Chi. He is Aya's son, so he is my son.” He started pouring tea, putting tea in front of the old man, and gestured deftly, "I'm with Yan Huai. She needs a woman to take care of her children, and I need a man to protect me from getting married." Tools that are clearly written in the marriage agreement early on.”
He lifted his head and forced a smile on the old man, "I did what I was supposed to do and got what I wanted."
Her smile had not disappeared, tears were flowing in her eyes, Meng Jingxian was covering her face, her slender shoulders were shaking violently, "I am still ashamed of Ah Chi, old man. After I entered the door, Ah Chi refused to go home..."
The living room fell silent for a moment, only the sobs of the woman's tears broke.
Old Fu turned his head, removed the moisture in his eyes, and sighed in silence.
There's nothing wrong, there's nothing to blame.
So is his fate.