
Uncle Gui knew nothing but the old man.
When he arrived at Song Yueliang's house yesterday, he was expelled.
Having no choice, unable to answer, Uncle Gui had to put down the scissors and pick up the phone so as not to disturb others.
"Mr Fu, Miss Song called. He and his former classmates specifically held a small party to celebrate your discharge from the hospital, and invited you, the protagonist, to attend."
“Come on, I've been running out of brain power lately.” Fu Yanchi said slowly.
Uncle Gui nodded, and he would tell the story of the lack of brain power according to his script.
"Wait!" Fu Yanchi's soul returned, and he sat down slowly, with a cold look in his eyes, "Tell him, since it's for me to celebrate, I'll decide the time and place of the party."
When Uncle Gui hung up the phone, Fu Yanchi looked at him, "Uncle Gui, five and a half years ago, the day before my accident, someone called me to attend a class reunion, do you remember who called?"
"That's a guy, who was said to be your class supervisor in the third year of high school, named Jiang Kai." Uncle Gui remembered this person very clearly, because Mr. Fu had just gone to a class reunion.
Later on, the Yan family also did an investigation, and found nothing wrong, so they just let it go.
"Find someone to watch over Song Ziyun and Jiang Kai, and tell them the time and place tomorrow." Fu Yanchi's eyes were only cold for a moment, and he quickly returned to his mediocre and lazy appearance. "Also, go and help me do something now."
When he ordered something, Fu Lao's attention was already interested,
After he finished speaking, the old man frowned, wondering and worried, "Ah Chi, is there something wrong with what happened back then?"
Fu Yanchi turned his gaze over, and looked at the old man calmly for a moment, "Grandfather, is your heart alright?"
"Very strong!" Feeling slighted, the old man blew his beard and stared.
Fu Yanchi nodded, seriously, "It was too inappropriate right then."
“Grandfather, I worked hard to give you a great-grandson.”
There was a loud explosion.
After realizing what he heard, the old man suddenly stood up from the rocking chair, accidentally bumping into the red sandalwood table next to him, he said, and that blabbering radio fell to the ground and instantly stopped.
Uncle Gui, who had just walked to the door, lay in the doorway.
“Tell me again, what do you earn?” The old man rushed over to the young man who was leaning on the teacher's chair and pretending to be arrogant, his eyes were as big as copper bells.
"Sweet girl." The young man lifted his lips and said casually, "Grandfather, I have a child."
“I have a boy... I have a girl's great-grandson?… Where, where's my great-grandson?!”
“Not urgent to meet with my female great-grandson, there is something more urgent than this.”
The old man was so shocked by his existence that his hands and feet trembled, he could not think of anything else, "Is there anything more urgent than this!"
“Yes, your granddaughter-in-law refused to give a title to your granddaughter, so she left her father and looked after her son, grandfather.”
"..."
"..."
The old man looked left and right, took the house phone closest to his hand, and lifted it to smash his grandson's unworthy forehead.
Seeing his face so pale and weak that he would burp at any moment, he was unable to do so, and then roared, "Basic is useless!"
Fu Yanchi touched his nose, deeply disapproving of this accusation.
By using this filter-like body, she was still able to give herself a daughter, which was a success.
The word "useless" does not exist at all.
He's very useful.
The old man clasped tightly onto the house phone with both hands, his face changed in anger, "Who is that shameless smelly person, tell me, I'll find someone to deal with him!"
Fu Yanchi pursed his lips, his eyes cold, "I will settle matters with him personally."
After speaking, he stood up, and the old man walked towards the bedroom with his hands behind his back like he was pacing back and forth, "Grandfather, this is late, I want to sleep, I want to sleep, you should also go to bed early, go to bed early and wake up early to be healthy."
Master Fu was holding the house phone, staring at his grandson with a dumbfounded back, "..."
Run before you finish your sentence?
Can he sleep like this? Can he still sleep?
“Where is my great-grandson and what is his name? Tell me before you run, boy!” No one responded to the growl, then the old man remembered Uncle Gui, and looked to the doorway. The people lying there had no idea what was going on. Time has passed.
The old man was so angry that he wanted to disconnect the landline again.
Sitting on Taishi's chair, the old man hurriedly dialed the number on the phone, "Hey, Ah Xian, do you know that that brat has become a father? She has a daughter who is four and a half years old! Didn't 'Did he tell you about this bastard? You don't know at all?! Think carefully and see if you can think of some clues! Besides, I don't know which bastard is trying to get my "Daughter's greatness into a stepfather! What a bad thing!"
"Axian, check for me, think about it, and let me know immediately if you think about it, I'm impatient, I'm impatient...!"
After hanging up the phone, the old man sat down on the chair and trembled.
The bright circle of light from the light bulb above his head shone downwards, and the old man's face was covered in tears.
“Jing'er, Ah Chi has a child and has become a father.”
“Our family has a queen.”
Before today, this was something that he and even the entire Yan family did not dare to think about.
Born with a rare disease in the world, it is very difficult to survive. As brothers, they wished Ah Chi could live longer, and a longer lifespan was already their simplest wish.
Not expecting, not expecting... The eyes of old man Hu Zhuo were teary, and he laughed.
He's over seventy years old this year, and I don't know if the white-haired guy will send the black-haired guy tomorrow, or he'll die first.
If such a big shock could occur in his life, even if he was told to leave immediately, he could rest in peace.
"Good..great! Ahhaha!"
In the antique bedroom, the young man lying on the bed closed his eyes with his hands crossed.
The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, under the shadow of the arms, the corners of the eyes are broken down with fine water.
His most precious moon left behind a treasure in his life.
Even if the moon doesn't want him now, his life is complete.
Before, he had always thought the moon only thought of him as a brother, a friend.
Now I find that, perhaps, he is too self-righteous, he is too stupid.
The scene I saw when I slipped back into China then reappeared.
A young woman with a low ponytail, her distended belly could not be hidden even with a loose top.
Wearing flat shoes, he walked carefully and slowly on the drenched road, protecting his stomach with his hands in a protective position, the statement said, and in the corner of her mouth was a charming smile that could easily be pampered.
It was the most gentle appearance he had never seen before.
The moon loved the boy's father very much.
And the father of the child was him, Fu Yanchi.