Before Shen Xiaofeng could react, I immediately covered Feng Zhenyang's mouth and gave him a look. Fortunately, Shen Xiaofeng was raised innocently by me since he was a child, so he couldn't understand Feng Zhenyang's meaning for a while.
With only a pair of big eyes open and blinking, his eyes look very much like Feng Zhenyang. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Shen Xiaofeng is Feng Zhenyang's son. But I really don’t know why some people say that I gave birth to a child for Zhu Jingye. When I first heard this rumor, I really wanted to drag out those entertainment reporters who were talking nonsense and beat them up.
But later on, he gradually became indifferent. As Zhu Jingye said, those who are clean will clean themselves up. Why bother with those people who talk nonsense? So I ignored them and did what I liked, which was considered as fulfilling a dream I had when I was young. From being an actor to being a director, it was my high school dream to create a play myself. A few years ago, it was still a dream. I thought, since I didn’t come from a major, I had no background, and I didn’t have any academic qualifications. It would be a miracle if I could become a director.
But this miracle was realized because of her divorce from Feng Zhenyang and because of meeting Zhu Jingye again. Speaking of which, I don’t even know why Zhu Jingye accepted me as his apprentice. I once asked him, and what he said was very official. He said that all people have dreams, plus my experience in the film and television industry and his It's very similar to the fact that the cooperation couldn't work out due to some reasons. Being a master and apprentice is also a kind of fate.
I didn't really believe it, but I didn't ask any more questions. I thought that if Zhu Jingye didn't want to tell, no matter how much I asked, it would be in vain. No matter what the reason is, as long as I do it to the end and live up to his hard work, that will be the best reward.
Therefore, in the past two years, apart from Xiaofeng, the most important thing to me is my career. Paying attention to Feng Zhenyang was purely incidental, because incidentally, Shen Xiaofeng also got to know Feng Zhenyang. He stared at Feng Zhenyang for a moment and said in a sweet voice: "Uncle, I remembered, I have seen you on TV!"
"You just said that my father would come to see me today, and I suspected that you were lying to me! Now... now... I believe it." The three-year-old child talked too much and became a little incoherent: "On TV, see you After you, you are on TV..."
"Well, you've seen me on TV, so you believe me, right?" The scary thing is that Feng Zhenyang actually understood it!
While I was shocked, I also had an indescribable feeling in my heart. I thought that Feng Zhenyang had never been in contact with Shen Xiaofeng. I thought that we were already strangers. I thought that Feng Zhenyang probably thought that Xiaofeng was his child, so he took a look.
Hey, Shen Jiaying, are you stupid? Feng Zhenyang even knows which hotel you stayed in when you first arrived in Hong Kong. He even knows what happened on the day Xiaofeng was born. How could he not know what Xiaofeng was going to say
He knew Xiaofeng very well, even better than me. Along the way, Xiaofeng made him drunk and insisted on riding with him. He said he wanted his uncle to tell him about Journey to the West and Ultraman. . Livingly, my biological mother, who had dragged him to the age of more than three years old with my shit and urine, was thrown aside. Shen Xiaofeng didn't come back to me until we got off the bus, but he still asked the same question: "Mom, will dad come to see Xiaofeng today? Is dad... is he as handsome as uncle and can tell stories?" ah… "
I don’t know what to answer. It’s not right to say yes, and it’s wrong to say no. This kid now worships Feng Zhenyang so much that he almost worships him. If I tell him that Feng Zhenyang is his father, I might just pat his butt and leave with him.
"Hey, Sister Jiaying, what are you thinking? Our Xiaofeng is so good! This kid, he just lacks friends and father's love. Apart from Shi Qi and Dad, there is no man around him." Qi Xiaoyu objected to what I said, and she immediately defended Shen Xiaofeng: "Shiqi, he is a programmer. If he doesn't watch TV, he would regard Su Daji as a jade-faced fox. You ask him to give it to Xiaofeng?" If Feng tells Journey to the West or Fengshenbang, it will cost his life. Not to mention, it would be great if he doesn’t take away Xiaofeng’s toys! Now Brother Zhenyang stands in front of Xiaofeng, his image is tall and majestic. It’s natural. However, after the novelty has passed, you are still the closest to me. See if he can sleep without you at night! He won’t be able to breathe until he bursts into tears!”
Qi Xiaoyu was definitely infected by Shen Shiqi. Shen Shiqi made her become a chatterbox, and her speech became more and more unruly. She still looked like a young lady. It is said that between two people, if one person loves the other person more, then they will become more and more like that person, and they will listen to the other person in everything.
So Feng Zhenyang naturally thinks that I should listen to him. I don't know where he gets his confidence. They talked and laughed all afternoon. Later, Shen Shiqi came back and they chatted a few more words. Probably because they hadn't seen each other for many years, Shen Shiqi's state of mind was very different from the past. In addition, the damned person was already dead, so Shen Shiqi no longer had the same hatred for Feng Zhenyang as before. After dinner in the evening, Feng Zhenyang was left to stay.
Xiaofeng drove Feng Zhenyang crazy for a day, and he was sleepy before nine o'clock. Before going to bed, he wanted to listen to Feng Zhenyang's stories. I said that Uncle Feng was asleep, and he calmed down, but he asked me again, asking me who my father was. If you're not very busy, why don't you come and see him. I didn't let Feng Zhenyang talk today, so Feng Zhenyang lied and told Xiaofeng that something suddenly happened to his father and that he couldn't come today and would probably come after a while.
After coaxing Xiaofeng to sleep, I walked out of the room with a heavy heart and walked up the stairs to the hall. Shen Shiqi, my father, and Qi Xiaoyu all went out for a walk, so Feng Zhenyang was the only one in the hall. Logically speaking, they shouldn't have left Feng Zhenyang alone, and they didn't know if they did it on purpose. Anyway, I was very puzzled.
"Sleeping?" Feng Zhenyang was sitting on the sofa, speaking in a very natural tone, and moved his body to motion for me to sit next to him.
"Well, after arguing for a while, I went to sleep." I didn't sit next to him, but chose a seat farther away from him.
Obviously this is my home, but now I feel like a guest. It suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere became slightly awkward. I didn't know what to say anymore, so I coughed twice and asked Feng Zhenyang: "You... want something to drink?"
"Just drink some plain water. Don't you always treat me with this?" Feng Zhenyang was actually a little embarrassed. After all, we haven't seen each other for so many years. Although we despised each other during the day, now, we really feel like strangers. a feeling of.
My head was empty, and I went to pour the water absent-mindedly. There was a loud bang, and my leg hit the coffee table. That's not flesh pain, that's bone pain. Because Feng Zhenyang was there, I pretended to be calm and continued to get up to pour him water.
"Shen Jiaying, sit down first, and you won't be polite to me." Before I even took a step, Feng Zhenyang stretched out his hand to stop me. Without waiting for me to speak, he pressed me down on the sofa, squatted down, gently rubbed my legs, and sighed helplessly: "After so many years, at our age, we were both grandparents in ancient times. Oh, you’re still so careless. Does it hurt?”
Feng Zhenyang and I have known each other for twenty-one years. Twenty-one years, from the age of fifteen to thirty-six, we are no longer the innocent students we were in high school. Many things have changed, but the only thing that has not changed is that Feng Zhenyang asked me gently when I bumped and fell, just like many years ago: "Shen Jiaying, why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"
Every time I was silent, and this time, it was the same. When I looked at Feng Zhenyang, I felt very sour in my heart, and my eyes were warm, as if I would shed tears at any time.
Feng Zhenyang seemed to feel something, and he slowly raised his head, his eyebrows as beautiful as ever, and his eyes were as clear as when we first met. I said that if you see the clarity in the eyes of a thirty-seven-year-old man, many people will definitely laugh. But I did see from Feng Zhenyang's eyes, so clear, so clean, without a trace of impurities. This is how he looked at me many years ago. At that time, he stood on the podium and introduced himself. He smiled slightly and said, "My name is Feng Zhenyang. I like singing and playing basketball..."
Thinking of these past events, I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart, and tears fell involuntarily. I didn't want Feng Zhenyang to see it, so I turned my head aside.
"Shen Jiaying, what's wrong? You're fine, why are you crying?" Feng Zhenyang stood up and sat next to me at some point. He reached out to my face with one hand from behind and wiped away the tears on my face. He comforted me in his own unique way: "As an old woman in her thirties, she looks ugly when she cries. Stop crying. You'll scare me if you cry again!"
"I'm not crying!" My eyes were filled with tears, but I still tried to deny it.
There was a slight smile in Feng Zhenyang's tone, as if he was mocking me: "Okay, okay, you didn't cry. I saw it wrong. You are in your thirties, how can you cry? I must have seen it wrong. My eyes blind!"
"Pfft!" When I heard Feng Zhenyang's words, I suddenly burst into laughter. He can always make people laugh, from old to young, as long as he wants to, he can make people laugh.
The atmosphere suddenly became much more natural, adding a bit of ambiguity. Feng Zhenyang's hand slowly reached to my waist, clasped it tightly, and whispered warmly in my ear: "Shen Jiaying, for four years, I have received a photo of you every day, and later a photo of you and our son. In fact, I know that you went back when my grandfather left. Do you know why I was with that girl at that time? "
"She was just an actress I found. At that time, Li & Fung Group was on the verge of bankruptcy. I was afraid that you would suffer if you followed me. I didn't want you to live a hard life with me. Later, the situation got better, but internal strife continued. I was afraid that you would suffer. Embarrassed."
"Shen Jiaying, let me tell you a secret. In fact, I have known for a long time that Feng Zhenqing is my fifth uncle's son. Do you know why I never told you?" (To be continued)