Because the little boy stopped specifically and stared at him.
Fu Xingye lowered his eyes to look at him, he was slightly startled when he saw his looks, and then his heartbeat roared, as if there was something in his head exploding with a bang.
He froze in place.
The little boy still looked up at him, watching all his reactions.
Fu Xingye took a step towards him unconsciously, but his footsteps were vain.
He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't make a sound, but his eyes didn't even dare to blink.
Seeing him like this, the little boy seemed to take a step back guard, and then was led away by the German woman who followed.
When Fu Xingye came back to his senses, he followed a few people back to Nie Changhuan's ward again.
The little boy looked back at him before entering the ward, and Fu Xingye immediately took a step forward, but the little boy seemed to just glance at it casually, and quickly retracted his gaze and entered the ward.
Fu Xingye chased after him, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly didn't dare to go in. He stood at the door with his fists clenched, and closed his eyes with his head slightly raised.
His violent heartbeat hasn't stopped.
Immediately afterwards, Nie Changhuan's voice came from the ward.
Fu Xingye seemed to hear her yelling "Zheng'er," and his heartbeat stopped for a moment.
But then, the little boy said: "Sister, you are hiding from us again."
Fu Xingye suddenly heard this "elder sister", and instantly recalled the younger brother Nie Changhuan who disappeared with Liu Yi in the daytime.
His heart is like a train moving at a high speed in a tunnel. He originally thought that it would soon be bathed in light again. As a result, there was a violent impact with a bang. Everything was broken into slag, and he was buried in the dark tunnel again. Can't get out.
Fu Xingye stepped back, the pain of his back hitting the wall made him sober.
He stood there for a while, and when he stood up straight again and stepped toward the elevator, he pulled his lips laboriously, but he didn't even squeeze out a wry smile. He was full of his own child five years ago. The child who was taken away by Nie Changhuan without hesitation.
Just now he saw the boy who looked so similar to Nie Changhuan, he thought, he thought... he thought it was...
Fu Xingye's heart ached sharply again. When he walked to the elevator entrance, he bent over because he couldn't bear the pain.
Deep in the chest, it seemed like a beast was dying and struggling, tearing and biting the internal organs.
His eyes slowly turned scarlet, and he only realized what he was doing after raising his fist and smashing blood on the wall.
He... got out of control again.
…
In the ward, Nie Changhuan looked at Liu Zheng, who was sitting alone on the sofa, and looked at Xia Guo for help.
Xia Guo shrugged and said that she could not help it: "Not only Liu Zheng is angry, but I am also angry. Huan, we are family, but you never show us your fragile side. In your words, this It's just seeing outside, which makes us sad!"
Xia Guo doesn't know how to obscure things, and any sensational words will be directly expressed.
Nie Changhuan was introverted, especially in the past few years of tempering, which made her introverted and even cold, so in the face of Xia Guo's words, she could only apologize with a guilty conscience: "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to worry."
"You should tell us the facts. As for whether to worry or whether it will affect us because of worry, that is our business, and you don't need to think about it for us!"
Xia Guo had no father and no mother. After meeting Nie Changhuan in Fu Xingye’s manor, she later went to the hospital to try to be a nurse. Then she ran into Liu Zheng, whose mother was missing and only three months old at the time. I met Nie Changhuan who came to see Liu Zheng.
So when Nie Changhuan offered to hire her to help take care of Liu Zheng, she felt that this was a fate bestowed by God, and she agreed without hesitation.
After Nie Changhuan returned to China, Xia Guo was alone anyway and followed happily.
At first Nie Changhuan had no money. She and Nie Changhuan lived together in a rental house for nearly two years. During that year, Nie Changhuan had hardly bought personal items, and all the money was spent on raising the house, children, and raising her summer fruit.
Fortunately, she is the most amazing in her own language ability, so her life is even more prosperous in China. In particular, even though Nie Changhuan hired her, after Liu Zheng started school, Nie Changhuan also paid for her to learn some crafts and skills, and she made many friends because of this.
Nie Changhuan is a friend and a benefactor to her, better than a family member.
So at this moment, after Liu Zheng picked a head, Xia Guo was the most angry.
Liu Zheng was sulking on the sofa. It can be seen that Xia Guo complained about Nie Changhuan. He glanced at Nie Changhuan’s sorry appearance, and stood up and said to Xia Guo, "Sister Xia Xia, go buy some fruit for my sister. May I?"
He had just observed that there was nothing to eat in Nie Changhuan's ward.
But in fact, Fu Xingye either personally bought the food and fruit every day, or asked Peng Jiangzhou to prepare it meticulously. It's just that according to Fu Xingye's habit, if Nie Changhuan didn't eat it at the time, he would just throw it away and buy fresher next time.
After leaving Xia Guo, Aunt Su went to the bathroom and still did not come out. Liu Zheng was a boring gourd. Nie Changhuan had to hand him out: "Zheng'er, come to my sister."
Liu Zheng looked at Nie Changhuan's thick gauze leg that was exposed outside the quilt, and walked to her obediently.
Nie Changhuan took his hand, his eyes were a little sour, and said softly, "Thank you for protecting me in front of Xia Guo in such an angry situation."
Liu Zheng was a little awkward, and muttered, "I didn't."
Nie Changhuan chuckled softly: "Well, our Zhenger is the coldest, if there is no one, there will be no. But Zhenger, Sister Xia Guo also cares about me."
Nie Changhuan only said half of it, and it was just a reminder. After all, Liu Zheng was only five years old, and he was still an innocent kid.
Liu Zheng nodded, indicating that he knew.
Nie Changhuan painfully rubbed the top of his boring brother's hair, looking at his always drooping eyebrows, his heart was aching, but he still couldn't hold back, and said, "Zheng'er, do you remember me telling you? You? Although there is no mom and dad, your sister will be your support, and will never leave you or leave you, so our zhenger should be carefree every day, be the happiest and most heartless kid, Okay?"
Liu Zheng didn't even point his head this time. He lowered his eyes and didn't know where he was looking. He just said, "Sister, the teacher said that I am the smartest child in the kindergarten, and I will definitely be promising in the future."
Nie Changhuan almost burst into tears, thinking Liu Zheng was afraid that he would dislike him.
But Liu Zheng raised his head, raised his little hand and held her wrist in turn, and said seriously: "So sister, you don't have to work so hard. If you want to sleep late, if you want to go shopping and watch dramas like other children's mothers, you will It can be done. I can take care of myself, and I can take care of it."
Nie Changhuan didn't know when his tears were blurred, and the exhaustion that was originally hidden deep in his bones was inexplicably poked out by this little guy with a few words.
She raised her hand with the back of her hand to wipe tears, and solemnly nodded to Liu Zheng: "I believe our Zhenger, our Zhenger is the best."
Liu Zheng glanced at the tears on the back of her hand and couldn't help it. He went to take a paper towel next to him, carefully wiped the tears off the back of her hand, and drew two more paper towels into Nie Changhuan's hand.
Nie Changhuan suddenly couldn't laugh or cry again: Liu Zheng's obsession with cleanliness didn't know where it came from. Although Liu Yi loves to be clean, he is not to the extent that he has both obsessive-compulsive disorder.
While Nie Changhuan wiped his tears with a tissue, Liu Zheng suddenly said, "I just ran into an uncle at the elevator entrance."
Nie Changhuan didn't care: "Is it an uncle you know?"
Liu Zheng shook his head, but then said, "That uncle looks a lot like him."
While speaking, Liu Zheng had been staring at Nie Changhuan.
Nie Changhuan’s action of wiping tears stopped, but his expression was calm, and he even smiled: “Well, everyone may look very like strangers. It’s nothing strange. I touched it a few days ago. There was a college student who looked very similar to me."
Liu Zheng went quiet. Just when Nie Changhuan thought he had let it go, he suddenly asked, "Sister, you never told her father well."
There was a crack in Nie Changhuan’s expression. She calmed down and looked at Liu Zheng: “Zheng’er, when you grow up a little bit, my sister will explain to you, okay? You reconcile the only task now. Just study hard, grow up happily, healthy and healthy."
Liu Zheng blinked with his big, quiet eyes. He recalled that he had asked himself before, "Why do other children have fathers, but she and uncle do not have fathers". He originally wanted to tell Nie Changhuan. Feeling that Nie Changhuan seems to be trying to hide his emotions now, knowing that Nie Changhuan doesn't like this topic, he secretly decided not to mention it again, so in the end he nodded obediently.
"Zheng'er, with me growing up with you, you can also grow up happily and happily. My sister will definitely do it, trust my sister, okay?" Nie Changhuan has, in the past five years, apart from Sha Rong and the Thunder Cloud Period, In terms of relatives, it can be said to be helpless. Only she herself knows how helpless and difficult this kind of life is. So in the future, she will definitely not let Liu Zhenghe live this life well.
Moreover, Liu Zheng is a boy. In order for Liu Zheng to live better in the future, she has to save money to let him enjoy a better education, and even buy him a house, marry a wife and have children. Nie Changhuan has planned too many times.
"Okay." After Liu Zheng finished speaking, he changed the subject, "Sister, when can you be discharged from the hospital? How did your foot hurt? Is it serious?"
Nie Changhuan took a look at his legs. Naturally, he would not tell Liu Zheng what the doctor said that may leave scars and may cause pain when the season changes. He only said: "Except for pain, all you need to do is to recuperate slowly. Yes. And the doctor said, I can be discharged from the hospital and go home in a few days."
Liu Zheng's eyes lit up and he asked in a low voice, "Sister, after you go home this time, will you stay at home for a while?"
Nie Changhuan hesitated, then nodded.
During this time, she also had a good rest.
She can't remember that she hasn't taken a break in a few years, and she seems to be always working and running.
This time, she really had no strength.
…
Fu Xingye arrived at the group in despair, only to find that Chen Xinlan was sitting in his office.
In the past five years, Chen Xinlan's hair is almost completely white, and her eyes full of brilliance have also revealed a sense of exhaustion that cannot be concealed.
Seeing Fu Xingye coming in, Chen Xinlan put down the business paper in her hand: "I'm back."
Fu Xingye glanced at the business paper she placed on the table: "You are an art artist, what do you do with these things?"
"I don't look at this, don't take the initiative to learn it, how can I know if you are living well, are you fooling me again?" Chen Xinlan looked at the bruises on Fu Xingye's face that hadn't completely disappeared, and sighed slightly. "Xingye, grandma is old and can't control you for a few years."
Fu Xingye, who was taking off his suit jacket, stagnated, and his throat was bitter. Then he continued to take off his jacket slowly and put it on the back of the chair. He smiled when he sat down on the office chair and said, "You have a long life. These words are too early."
Chen Xinlan couldn't laugh, thinking about his grandson's various actions over the past few years, and was really worried that if he really passed away, he would definitely ignore it completely.
Her grandson, she used to be bold and reckless, so she looked like a madman who didn’t even care about his life. In the past few years, it’s still the same on the surface, but in fact, only she knows that he is no longer alive or alive. The goal is now, so I am slacking about life and everything, and I am tired of this world.
Chen Xinlan stood up and walked slowly to Fu Xingye behind the large desk: "Xingye, you used to be willing to say something to your grandmother when you had something to do. Now in your heart, is it that even my grandmother is no longer important?"
Fu Xingye leaned back in the office chair, his brows drooping, and said, "Don't think so."
Looking at him like this, Chen Xinlan twisted her heart slightly, feeling that Fu Xingye he saw this time seemed to be even more world-weary than the last time. There was an indescribable sense of sadness and loneliness all over her body.
Chen Xinlan knew how she would always ask him those few words of comfort, so she simply asked the others: "I heard from the secretary's office that you haven't come back these days, and the senior leaders of all parties in the group treat you. Great opinion..."
"Something has happened these days." Fu Xingye knew that Chen Xinlan was afraid that she would be messy in this position and worried that she would fall miserably in the future, but he was not at all impatient. He still comforted Chen Xinlan with the words he had said countless times in the past. "Don't worry, no one dares to touch me, I know it in my heart."
After a pause, he suddenly laughed abruptly: "Moreover, Chu Yan is now my serious wife."
Speaking of Chu Yan, Chen Xinlan couldn't help but raised her hand and rubbed her temples.
After rubbing it, she turned to look at the gray sky outside the French windows: "When winter comes in this whale city, it is always exceptionally cold and cold. It seems that no matter where you stand or stay, this body is not warm. ."
"Especially this year's courtyard house, the house is also older, the scenery is also old, it will be even more difficult to pass this day.
She suddenly talked about this, sounding like an old lady complaining about herself because she was too lonely, but instead of comforting her, Fu Xingye made her face sullen.
Chen Xinlan turned to look at him, and she met his cold eyes as expected.
Chen Xinlan felt a pain in her heart, but did not swallow what she wanted to say: "Xingye, no matter what happened back then, that child is yours after all. Grandma can't bear your flesh and blood..."
"I'll send you back." Fu Xingye picked up the phone and called Peng Jiangzhou without hesitation, "Come in and escort the old lady back to the courtyard."
Chen Xinlan knew that once this topic was mentioned, it would be the situation, but there was not much reaction.
When Peng Jiangzhou came in, Chen Xinlan bent over to take the handbag she had put on the sofa, and looked at Fu Xingye sideways from a distant distance: "No matter what means she uses, how vicious he himself is, but Xingye, child It's innocent. You can't ruin your child's life just because of the grievances between your adults."
"Old lady! You..." Fu Xingye stood up abruptly, his eyes red.
Chen Xinlan turned her head away from him, but still interrupted him categorically, "I don’t want you to worry about the child. I’m just here today to tell you. Since I can raise you up, I can also raise this child by my side. Now. I can't manage or don't want to care about you and Chu Yan, but I'm going to decide this child."
Fu Xingye stood and said nothing.
Chen Xinlan continued: "Chu Yan had a dystocia two days ago, and she gave birth to a boy by post-cesarean. Going wild, grandma doesn't ask you to do anything else. You, a father, should also go to the hospital to see the baby."
Fu Xingye snorted coldly.
Chen Xinlan has a headache, but she has always been kind-hearted: "I know you hate Chuyan in your heart, and grandma doesn't like her, but still that sentence, grandma wants you to see that child. Grandma has never asked you anything in her life. It’s just based on the experience of people passing by to tell you that there is nothing in this world that is more important than the relationship between father and son by blood. I don’t want you to recall your current unfeeling feelings and regret in the future."
Chen Xinlan didn't say anything anymore, and took the handbag out of Fu Xingye's office.
Peng Jiangzhou escorted the old lady into the elevator all the way. When the elevator went down, Chen Xinlan smiled and glanced at Peng Jiangzhou: "During this period of time you have been alone in the hospital and caring for a few people. It's hard work. Although you are young, you should also pay attention to your health. When you reach my age, it will be too late to regret it."
"It's not hard and not hard. It's all trivial things like going through the formalities and buying meals. It's not bothersome." Peng Jiangzhou remembered that Fu Xingye had cold face with an old lady for the first time in history, worried that the old lady would feel uncomfortable, so he comforted. "Mr. Fu has encountered a lot of trouble recently, so he is a little impulsive when he speaks and does things. Don't take it to your heart."
"I know that." Chen Xinlan turned her head to look at him, and suddenly changed her conversation. "So who is the person Xingye asked you to take care of?"
Peng Jiangzhou's heart was agitated, and then he realized that the old lady cared about herself just now and was playing her own words.