Fu Xingye still didn't respond. He tilted his head and moved his little head forward. He raised his voice slightly and shouted, "Dad."
Hearing this father, Fu Xingye's throat was bitter and he slowly opened his eyes.
The little girl found that he was awake, stepped back a little shyly, and said softly: "Mom tells you to get up and eat."
Hearing this so common sentence, Fu Xingye's eyes suddenly swelled.
He calmly suppressed his emotions, smiled, and immediately sat up with his body.
Seeing him getting up, he immediately got up and walked away. After he walked away, he stood there for a few seconds, and then turned to run outside.
Fu Xingye stopped her: "Good."
"Huh?" Putting one hand on the doorknob, he turned sideways to look at him. His eyes looked like Nie Changhuan, big and slightly curved, with the tails of the eyes raised.
Fu Xingye sat on the edge of the bed, his throat rolled, and said in a dumb voice, "Can I hug you?"
He blinked his eyes well, pursed his small mouth, and nodded.
Fu Xingye squatted down and opened his arms towards her.
His eyes lit up, and then he ran into Fu Xingye's arms and slammed Fu Xingye back against the edge of the bed.
Putting his face on Fu Xingye’s already somewhat stubborn chin, he shrank his neck because of the stabbing, but his small arms tightly circled Fu Xingye’s neck, pursing his mouth and snickered: this is her father. !
Fu Xingye's arms were a little stiff and he didn't dare to use too much force, but the little girl's arms around her neck gave him courage and hugged her small shoulders tightly.
The last time he held his daughter like this was more than a year ago.
This is the second time he has embraced his daughter like this. He really missed too much.
Loosen him well, look into his eyes and say, "Let’s go out quickly. Granny vegetarian made a lot of dishes this morning. Granny vegetarian’s dishes are delicious!"
Fu Xingye looked at the little girl in front of him who had no sense of estrangement from him, and couldn't help asking her, "Well, don't you hate me?"
"Why do you hate you, you are my father!" Well, she was never a twitchy little girl. She always knew what she wanted, so she didn't hesitate to answer this question. Not only that, she even raised up. The small chin, an extremely straightforward look.
Fu Xingye's eye sockets were uncontrollable and slightly sour, especially when he thought of his absence over the years, and all the signs of being a father who was seriously unqualified, it was even more heartbroken.
Seeing his sadness well, he walked back, looked at him with his little head tilted, and said softly, "Dad?"
Fu Xingye hummed, but did not look up.
Properly raised a pair of small hands to hold his face: "Dad, don't be sad."
Fu Xingye wanted to hum again, but he opened his mouth, without making a sound, a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.
He immediately stood up and raised his head. When he turned sideways slightly, he raised his hand and wiped it off. Then he lowered his eyes to see who was looking up at himself: "You go out first, and Dad will come out after washing, okay?"
A good nod: "Then, dad, hurry up, otherwise the food won't taste good when it's cold."
Fu Xingye rubbed the top of his good hair fondly, and obediently said, "Okay."
Well, I went out happily.
Fu Xingye watched her close the door for herself and stood there for a while before heading to the separate bathroom of the master bedroom.
He quickly finished washing out, and he was about to go out directly, but he stopped when he saw a half-closed sliding door.
He knew very well that he could not spy on Nie Changhuan's privacy at will, but he knew too little about Nie Changhuan. He hadn't figured it out yet. Others were already standing in Nie Changhuan's small study.
Because the small study room was changed with a cloakroom, the space was narrow and small, and there were no windows for natural light. Fu Xingye scanned the circle, and when he thought that Nie Changhuan used to work in such a place, his regret and distress were overwhelming.
He walked two more steps in, and his thigh was placed on Nie Changhuan's desk.
On the desk, there was an ink painting that seemed to have just been completed.
The drawing paper is very large, and the main part of the painting is courtyard buildings with several entrances and exits. However, if you look closely at the courtyards, this courtyard is not the same as the current courtyards. What are the specific differences? Fu Xingye can't say it. He just thinks it is bigger and more refined, like It's the dwelling place of a prominent ancient home.
The painting is very meticulous, and the courtyard is full of flowers, birds, forests and rocks. In one of the deep courtyards, a swing is hung under a big tree.
Fu Xingye noticed that Nie Changhuan had spotted a little vermilion color next to this swing, which was quite conspicuous in the whole painting.
Fu Xingye thought about it and took out his phone to take a picture of this pair.
It was also because of taking pictures that he discovered that he had nearly ten missed calls, all of which came from one number.
His face faded quickly, and when an impatience flashed between his eyebrows, he dialed back.
The first sentence that came over there was: "Mr. Fu, you can count on answering the phone, I really can't do it anymore, I..."
…
When Fu Xingye left the bedroom, Nie Changhuan was about to call him again. The two of them bumped into each other in the corridor. As soon as Nie Changhuan made eye contact with him, he immediately remembered what happened last night, turned around and walked back.
Looking at her back, Fu Xingye finally smiled at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Because of what happened last night, it seemed that a certain layer of window paper had been pierced between the two. Nie Changhuan could no longer squeeze his emotions in front of him anymore. Now there is only panic and confusion.
Nie Changhuan was very frustrated. After sitting at the dining table, in order not to embarrass Fu Xingye, after handing him the chopsticks, he stopped talking.
Glancing at his mother, then at his father, finally blinked, stood up and put a chopsticks dish in Nie Changhuan's bowl: "Mom, you eat this, it's delicious!"
Nie Changhuan returned to his senses, laughed a lot, didn't speak, just picked up the chopsticks and food and fed it into his mouth.
I took another chopstick and placed it in Fu Xingye's bowl, and said softly, "Dad, you eat too."
At that time, Nie Changhuan had just fed the vegetables into her mouth, and suddenly heard the sound of "Dad". She didn't realize that something was wrong for a moment. She just raised her head and took a good look with Fu Xingye.
It wasn't until she found that everyone else on the table was still motionless, and when she looked at them in shock, she reacted violently.
She looked at Fu Xingye again, and finally looked at her well, and she was holding the chopsticks, looking at her nervously.
Seeing that Nie Changhuan was not speaking, she quickly picked up another chopsticks dish and placed it in Nie Changhuan's bowl, and said eagerly, "Mom, you can eat more."
Seeing this well, Nie Changhuan immediately adjusted his emotions.
She laughed helplessly, instead of talking to Fu Xingye, she looked at Fu Xingye and asked with a sour look: "Is your daughter happy to call you that?"
This is like a husband and wife who are jealous because of their children. Fu Xingye Ming knew that she was asking for good feelings, but the position of the heart still seemed to be knocked hard, when the heartstrings were shaking. , He nodded truthfully: "Happy, very happy."
Nie Changhuan had a look that I knew, and then continued to eat with vegetables as usual.
She noticed from the corner, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Nie Changhuan also breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was a little sour.
Xia Guo had been in China for a long time, and she was already very good at making ends meet, and soon led the topic away.
I became alive again. When the meal was about to be finished, I was able to pull Fu Xingye's arm and asked him eagerly, "Dad, can you take me and uncle to the playground in the afternoon?"
Wang Mingming in the school always shows that her parents, grandparents, and even grandparents all accompany him to the amusement park, laughing at her that Fu Jincheng is accompanied by only one mother at a time, or sometimes she is simply accompanied by the family's nanny.
Hearing such a question, Nie Changhuan felt that Fu Xingye would definitely agree. After all, this is a good time to promote the relationship between father and daughter.
But Fu Xingye was silent.
When Nie Changhuan raised his eyes to look at him, he looked at him well, hesitatingly shouted "Dad?"
Even Liu Zheng, who had been eating silently, looked up at him.
Fu Xingye put down his chopsticks and said with difficulty and slowly in the eyes of the people at the table: "Sorry, I have something to do this afternoon."
Disappointment quickly spread over her face, and she let go of Fu Xingye's arm with a soft hum.
Nie Changhuan didn't want to be sad, so he came out and said, "It is unrealistic to say that I want to go suddenly like this. After all, there are many things and many tasks that have been arranged in advance."
After a pause, she looked up and discussed with her: "Should we go again next week? Mother will spare time next week, let's go together?"
After speaking, she looked at Fu Xingye.
Fu Xingye was visibly relieved, nodded, and then turned to take a good look: "Next week, Dad will definitely accompany you and uncle, okay?"
Be happy again, and nodded obediently: "Then father, you go to work today, and you won't have anything to do next week!"
Fu Xingye smiled and promised.
After a meal, Fu Xingye didn't even sit down, so he was about to leave.
Nie Changhuan didn't ask him why he wanted to leave in such a hurry, thinking that he drove him back in the car last night, so he said he wanted to send him downstairs.
"You don't know where my car is parked, I'll take you there." Nie Changhuan took out the car key and stepped out.
Xia Guo was standing behind Fu Xingye and winking at Nie Changhuan: "Tsk, I've borrowed the car to someone, and they have to drive over to pay it back. This is another trip, so troublesome! Actually, it's very convenient to take a taxi now, why should I get someone else? Why don't you take a trip?"
"..." Nie Changhuan gritted his teeth and looked back at her. He didn't see Xia Guo, but ran into Fu Xingye's smiling eyes.
Nie Changhuan squeezed a fist, and then asked Fu Xingye, "She has a point, why don't you go take a taxi?"
"Is it easy to take a taxi here?" Fu Xingye really thought about it.
Nie Changhuan pursed his lips and loosened them, smiling, "Of course it's easy to hit."
Xia Guo laughed out loud, Fu Xingye looked at Nie Changhuan and laughed softly.
"..." Nie Changhuan threw the car key into the box, and was about to enter the room with his head buried.
Fu Xingye grabbed her wrist quickly, took the car key in the other hand, and forcibly took her out. He went to the bottom of the building without releasing her, but just asked her, "Where is the car?"
"Aren't you going to take a taxi? You let me go." Nie Changhuan wanted to break his finger.
Fu Xingye looked at her straining appearance, and suddenly pulled her into his arms with force, and hugged her tightly.
He put his chin on her thin shoulders, smelled the familiar and unfamiliar smell on her body that fascinated him, and whispered, "Huan'er."
Nie Changhuan froze. After seven years, he experienced so much. Hearing this "Huan'er" again, Nie Changhuan felt aggrieved and inexplicably wronged.
Tears swirled in the circles of her eyes, and she raised her face to prevent the tears from falling, but she couldn't help but sniffed.
Fu Xingye stepped back and held her face with his hands, looked at her dim teary eyes, slowly bowed his head, and put a kiss on her lips solemnly and solemnly, without any lust.
Nie Changhuan didn't hide, but looked at him quietly.
Fu Xingye touched the corner of her wet eyes with his thumb, stared at her for a few seconds, then let go of her, turned and sat in the car.
Before leaving, he said: "Huan'er, wait for me."
Nie Changhuan stood there, looking at the direction the car was leaving, and then slowly bent his lips and smiled after a long, long time.
When she turned and walked back, she felt that her steps seemed to be lighter than ever.
…
When Fu Xingye rushed to a villa in the suburbs, it was only about one o'clock in the afternoon.
As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of crying that was already dumb. Fu Xingye suddenly felt a pain in his temple, and stood at the door for a while before walking in.
A somewhat fat middle-aged woman left as if she saw a life-saving straw and ran over: "Oh, Mr. Fu, you are finally here! I am really inexperienced in bringing children. Look at this crying, he feels sorry for me and anxious. !"
This middle-aged woman was originally responsible for making supplementary food for Fu Chucheng and cooking for the aunt who brought Fu Chucheng. After the aunt who brought Fu Chucheng away yesterday, she has been taking care of Fu Chucheng.
She was inexperienced and didn't like to take care of children, and Fu Chucheng was too weak and crying, she was close to collapse.
So as soon as Fu Xingye entered the door, she yelled and hurried back to carry Fu Chucheng over to pass it to Fu Xingye.
Fu Xingye did not answer.
The rice cooker almost begged and said to Fu Xingye: "Mr. Fu, it's not that I don't want to do this. I really don't have the ability. I hardly slept all night and didn't have a good meal. "
Fu Xingye glanced at Fu Chucheng, who was crying with his eyes closed, and raised his hand to take Fu Chucheng: "You go and rest for a while, and I will take care of him for a while."
"Okay, okay!" The cooking aunt finally breathed a sigh of relief, and took a look at Fu Xingye after a pause. "But Mr. Fu, it is better for you to quickly find a professional aunt for him. I don't think you are like that. Will bring children, after all this is not a solution, is it?"
Fu Xingye's salary is high. The cooking aunt is afraid that Fu Xingye will never find an aunt with children. She is often used by Fu Xingye to bring children, and she might resign because she can't stand it. Naco is a pity for this high-paying job.
Fu Xingye nodded, and silently asked again: "You are in this circle, you must have your contacts, can you help ask, is there any reliable person willing to come over?"
When Auntie Cook heard it, she thought about it and said quickly: "Then I'll go and ask!"
"Ok."
The auntie cooking immediately turned around and went back to the room. She picked up her mobile phone on the bedside and chatted with several people on WeChat. Finally, she sent a message in the group. Every time she sent a message, she specially emphasized that the salary provided by the employer was far more than that. Market price.
The high salary naturally attracted a lot of people to ask questions. The cook aunt forgot even if she was tired, but she chatted on WeChat for more than an hour.
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Cen's house.
Cen Xingyue came out of the study and yelled "Aunt Qin". No one answered. She went down the spiral staircase and finally found someone in the kitchen.
There were two or three aunts in the kitchen, all holding their mobile phones and talking softly, looking very excited.
Aunt Qin, who usually takes care of her, saw her first, and immediately put her mobile phone in her pocket and walked over with a smile: "Miss, you came out, do you want to drink milk or a bowl of bird's nest?"
Cen Xingyue glanced at the other two nervous aunts in the kitchen: "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Aunt Qin smiled respectfully, "It's in our nanny group. Someone just posted a hiring message for the employer, saying that it is an urgent recruitment of a professional aunt who helps with children 24 hours a day. We are all here. I wonder if there are any friends who are unemployed at home, so that I can introduce them to the past."
"Recruiting people in the group? Bringing children 24 hours a day? No parents?" Cen Xingyue touched her stomach unconsciously when she heard the children.
Seeing that she was not angry, Aunt Qin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly told her all about her. She even told Cen Xingyue about what kind of person the employer is and what the child's current situation is like.
At the end, Aunt Qin added a sentence like a sigh: "This child is really pitiful too, how is it like our young lady's upcoming baby, with such an excellent background and such an excellent mother."
Cen Xingyue wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, ignoring Aunt Qin's intention to please. When she finally left the kitchen, she only said, "Hot a cup of milk to my bedroom."
Cen Xingyue returned to the bedroom. She wanted to lie down for a while, but she was afraid that her figure would be badly deformed because of her pregnancy in the long run. So she walked slowly to the terrace and looked downstairs in the garden.
Although the garden is not bleak, it is far from the beauty of spring and summer, and it is not covered with thick snow like last winter.
It was cold outside, and Cen Xingyue turned and walked in again, her eyes widened as soon as she put her hand on the doorknob.
Last winter, there was snow.
child.
It just so happened that Aunt Qin had warmed up the milk for her to bring in, so she asked Aunt Qin: "What is the name of your friend who is cooking auntie? What is her employer's last name, do you know?"
Aunt Qin said the name of the auntie who was cooking, and then turned over the chat records before telling Cen Xingyue, "Said it is Fu."
"is it?"
Last name Fu.
Cen Xingyue laughed slowly, and when she smiled, she laughed out loud.
So this is ah.
Cen Xingyue squinted her eyes while feeding milk into her mouth and thought happily, Chu Yan had been away for a long time, and Fu Xingye had quietly raised her child to more than one year old.