It rained heavily in Whale City.
Chu Yuqiao's figure gradually melted into the heavy rain, as if it was going to disappear forever in this gray-white thick fog.
Chen Yanchuan had been away for a long time. Fu Xingye faintly heard the movement and turned his head to look out of the French window: The rain was so heavy that it turned into fog, and the line of sight was blocked.
In Jiangzhou District, Nie Changhuan was standing on the balcony of the living room, watching the raindrops fall on the leaves of the flowers and plants on the balcony's flowers and plants.
Apart from the sound of the rain, she heard the movement in the living room in a daze. When she looked back, she saw Liu Zheng kneeling on the side of the coffee table and building blocks, and kneeling down on the sofa. On the sofa, there was a whole set that she bought at the mall that day. Barbie.
At this moment, put the doll's family of three together. After the arrangement, her chin fell on the sofa. When her expression fell down, she reached out and held the father's doll's hand. After holding it, she also Not knowing what she thought of, she pursed her lips and smiled again.
Nie Changhuan retracted his gaze and continued to stare at the rain outside.
I don't know how long the rain has not stopped. She lowered her eyes and was silent for two or three seconds, then suddenly turned around, took the umbrella and hurried out.
Out of the hall of the building, she hurried to the parking apron with her umbrella under her umbrella. When she was about to reach her car, she paused and turned around slowly.
Fu Xingye, dressed in black, holding a big concealed blue umbrella, was standing not far behind her, looking at her quietly.
Meeting her gaze, Fu Xingye's Adam's apple rolled down and called her: "Huan'er."
"Yeah..." Nie Changhuan saw him downstairs in her own house at this moment, and all her unhappiness and disgust was instantly relieved. She did not open her mouth, choked up, almost whispered in response.
The distance between the two of them was not close, and the rain was so heavy that Fu Xingye didn't hear it.
Fu Xingye walked towards her, but finally stopped at a distance of five or six steps away from her.
He struggled, and finally realized that there was only one thing he could say to Nie Changhuan: "I'm sorry".
"I'm sorry for what?" Nie Changhuan's eyes were full of dodge and despair, and he asked casually without thinking, just to respond to him.
Fu Xingye knew that Nie Changhuan couldn't accept it, but the escape had no effect right now, so he said, "Fu Chucheng's matter has fallen into...death."
After Fu Xingye finished speaking, his heart instantly seemed to be firmly and tightly gripped by an iron claw, as if it would be crushed to pieces by that force in the next second.
But Nie Changhuan responded calmly: "When Chu Yan is gone, isn't it already dead?"
Fu Xingye's Adam's apple rolled again. He wanted to tell her about Chu Yuqiao, but then I thought that since Chu Yuqiao had left, it didn't make any sense to say it, so he didn't say anything.
Between the two people fell silent again.
Nie Changhuan often remembered the former Fu Xingye who always had to laugh, and when he faced the now reticent Fu Xingye, he suddenly missed the smiling tiger-like Fu Xingye.
She waited for a while, Fu Xingye still didn't have any intention to speak, Nie Changhuan was angry at his behavior, and faintly expected him to say something to himself in the next second. But when she didn't wait until later, she suppressed her anger again and began to compromise.
So she asked again: "Did you not let me give you a few days of grace before? If it is difficult to deal with this fact, I... I can give you a few more days of grace."
But Fu Xingye did not look up at her in surprise because of these words.
Instead, he lowered his head, the bitterness of the corners of his lips was obvious.
He shook his head and said, "Huan'er, there is no way. The only way is for me to raise him until he is safe and healthy."
This was so cruel, Nie Changhuan felt a pain in his chest, so he arched his body slightly to relieve it.
But it didn't work.
She pretended not to hear that Fu Xingye was having a final showdown with her, and jokingly said, "Then I have to wait for you to grow up to Fu Chu? Let me count, how old I was at that time La?"
Fu Xingye raised his eyes to look at her, hesitant to speak, but Nie Changhuan was not affected, and continued to concentrate on counting her own: "At that time, I was fifty or sixty, and you were almost seventy? At that time, we were fine. …"
Nie Changhuan paused and looked up at Fu Xingye's eyes: "It's good for us, it's time for no father's love at all, right? What do you think?"
Fu Xingye was shocked, feeling that Nie Changhuan's words resembled a long and sharp knife, which instantly shattered his body.
As soon as he thought about it, Fu Xingye stepped back imperceptibly, as if he couldn't stand firmly.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Nie Changhuan quickly took away his gaze and turned his head, no longer allowing himself to see him.
After a long time, he heard Fu Xingye say again: "I'm sorry. I am sorry for you..."
"Don't say I'm sorry! Don't say any more!" Nie Changhuan's emotions suddenly got out of control, and she stared at Fu Xingye with red eyes, "No matter more than a year ago or now, you provoke me first! Now I am ready to make peace. Now, what are you doing?!"
"Back then, you didn't want me for your grandfather's will and your childhood Chu Yan! Now you want to do it for Chu Yan's children, okay?!"
Nie Changhuan's chest was ups and downs violently, she stared at Fu Xingye, but Fu Xingye just closed her eyes in pain.
Fu Xingye's reaction completely angered Nie Changhuan and completely disappointed Nie Changhuan.
Nie Changhuan sneered, staggered back and then recovered his calm.
She watched the rain hit the ground, her hands hanging beside her clenched tightly, her nails that had been beautifully trimmed had been bent because of her force.
She finally said: "I don't think you have anything else to say, then let's... Then let's end it here. Fu Xingye, goodbye."
After speaking, Nie Changhuan stepped back.
When she passed by Fu Xingye, she glanced at the hand that Fu Xingye was hanging beside her, and thought a little desperately and humblely, if Fu Xingye could comfort her, discuss with her and let her wait for her, or even buckle now Holding her wrists and hugging her, she could not continue to forgive him, or even accompany him to solve Fu Chucheng's affairs.
But she knew Fu Xingye's current character, he would not do such a thing.
Although the steps under his feet are heavy, Nie Changhuan is still ready to go home like this.
Just as she stepped up the stairs of the building with one foot, her wrist was suddenly caught.
She was in a daze for a while, and slowly lowered her head to look at her grasped wrist, not sure if this was because she had too much expectation so that she had hallucinations, or Fu Xingye really caught her suddenly.
So like a slow-behaving robot, she slowly looked up along the wrist of the hand holding her wrist. When her eyes finally fell on Fu Xingye’s face, her attention was inexplicably caught by the tears from the corner of Fu Xingye’s eyes. Attracted.
She thought numbly: Is this Fu Xingye crying
When she stared at the drop of water, Fu Xingye suddenly took a step forward and took her into his arms.
The man carries the moisture peculiar to rainy days, not warm at all, but his chest is hard, and it still feels so familiar.
Expectations become reality, Nie Changhuan tears in his eyes.
She released her umbrella and wrapped her hands around Fu Xingye's waist.
She gripped Fu Xingye’s clothes tightly with her fingers, as if discouraged, but she said aggrieved: "I have expressed my opinion about Fu Chucheng twice, why you always don’t understand that I am going to face you with you. What do you mean by solving it together? Why do you have to carry it alone, so that you can't hold it, and retreat from me without dragging me down?"
Fu Xingye's body shook slightly, and then he said hoarsely: "I can understand your feelings, knowing that you will never accept Fu Chucheng, so I..."
"You are wrong. Fu Xingye, you are wrong again." Nie Changhuan buried his head in Fu Xingye's shoulder and said dullly, "I can't accept it. It's not that you have to nurture Fu Chucheng in the end. What I can't accept is that you are here. In the process of dealing with this matter, I always kept my reconciliation out of the situation."
"Or, Fu Xingye, I'm fighting for favor, and I'm also fighting for favor."
"No woman wants her husband to always deal with other women's affairs, and no child wants her father's main focus to always be on other people's children."
"Tell me for yourself. When you resolved Fu Chucheng's matter, did you proactively contact me several times and call me again? Did you care about her?"
"I..." Fu Xingye originally wanted to explain that he just wanted to solve Fu Chucheng's affairs as quickly as possible, day and night, so as to be with their mother and daughter as soon as possible. He also wanted to explain that he missed almost every second. They, I don’t know how many times I’ve seen the secret photo on the phone, but when he thought about something, he didn’t say anything but admitted his mistake, “It’s all my fault.”
And Nie Changhuan quickly said what he thought in his heart: "It is indeed your fault. Fu Xingye, always treating your family and relatives in a good way you think is not feasible. I hope that in the days to come, you can do more. Think about it in another way, and think about how I might want you to treat us if I am reconciled, okay?"
Fu Xingye hugged Nie Changhuan tighter again, nodded, and replied solemnly and solemnly: "Okay. I promise you that I will correct it as soon as possible."
After speaking, he pulled Nie Changhuan out of his arms and gently touched the corners of her wet eyes: "Don't be sad, it's all my fault."
Nie Changhuan narrowed his mouth and squeezed out a smile, but tears fell down instead.
Fu Xingye held her face and dropped a kiss gently at the corner of her eye.