After Fu Ting and Tang Wanwan finished talking on the phone, they walked down the stairs. The brothers of the Liu family who had hurt Tang Wanwan before were being dragged out of the hall by the bodyguards. They were yelling and cursing loudly. , Cursing that the Fu family will suffer retribution sooner or later.
Fu Ting didn't care either. He glanced at Fu Jianchen who was sitting quietly at the dining table, hesitated for a moment, and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, I saw Fu Zhen a few nights ago."
When Fu Jianchen heard Fu Zhen's name, he was stunned for a moment, as if he had forgotten about this person, he hummed, then turned a page of the newspaper in his hand, and asked Fu Ting casually: "Oh, how is he now? "
Fu Ting sat down opposite Fu Jianchen, and said to him: "It seems that life is not very good."
Judging by the bar he was wearing, he should be working as a waiter. It is probably not a decent place to get off work so late.
Fu Jianchen laughed: "He doesn't know anything, what else can he do without Fu's family? It's not bad if he can survive."
Fu Ting: "Yes."
The two were silent for a moment, Li Ma came out of the kitchen with the dinner, arranged the dinner on the table one by one, and then left.
Just as Fu Ting picked up the chopsticks, he suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and said to Fu Jianchen who was opposite him: "By the way, there seems to be something wrong with his leg."
Fu Jianchen raised his eyes and asked, "Who?"
"Fu Zhen."
Fu Jianchen didn't really want to hear about Fu Zhen's news, and he didn't care about his legs. Fu Jianchen changed the subject directly and told Fu Ting: "Next month is Wanwan's wedding, so please don't go out. What's wrong."
Fu Ting nodded: "I know."
Fu Jianchen: "Let's eat then."
After dinner, the two sat on the sofa, each holding a business magazine, in silence.
The fonts on the magazine in front of him seemed to fly up. Fu Ting felt his eyes hurt after reading it for a while. He put the magazine in his hand on the coffee table in front, rubbed his forehead, and leaned against the sofa behind him. The ceiling, the exquisite crystal chandelier, and the smell of daffodils in the air, lingering on the tip of his nose, Fu Ting seemed to see a thin figure walking towards him in a trance, but in a blink of an eye, that figure disappeared up.
Fu Ting vaguely felt that this family should not be like this, but what it should have been like in the past, Fu Ting found that he could not remember clearly.
Maybe when Wan Wan comes back, everything will be fine.
He sighed softly, and asked Fu Jianchen beside him, "Wanwan said when will she come back?"
"Wanwan is filming out of town, and probably won't be back until next week."
"I'm about to get married, so why run around?"
Fu Jianchen chuckled lightly, and said to Fu Ting: "She likes it, that kid from the Qin family is also willing to pamper her, you, a brother, don't hold her back anymore."
Fu Ting nodded. Although as an elder brother, he always felt that no one in this world was worthy of his sister, but he had to admit that Qin Zhao's conditions were quite good, and he could pamper her without a bottom line. Bend, just like them.
Fu Ting suddenly felt a dense pain in his heart, as if being pricked by a needle. He thought he was just reluctant to let Tang Wanwan leave this house, so he stood up from the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen: "Dad, I went back to rest."
Fu Jianchen hummed, and put down the magazine in his hand. Hearing the sound of Fu Ting's leaving footsteps, it seemed that something was knocking on his eardrums one after another. His body trembled silently following the sound. , he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chest, for some reason he always felt that something was missing there, and this time has become more intense.
What is missing
Fu Jianchen sighed. He probably has to go to the hospital for a full body checkup. He is getting older and can no longer work as hard as he was when he was young, so he needs to pay attention to maintenance.
In a daze, Fu Jianchen felt as if a young man leaned his head on his shoulder affectionately, and whispered to himself: "Dad is not old at all, he is still very young."
Fu Jianchen couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.
Fu Jianchen stood up slowly from the sofa, looked around in a daze, and then came to the huge French window, through the glass window in front of him, he saw fine snow falling from the sky outside, falling on the golden leaf elm on the flower bed, Whitehead overnight.
Fu Jianchen turned around and went upstairs, and returned to his bedroom. He turned off the light and lay on the bed. In the dark room, only the sound of his breathing and the clicking of the pointer was left.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Jianchen fell into a drowsy sleep.
He is dreaming.
Xiao Fuzhen, who was only six or seven years old, was wearing blue suspenders, standing at the door with a red ball in his arms, resting his feet on his neck and waiting for his father to come home. When Fu Jianchen's car appeared in his sight , He threw out the little ball in his arms, as happy as a little sparrow with flapping wings just released from the cage.
As soon as Fu Jianchen got off the car, he saw Fu Zhen running towards him on two short legs, calling Dad, Dad. Fu Jianchen squatted down with a smile, picked off the leaves on Xiao Fu Zhen's head, and ordered He said, "Run slowly, don't fall."
Xiao Fu really giggled, opened his arms, and coquettishly said to Fu Jianchen, "Daddy hug."
Fu Jianchen raised his finger and scratched Fu Zhen's nose lightly, and scolded him with a smile: "Little lazy bastard", then stretched out his arms, and picked up Xiao Fu Zhen from the ground.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The evening wind gently brushed Fu Jianchen's face. He lowered his head and looked lovingly at the child in his arms. Fu Zhen's upturned hair trembled slightly in the wind. He looked up at For me, there seemed to be countless stars hidden in those eyes.
Fu Jianchen felt that his whole heart was about to melt, but in the next moment, he watched helplessly that the child in his arms gradually became transparent, but there was nothing left in a moment, Fu Jianchen looked down at him helplessly. In his arms, his heart was empty, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in mid-air a few times, but he didn't catch anything.
The sun ran to the other side of the earth, and the land under his feet turned into a barren desert. Fu Jianchen froze in place, not knowing where to go.
"Dad... Dad..."
Fu Jianchen looked for the direction of the sound, but there was a thick white mist in front of him. He was wrapped in the white mist and couldn't see anything.
That voice became lower and lower, weaker and weaker, and he kept thinking about it in his ears, that voice was calling: "Dad, help me... I'm in so much pain..."
Fu Jianchen felt his heart was about to break, he shouted loudly at the white mist in front of him: "Don't worry, Dad will be here soon!"
He was like a headless fly, scurrying around in the dense fog, he couldn't find his child, he couldn't find it.
I don't know how long it took, but the child's voice disappeared completely. Fu Jianchen felt a huge gap in his chest. The cold wind passed through the middle, and the dense fog in front of him dispersed. Fu Jianchen finally found his baby. .
But his baby fell in a sandpit at this time, his body was bright red, his face was pale, and he looked at himself with resentful eyes.
Fu Jianchen staggered, threw himself into the sandpit, hugged Fu Zhen, choked up and said, "Daddy is here, Daddy is here..."
Fu Zhen in his arms looked up at the sky, with almost no light in his eyes, he said softly: "It's too late, I don't want you anymore."
Fu Jianchen suddenly woke up from the dream, he opened his eyes, and it took a while to react, he frowned, not understanding how he had such a dream.
After a long time, he picked up the phone beside the bed and glanced at the date. Today is December 9th.
He seemed to have forgotten something, Fu Jianchen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, it must be because of what Fu Ting said tonight that he had such an inexplicable dream.
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The restaurant that sent out the leaflets didn't like Fu Zhen, but no one else came here during this time. Although Fu Zhen is a little lame, he can only make do with it now.
Fu Zhen put on a bulky doll costume, came outside the school, and distributed the leaflets to every child. The children took the leaflets, some read them carefully, and some threw them into the trash can beside them. , and some folded the leaflets into paper airplanes, took a breath and flew the paper airplanes into the air.
The sunset put away the last orange tail, and dusk fell, and the children jumped on the school bus. After the teachers also left the school, Fu Zhen took off his doll clothes and walked to the restaurant. He returned them Doll suit, had dinner in the store, and took the bus bang bang bang back to his cramped and dilapidated rental house.
A hit TV series was playing in the living room, starring Tang Wanwan. Fu Zhen glanced at it casually, and returned to his room in silence.
Tang Wanwan made his debut in the draft. Because of his good luck, good looks, and hard work in the competition, he gained a large number of fans, and was affectionately called "Honey Koi" by the fans.
Fu Zhen was busy shooting his graduation work at that time, and didn't pay much attention to Tang Wanwan. He never thought that this girl would also be his father's illegitimate daughter.
When Fu Jianchen was young, he was unrestrained. He and Fu Ting's mother were married in a business relationship. After marriage, they also played their own ways. He never thought that a single step of care would kill someone when they were playing.
At first, Fu Jianchen didn't want to keep Fu Zhen as a child, but later, for unknown reasons, he still kept Fu Zhen, took him by his side, and cared for him to grow up.
Eighteen years later, Fu Jianchen had another daughter. He did not hesitate to spoil this daughter as the most enviable person in the entertainment industry, and for this daughter, he drove out his youngest son who had been raised for nearly twenty years. out of the house.