Fu Shitian didn't bother with Fu Siyu. He just forced a smile and went out with the bowl.
At about 3:00 in the morning, she had another nightmare. She dreamed that her mother coaxed her like she did in the past, saying, "Come on, wait for me here for a while, I'll buy you a small cake." She hugged her mother's thighs and cried heartbreakingly, not wanting her to leave, but her mother disappeared in a flash. She cried and chased, and somehow, the scene changed, and she fell into her grandmother's hands. Grandma yelled at her with a stern face: "From today on, you don't have a mother, you only have a father, do you understand?!" She didn't respond, so her grandmother beat her with bamboo strips. She didn't dare to run or cry. But it hurt too much, she shivered and woke up.
I couldn't quite tell whether it was a dream or reality. Then I heard some noise outside the house. It was Fu Jiantao and Wang Meifen coming back.
Wang Meifen vaguely said, "When you go back this time, you must ask your mother to notarize her will."
"Is it appropriate to talk about this during the New Year? This is not popular in our countryside. Who would do this?" Fu Jiantao was not very happy.
"What's inappropriate about it? It's been dragged on for so many years, and words are not enough! She agreed that we would let her granddaughter settle down and go to school. She left the ancestral home, private land and population fields to us. Look at how old Tiantian is now, and she wants to get something for nothing." Wang Meifen's voice became louder and louder, and Fu Shitian gradually woke up.
Fu Jiantao said to Wang Meifen: "Why are you saying such harsh words? Tiantian is also my niece, even if..."
"What are you?!"
Fu Shitian turned over, covered her ears with a pillow, and tried to hypnotize herself that she could not hear the conversation outside. After an unknown amount of time, she finally could not hear anything.
The next afternoon, before dark, the four of them took a bus back to their hometown in the small town. Carrying large and small bags, they walked into the village from the entrance, and from time to time they met people they knew and greeted Fu Jiantao. A few steps away, they arrived at the door of their home. An old man from a neighbor's house came out pushing a tricycle and greeted them when he saw them: "Hey, you're back for the New Year."
Fu Jiantao smiled and said, "Yes."
"Your daughter is so big now." The old man chatted, "Come to think of it, your brother has been away for more than ten years."
These same old stories are repeated several times every year, and Fu Shitian and the others are used to it. "Oh, yes, it's been 13 or 14 years." They said to the public that Fu Jianze went abroad and became an illegal. If you tell a lie a hundred times, even you will think it's true.
"Persuade him, there is no end to making money, and he will get it back soon. Look, your daughter is already grown up, it's time for her to enjoy her life."
Fu Jiantao agreed, and an old voice sounded, "You're back. What are you doing standing at the door?" An old woman with a big broom and neatly combed short hair appeared at the gate.
Fu Jiantao happily called out "Mom" and walked forward. Wang Meifen, Fu Siyu and Fu Shitian also politely called out to them.
There were chickens, ducks and vegetables in the yard. The old lady put down her broom and went into the house to greet each other. As they talked, the old lady seemed a little happy, but she never looked at Fu Shitian. Fu Shitian knew that her grandmother didn't like her, so she tried not to get close to her.
There was no internet in my hometown, and the temperature was freezing at night. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms early to warm up. Unable to sleep, Fu Shitian suddenly heard Fu Siyu ask her: "Does your mother look like you?"
Fu Shitian was stunned for a moment, and sketched out his mother's appearance in his mind, "No, she is prettier than me."
"No wonder." Fu Siyu smacked his lips.
"What's the matter?"
"No wonder your dad, who had a promising future as a college student, chose to be with her instead of continuing his studies. Tsk tsk, he was willing to risk his life for her."
Fu Shitian smiled faintly, but after smiling, he gradually felt a sigh.
In previous years, he would stay in his hometown until the third day of the first lunar month and then return to the city. This year, Wang Meifen persuaded Fu Jiantao and got a satisfactory answer from the old man. He was so happy that he stayed for another two days and returned to the city on the fifth day.
On the way back to the city on the fifth day of the New Year, Fu Siyu was as happy as a bird released from a cage, and Fu Sitian didn't show it on the surface, but her tense nerves also relaxed. No matter how careful she was, she still received some harsh words from her grandmother these days.
They had just returned home, and Fu Shitian was still dusting the bed when they heard Fu Siyu screaming on the balcony: "Wow, is this hail?! It's hailing!"
Fu Siyu turned around curiously and looked out the window. It was sunny and windy outside, but there was something falling down. A hailstone hit the window sill. It was crystal clear, irregular, and very big. It scared Fu Sitian. Fu Sitian grew up in the south for many years. Not to mention that he had never seen snow, this kind of hail was the first time he had seen it.
She was very curious, so she grabbed her phone and recorded the video outside the window for seven or eight seconds, then shared it with Shi Yi via QQ, "Shi Yi, it's hailing in Ningcheng."
They haven't been in touch for several days since she sent a text message to Shi Yi to wish her a happy New Year during the Spring Festival.
Shi Yi replied after a minute: "What a huge hail."
"Is it raining in Shencheng too?"
Fu Shitian's eyes were full of ripples, and she immediately replied, "Probably not." After realizing it belatedly, she asked, "Aren't you in Shencheng?"
"No, I'm still in Japan."
Fu Shitian took two seconds to react and asked in a panic, "Were you already in Japan when I called you that day?"
"Um."
"Does it cost money to answer the phone?"
Shi Yi did not deny it, but just said: "It's okay, I have a roaming package." She changed the subject and sent a photo. The photo seemed to be taken casually. It was an open notebook with various long, square and round stamps on it.
Shi Yi asked her: "Which chapter is good?"
They were all very pretty, and Fu Shitian had a hard time choosing, so he reluctantly picked out the three that he thought were the best looking. Shi Yi said, "I'm at a stationery store." She sent another picture of a window displaying a variety of beautiful notebooks. "Which one is the best looking?"
Fu Shitian's mouth corners were about to rise to her ears, and she had the illusion that she was shopping with Shi Yi remotely. Every time Shi Yi sent her a photo, she would carefully help Shi Yi refer to it and reply later.
Shi Yi shopped for a while and had to change shops. Fu Shitian also had to prepare dinner, so he had to end the conversation reluctantly.
After this chat, Shi Yi didn't make any contact for many days. Fu Shitian felt embarrassed to contact her too often, so he had to refresh her signature and Weibo every day, hoping that she would update it on a whim one day.
But Shi Yi was very ruthless and as still as a mountain.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is both the Lantern Festival and Valentine's Day. Senior high school students have already started classes early, and Fu Shitian still has two days off. In the afternoon, Fu Siyu sent her a text message, saying that the logistics of her shopping showed that the express delivery had arrived. The name and phone number were both Fu Shitian's, so Fu Shitian received the text message and went to pick it up.
Fu Shitian received a logistics message in the evening. After cooking, she went out and reported her name to the express delivery point. The courier stuffed a soft packaging bag and a cardboard box into her hand. Fu Shitian didn't think much about it, took the two express deliveries home, and put them in Fu Siyu's room intact.
In the evening, Fu Siyu came back from get out of class. The four of them finished their Lantern Festival reunion dinner. Fu Siyu went back to his room, while Fu Shitian and Wang Meifen cleaned up the dishes.
"What's in this box?" Fu Siyu's voice came from between two doors.
Fu Shitian replied: "I don't know, it's your courier."
"It's not mine!" Fu Siyu shouted.
Wang Meifen sent Fu Shitian away: "Go and take a look at her."
"Okay." Fu Shitian washed his hands and went out of the kitchen to find Fu Siyu. Fu Siyu was sitting by the bed, and at her feet was the cardboard box that Fu Shitian brought back.
When Fu Shitian walked in, he saw that one of the soft-packaged parcels had been opened by Fu Siyu. It should be the spring jacket that was spread out on her bed.
"I only bought clothes. This was not bought by me." Fu Siyu said with certainty.
"I went over and reported the information, and the courier gave both of them to me directly." Fu Shitian squatted down to confirm the information.
"It is indeed your name and number." Fu Siyu had checked it. "Did you buy it yourself?"
“I haven’t bought anything.”
"That's what someone else bought for you." Fu Siyu suddenly had an idea, "Today is not only the Lantern Festival, but also Valentine's Day!"
Fu Shitian was amused. She didn't know where Fu Siyu got the idea from. He always suspected that she was in love. She was about to deny it, but Fu Siyu said, "It seems to be sent directly from Japan."
Japan? Fu Shitian's denial suddenly froze. Was it her? She looked down at the box, still hesitating, but the curve of her lips had already betrayed her.
"Really?" Fu Siyu raised his eyebrows.
"It might be sent by my friend." Fu Shitian's tone softened, and he picked up the cardboard box and was about to run away impatiently: "I'll take it back and open it to have a look."
"Tear it down right here! Or do you have something shameful to show?" Fu Siyu pressed the cardboard box.
Fu Shitian and her were in a stalemate for two seconds, then he compromised and opened the package on the spot.
The cardboard box was not big, but it contained quite a lot of things. The top layer contained light puffed food, all written in Japanese, the middle layer contained boxes of chocolate, candy and cakes, in the corners there was a lipstick and facial cleanser, and at the bottom was a delicately packaged gift box.
When the gift box was opened, the first thing that caught my eye was the fresh, bright, and high-end color scheme. A little rabbit in a kimono sat on a grass-colored desk calendar. Next to the calendar were several postcards with stamps. Fu Shitian recognized them at a glance. The stamps were the ones she had chosen when Shi Yi asked her which one looked good that day.
In the box, there are also pens, notebooks, ink, and notes that she selected... all of these bits and pieces contain her crazy excitement.
Fu Shitian felt like something was about to overflow.
Fu Siyu was amazed in his heart. Seeing Fu Sitian's tender and happy look, he sneered and picked up the wool felt nonchalantly to look at it: "She is quite capable."
Fu Shitian's eyes followed Fu Siyu's movements, his face full of nervousness and heartache.
Fu Siyu felt bored, threw down the wool felt and urged: "If it's yours, take it away. You're wasting so much of my time. It's so annoying."
Fu Shitian was as if he had been pardoned. He was unwilling to go through the process and let Fu Siyu choose first. He just picked up the box and ran away.
At the moment when the door was about to close, Fu Siyu suddenly said, "Don't kill anyone."
Before Fu Shitian could ask her "what?", the door had already closed due to inertia.
Fu Shitian didn't think too much about it. She returned to her room, took out the things in the cardboard box one by one, and carefully placed them on the bed, unable to let go. She felt as if she was floating in a cloud made of cotton candy, but it was too high, and her rationality made her feel uneasy.
She bit her lip and sent a message to Shi Yi: "Shi Yi, is this the express you sent to me?"
Shi Yi seemed not to have seen the message and did not reply to her for a long time.
Joy still overwhelmed everything. Fu Shitian fiddled with these objects and took photo after photo with his mobile phone.
She pressed the shutter button again, and the screen froze for two seconds. Shi Yi's name appeared on her screen without any warning.
Shi Yi called directly.
The author has something to say: Shi Yi: It’s mine, please help me forward it.
Fu Xiaotuji:? …
Cardiac arrest, gray and cold
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