Fu Jia was so tormented that he couldn't squeeze out a smile, so he bent down to pick up Lele, lowered his head and helped him adjust his sun hat to hide his expression.
Lele's sun hat was neatly worn, and Fu Jia took off the buckle and put it on again.
He didn't speak, and Lu Qi'an was also silent. Gao Xing felt that the atmosphere was wrong, so he reached out to Fu Jia and wanted to hug Lele: "Fu Jia, I think Mr. Lu has something to tell you, why don't you leave Lele to me and my wife to take care of you first? It's better to speak alone."
"No." The sun was shining brightly, but the blood in Fu Jia's body cooled from head to sole. His lips were pale and his head hung down, "The sun is too hot, Lele is a little uncomfortable, I want to take him back first. Gao Xing, and Mr. Lu... I'm sorry, I'll visit you next time."
He took a deep breath, wanted to look directly at Lu Qi'an, wanted to talk to him in an upright manner, but couldn't.
The calmer Lu Qi'an was, the less calm he became. He wanted to slap himself to dispel those crazy thoughts in his mind and turn himself back into a normal adult man, instead of being unable to lift his head in front of Lu Qi'an.
Why not give him some buffer time
If their meeting was not initiated by Lu Qi'an, but Fu Jia first learned the news of Lu Qi'an's return to China, and then Fu Jia found him after tossing and turning, then Fu Jia would get used to it and get used to it.
"Hey..." Gao Xing was a little anxious, "Fu Jia, didn't we agree to have dinner together at noon? How long have we been in the park? If you don't want to go shopping, let's find a place to sit first."
Fu Jia shook his head and insisted on leaving.
Under the bright sun, Fu Jia was not the only one who looked pale. Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'll take you back."
Gao Xing was stunned.
Fu Jia was also stunned, but still shook his head: "I drive the car myself, so I won't bother Mr. Lu."
Lu Qi'an didn't seem to understand the rejection in his words, and said, "Then I'll take you to the parking lot."
no need.
Fu Jia opened his mouth and couldn't say these three words, so he changed his mouth and said, "Okay."
Rejecting Lu Qi'an once was his limit.
He walked forward, Lu Qi'an followed him, and the two were separated by a person's distance. Gao Xing stayed where he was with his wife and daughter, and soon Fu Jia could no longer see them.
He was still holding Lele in his arms, but Lele was just a child and couldn't dilute Lu Qi'an's sense of existence. He was short of breath, hesitant in his steps, physically and mentally tense.
He didn't really want Lu Qi'an to take him to the parking lot, he didn't want Lu Qi'an to see his second-hand Santana.
"Just here." He stopped and said, "It's a hot day, I'm sorry to bother you."
Fu Jia still didn't want to look at Lu Qi'an.
Lu Qi'an clenched his hands hanging by his side, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm just sending you off, can't I?"
Fu Jia's breathing stagnated and she was a little lost.
Is this the tone that Lu Qi'an should have? … I can’t hide my loss and bitterness even though I can’t bear it in every possible way. Looking further down, it seems to have the meaning of request.
Fu Jia gritted his teeth, his voice trembling: "It's not impossible, as long as you want."
They kept walking until Fu Jia stood in front of his used Santana.
He also doesn't know how he endured his inferiority complex and opened the car door. He carried Lele to the safety seat in the back seat, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't buckle the seat belt for a long time.
Lele waited quietly for a while, then suddenly stretched out her little hand and fastened the buckle by herself.
Fu Jia touched his cheek and whispered thank you.
He closed the rear door, walked outside the driver's seat, and said, "Mr. Lu, I'll go first."
He raised his hand to open the driver's door, but Lu Qi'an suddenly grabbed his other wrist tightly.
Fu Jia raised her head in surprise and bumped into Lu Qi'an's eyes.
He frowned slightly and stared at Fu Jia tightly, with a bloodshot red in his eyes, like a fire.
"I came to see you rashly without making an agreement with you in advance, sorry, next time I will ask for your permission in advance, don't be afraid of me, don't hide from me, if I do something wrong, tell me, I will promptly correct."
His eyes were fierce, and he wanted to eat Fu Jia in one bite, but his words were extremely gentle, as if Fu Jia was an amazing baby, it would shatter when touched, and he must be treated with caution.
Seven years ago, he couldn't hug Fu Jia, and seven years later, he was not willing to hug him casually.
Lu Qi'an endured it for seven years.
No matter how good at forbearance, the person who endures these seven years will torture himself into a lunatic. He couldn't stand the longing countless times, wanted to see Fu Jia, and endured it countless times. His feelings have been suppressed for a long time, and he has accumulated too many negative emotions. Every time he foresees the scene of reuniting with Fu Jia in his dreams, he is very tyrannical and rude, as if he will crush Fu Jia into his body. in the blood.
He had to make a cage and lock himself in it.
He didn't have the key, the key was in Fu Jia's hands.
"I'll see you again tomorrow." He let go of his hand, and his fingertips lingered across the back of Fu Jia's hand, bringing up a string of numbness that lingered for a long time.
Fu Jia stared at him blankly.
A few seconds later, he suddenly reacted and got into the driver's seat as if running for his life, while panting rapidly, he started the car in a hurry.
A second-hand Santana lurches out of the park parking lot.
Knowing that she couldn't drive in her state, Fu Jia hurriedly stepped on the brakes and parked on the side of the road outside the park.
The wrist that Lu Qi'an held was hot and painful. Fu Jia covered it with his hand, and the hot temperature spread all over his body.
He screamed in pain, feeling like he was about to be melted by the heat.
"Uncle Fu, what's the matter with you?" Lele's tender voice came from the back seat.
"I'm fine..." Fu Jia was sweating profusely and kept repeating, "I'm fine, I'm fine..."
It turned out that he hadn't forgotten.
Don't forget the scorching heat of your body.
Don't forget that there is still a fire in his heart.
The next day was Monday. Fu Jia stayed up all night and stayed up until the early morning, taking care of Lele first, sending him to kindergarten, and then going to work in the company.
As soon as he entered the building, Fu Jia found that he had become the focus of his colleagues in the company. Whether they were acquaintances or in different departments, those who had never said a word would show him a kind smile, and when passing by him Shake his coffee and say, "Thank you."
Fu Jia was at a loss. After arriving at his department, he did not go to his desk, but went to Gao Xing first.
Sure enough, his colleagues in his department also smiled and thanked him. Gao Xing was the most exaggerated, and put the coffee cup in front of him to show him the logo.
"What?" Fu Jiabai was puzzled.
Gao Xing picked up the coffee and said with a smile: "Someone sent coffee to the whole company in your name, and also invited the company employees to have lunch in Mingyue Songjian in your name. It is Mingyue Songjian. It is said that appointments are scheduled until next year. Well, the last time I tried to book a two-person seat for me and my wife, I couldn't."
Mingyue Songjian is a well-known Chinese restaurant in the city. It is located in an exquisite private garden in the south of the Yangtze River. It is positioned as a high-end restaurant. Fu Jia has heard of it from customers, but only heard of it.
His first reaction was to make a mistake, saying, "Impossible, there must be a mistake."
"Look at your desk, it's just yours, didn't you notice it?" Gao Xing said.
Fu Jia walked to his desk, only to realize that it was indeed different. All colleagues' coffees are brown paper cups, only his is white.
That's right, everyone's coffee, only his is steaming sweet milk.
When he chased after Lu Qi'an, he also gave him milk for a week.
Fu Jia stood at the table, staring at the glass of milk as if it were some kind of beast.
No way
No way!
Fu Jia ran into the bathroom and frantically poured cold water on his face, his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.
He took out his mobile phone, hesitating whether to call Lu Qi'an to confirm the matter, his fingers trembled, and the number that came out was Lu Qi'an seven years ago.
He was stunned for a while, put the phone back in his pocket, and decided to leave it alone.
He went back to his desk and drank the glass of milk.
At noon, the company all set off to Mingyue Songjian with great vigour and vigour. Several colleagues warmly invited Fu Jia to take his ride. Fu Jia wanted to refuse, but then he thought that it was a high-end restaurant, and it was not easy to drive a broken car to be ashamed, so he took Gao Xing's car.
"I thought Mr. Lu would come to pick you up." Gao Xing said teasingly in the car.
Fu Jiashang was in a state of not returning to his senses, and asked him doubtfully, "How are you sure it is him?"
Gao Xing burst into laughter: "Oh, Fu Jia, don't play stupid, who else is there besides Mr. Lu?"
Fu Jia leaned on the back of the chair, her thoughts were confused, and she still had a bit of unbelief in her heart.
After arriving in the Mingyue Pine Room, entering the garden is the pavilion and waterside pavilion, and the curved corridor is built with bamboo. The scenery twists and turns, and the eyes are full of the beauty of classical gardens. There were no other guests in the park, only Fu Jia's company and his colleagues. The colleagues were taken to the main hall by the waiter. Fu Jia originally followed them, but was stopped by another waiter and took them to the remote bamboo forest path next to them: "Mr. Fu, please come this way."
Fu Jia daringly followed him, and all the way, she was backed down.
After bypassing another courtyard, Fu Jia walked into a wooden building. The waiter pushed open the carved door and invited him in.
Lu Qi'an was waiting for him inside.
The indoor windows were wide open, bringing all the scenery of the courtyard into the room. Lu Qi'an was looking out the window, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked towards Fu Jia.
With just one glance, Fu Jia couldn't see any scenery in his eyes.
He walked in hand in hand and sat opposite him.
"I don't know if your taste has changed over the years. I asked the chef to cook the dishes that Aunt Miao and Aunt Sun often cooked for you." Lu Qi'an said.
Fu Jia looked down at his fingers, didn't know what to say, just hummed vaguely.
In him, there is no such thing as taste at all. He eats what he is serving, as long as it is not spoiled, he can eat it. But in the past seven years, he has cooked for himself from time to time, and his taste is indeed biased towards the two aunts who took care of him back then.
"Why do you do this?" Fu Jia asked.
Lu Qi'an didn't answer, but instead asked him, "What do you think I'm doing?"
Fu Jia smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Similar to... Doing charity? It's like you used to fund a poor student, but the support was cut off in the middle. After many years, you can't bear it, and you want to know if this person is doing well... "
Lu Qi'an's hands hidden under the table were tightly clasped together, his knuckles twisted.
His tone was flat, and he continued to ask: "And, what other metaphors can you come up with?"
Fu Jia looked into his eyes. He wanted to talk about a pet cat and dog again, but his throat was tight and he couldn't speak.
"I'm after you, Fu Jia." Lu Qi'an sighed softly, "I want to start over with you."