After a night of hangover and a hearty sex, when Fu Jia woke up the next day, he felt sore and weak as if he had been run over by a car wheel.
Lu Qi'an asked him for leave and accompany him to go to work until noon. Fu Jia lay on his stomach and didn't move. He slept in a daze for a few hours before he woke up.
He picked up his mobile phone and found that there were several missed calls from Mr. Tang.
He quickly called and learned from Mr. Tang that after Mr. Liu's speech last night, he was in high spirits and made an appointment to dance with several old colleagues. When he got home, he accidentally fell and broke his hand. .
It's okay for the young man to fall. Mr. Liu is too old to fall easily. Last night, he was rushed to the hospital. He had a plaster cast and a full body check-up along the way.
The doctor kept her in the hospital, and Mr. Liu's family changed. Teacher Tang had to bring Lele and pack things to the hospital to take care of Teacher Liu. In a hurry, he not only called back his son and daughter-in-law from abroad, but also called Fu Jia over.
Fu Jia was worried about Teacher Liu, changed her clothes in a hurry, endured the soreness in her lower body, and drove to the hospital.
When entering the ward, Mrs. Liu reprimanded her husband vigorously: "I'm not going to die, why are you making such a big battle? You have to make the whole world know that I broke my hand while dancing? I don't want face?"
Seeing Fu Jia coming, Teacher Liu got angry, "You still called Fu Jia to come? It's really pissing me off, you can just call your son and daughter-in-law here, what else do you ask Fu Jia to do, I don't have hands or feet? Even if I break a hand, I can tidy up the house!"
Mr. Tang was so frightened by his wife last night that he didn't dare to quarrel with Mr. Liu at all. She said what she said.
Fu Jia sat beside Teacher Liu's bed and persuaded, "You really have to tell me if you have an accident. If you don't tell me, I won't come to take care of you in time, and I will definitely feel guilty afterwards."
Teacher Tang echoed him: "Yes, you think calling the children here is a lot of action, but the children don't think so, if they didn't come to take care of you, they would definitely feel bad about it."
Teacher Liu glared at her husband, unable to lose her temper at Fu Jia, so she said, "You guys, you've lost my face, now even Lele knows that his grandma is so old that she would throw her hands when she went out to dance. fold!"
Fu Jia held back a smile and said, "This shows that you have a young mind."
Teacher Liu snorted heavily, still feeling unable to hang on his face.
Fu Jia sat with Mr. Liu in the ward for half an hour, and was suddenly called by Mr. Tang into the corridor, saying that his son and daughter-in-law rushed back to China overnight and would be at the airport soon, and hoped that Fu Jia could help pick them up at the airport.
Fu Jia nodded, asked Teacher Tang for their information, and drove to the airport to pick them up.
On the way, Fu Jia passed by several flower shops. Taking advantage of the traffic light time, he saw the phone marked at the door of a certain flower shop, and called over to reserve a bunch of carnations.
After arriving at the airport, Fu Jia looked for Teacher Liu's son and daughter-in-law in response to the information given by Teacher Tang. As soon as they met their eyes, they recognized Fu Jia and walked towards him with a smile.
The couple were friendly and enthusiastic. As soon as they got in the car, they said, "When we were making videos with Lele, he often talked about you. Thank you for coming to play with him from time to time."
Fu Jia smiled and said, "Lele is a good boy, adults love to play with him."
Teacher Liu's daughter-in-law covered her mouth and smiled: "It's all well taught by my parents. If it were left in the hands of my father and I, it might be possible to teach some kind of devil king."
Fu Jia pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.
He took the couple to Mr. Liu's ward. In this process, Fu Jia is also gradually moving towards a fact. He realized his position, so when he was about to reach the door of the ward, he who had been leading the way slowed down and trailed behind the couple.
He watched the couple open the door of the ward, and the surprised voices of Teacher Liu and Teacher Tang came from the door.
"Mom and dad, we're back!" Mr. Liu's son opened his arms, hugging his mother first, then his father. The daughter-in-law stood aside and took out the gifts brought by the ocean and hugged Mr. Liu.
"Why are you coming back, is there any problem with work?" Teacher Liu complained, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of joy. She held on to her daughter-in-law's hand, looked at her daughter-in-law, and then at her son, feeling that she couldn't see enough.
"If you have something to do, we have to come back. And it's been a long time since I saw Lele. My husband and I took the opportunity to ask for annual leave. This time we can stay in China for about a week." said the daughter-in-law.
Teacher Liu stared, surprised to the point of being speechless.
"That's great." She looked at her husband and couldn't believe it, "I'll take Lele over later, how happy is he to see his parents?"
Teacher Tang looked at his wife and smiled.
Fu Jia stood outside the door and didn't go in.
A family connected by blood, reunited after a long absence, the atmosphere is harmonious, and the warmth between the laughs and the troubles is not tolerated by outsiders.
Mr. Liu is Fu Jia's teacher and has been a teacher all his life. It is impossible for him to call out the two words of intimacy from his lips—
"Dad, Mom."
Fu Jia turned and left.
If in the next life, he can have a pair of parents who love him, and he hopes they can be like Teacher Liu and Teacher Tang.
He came to the parking lot, got into his car, and a faint daze rose in his heart. He suddenly didn't know where he came from, and he belonged to all parties. The world is vast and may not have his home.
He was stunned for a long time before starting the car and went to the flower shop to pick up the carnations he had ordered earlier.
"Would you like to write a greeting card for parents or teachers?" the clerk asked.
Fu Jia thought about it and said no.
He put the bright red carnations in the car and drove to Lu Qi'an's company.
He had never been to Lu Qi'an's company, and the security guard at the entrance didn't know him either. Holding a bunch of red flowers, he was stopped in the hall by strict access control, attracting the attention of many people. Fu Jia didn't retreat or retreat. He could only stand awkwardly and call Lu Qi'an.
A minute later, Lu Qi'an went downstairs.
He has a neat suit and walks with wind, which is far more attractive than Fu Jia, who is holding flowers.
He stood in front of Fu Jia and asked, "Why did you come suddenly?"
Fu Jia blinked his sour eyes and put the carnation into his arms: "Come and send you flowers."
Lu Qi'an recognized Carnation and knew that something was wrong, so he reached out and grabbed his wrist and carefully observed his eyes: "I'll take you to my office."
"I'm not going." Fu Jia shook his head, "I'll send you some flowers. I'll have something else to do in a while."
Lu Qi'an didn't let go.
Fu Jia's eyes became more and more sore, and she couldn't help rubbing it with her hands. He really wanted to lean into Lu Qi'an's arms, he knew that this might be his final destination.
Lu Qi'an sighed softly and said, "I'll take you into the car."
Fu Jia hummed and did not refuse.
When they arrived at the parking lot, Lu Qi'an did not leave immediately, but held Fu Jia patiently and asked, "What happened?"
Fu Jia was ashamed to speak his mind. Because he is coveting other people's parents, coveting a family relationship that does not belong to him. But he didn't want to hide what was on his mind and didn't tell Lu Qi'an, he hesitated for a long time, and intermittently talked about Teacher Liu and her son and daughter-in-law.
Fu Jia looked at the carnations with pity in his eyes: "I can't send this bunch of flowers."
He has no destination, so all his thoughts will eventually become a bunch of carnations that can't be sent
Lu Qi'an held the bouquet tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"I'll take you somewhere," he said.
Lu Qi'an drove his own car and drove Fu Jia all the way to the suburbs. He didn't say where he was going, and Fu Jia couldn't guess where he was going.
But Fu Jia didn't ask, because it was a good thing for him to follow Lu Qi'an without asking where he was going.
An hour later, they arrived at the cemetery.
Today is not Qingming Festival, not even a holiday, the cemetery is lonely and clean, and there is no one else except them.
Lu Qi'an walked calmly ahead, passing through the tombstones, and came to Qi Bing's tomb. He handed the carnation to Fu Jia and said, "Jiajia, I won't be unable to send it out. My mother will like this bouquet of flowers."
Fu Jia's hands were trembling, and after gasping for a while, she solemnly took the carnation and placed it in front of Qi Bing's tomb.
The tombstone is inlaid with a photo of Qi Bing. She smiled softly, and Lu Qi'an could be seen in her eyes. Although the temperament of the mother and son is completely different, in the bottom of their eyes, there is a touch of similar warmth after all.
Lu Qi'an said, "If my mother was still here, she would definitely like you."
Fu Jia choked up and laughed, and asked, "How can you be sure?"
Lu Qi'an replied, "Because I like you, Aunt Liu said that I am very similar to her."
Fu Jia covered her eyes and frowned, trying her best to hold back her tears.
In front of Lu Qi'an's mother, he should be smiling.
"Come and give her flowers every year from now on, Jiajia." Lu Qi'an said.
"I will always be yours, and I will always be by your side, blend into your life, and become one with you. If you don't, I will teach you slowly. When you encounter difficulties, I will stand by you. Support you by your side. I'll keep our room bright and dry forever, and I'll take you to a sunny place when the weather is nice. I'll celebrate your birthday every year, and compliment you on being one year older, and I'll Let you see me at the first sight every day when you wake up, and be with you before you fall asleep. You can play tricks with me, or you can be willful, no matter what you want, I will satisfy you. I will not leave you alone, As long as I live, I will be by your side."
Lu Qi'an's words were not interrupted. He thought about these words for a long time, and one day he will say it to Fu Jia.
Fu Jia hid his face in his palms and cried silently.
Lu Qi'an embraced Fu Jia, as if to keep him in his heart and protect him for the rest of his life. "When you cry, you can't make a sound. Don't be like this, Jiajia, just cry if you want to."
Fu Jia embedded himself in Lu Qi'an's arms, and tightened the clothes on his chest. First, he whimpered softly, then slowly let out a loud cry.
He cried like a newborn baby.
For ten and seven years, he has not cried aloud. He couldn't remember the last time he cried like this. He often cried at night, but no matter how hoarse he was, he remembered to keep his throat down.
He didn't know that when he was lying in his mother's arms when he was born, his arms were not comparable to the current Lu Qi'an.
Lu Qi'an kissed the top of Fu Jia's hair and promised, "I will be your lover and relative, and we will be together year after year."
Love makes people fearless, love makes people come back to life.
He said, "Go home."
So Fu Jia knew that the wandering people will eventually have a destination.
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It's over! Thank you for your company along the way~
There are a few chapters less than expected, because they didn't have to toss at all, only the sweet and greasy part was left. I was afraid that it was too greasy, so I stopped at the place I liked~
I sorted out a txt on the biscuits I bought on Weibo @September, which is no different from the serialized ones, but I just picked up a rough typo and language errors.
I haven't thought about what to write in the extra section. If you have any ideas, you can tell me.
Say goodbye to Qi'an Jiajia~
A little thing or two
The first thing is about quitting smoking.
Fu Jia promised Lu Qi'an to quit smoking.
But if you want to quit smoking after seven years of smoking, you can't do it with words.
When staying with Lu Qi'an, Fu Jia would not want to smoke, not even for a second. Once Lu Qi'an separated from him, the habit that had been cultivated for seven years would be revived. Often when Fu Jia was concentrating on his work, he suddenly found that he had habitually reached out to the cigarette case.
In order to get two from time to time, he developed a "smoke secretly" plan. Because he only wanted to smoke when Lu Qi'an was away, if he did a good job of keeping secrets, there would be no risk of being discovered.
He always keeps several sets of clothes in the office. He pays attention to avoiding other colleagues when smoking, and remembers to change to a set of clothes that does not smell of smoke when he gets off work. The whole plan is seamless and flawless.
In this way, he smoked cigarettes for a week without incident, and in just one week, he was discovered by Lu Qi'an.
Fu Jia almost knelt down for him.
Is he a god, how does he know everything
"This week, you change your clothes frequently every day." Lu Qi'an explained, "Usually, this is a sign of an affair."
Fu Jia was taken aback and swore to the sky, "I'm not having an affair."
"I know you don't." Lu Qi'an took his hand down. "You should have done something wrong. I asked about the cigarette and you recognized it."
Fu Jia suddenly realized, turned over all the cigarettes he had hidden, and said, "Don't be angry, I will never secretly smoke again, I can write you a letter of guarantee."
This trick is still learned from Gao Xing. In his mouth, writing a guarantee letter, emptying the shopping cart, sleeping on the floor and calling it "three magic weapons to coax my wife".
Lu Qi'an was noncommittal about this, his face was indifferent, and it seemed that everything was normal. But Fu Jia knew his temper well, so he got a pen and paper and drafted a letter of guarantee—
"I, Fu Jia, promised to stop smoking a cigarette from now on. If there is a violation, I will be punished..."
What the hell is going on, is it struck by lightning
Now elementary school students don't write guarantees like this.
Lu Qi'an took the pen out of Fu Jia's hand. The last stroke of the word "打" is slanted out, and the first few words are crossed out.
He said, "You don't have to quit smoking, just smoke if you want, and smoke in front of me."
"Huh?" Fu Jia didn't understand.
Soon, Lu Qi'an made Fu Jia understand. Not only did he allow Fu Jia to smoke, but he always chose inappropriate times, such as before going to work or before dinner, personally lit a cigarette and handed it to Fu Jia, watching him finish smoking before letting him do other things.
In this regard, smoking became Fu Jia's burden and pain. Whenever he saw the cigarette case, he would think of the second-hand and third-hand cigarettes that Lu Qi'an smoked with him, and the seemingly plain eyes he looked at in the smoke. Gradually, the cravings subsided.
Years later, whenever Fu Jia mentioned his smoking cessation experience, he would applaud Lu Qi'an.
He would never know that although he secretly smoked gave Lu Qi'an a headache, his frequent change of clothes for a week in a row troubled Lu Qi'an even more.
On the first day that Fu Jia changed clothes because of smoking, Lu Qi'an checked the information and found that "frequently changing clothes" was one of the characteristics of cheating.
That evening, the dark side of Lu Qi'an's heart was revealed. He stood in front of the study window and thought a lot.
He thought that if Fu Jia cheated, he might not let go.
He may take action to get rid of Fu Jia's lover, keep Fu Jia tough, and never let him go for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, everything is fine.
The second thing, about love letters.
One day, Fu Jia dug out a few pink love letters from home. These things were not his, but Lu Qi'an's.
Fu Jia was furious.
He didn't deliberately flip over Lu Qi'an's things. Although he really wanted to turn Lu Qi'an's study upside down, he kept himself under control. The love letters were dug out from the common bedside table, and they lay openly on Fu Jia's clutter, indicating that it might have been read by Lu Qi'an last night.
Fu Jia was so angry that her face was crooked, she sat down beside the bed, tore open the envelopes and read them one by one.
The love letter is a few years old. The edges of the paper are slightly yellowed, but there are no ugly folds. Obviously, Lu Qi'an took good care of it. Fu Jia got it in his hand for no more than a minute, and then he was stunned.
The letter begins with this:
"Lu Qi'an: How are you? Warm regards to you."
Fu Jia let out a laugh, secretly despising the poor handwriting of the author of the love letter.
He continued to look down: "... When I wrote these words, my heart was burning like it was on fire, and my love for you was so unbearable that it tortured me like torture, but like a Being in heaven generally fascinates me."
Fu Jia shook his hand and almost tore the paper. He felt nauseous, disgusted, and even more angry. What kind of daring bastard was he who wrote a love letter to Lu Qi'an, yet still wrote it so sour
Fu Jia resisted the urge to tear the paper and read on—
"I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. I wish you happiness."
Fu Jia was stunned.
Only then did he turn around to look at what he had overlooked on the envelope. A small letter of chi was written in the corner, and it was still clear after so many years.
The memory of the past swept Fu Jia like a flood. He remembered the childishness and stupidity of the past, and his face was flushed with shame.
How could he write such a love letter in the past, is he an idiot
Like avoiding the plague, Fu Jia sent all these love letters into the paper shredder in the study.
When Lu Qi'an came back in the evening, he discovered Fu Jia's evil deeds as soon as he entered the study, and asked, "Where's my love letter?"
Thinking of these love letters being read by Lu Qi'an for ten or eight years, and almost another ten or eight years, Fu Jia was so ashamed that he almost went crazy, and wished he could go back and strangle himself.
"It's all thrown away," he said.
Lu Qi'an's face was cold, as if angry.
"Oh..." Fu Jia hurriedly coaxed, "This is too ugly to write. At that time, I wasn't sensible."
"Write it to me again." Lu Qi'an said.
"What?" Fu Jia thought she had heard it wrong.
"It needs to be exactly the same, without a single punctuation mark."
Fu Jia collapsed. What's the difference between writing another one and killing him? Who will bring back the black history that has been destroyed
"No..." he said. "I don't even remember what I wrote before."
Lu Qi'an said, "I remember, I dictate, you write."
Fu Jia was stunned.
Lu Qi'an did what he said, he had ready-made envelopes and letter paper in his study, just took it out and used it. He stood at the table, staring at Fu Jia as he unfolded the letter, and then at him picking up the pen.
"Lu Qi'an, how are you? Greetings from the bottom of my heart." He read the beginning of the love letter expressionlessly.
Fu Jia's face turned red, and she was going through a huge psychological test. If he could really travel back, he would definitely interrupt his hand severely and send him back to primary school to read Chinese again.
The sentence was shameful, but Lu Qi'an was not ashamed at all when he read it, as if he was doing a work report, until the last sentence, his tone changed.
"... miss you, miss you, miss you. I wish you a happy day, Fu Jia."
This sentence was written by Fu Jia, but it was read out by Lu Qi'an, as if he was pouring out his thoughts to Fu Jia.
Fu Jia put down the pen and couldn't write anymore: "I didn't hear it clearly, please say it again."
Lu Qi'an repeated it.
Fu Jia smiled and continued to be rude: "Say it again."
Lu Qi'an also had a smile in his eyes. He leaned over and kissed Fu Jia, and said, "I miss you, I miss you, I miss you."
wish you happy.
Fu Jia.