Silence is better than a thousand words.
After dinner, the servants cleared the table, and Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli walked along the beach. Whenever they turned to look at him, they could see that his eyes were gloomy, and his whole body exuded a coldness that made people dare not approach him, as if they were back in the Arctic winter in a second.
Fu Nanli rarely behaves like this, maybe something really happened to him.
The island where they lived was also owned by the Fu family. None of the hotels on the island were separate villas. The sea villa where they lived had floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides and glass above their heads, so they could see the stars. The windows were not closed and the smell of the sea seemed to fill their noses. On the huge bed, Wen Qiao nestled in Fu Nanli's arms and looked at the stars.
No sleep at all.
"Who did you see today?" She couldn't help but ask.
After a long silence, in the dim space, she heard Fu Nanlizhi sigh softly: "Maybe I saw it wrong, it's unlikely to be him."
Wen Qiao jumped up: "So who is it? Could it be an ex-girlfriend or something?"
She was joking on purpose to cheer him up, because she knew that Fu Nanli only had her as his girlfriend.
In the past, Fu Nanli would have punished her in his own way and let her know the consequences of being naughty.
But this time, he didn't. He just hugged her tightly. The helplessness and confusion in his voice made her very puzzled: "It's someone who left me a long time ago. He is no longer in this world. I must have seen it wrongly. I must have seen it wrongly."
Although he didn't say it explicitly, Wen Qiao suddenly seemed to think, could it be his father
Fu Nanli is such a cold-hearted person that it is impossible for others to easily involve his emotions. It can only be those close to him, that is, his parents, grandparents and her.
He said that he had been gone for a long time and was no longer in this world, and only his father was left there.
Did he see his father
So I must have seen it wrong.
"Then don't think too much about it. Let's go to sleep. Shall we go deep-sea fishing tomorrow? Or diving?"
"Well, let's talk about it tomorrow. Go to bed."
Late at night, Wen Qiao woke up suddenly. Perhaps because there was an empty space next to her, she couldn't sleep well. The light was dim. She adjusted herself to it and looked around. She didn't see Fu Nanli in the bedroom, so she got up from the bed, walked barefoot on the wooden floor, and saw a figure sitting outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
The single-family bamboo house was built on the sea, with the sea just outside the balcony. When the moonlight fell, the sea surface flashed with a cold light, which reflected on his profile, making his outline appear deeper, and his loneliness also appear deeper.
He sat there, and she stood behind him, watching him, not disturbing him, just accompanying him quietly.
Fu Nanli sat there for two hours like a statue. Wen Qiao yawned, and he stood up and turned around. Seeing her sitting on the floor, he bent down and pulled her hand: "Why don't you sleep?"
"I can't sleep without you around." It was rare for her to act coquettishly.
Fu Nanli picked him up and put him on the bed, muttering in a low voice: "I seemed to see my father."
He finally said it.
Wen Qiao placed his hand gently on his chest and hummed.
"It should be just someone who looks a bit like him."
"Um."
"Otherwise, if he hadn't died, how could he not come back after all these years, right?"
He asked this, as if to convince her, or as if to convince himself.
(End of this chapter)