Before leaving, Wen Qiao asked, "What major are you studying at Fukai University?"
"Computer Science Department," he said.
After Wen Qiao left, Gu Xiao went into his bedroom. When he opened his cross-body bag, a black wallet fell out of it. Dong Ge, who happened to come over to talk to him about something, picked it up and opened the wallet. There was a photo inside. Gu Xiao snatched it away, closed it, and put it in his bag.
Dong Ge smiled and said, "Is that you?"
Although Gu Xiao was smiling, the smile did not reach his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"You didn't look like you do now."
"I was in a car accident before and had to have plastic surgery on my face."
Dong Ge smiled and said, "Before and now, both are very beautiful, beautiful in different ways, the plastic surgery was quite successful."
I only took a quick glance and didn't see it clearly, but the boy in the photo was indeed very handsome.
Gu Xiao didn't say anything, and Dong Ge continued, "You should settle down for a while, then go to training and review. Are you busy with schoolwork?"
"fine."
"Then I'll arrange a training schedule for you. Don't take it lightly."
"good."
From Fu's house, across the winding mountain road, on a vacant lot by the sea, is the Fu family's private cemetery. In front of the tombstone, Fu Nanli, his mother, and his grandfather stood quietly, holding large black umbrellas.
It is his father’s birthday. If his father were still alive, today would be his 54th birthday.
Ye Minqiu presented a bouquet of flowers, with a slight redness at the corners of her eyes.
The drizzle and the sea breeze were carried under the umbrella eaves. Fu Nanli looked at the photo on the cold stone tablet, and his father smiled at him gently.
His father passed away when he was nine years old. Twenty years have passed so quickly that sometimes, if he doesn't look at photos or videos, he can hardly remember what his father looked like.
He still can't understand why a winner in life like him would choose to commit suicide in the end: his father was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was handsome and talented, his wife was beautiful and capable, his son was cute and well-behaved, and everyone around him flattered him.
Isn’t it good to have a life that everyone envies
Why commit suicide
The rain dripped down the black umbrella brim onto the dazzling green lawn and onto the stone road, dripping.
Fu Huaiyong was not in good health. He was supported by a crutch and had a sad face. He left him alone and early. The greatest pain in the world is to see a young person die before an old person.
He stood there for a while, but couldn't bear to let himself be immersed in this great sorrow, so he turned and walked out along the path in the cemetery.
Ye Minqiu glanced at the person on the tombstone. A look of resentment flashed across his usually cheerful eyes, and then he turned and left the cemetery.
Fu Nanli was the only one left. The wind from the sea was blowing in from all directions. The cemetery seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and everything seemed so hazy and unclear.
At that time, my grandfather asked my father to work in the family business. My father loved music and rebelled against my grandfather in every way. Was it because of these that he chose to commit suicide
So even though he later joined an airline as a pilot, and even though his grandfather opposed him doing those things, he never dared to be too forceful.
He had already lost a son and could not afford to lose a grandson.
He is different from his father. His father is sensitive and fragile. He will not give up his life just because others force him to do something.
The rain soaked into his black suit, and his sadness was lost in the early May rain.
All sadness will disappear with time.
(End of this chapter)