Servants come in to clean every day, and the place is still the same as it was many years ago, without any changes. There are many sheet music on the huge bookcase, a violin is placed in the window display, and various trophies are placed next to it.
He reached out and opened the cabinet door, then gently plucked the strings of the guitar. The strings had been loose because they had not been calibrated for many years and no sound could be produced.
He stood quietly.
When he was nine years old, he suddenly lost his father.
He died in July. His mother first sent him to his grandfather's house outside Shaocheng, fearing that he would be reminded of his grandfather by the things he saw in the main house of the Fu family. He spent the darkest summer vacation of his life in Shaocheng.
Everyone in my grandfather's family was very worried about him, and everyone was taking good care of his emotions.
However, at the end of August, he fell seriously ill. He had a high fever that wouldn't go away, talked nonsense day and night, and had difficulty drinking tea. His grandparents were terrified and invited many famous doctors to their house to treat him. Finally, he was cured.
In October, his mother sent him to study in the UK. Fu Cheng and He Jun went together. His grandmother was worried, and as an old lady who didn't understand English, she insisted on going to a foreign country to take care of him. She stayed there for a few years until he went to high school and gradually came out of the shadow of his father's death. Only then did she feel at ease to return to Shaocheng.
Everything here is still the same: the sofa, the desk, the books and pen holder on it, the oil paintings on the wall, the chandelier above, the carpet underfoot, and the Clivia growing on the windowsill.
But there was no longer that gentle and easy-going man standing on the windowsill, waving at him with a smile.
Until he met Wen Qiao, he thought he was special. He thought Wen Qiao could only rely on him to survive. But until she was in Midtown, she did not see him and woke up from her coma.
It was like facing a great enemy, and even now, I would always wake up from the nightmare in shock.
He is not the only one, not special. Wen Qiao will discover his lies at any time, find out that she didn't wake up because of his appearance that time, and find out that if she leaves him, there will be someone else who can save her.
This feeling is not pleasant.
He didn't like the arrangement of fate. There was another person in this world that Qiaoer could rely on, but he couldn't find out who that person was.
The sound of rain gradually stopped. He left home, returned to the apartment, and hugged Wen Qiao who was video chatting with Lu Youyou.
Lu Youyou on the other end of the video: …
"Um, Qiao Qiao, I'm hanging up now. I'll talk to you about the company tomorrow."
Wen Qiao touched his head: "What's wrong with you?"
"Tomorrow is the anniversary of my father's death."
Wen Qiao's throat choked, and he didn't know what to say to comfort him. After a while, he said, "Are you going to the cemetery to pay your respects?"
"Um."
Wen Qiao could only comfort her, "It's all in the past. Your father in heaven wouldn't want to see you too sad."
"There is no way to take you there now."
"Ok, I know."
Late at night, at the back door of the small courtyard house on Jingnan Road, standing opposite Gu Xiao was his subordinate Haley.
Haili tied her hair into a high ponytail, wore big round earrings, a small leather skirt, and high riding boots. She looked at Gu Xiao with a smile, "Actually, there is one thing I don't quite understand. Why did you ask me to go to Fu Nanli's hospital to steal a tube of his blood last time? And why did you go to Central City to save Wen Qiao? She fainted a few days ago and you didn't save her. Don't you dislike her?"
Gu Xiao leaned against the wall, expressionless, "Fu Nanli likes Wen Qiao. Do you think he would be tormented if he felt that he was not Wen Qiao's only medicine? Maybe he still thought he lied to Wen Qiao, but he didn't know that what he said was not a lie at all. But he would feel guilty for lying. Well, don't you think this is interesting?"
Hailey raised an eyebrow, "I see."
(End of this chapter)