Chapter 145: Broken
The lights in the Fu family were still on until late at night.
Ye Jing couldn't sleep. She sat on the sofa in the living room, feeling restless. From time to time, she glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already two or three in the morning.
Fu Cheng hasn't come back yet.
finally.
Ye Jing finally heard some noise outside. When her son walked in, the expression on his face was almost invisible and his coat was already a little wet.
It was snowing heavily outside again.
The fluttering snowflakes fell on my shoulders, slowly soaking the fabric of my coat, and the color of my shoulders became darker due to the wetness.
"Why did you come back just now?"
When Fu Cheng spoke, he seemed relatively calm.
But the more this happened, the more worried Ye Jing became. After all, when he first came back and learned about this, it was not like this now.
Fu Cheng seemed to have realized the reality and left without looking back.
Even though he was so timid and afraid of riding a train alone, he still bought a train ticket and left without hesitation.
Fu Cheng opened his mouth, and the emotion in his voice sounded a little bit broken. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Mom, did Shengsheng leave any message for me before he left?"
Ye Jing didn't see anyone leave with her own eyes.
Otherwise she would definitely be stuck.
She also felt that it was her son's fault, but seeing his current state, she felt a little bit sorry for him.
"no."
"She did leave me a letter, asking me to take good care of Xiaochi for her."
"Um."
Fu Cheng was not disappointed when he heard this, but the complexion on his face still did not look very good, with a sickly paleness.
He had just come back from outside and his body was actually frozen.
My hands and feet were stiffened by the freezing wind and snow, but compared to the coldness in my heart, it was nothing.
Fu Cheng said, "Mom, I'll go upstairs first."
Ye Jing wanted to say something but stopped herself. As she watched him go upstairs, she couldn't help but say, "Don't worry too much. Shengsheng isn't stupid. She'll be doing fine out there."
Fu Cheng pursed his lips slightly, and the curve of his lips was tightened a little.
How could he not be anxious and worried?
Fu Cheng did not argue with his mother because it was too late to say anything.
The most urgent task is to find the person as soon as possible.
Fu Cheng had just spent the past few hours in the train station, looking for trains passing through the capital that day. There were so many that he couldn't count them.
Even if we dig up all the information and search one by one along the route, we don't know how many years it will take to find the person.
It's getting late.
Fu Cheng was not sleepy at all. The room was tidy. He opened the closet and found that there were still a lot of her clothes left.
She didn't take them all.
Fu Cheng couldn't help but think more. It was so cold and she only brought a few clothes. How could she have enough clothes?
What if I get sick?
Do you have enough money to spend?
Will I be cheated by others?
There are so many liars in this world, and their tricks are endless.
She was never frugal when it came to spending money, and if she was cheated, she would have to live a tight life for a while.
The more Fu Cheng thought about it, the more his head hurt. He threw himself onto the bed tiredly, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
He raised his hand and opened the drawer.
I originally wanted to take out two painkillers from the drawer.
But unexpectedly I saw an envelope.
There were three neat big characters written on it in pen: To Fu Cheng.
He was very familiar with this handwriting.
Fu Cheng pinched the letter paper with such force that his fingers almost broke, making a crackling sound.
The man took a few deep breaths, his breath still trembling. Even when he had a gun pointed at his head, he was not so nervous.
His fingers seemed to tremble slightly.
Looking closely, it seems to be an illusion.
Fu Cheng opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.
The words inside were written as neatly as those on the envelope.
You can tell at a glance that it was written carefully, stroke by stroke.
"I was indecisive in the past and did a lot of things I shouldn't have done. I'm sorry for making you sad."
"But I really don't like Shen Zhishu."
"You married me against your will. We were never suitable for each other."
"I'm leaving."
"I wish you can find a true lover in the future."
At the bottom, there was a sentence that had been crossed out, one after another. Fortunately, the scratches were not deep and could be seen if one looked carefully - "Don't look for me. I don't want to see you. I hate you."
Maybe I was just too angry to write it down, so I wanted to erase it.
Fu Cheng held the letter in his hand and read it over and over again in a self-torturing manner.
The man's dark eyes fell on the few lines of words above. He read them over and over again, torturing himself.
The letters she left for him were also very brief.
She didn't want to say a single word to him. She left obviously feeling aggrieved, but she didn't want to say a word in the letter, and she even apologized to him.
When Fu Cheng saw the words "I'm sorry", his hands shook violently.
These three words, like a sword piercing the heart, quietly pierced through his heart and killed him completely.
This evening.
Ye Jing didn't sleep well either. When she got up at night, she went around to her son's room and stood at the door listening. There seemed to be no movement. Through the crack in the door, she could see that the light in the bedroom was turned off.
But she felt that he would not be able to sleep tonight.
As expected.
The next day, it was dawn.
Fu Cheng went downstairs. He was dressed meticulously, but Ye Jing could clearly see the red bloodshot in his eyes.
It's obvious that he didn't sleep all night.
"Mom, I'll take Xiaochi to get the injection later."
Ye Jing was a little worried, so she didn't say anything yet.
Then I heard my son say, "I am going back to Ningcheng. Thank you for taking care of Xiaochi for a few more days."
Ye Jing couldn't help asking, "What are you doing in Ningcheng? I called your Uncle Lu, and he hasn't returned to Ningcheng yet."
Fu Cheng nodded: "I know."
He stood up, without even touching the breakfast in front of him, and said, "I called Uncle Lu this morning to ask about it."
But Fu Cheng thought expressionlessly, it doesn’t matter.
Since she was going with Song Peiyuan, no matter where they went, Song Peiyuan would have to return to Ningcheng to go to school, and the New Year would be here in a few days.
Song Peiyuan must go home.
He was waiting in Ningcheng, waiting for something to happen.
Even if Song Peiyuan refused to tell him her whereabouts.
He couldn't help but sneak off to see her.
Fu Cheng still has some patience.
Ye Jing looked at her son's expression and didn't dare to say anything more. She felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff and if she said one more word she would push him off.
"I'm leaving now, Mom."
Ye Jing sighed heavily, not knowing what to say.
Fu Cheng held his son in his arms and remembered to wrap him tightly before going out. The child was sick and did not look very well. His face looked very pale.
Xiaochi has been a little sickly since childhood.
If you don't pay attention, you will get sick.
I had already walked out the door when the child in my arms suddenly said in a muffled voice, "Dad, scarf."
Fu Cheng held him in one arm and patted his head gently, "You've been surrounded."
The boy raised his slightly red face, and the golden light fell on his red nose, revealing a bit of pity. He said stubbornly, "I don't want this."
Fu Cheng was silent.
The boy whispered, "I want the one my mother knitted for me. It's warm and pretty."
Fu Cheng watched him whispering, was silent for a while, touched his face, and finally chose to compromise, "Okay."
The scarf was neatly placed at the head of the bed.
Accompanying the child to sleep every day.
In the first few days, he would go out wearing a scarf knitted by his mother, like a little fox with his tail raised high, showing off in his familiar territory.
It seems to be showing off its most beautiful tail.
Let everyone see that he has a scarf knitted by his mother.
Fu Cheng put the scarf on the child again and when he was carrying him downstairs, he happened to meet his brother.
Fu Yuan glanced at his nephew who looked a little depressed in his arms.
Fu Yuan liked his nephew more and more.
He retracted his gaze and asked, "Mom said you were going back to Ningcheng today."
Fu Cheng: "Yeah."
Fu Yuan didn't say anything, but from his expression it was clear that he didn't agree with this approach.
Come to think of it, he is a meticulous diplomat.
Naturally, I can't understand Fu Cheng's immature and unstable approach.
People need to look for it, but there is no need to look for it in person.
How much time has been wasted and how much energy has been wasted.
"Do you really have to go by yourself?"
"Brother, you don't understand."
"I don't understand." Fu Yuan didn't have any specific desires for marriage or a wife, but now he knew what he didn't want.
He is a troublemaker who always looks for trouble.
Fu Cheng didn't say much to him, just got in the car and went to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Fu Cheng saw that his son's eyes were red, as if he had just secretly shed tears.
The boy looked up and asked his father, "Does mommy not want me again?"
He was very serious when he asked this question.
She seemed to have accepted the reality and didn't cry or ask any questions.
Instead, he behaved very quietly and well-behaved.
"Grandma said Mom would be back soon, but I knew she was lying."
Fu Cheng didn't intend to lie to him again, he said one word: "Yes."
He ruffled his son's hair and said, "Dad is the one who made Mom angry and leave."
"But I will get my mom back."
Fu Luochi believed what his father said, as long as he didn't abandon him.
As Fu Cheng spoke, he took out the letter Song Shengsheng left for his mother and put it in his hand, "Xiao Chi, she loves you very much."
Fu Luochi can already recognize many words.
The boy's black and white eyes stared fixedly at the content in the letter that was related to himself.
After a while, he clutched the letter tightly and asked, "Dad, can I keep it?"
Fu Cheng said, "Okay."
When they arrived at the hospital, Fu Cheng took the child to get the injection and then sent him home.
Fu Cheng simply packed his luggage and bought a train ticket to Ningcheng that day. It was so last-minute that he almost failed to buy the ticket.
I still had to use my connections and ask Lu Chenyuan to ask his uncle for help to get a hard seat train ticket.
Lu Chenyuan was also surprised to know that he was going back to Ningcheng, and at this time.
"Brother Fu, this is too much trouble. The New Year is coming soon, why don't you go back after the New Year."
Fu Cheng did not respond to what he said, but patted his shoulder and said, "Thank your uncle for me."
When we got on the train, it was packed with people.
Even the aisles were packed with people.
There are all kinds of flavors.
Sitting in a hard seat for more than ten hours is very unbearable for ordinary people, but for Fu Cheng who has been training in the army for so many years, it is nothing.
He looked out the window quietly, his expression as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
It seems like I'm looking at the scenery outside the window, but it also seems like I'm not.
Most of the people on the train are fellow villagers returning home together, or young couples with their families.
Fu Cheng watched quietly, his eyes felt a little sore, and the back of his head felt like it was about to explode. He rubbed his temples, and the intermittent tingling sensation eased a little.
The people sitting opposite him should be a newly married couple.
Both of them were a little timid. They curled up in their seats and didn't dare to go to the toilet casually, for fear that their things would be stolen or disappear in the blink of an eye.
The two of them were whispering to each other, the wife was angry, and the husband was trying to coax her in a low voice.
After a while, it became as smooth as glue again.
Fu Cheng looked at him with a little envy.
He would rather be angry with him than have her say sorry to him.
It was his fault, he always made her cry.
Why should I be angry with her? Why should I be so aggressive with her?
Fu Cheng's resentment, unwillingness, and stubbornness in deciding whether to win or lose were all gone.
He just wanted to find her and take her home.
Fu Cheng thought again that every morning when he woke up, she would curl up tightly in his arms. That feeling of complete trust and dependence on him always filled his heart.
He always wakes up earlier.
She looks very quiet and well-behaved when she is asleep.
She didn't know that he would secretly kiss her before getting up every day.
The train moved slowly, and the weather became better the further south we went.
Occasionally, when passing through a town, you can still see houses that have already put up new Spring Festival couplets.
Fu Cheng thought of her being alone outside, lonely, and without anyone to rely on. When she left, she was still sad and resentful of him. Her heart was no different from that of a heartbroken person.
Even breathing hurts.
My throat hurts and my chest hurts too.
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On the other hand, Song Shengsheng has settled down smoothly in Xicheng.
As the year draws to a close, it’s hard to find even odd jobs.
She gave up the idea and prepared to look for a part-time job after the Chinese New Year.
Song Peiyuan stayed with her for more than ten days. He cleaned the small courtyard he rented for her inside and out, and bought all the pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
He even went to bring back dozens of pieces of beehive coal for her.
Song Shengsheng didn't do much, which saved him a lot of energy and made him feel relaxed.
It’s just that Chinese New Year is coming soon.
She had no intention of letting Song Peiyuan stay to spend the New Year with her.
Song Peiyuan is not only her younger brother, but also her parents' son.
That day, Song Peiyuan went out to carry firewood and came back. Song Shengsheng asked him tactfully, "Have you bought the train ticket back to Ningcheng?"
Song Peiyuan looked towards her, and it seemed as if the back of his head was wheezing, and he looked a little angry.
Song Shengsheng didn't know why he looked like an angry cow, so she said, "Then I'll pay for it for you."
"New Year's Eve is in three days. When you go back, don't tell me that I ran away in shame."
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