Chapter 154 Talk (Part 2)
She thought it would be the familiar face in her memory, mocking her from a high position and as if she knew everything, thinking that she shouldn't do this or that.
Listen to your parents.
Be an honest, hardworking and well-behaved girl.
Once you are married, you should listen to your husband.
Otherwise, no matter how much suffering she endures or how many setbacks she encounters, it is all her own fault and she deserves it.
Of course it hurt every time she hit her head and it bled.
But I didn't dare say a word. Crying and shouting in pain would only make people laugh at me.
Song Shengsheng lay slumped in Fu Cheng's arms, and the temperature in her body that had been cooling down seemed to be slowly warming up again.
Song Shengsheng originally didn't want Fu Cheng to know about his wolf trap at all.
But I don’t know why.
She really wants to say it now.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
In fact, Fu Cheng had already seen through her weakness and her inherent shortcomings. He had seen her cruelty and her unbearableness before.
It couldn't be more embarrassing.
“They’ll climb over the wall.”
"I thought I was a weak little girl. I used an axe to scare away people who climbed the wall in the middle of the night."
"I'm still pretty good."
However.
Living alone is not as easy as it sounds.
Boiling water and chopping wood are both very hard work.
She was clumsy and it was common for her to get burned.
It feels bad to mess up things from time to time, and sometimes I get so angry that I cry.
Fu Cheng had never felt that the sharpness of language could be more hurtful than weapons.
His heart was numb from the pain.
I can almost imagine the expression on her face when she heard the rustling coming from the other side of the wall in the middle of the night.
Even though I was timid, I still had to cheer myself up and tell myself not to be afraid.
Fu Cheng only hated himself for not finding her earlier.
Song Shengsheng let out a sigh and said, "But all these things are in the past. I am living a good life now."
She has survived the coldest winter.
It sprouted in the warm spring.
And took root again in the crazy long summer.
Song Shengsheng seemed not as fragile as before. She let him let her go. "If I'm late, the master will be angry."
Fu Cheng nodded, "I've asked someone to talk to your master."
Fu Cheng woke up very early today. Her interpersonal relationships in Xicheng are very simple.
With just one word from him, many people would help him look up information.
She worked as an apprentice in a tailor shop and also as a junior master.
Song Shengsheng opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, he interrupted her: "Xiao Chi was sick a while ago, and he was still calling for mommy even when he was feverish."
Song Shengsheng suddenly felt as if his soft spot had been pinched and stopped talking.
There is no telephone here.
There is a guesthouse.
Fu Cheng knew that she didn't like him yet, but he was not without other options.
He asked democratically: "Do you want to say a few words to Xiaochi?"
Song Shengsheng knew it was a trap, but she still couldn't keep her cool. She was silent for a moment and nodded.
Fu Cheng took her back to the guesthouse.
According to the time, the driver will be able to drive to Xicheng in the afternoon.
Then...
In short.
Fu Cheng will no longer be so easy to talk to.
In the guesthouse, Fu Cheng borrowed the phone number of a colleague in the office and transferred the call to his home.
Unexpectedly, it was his eldest brother who answered the phone.
"Mom went to work and hasn't come back yet." Fu Yuan then asked casually, "Did you find her?"
Fu Cheng did not hide it: "Yes, I found it."
Fu Yuan said calmly: "Then bring it back."
Fu Cheng: "No need for you to remind me."
Fu Yuan heard it, and his brother was too lazy to pretend to be a good person, so he didn't plan to be too polite.
Fu Yuan watched Fu Cheng's life in the past few months without saying a word.
Fu Yuan gave the phone to his nephew.
He was watching from the side. He should have left a long time ago, but he hadn't left yet. He didn't know what he would hear if he stayed.
Fu Luochi got the phone and held it tightly.
Fu Cheng asked him, "Have you taken your medicine properly these past two days?"
The boy nodded: "Dad, yes."
He was very well behaved. He answered his father's questions one by one before he quietly made his request: "Dad, I want to talk to Mom."
Fu Cheng gave the phone to Song Shengsheng.
At this moment, Song Shengsheng was actually a little timid, as if she was homesick. The phone was stuffed into her palm. She held it, not knowing what to say for a moment.
She could not explain her actions, which had left her child behind months earlier.
Nor can a child of only four or five years old be allowed to understand her.
"mother."
The boy's voice interrupted her wandering thoughts.
Song Shengsheng took a deep breath, "Xiaochi."
Fu Luochi fell ill again a few days ago. He has been suffering from major and minor illnesses in the past few months, which is really worrying. He has also lost a lot of weight.
But today, he no longer coughed, but his voice still sounded a little sick.
"Mom, can I come to you?"
A child who has not seen his mother for six months naturally misses her, otherwise he would not call for his mother in his dreams.
Song Shengsheng felt relieved yet extremely sad. She was afraid that her son would ask her when she would be back and she would not be able to answer. She did not have the heart to disappoint him, nor did she want to lie to him.
It's not bad.
Song Shengsheng said, "Of course you can."
Song Shengsheng hadn't heard her child's voice for several months, and she was a little reluctant to let him go. "Is Xiaochi sick? Wait until Xiaochi recovers before coming to see mom."
Fu Luochi replied, "Mom, I'm almost well."
He can come over now.
He couldn't wait and wished he had wings so he could fly over.
Fu Yuan listened quietly. The voice coming from the phone did not seem to have any guilt or sadness. Of course, there was no trace of longing or reluctance either.
Fu Yuan looked calm. He reminded her, "Xiao Chi, there are still two minutes left. It's time to go to class."
Fu Yuan was recently promoted to a higher position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the Minister is about to retire.
When Song Shengsheng heard Fu Yuan's voice, she still wanted to stay away from him as before.
Even through the phone line, I could hear the coldness in the other person's voice.
Song Shengsheng couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Chi is still sick, does he still have to go to school?"
After that, she held the phone and looked at Fu Cheng subconsciously, "Otherwise, don't go."
She spoke softly, wanting Fu Cheng to talk to his brother.
Even so, Fu Yuan on the other end still heard it.
"Sister-in-law."
The steady voice sounded a little distant over the phone.
Fu Yuan continued, "He just has a slight cough now. Learning is not a one-off thing. I hope you understand."
Song Shengsheng was not used to talking to Fu Yuan, and there was no difference between facing him and facing an elder.
Fu Cheng took the phone from her hand, said something to his brother, and hung up.
Fu Cheng then explained to her, "We are not going to school, but to practice calligraphy with Professor Qiu."
Song Shengsheng nodded: "Oh."
She stood up and said, "I'm going to the master now."
Fu Cheng glanced at his watch, hummed, and said calmly, "I'll take you there."
The car had stopped at the door of the guesthouse. When the driver saw the person coming out, he immediately saluted.
Fu Cheng opened the car door and raised his chin to her: "Get in."
Song Shengsheng didn't suspect anything was wrong. She naively thought that Fu Cheng was a military officer and would not do something that only a robber would do.
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