Even Song Shengsheng didn't understand why he was obsessed with taking so many photos.
But now she always agrees to his harmless requests more often. If you think about it carefully, it is not that difficult.
It's okay to satisfy a somewhat childish boy.
No matter what, this child was born from her belly.
In fact, Song Shengsheng's answer just now, that she would still choose to give birth to him, was indeed sincere.
She thought even at the time when she first found out she was pregnant.
She was also in great pain inside.
Whether it is physical hardship or psychological torture.
It seemed that at that time, only the baby in her belly could really accompany her.
This time, the two went to take photos again.
The photos developed at the photo studio were divided into two copies. Song Shengsheng specially prepared an album at home, and after so many days, there were actually quite a few photos in it.
Almost filling up the entire album.
She did not hide this photo album from others, and Fu Cheng could see it. She placed it openly in the drawer of her desk. Sometimes, when the photo studio asked people to send the photos to her, Fu Cheng would receive them for him.
Fu Cheng didn't say anything else, and he didn't show any disagreement from beginning to end.
I just said, "I don't see he likes taking pictures."
Song Shengsheng thought about it and nodded: "Yeah, it seems that he doesn't do anything else except taking pictures every time he goes out with me."
She apparently didn't think much of it.
Fu Cheng held the photo in his hand and stared at it thoughtfully for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking about. The words came to his throat, but he didn't say them.
Take so many photos.
Do you want to leave something behind?
Fu Cheng has always been very suspicious and defensive towards others.
Therefore, he always thinks more. It is impossible for a person to do something purposelessly and repeatedly for no reason.
All that remains from a photograph is the memory of that time.
He also arranged people around the young man, and after observing him for a while, it seemed that this was a person who had not thought about the future at all.
There is no purpose.
Spend as much money as you have.
I don’t think about the future.
Even if he studied, it was only because his mother asked him to do it, not for his own future.
Like I could pull away at any moment.
will leave.
Fu Cheng felt like he had discovered some secret, but he didn't intend to tell it.
He wasn't really being magnanimous, he just wanted to avoid putting her in a difficult position.
I didn't show any dislike.
He didn't want her to be caught between the two of them, and he was even more afraid that she would choose another child instead of him and Fu Luochi.
Weighing the pros and cons, doing nothing is Fu Cheng's best option.
Fu Cheng put the photo back and said, "We'll take photos next time."
Song Shengsheng had no objection, "Okay."
She likes taking photos and capturing her beautiful self.
When she gets older, she won't be willing to have her photo taken.
"Yes, he said he wanted to stay at our house this weekend, is that okay?" When Song Shengsheng said this, she looked at Fu Cheng without blinking. She was very cute and obedient. Her dark eyes were moist under the light and shadow, making her look particularly lovable.
She asked him quietly if it was okay.
In fact, Fu Cheng had no chance to refuse.
Of course I had to say yes, I couldn't bear to let her down.
"Sure, when? I'll go with you to pick him up."
"Friday night."
Fu Cheng didn't ask him how many days he would stay.
It is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away.
He was ready to live under the same roof with his "stepson".
What kind of trouble could possibly arise under his nose?
But Fu Cheng was very curious why it took so long.
He never went to look for Shen Zhishu.
Not even once.
*
Friday evening.
Fu Cheng sent a car to Shen Zai's residence. He still lived in the same alley as before.
In just a few months, he seemed to have grown taller. His already tall figure now looked more like a bamboo branch that had suddenly grown.
Clear and cold.
He leaned lazily against the door, waiting for his mother.
Song Shengsheng was sitting in the back seat. The driver drove the car directly into the alley. When she saw someone from a distance, she couldn't wait to lower the window and waved at him.
When Shen Zai saw the person, a hint of smile appeared in his indifferent eyes and brows.
He walked over, Song Shengsheng opened the car door, and jumped out of the car impatiently. She looked at him and asked, "Do you want to bring two more sets of clothes?"
Shen Zai shook his head: "Mom, there are some clothes to change."
After saying that, Fu Cheng also got out of the car from the other door. After seeing his face clearly, Shen paused, and his interest was obviously not as high as before.
Fu Cheng also heard his clear pronunciation of "Mom".
To his ears, it was a little harsh.
But he couldn't say anything, otherwise it would seem that he was petty.
Besides, Fu Cheng would not be stupid enough to be cruel to someone who no longer poses any threat.
Details everywhere.
It's clear that this person won't stay long.
Perhaps in Fu Cheng's eyes, Shen Zai was like a dying person.
We must return to where we came from.
Song Shengsheng didn't notice the undercurrent between the two men. She held Shen Zai's hand, thought for a moment, and then said, "It's okay. I don't have to go to the store these days. I have a sewing machine at home. I just got some cashmere fabric from outside. I'll make you some warm coats."
She likes to dress up herself and also likes to dress up the people she cares about.
It’s best if everyone is beautiful.
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She then said excitedly, "If there is still time, I will knit two more sweaters for you. The winter in the capital is very cold, and you have never experienced winter here."
Winter in a port city is always warmer.
It's not that chilly.
Shen Zai listened to her talk and felt happy from the bottom of his heart. He grabbed his mother's hand and said, "Okay."
He then said, "Mom, I also want a scarf."
Song Shengsheng was not very good at knitting scarves, but after thinking about it, she realized that she was very smart and could learn anything quickly, so she nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll knit two scarves for you and Xiaochi to try."
"Thank you, Mom."
He was so polite that Song Shengsheng felt embarrassed.
Shen knew that his mother could knit sweaters, but she never prepared one for him.
Winter vacation every year.
His brother was sent to the port city, and even though he could not stay for a few days, he was able to bring back a lot of gifts.
His mother, who usually doesn't care about anything, will prepare a lot of things for him.
A sweater I knitted myself, a pen I picked myself.
And some kissing and touching.
He had shown great dissatisfaction in front of his father, and asked his father with a calm and jealous face: "Why can he get these, and neither I nor my father have them."
His father was calmer than him.
"Because it's not important."
The sweater is not important.
The scarf doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter whether it's her intention or not.
Only she herself was important.
All Fu Luochi could get was a sweater and a scarf.
Besides, Shen Zai didn't know at that time that every time his mother prepared a gift for Fu Luochi, she had to pay a certain price behind the scenes.
My father just said it was not important.
Now, Shen Zai can easily get everything that he couldn't get before. He never thought that he could be so happy.
When Shen Zai was lost in thought, his hand was taken away by someone without a sound.
Fu Cheng hugged Song Shengsheng's shoulders and looked at this tall and handsome stepson. He said, "It's cold outside. Let's get in the car first."
Before Shen opened his mouth.
Fu Cheng raised his chin and gestured, "There's no room in the back, you sit in the front."
Shen Zai smiled slightly, too lazy to pretend to be green tea: "Uncle, I want to sit with my mother."
It seemed that he was certain that Fu Cheng would not do anything to him in front of his mother.
Fu Cheng tightened his grip and said calmly, "No."
The two men's eyes faced each other silently in mid-air for a moment. He was still too young and had no chance of winning against the man who already held power.
There was something strange in the way Song Shengsheng looked at the two of them.
She didn't want to see them fighting each other, so she suggested in a friendly way: "Why don't I sit in the front and you two sit in the back."
Sitting in the co-pilot's seat is more spacious and comfortable.
Shen Zaixian spoke up first: "No need, Mom, I can do it alone."
This sounds like a very aggrieved thing to say.
Fu Cheng was too lazy to take this little bastard's inferior methods seriously.
After getting in the car, there was a brief moment of calm.
Song Shengsheng wanted to save face in front of the child, so she was not likely to cuddle or pull with Fu Cheng, but their hands were still intertwined with their fingers.
Shen Zai stared at the two people's intertwined fingers through the rearview mirror in the car, and he said nothing.
Silent, but his eyes never moved away.
Just stare at it.
The journey was not long, but Song Shengsheng was still drowsy. She leaned on Fu Cheng's shoulder and fell asleep somehow.
When I woke up, I was covered with Fu Cheng's military jacket.
Shen Zai watched everything that happened in the back seat. Fu Cheng probably loved his mother very much. He had seen his mother's most arrogant side in front of this man.
Arrived home.
Song Shengsheng first led Shen Zai to his room, which was a guest room that had just been cleaned up.
The sheets and quilt covers are all freshly washed.
Song Shengsheng was afraid that the quilt was not thick enough, so he went out to buy a thicker cotton quilt that weighed seven or eight kilograms.
Fu Luochi is no longer so resistant to this brother who often appears in front of him.
But he still doesn't like the other person.
Especially when the other person smiled and bent over to pinch his face intentionally, he would be even more unhappy and would turn his face away every time to refuse to let him touch him.
This time is no exception.
"Fu Luochi, call me brother."
Shen Zai called out the boy's full name and surname, looking at the boy who was not as tall as him and was several years younger than him, and gave the order without any psychological burden.
Fu Luochi turned his cold face away and pretended not to hear.
The attitude is indifferent, and a bit disgusted and impatient.
Shen Zai felt that Fu Luochi was really stingy.
He hated him to death at that time, but he would still call him brother obediently every time.
After all, he wanted to please his mother.
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