He really can't control his mouth when he's drunk. He's really impulsive.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and suddenly he slapped himself in the face.
There was a crisp sound, so loud that it scared Fu Yu who got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Fu Weihao was sitting in the living room without turning on the lights. The sound of a slap in the dark would have made anyone feel scared.
Fu Yu walked over and turned on the light in the living room. He saw Fu Weihao sitting on a stool with his head lowered. Looking at his appearance and the smell of alcohol in the living room, he knew that he was drunk.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Hearing his voice, Fu Weihao raised his head, and the slap mark on his face was clearly displayed in front of Fu Yu.
Fu Yu looked at the slap mark in silence. If an outsider saw it, they would think that he had had a fight with his mother.
Who would have thought that he would slap himself? I hope the mark will disappear tomorrow.
He went to the bathroom, threw a towel in, and wiped his face to see if he could wake up, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Weihao slowly focused his attention on Fu Yu, took his hand, and said, "Son, I think I said something wrong just now..."
Fu Yu nodded in understanding. He did have this problem. When he was drunk, he was completely different from his usual self and talked a lot.
He pulled his hand out forcefully and asked softly, "What did you say wrong?"
Then he continued, "When the political commissar asked me, I said something extra. I don't know if it would cause any trouble for Xiaoxiao."
Fu Weihao looked up at Fu Yu. His eyes were red from drunkenness. His tone was full of worry. "How come our little girl has such a powerful father, and he is such an irresponsible scumbag at that?"
Fu Yu stood up, sighed slightly, and spoke to himself: "If this is the case, it's not a big deal. I think it's good to have a resolution. No matter what the result is, we will be with her."
Fu Weihao narrowed his eyes when he heard that, and stood up proudly, patted his chest, and said loudly: "You are right, I am here. If someone bullies her, I will give up my military service to seek justice for her. I don't care about the commander or the political commissar. I don't believe they can cover up everything with one hand."
"Keep your voice down, or you'll wake up my mother and start a quarrel again," Fu Yu covered his mouth and quickly helped him walk to the room.
Fu Yu thought he was overthinking it. He had met that man, and although he didn't understand the relationship between him and his aunt, he always felt that he was not that kind of person. At least he would not do anything to bully the little ones.
Instead of helping him into the master bedroom, I went straight to the small room where my grandfather used to live. This room used to be a storage room. Since it had no windows and was not well ventilated, it was not suitable for long-term living, but it was okay to sleep there once or twice.
Usually when Fu Weihao gets drunk, he comes here to sleep.
She carefully helped him onto the bed, squatted down to take off his shoes, and then picked up a sheet to cover him.
The spittoon at home was brought to his bedside to prevent him from vomiting in the middle of the night.
Just as he was about to close the door and go out, he heard him calling him, "Xiao Yu, it's great that you're well again. You can even help daddy up. It's great..."
Fu Yu squatted beside the bed, watching him talk with his eyes closed, and coaxed him softly: "Dad, I'm fine, go to sleep quickly."
When Fu Weihao heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yu, is there something wrong with your brother these days? It seems that the boy is not in a good mood."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again in a daze.
Fu Yu looked at him with a smile on his face, and gently pulled the sheet over him to cover him.
Fu Weihao is usually a very serious person and doesn't like to talk much. He only likes to do things. He doesn't seem to care enough about his brother and him, but he knows that he loves them very much in his heart. Every time he reveals his true nature, it seems to be when he is drunk.
His love is usually silent.
But every time he gets drunk, his delicate side appears.
Every time he got drunk, he talked a lot. He still remembered that when he was seven or eight years old and his father had just been promoted to the head of the group, he got drunk at the celebration banquet and ran to their room. He hugged him, then hugged his brother, and said sorry to them.
At that time, he could vaguely see tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
That tear touched him deeply. He had always thought that he was an iron man who would never cry. He was also very serious in his daily life and rarely showed any gentleness. When he spoke to them, his tone was always indifferent and majestic.
But from that day on he knew that he was protecting them in his own way, even though he never said it.
Listening to his even breathing, he stood up and walked out of the room.
...
Father's love is so deep that I don't know what it means.
Only when you wake up in the morning will you know the taste.
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