Chapter 220: Between me and Meng Qinghe, who do you choose to be your father?
Chapter 220: Between me and Meng Qinghe, who do you choose to be your father?
A single, gentle sentence froze all the man's composure.
His Adam's apple bobbed. "How did you know?"
"The day the kitten came home, I think I saw a red spot on your neck when you left."
Wen Jin also said softly, "Later, Qiuqiu got sick. That airline carrier was originally bought by me for the kitten, so there are kitten marks on it. I also saw the red marks on your hands."
A very plain explanation.
But it stirred a long-lost feeling in Fu Yanjing's heart.
The heart rate is out of control.
so--
She continued to watch him closely.
His eyes flickered slightly as he looked into her bright, clear almond-shaped eyes, his heart melting like a collapsing sands.
The direction of the flow depends entirely on the traces of the tides.
And Wen Jinye is that tide.
"Don't worry, I won't die. My cat allergy isn't that severe. I'll go buy allergy medication tomorrow."
Fu Yanjing is good at taking advantage of situations, saying, "I can't bear to leave my daughter to live with someone else."
Wen Jin frowned as well, "But..."
"Don't worry." He reassured Wen Jinye, while not forgetting to give a warning to An Yu, who was far away abroad.
"Didn't your best friend say that evil deeds live on for a thousand years?"
Wen Jinye: ...
He stepped forward and took the large tote bag that Wen Jin had packed.
"Don't go through all that trouble; they prefer to stay in familiar surroundings."
After taking Qiuqiu to the hospital late at night last time, and picking her up and dropping her off several times, Fu Yanjing had already established a certain revolutionary friendship with Qiuqiu.
Sure enough, it was much easier to win over the puppy than to win over An Yu.
Wen Jin also didn't want to blame Qiu Qiu for her wavering stance.
What could the puppy have done wrong?
Fu Yanjing has plenty of methods and strength to win people's hearts, let alone win over dogs.
It just likes to eat canned meat and freeze-dried snacks that men have in their hands.
Fu Yanjing said, "Give me your house key, and I'll come to feed the dog and cat at the same time every day, and walk Qiuqiu while I'm at it. Don't worry, I won't rummage through your things."
Wen Jin didn't doubt this either.
After all, what precious things could she possibly have that would catch Fu Yanjing's eye and make him covet them?
"But--"
"No buts." Fu Yanjing rolled up one sleeve, revealing clearly visible pale blue veins on his strong arm.
"Look, I'm perfectly fine, I haven't had any allergic reactions."
Wen Jinye's cell phone rang; it was from Kong Shenlin.
"Xiao Wen, we'll be there in about ten minutes. You can change your clothes and get ready to go downstairs."
He was meticulous about everything, reminding us to bring our ID cards and turn off the windows and gas.
"good."
Wen Jin didn't have time to insist any longer and glanced at Fu Yanjing with concern.
I wanted to give some advice, but then I felt...
How could he not take good care of himself?
Wen Jin also found a spare key with a fluffy little ball hanging on it.
"Here's the key. I need to change my clothes and go downstairs. Remember to turn off the lights when you leave. Call me anytime if you can't find anything. Kittens are quite clingy, so please don't pet it out of pity."
Fu Yanjing's eyes held a smile, and his voice was low, carrying an indescribable tenderness.
"Are you entrusting the kitten to me, or me to the kitten?"
I kept giving them instructions and reminders.
Fu Yanjing, on the contrary, became the one she was most worried about.
How could Wen Jin not hear the smugness in his tone?
He bit his tongue and ran into the house in frustration.
The door slammed shut, even the sound of the lock clicking shut was crisp.
Fu Yanjing lowered his head, looking at Qiuqiu who was tugging at his trouser leg and staring at him expectantly.
He chuckled, his palm slightly bent, the knuckles of his index and middle fingers brushing against his brow.
He coaxed her softly, "Wait a little longer, I can't keep giving you special treatment."
It chirped and whimpered a few times in protest.
Fu Yanjing suddenly remembered that he was even more enthusiastic when he was with Meng Qinghe.
The smile on his lips vanished, and he squatted down.
Using what was available, they took a piece of dried meat from the bag that Wen Jin had packed.
Fu Yanjing took it, first rubbing it against the tip of the puppy's nose to make sure the puppy's appetite was completely whetted, then ruthlessly squeezed it back into his palm.
He glanced at the closed door.
Suddenly, she lowered her voice and asked softly:
"Chirp chirp, between me and Meng Qinghe, who would you rather choose as your father?"
Two hands were spread out in front of Chiu Chiu.
A deep voice slowly rose:
“Meng Qinghe’s.” His left hand was empty.
"Mine." The right hand with the small piece of dried meat.
Without hesitation, Chirp bumped into her right hand.
At such a young age, how could they resist the temptation of jerky?
When Wen Jin came out with her suitcase, she saw Qiuqiu squatting at Fu Yanjing's feet, eating heartily.
Fu Yanjing, looking down at his child with the pride of an old father, watched him eat.
"Remember to turn off the lights, I'm leaving now."
Fu Yanjing wanted to take the box from her hands.
"I'll take you downstairs."
Wen Jin nimbly dodged her with small, quick steps, and she had already flashed to the doorway, clearly leaving behind two words:
"Need not."
As if afraid that Fu Yanjing would catch up, she quickly closed the door.
Because they needed something from him, they offered a fawning and submissive explanation before closing the door:
"It's hard to explain."
The cozy little house became much emptier and quieter after Wen Jin left.
The kitten was perched on the cat tree, tilting its head to examine Fu Yanjing.
After finishing the jerky, Qiuqiu briefly transformed into Fu Yanjing's devout follower.
Fu Yanjing walked onto the balcony and watched Wen Jin get into the TV station's van.
They drifted further and further apart.
The chill of autumn is growing stronger.
But in his heart, the gray desolation gradually gave way to spring blossoms.
The orchids on the balcony swayed gently in the breeze.
Next to the potted plant, Fu Yanjing saw a withered one, which was encased in a photo frame—
Yellow rose.
*
Suicheng is located in a remote area and its development is relatively backward.
The plane landed in the city center of Suicheng, and the production team rented a minivan from the city center.
The mountain road was winding, and it took more than four hours for the car to reach the foot of the mountain.
It was a misty, early morning.
The primary school was built on a mountaintop, and the road was once winding and twisting. The temperature difference between the altitude and the road was large, and many sections were very bumpy.
Fortunately, the car was able to drive all the way to the school gate.
The school facilities are rudimentary; there is no playground or basketball court, only a teaching building with peeling paint and a neatly clean flagpole.
The bright red five-star flag flutters in the wind.
Wen Jin and the accompanying cameraman first went to the dormitory arranged by the school.
It was in a row of newly renovated bungalows behind the teaching building.
The old light bulbs cast a dim light, and the only furniture inside was a small bed that creaked when you sat on it, and a yellow low table that bore the marks of time.
The cement floor was badly damaged, but it was clear that the school had cleaned it.
The daily necessities for the column can only be delivered after dawn.
Therefore, I have to make do with the rest time from now until dawn.
At this moment, people from the school also came over.
The nearly 70-year-old headmaster, and Luan Weian, the 33-year-old female teacher who volunteered to teach in rural areas and whose article attracted attention online.
The two of them are like guardians of the only primary school in this mountain.
The former principal was the main person in charge of communicating with the program team.
Teacher Luan Wei'an remained expressionless throughout, showing no signs of emotion.
Even when he looked at Wen Jin, his gaze was somewhat cold.
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