Who is Gao Congguang? He is a treasure-class figure in the entertainment industry.
Compared with him, Fu Sijian's entertainment company, which has just been opened for less than five years, is just a small workshop, not even worthy of being taken a look.
It was a big surprise for Fu Sijian to meet him in kindergarten, and what was even more unexpected was that Gao Congguang actually knew him! Fu Sijian's
eyes inadvertently swept across his father beside him, and he suddenly understood.
Gao Congguang did not know him because he ran an entertainment company, but he was known to the other party because he was the eldest son of the Fu family.
After figuring it out, Fu Sijian did not feel any rejection.
After all, his identity has been determined since birth, and he has always enjoyed the resources from his family. It would be too hypocritical to reject these now.
The most important thing now is to build a good relationship with Director Gao Congguang, which will be of great benefit to him and the future of the company.
Fortunately, the place where they met was very special, and they had a very good topic from the beginning.
The two parents briefly discussed various problems of their children, and then talked about their respective careers.
As a junior, Fu Sijian, even though he and Director Gao are not in the same profession, they always have something in common in the same circle.
So just listening to a few words of advice from Director Gao, he felt that he had benefited a lot, and for a moment he couldn't help but admire this respected senior even more. He
felt that the person had a solid foundation to reach his current position.
He was so excited chatting that he unconsciously ignored Qingqing.
When they finished chatting and sent Director Gao away, there was nothing left of Qingqing's small bag of mung bean cake.
Fu Sijin's face turned black immediately.
He didn't dare to say that he was an elder, so he could only get angry at his only younger brother who was younger than him at the scene: "Can't you leave one piece for me?"
"I only ate two pieces, okay."
Those were given by Qingqing. He risked his life to snatch these two pieces from his biological father, uncle and mother's ex-lover. Why should he give them to his brother?
"Ajin, don't be angry. This is for you."
Qingqing touched Fu Sijin's head soothingly and put a small piece of mung bean cake in his hand.
This is what she had just saved for Fu Sijin, who had not had the chance to eat the mung bean cake.
The mung bean cake specially made by the chef is different from the mung bean cake with butter skin sold outside.
This kind of mung bean cake is made by peeling the mung beans, then finely grinding them into fine mung bean paste, drying them in the sun, mixing them with icing sugar, and using molds to press them into small cakes with plum blossom patterns. They are then steamed in a pot, and some of them can even contain some plum meat, raisins and red bean paste. It
tastes sweet, soft and glutinous, and has a light and elegant fragrance, making it the best match for tea.
"Thank you, Qingqing."
Fu Sijin smiled a winner, pinched the mung bean cake and prepared to put it in his mouth.
He saw Qingqing's greedy eyes from the corner of his eye, and paused again, then cut the small cake into two, giving the larger half to Qingqing.
"I can't eat that much, Qingqing, can you help me eat half?"
"Sure." Qingqing happily took the half of the mung bean cake, her little mouth was stuffed full, and she held her little face with an intoxicated look: "It's delicious."
If only I could eat such delicious mung bean cakes every day, it's a pity that uncle doesn't let me eat too much sweets.
In order to protect Qingqing's little baby teeth.
"Qingqing, Qingqing, come here quickly, it's your turn to perform!"
Hearing the teacher's anxious call, Fu Heng directly carried Qingqing over.
"Qingqing is going to perform. Uncle will ask A-Jian
to take a picture of her." This was agreed upon early in the morning. Fu Si-Jian would bring a camera to take pictures of Qingqing's performance so that she could enjoy it at home later.
"I won't forget it. Come on, Qingqing, keep performing."
Qingqing was posing and it was not convenient to rub her head, so Fu Heng shook her little hand and encouraged her.
Six children walked onto the stage under the guidance of the teacher.
As the childlike and cute music sounded, six red little balls began to dance swayingly, like small red envelopes that could move, and they were round.
The performance went smoothly. Even if some children made mistakes in the dance, they were ignored because they were so cute.
Qingqing danced the best, without making any mistakes from beginning to end. And because she was the cutest, many parents pointed their phones at her and kept filming.
Mixed in the crowd, the dark camera appeared again.
Behind the camera was a person wearing a black sweater and a hood, whose face could not be seen clearly.
The wide hood hid most of her face, and only the bright red lips hidden in the shadows could be vaguely seen.
***
The kindergarten's full-day performance ended smoothly. Qingqing also learned the purpose of the teacher putting candies in the copper gong in one of the magic segments.
When other children were stunned by the candies that suddenly appeared in the copper gong by the magician, only Qingqing saw through the truth.
But this did not stop her from joining the candy-grabbing army!
The magician sprinkled all the conjured candies onto the crowd, and a bunch of children and their parents rushed up to grab them.
Relying on her five tall and strong parents, Qingqing fought her way through the crowd and grabbed a handful of candies.
Unfortunately, before she could even warm up the candies, Fu Heng confiscated them all on the grounds that she had consumed too much sweets today. Only
a small piece of not-so-sweet fruit gummy was left.
Facing Qingqing's tearful eyes, even Gu Lan could not help her.
As the only person in the audience with parenting experience, Fu Heng often disciplined Qingqing for her own good, and no one else could intervene.
"I'll save it for you. I'll put it in a beautiful jar and put it next to Qingqing's bed. You can eat two every day when you go back home, okay?"
Perhaps seeing that Qingqing was too sad, Fu Heng had to comfort her in some way. It was
better to eat the candies slowly than to have them all confiscated and never have them in the future. Besides, the candies would still be hers.
After Qingqing figured it out, she nodded her head and agreed immediately. She was afraid that Fu Heng would regret it if it was too late, and she reminded him worriedly, "Uncle, don't steal Qingqing's candies."
The two of them slept in the same room, so if Fu Heng wanted to steal the candy, it would be too easy.
Fu Heng was so amused by Qingqing's suspicion that he nodded solemnly in agreement under the mocking gazes of others.
"Don't worry, I will never steal your candy."
After getting the guarantee, Qingqing smiled.
The children who participated in the performance had a bag of prizes to take. After Qingqing lined up to receive her share, she skipped home holding Fu Heng's hand with her small backpack on her back.
Bai Qiyu went to pick up the rice cakes, and the Fu brothers left early because of something when the third-to-last show was about to end. Only Fu Heng and Gu Lan were left with Qingqing.
It was just right that Qingqing held one in each hand and was not partial to anyone.
"Qingqing, what do you want to eat tonight?"
The kids performed so hard, so they should be rewarded with a big meal to celebrate.
"I want to eat..." Before Qingqing finished her words, she was interrupted by a surprised female voice: "Gu Lan? Fu Heng?"
The three of them turned their heads and saw a woman in jeans and a black sweater walking in with a little boy.
——It was Han Weilan.
"Han Weilan? Why are you here?"
Gu Lan was also surprised to see the other party.
"It's all to pick up this little ancestor."
Han Weilan took the little boy from Banunu's hand with a look of disgust.
"Han Weilan, I'm not blind. If you keep looking at me like that, I'll complain to my mom when I get home!"
The little boy was obviously in a bad mood, and Han Weilan's eyes made him furious.
"Go ahead, mom won't beat me, but I'd be willing to beat you."
Han Weilan looked fearless, and her classical beauty's face was turned into a gangster-like rogue.
"You..."
The little boy was so angry that he stomped his feet, but he was afraid that she would really hit him, so he had to swallow his anger and dared not say anything.
"What is this..." Gu Lan looked back and forth at the little boy's face that was somewhat similar to Han Weilan's.
"My brother, my mother was able to give birth to a child even after having her sterilization done."
"You are the one who escaped. One child is a big deal! You were born thirty years earlier than me!"
"Shut up, or I'll end my relationship with you if you mention age again!"
Seeing the siblings quarreling, Fu Heng's family decided not to disturb them and quietly left.
Gu Lan didn't drive here today, so he just took Fu Heng's car back.
Sitting in the car, looking at Qingqing who was unpacking her gift, Gu Lan suddenly sighed, "I didn't expect that you two good friends would encounter the same fate." When
elderly parents give birth to children, is it really good for the child in the end?
When Gu Lan cursed his mother to have an early miscarriage, he was actually thinking about the unborn child.
His older brothers and sisters had already experienced it themselves, and being born into that parent's lap would be a tragic drama.
Moreover, he and Qingqing were destined not to be good brothers and sisters, and it was impossible for them to help their parents take care of a younger brother or sister in the future.
So the future of that child was already miserable enough to imagine.
It would be one thing if his parents could live longer, but the fear was...
The phone suddenly vibrated, and Gu Lan picked it up and saw the caller ID. He immediately frowned and hung up the call.
People are really unpredictable, and they will appear when they mention the devil.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a hurry to find Gu Lan, and he kept calling even after the call was hung up.
After more than ten times, Gu Lan got annoyed and could only answer the phone with an impatient look on his face: "What are you doing? If you have something to say, just say it."
"Gu Lan..."
It was clearly his mother's phone, but the voice that came through was his father's.
Gu Lan relaxed a little and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Yanyu's voice was trembling in panic: "Your mother...your mother fainted, come quickly, I don't know what to do?"
"Why don't you call the emergency number at this time? I can drive three or four hours to get there immediately! If you really wait for me to come, there's no need to send her to the hospital, just meet her at the funeral home!"
Gu Lan hung up the phone with an irritable roar, and then made two more calls, one to the emergency number and the other to contact friends in the city to come and help.
"My mother-in-law is in trouble." Gu Lan's phone turned on the speaker, so Fu Heng naturally heard what happened.
"Brother-in-law, it looks like we can't go home tonight." Gu Lan smiled bitterly, and felt a headache that was about to explode.
He really wanted to be a ruthless person, but those two were his biological parents after all. No matter how much he hated them, he couldn't really ignore them.
"I understand. There is bread and milk in the back of the car. You can get something to feed Qingqing first."
"Okay."
It takes at least three hours to drive from here to Linshi. It's okay for them to be hungry, but Qingqing can't stand being hungry.
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