In Fu Chengte's impression, his son who inherited his bad temper never knew what an apology was, so he was so surprised to hear his apology today.
Fu Heng also seemed uncomfortable. He had been taking care of Qingqing for a long time before, and these words that were difficult to say before had become natural.
After all, Qingqing was a very real child. If you did something wrong or made her angry, she would never forgive you if you didn't apologize to her.
"It's...it's getting late. Let's go downstairs and eat first. Don't let the child get hungry."
Not only was Fu Heng uncomfortable, but Fu Chengte also felt very awkward.
He seemed to have forgotten his initial complaints, and stood up tremblingly, and walked out.
When his father passed by him, Fu Heng silently reached out and held his arm.
Fu Chengte subconsciously wanted to pull his hand away, but before he could move, his other hand was held by a pair of soft little hands.
"Grandpa, Qingqing will help you." Facing Fu Chengte's downcast eyes, Qingqing grinned, her little appearance was so cute that people couldn't bear to refuse.
"Be good." Carefully holding the child's hand, Fu Chengte didn't dare to refuse this time, for fear of hurting the child's heart.
Qingqing and Fu Heng, one on the left and one on the right, supported Fu Chengte downstairs.
The old man walked unsteadily and had to take a breath after every few steps, but he still insisted on keeping his back straight and refused to bend even a little.
Fu Chengte couldn't go down the stairs, so he could only sit in a wheelchair and use the wheelchair elevator to go downstairs. Even so, Fu Heng didn't let go of his father's hand the whole time.
He regretted without words, but he made up for it with actions.
The family moved to the first floor for breakfast. The chef had already prepared a large table of rich breakfast with a variety of dishes to ensure that everyone's taste was satisfied.
Fu Chengte sat in the main seat, and Fu Heng naturally took Qingqing to sit below him, and the others also took their seats.
The Fu family didn't have any rules about not talking while eating or sleeping, but when everyone was eating, they tacitly chose to eat quietly and pretend that they were a group of air.
In this silent moment, the child's voice suddenly became particularly obvious.
"Qingqing wants to eat steamed buns." Qingqing refused Fu Heng's white porridge and asked for the barbecued pork buns on the other side.
Fu Sijin, who was closest to the barbecued pork buns, immediately took the buns and placed them in front of Qingqing. Fu Heng casually stuffed the spoonful of porridge that was rejected into his mouth, and then picked up the buns and broke them into smaller pieces to feed Qingqing.
Fu Chengte widened his old eyes in shock.
What did he see?
His son, who was cold and strong, and had a mild mysophobia, actually ate other people's leftovers and fed the child without complaint!
The sun rises from the west?
The old man subconsciously probed his head, trying to see whether the sun outside the house was in the northeast or the west.
Maybe his movements were too exaggerated and attracted Fu Heng's attention.
Fu Heng picked up his chopsticks and picked out a piece of corn for his father: "Your blood sugar is too high. You are not suitable for eating pasta and rice porridge. Eat this."
"I can eat whatever I like. I want you to take care of it." With that, Fu Chengde made a move to pick out the corn. Qingqing saw it with sharp eyes: "Grandpa, you can't be a picky eater."
The little guy howled so loudly that it not only attracted the attention of all the Fu family members, but also the servants and caregivers looked at the excitement.
Fu Chengde froze: "..."
This little guy is here specifically to defeat him!
The nurse was a little worried, fearing that the old man with a bad temper would be angry.
Fu Chengte frowned, raised the hand holding the chopsticks...
took the corn back, and ate it silently.
With a smile in his eyes, Fu Heng picked up a boiled egg and some fresh fruits for Fu Chengte.
These were not the foods that the old man liked very much. He wanted to refuse, but under the rare care of his son and the close stare of Qingqing, he had to pinch his nose and eat everything.
Humph, he was just worried that the child would cry, and he was definitely not afraid of his son.
The meal was awkward and a little warm. Not to mention Fu Heng and Fu Chengte, the protagonists, even the Fu brothers on the side felt a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, no matter how embarrassing it is, it will end.
Fu Heng's action of putting down his bowl and chopsticks was like a signal. Seeing that he was full, others immediately put down their chopsticks in unison. There seemed to be a faint sound of relief.
Fu Heng picked up the napkin to wipe Qingqing's mouth. After wiping, he raised his eyes to look at his father: "Where is my mother?"
He didn't ask just now because he had expected that his mother's condition might not be very good. Fu Heng didn't want to destroy the family atmosphere right away. As long as he was at home, he would know his mother's condition sooner or later, so he waited until now to ask.
"Your mother...your mother...is sleeping, yes, she is sleeping." Fu Chengte lowered his head, avoiding his son's inquiring eyes.
"I'll go see her." Fu Heng stood up and rushed upstairs without giving Fu Chengte and others time to react.
Unable to stop him, Fu Chengte hurriedly urged the nurse to push him upstairs.
A group of people hurriedly chased to the door of the old lady of the Fu family. Seeing the wide open door, everyone stopped.
They didn't dare to go forward. Reason was sounding an alarm. If they went forward to disturb her now, the consequences would be absolutely terrible.
Among all the people, only Fu Chengte had a cold face, shook off the nurse's support, and walked to the door of his wife's room by himself.
"Beep, beep..." The sound of the electrocardiogram was particularly clear, and along with the electrocardiogram, there was also the faint sound of the hemodialysis machine running.
"How long has it been?" Fu Heng's voice was slightly hoarse.
"Not much, just half a year." Fu Chengte's voice seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Fu Heng's eyes were already red.
"Your mother didn't allow me to say it, so I didn't dare to say it." Fu Chengde walked into the room slowly and sat down on the sofa next to the bed: "Actually, your daughter-in-law knew it. We thought she would tell you, and we were worried for a long time."
In the end, we only heard that his daughter-in-law went abroad for a trip, and when they sent someone to investigate, they found that the two were preparing for divorce, which made Fu Chengde's heart cold.
He didn't think his daughter-in-law was an unfilial person, but he thought it was his son's fault.
If it had not reached a point where it was completely unbearable, the daughter-in-law would never leave her son.
But when people get old, they always want to see their children living in harmony and having a happy family.
Yesterday's invitation was actually the old man's last struggle. If it succeeds, it will succeed. If it fails, they can only accept their fate. But Fu Chengte and his wife will always recognize Gu Qingqing as their daughter-in-law.
"She can't tell me."
It's not 'didn't tell', but 'can't tell'.
Because Gu Qingqing became Xiao Qingqing, she lost everything, including age and memory, so she couldn't remember her parents-in-law's serious illness, and she couldn't tell Fu Heng about it.
Fu Heng didn't understand why he was still emphasizing this point until now, but he really wanted... he really wanted to turn back time.
It doesn't take much, as long as he can go back to the time before his wife became smaller. He would definitely quit all his work that day, rush home immediately, and kneel down in front of his wife to beg for her forgiveness.
Since the day Qingqing became smaller, Fu Heng has been trying to find out why she became smaller.
Half a year has passed, and no matter how much, he has gained something.
In fact, Fu Heng already had some guesses about why Qingqing became smaller.
She was not forced, but she took the initiative.
It should be some kind of existence with mysterious power that heard her wish, and for some unknown reason, fulfilled her wish.
- To be a carefree child forever.
The result is that Qingqing got what she wanted.
She became smaller, and she will never grow up from then on. When she returns to innocence, she can be a carefree child forever.
But isn't this injustice too cruel to those who care about Qingqing?
Fu Heng didn't dare to think about this question, because in contrast, they gave Qingqing even more cruel pain.
"Stinky boy, who are you showing this horrible look to? Your parents are not dead yet. You don't have to rush to cry!"
A sudden shout startled Fu Heng back to his senses immediately.
He looked at his father who suddenly got angry, and his confused eyes gradually regained clarity.
"Sorry." Another apology.
This time, Fu Chengte didn't feel the initial shock, but only felt that it was particularly harsh.
He pretended to pick his ears, with a look of disgust: "Don't just apologize all day long, it's not like you to be so weak."
"Can't you say a good word about me?"
Fu Heng felt helpless, but it was not easy to argue with the old man.
He stretched out his arm to take the medical records that had been pressed by his father's side, and opened them one by one to read carefully.
The more he read, the more Fu Heng's originally heavy heart relaxed.
Although the situation was still not optimistic, it was at least not the worst case scenario he expected.
His mother's condition was more critical, with renal failure caused by diabetes.
Because the old man was weak and too old, the doctor did not recommend a kidney transplant, and even if the kidney was replaced, it would not last for a few years, so dialysis was the only option.
If he does dialysis and his condition is well controlled, it won't be a big problem to live another ten years.
His father's condition is even simpler, a common cold plus mild tracheitis.
The old man must have fallen ill recently, and the doctor needs to "force" out the root of his illness before he can cure it bit by bit.
That's why his father looks so serious. In fact, if he cooperates with the treatment well, his father will be able to recover in a week at least and half a month at most.
Seeing that he can still curse people with full energy, you can tell that the old man is in good spirits.
But...
the premise is that Fu Chengde is willing to cooperate with the treatment.
Fu Heng had a cold face, and his whole body was filled with a chill, which looked a bit scary: "Smoking, drinking, eating spicy food, you think your condition is not serious enough, and you need to make it worse, right?"
I don't know if Fu Chengde's attending physician has the intention of complaining. The case not only wrote the cause of the disease and treatment suggestions, but also specially noted the old man's treatment attitude.
All the "good things" he did during the treatment were clearly written on it, and he wrote them in formal and square characters, for fear that others would not understand.
This attitude of complaining is clear, even if Fu Heng wants to ignore it.
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