"..." Fu Chengti was speechless after being scolded by his son. He blew his beard and glared for a moment. Just when he was about to use his old trick to scold him, he caught a glimpse of Qingqing's little figure from the corner of his eye and immediately shut up.
You can't talk nonsense in front of children. It would be bad if others learn from you.
"From now on, you are not allowed to smoke or drink anymore. You have to listen to the doctor's advice when eating. You can eat a little bit of what you like, but you must not be too indulgent!" With every word Fu Heng said, Fu Chengti's face became more and more embarrassed.
But in the end, he suddenly felt relieved. Not only was he not angry, he even wanted to laugh.
Because he remembered.
Even if this brat was lenient, they only came today. After the people left, he could do whatever he wanted.
As the saying goes, don't be too happy too early.
Just when Fu Chengte was secretly happy, Mrs. Fu woke up.
She seemed to hear her son's voice and the childish voice of a child.
Mrs. Fu, who didn't know if she was dreaming, opened her eyes and saw her son sitting beside her bed, arguing with her old man.
The father and son quarreled fiercely, and neither of them was willing to give in. In Mrs. Fu's eyes, she only saw two children quarreling.
"What are you doing with all the noise?"
The weak old man's voice was very weak, but Fu Heng and Fu Chengte still keenly caught the gentle female voice engraved in their hearts.
The father and son stopped fighting instantly, which was impossible.
They immediately started to complain to each other like little kids finding their parents.
One said that his son brought the whole family over without saying hello and woke him up from his sweet dream, and the other said that his father was sick and didn't listen to the doctor's advice, and was ruining his health.
Anyway, the mother-in-law is right and the man has evidence.
The two men who have the final say outside are particularly childish and quarreling at home.
It's a headache.
Mrs. Fu is still doing dialysis and can't sit up. She can only rub her forehead with her other hand that doesn't have a needle. She turned her head consciously and met a pair of big, shining eyes.
She was slightly stunned, and after looking carefully, she couldn't help but sigh that this is a really cute child.
Then she felt that the child looked very familiar.
Why does he look so much like her daughter-in-law?
"Little baby, come here." Madam Fu waved at Qingqing.
Qingqing tilted her head and looked at Madam Fu steadily, as if to confirm whether she was a good person.
After a while, Qingqing, who felt that such a beautiful old lady must not be a bad person, clattered her two chubby legs and ran to Madam Fu's side, and skillfully put her head in her palm.
Madam Fu didn't actually want to touch Qingqing.
Facing the little cute thing that was directly delivered to her, she was stunned for a moment, then raised a gentle smile and touched Qingqing's little head.
The old lady had little strength, but her movements were very gentle. Qingqing was infected by this gentleness and couldn't help but move closer, wanting to get closer to Mrs. Fu.
"Little baby, what's your name?"
"Qingqing, my name is Gu Qingqing." Qingqing answered loudly.
"Gu Qingqing?" Not only Mrs. Fu, but also Fu Chengte was stunned for a moment when they heard this name.
The two old people looked at each other across the bed, and then turned their heads back tacitly, pretending that nothing had happened.
Fu Chengte continued to confront his son, while Mrs. Fu took Qingqing's little hand and pulled her closer to the bed.
"So your name is Qingqing, it sounds really nice." After complimenting her with a smile, Mrs. Fu suddenly changed the subject: "Grandma, I'm old and can't hear the characters clearly. Qingqing, can you tell me which Qing is your Qing?" Qingqing
, who knew how to read, immediately answered enthusiastically: "It's Qing with a bamboo radical and a green character under it."
Fu Heng, who couldn't stop her, glanced at his father who had just called him unintentionally.
"Why are you looking at me? I raised you up, and now you can't even call me?"
The old fox was not only childish, but also very good at pretending to be innocent, which made Fu Heng speechless when he wanted to refute her.
Fu Heng rubbed his brows with a headache, and felt that he could not defeat the two foxes in the family, so he could only raise his hands in surrender.
"All of you get out." The nurses left in a hurry.
For a while, only Fu's parents and Fu Heng Qingqing were left in the room, and there were also the Fu brothers who had sneaked in at some point. With
only family members left at the scene, some things were easier to say.
"Qingqing..."
Stopping his son from talking, Fu Chengte finally showed a bit of majesty as the former head of the Fu family: "Don't worry, your mother and I are not talkative people."
Some things, everyone just needs to know, there is no need to say them out loud.
Ignoring the lawsuit between the father and son, Mrs. Fu held Qingqing's little hand with heartache and squeezed it a few times.
The child's soft palm was less than half the size of hers. It was short and small. Although it was very cute, it made people feel very distressed.
"Our Qingqing, how much suffering has she endured."
Mrs. Fu's tears were about to fall.
"It's not bitter, Qingqing has candy to eat every day." Qingqing didn't understand why Mrs. Fu had to watch her cry, but just comforted her instinctively.
The sensible look of the little guy made people feel even more distressed, and even Fu Chengde felt a little sour.
He glared at his son and said, "Come here!"
The father and son left the room one after the other. Qingqing's worried eyes kept falling on Fu Heng's back.
That grandpa is so fierce, will he beat his uncle?
"Don't be afraid, grandpa won't be a big man."
Mrs. Fu is such a smart person, how could she not see Qingqing's secret worries?
She sighed in her heart, moved, and with some inexplicable guilt. It
was all her fault. When she followed her husband and was busy with his career, she didn't teach her only son well.
The couple seemed to have firmly believed that it was all Fu Heng's fault, which caused Qingqing to become like this.
Unfortunately, Qingqing was still ignorant and did not understand the two old people's thoughts at all, and had no way to explain to Fu Heng.
The Fu brothers did not know what Fu Heng talked about after he followed his grandfather to the study, but they could see that his grandfather and grandmother liked their mother very much.
Not only the mother of the child, but
also the mother when she grew up should also be very pleasing to the two elders. In fact, this is indeed the case. If the two elders of the Fu family had not tried their best to match them up, Fu Heng would not have married Qingqing before she graduated from university. Even if
the two people have a good impression of each other, they should wait until Qingqing graduates before talking about marriage.
Madam Fu needs four hours for dialysis each time, and she needs to do it twice a week.
It was just a coincidence today. When Fu Heng and his friends came, they happened to meet Madam Fu doing dialysis.
But if it wasn't such a coincidence, Fu Heng would not have known that both his parents were sick and had kept it a secret from him for so long!
This couple is great.
Fu Heng almost laughed out of anger. Don't be too relieved too soon. The reason he laughed was that he was extremely angry.
From morning to noon, Fu Heng and his father were soaking in the study.
The servants passing by could occasionally hear a few angry roars, which frightened them so much that they quickly quickened their pace and slipped away.
Then, in less than a morning, everyone in the Fu family knew that the old man and the master had quarreled and were very angry.
In fact, it was only Fu Chengte who was scolding his son the whole time.
Saying that he was useless and couldn't even keep his wife.
After Fu Heng learned that his wife had more than one divorce plan, he fell into a strange silence.
He seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist, and an inexplicable depression covered everything, even the curses of his father could not be heard clearly.
So much so that Fu Chengde talked dryly for a whole morning, but when he turned around, he found that this unlucky son didn't hear a word he said.
"Fu Heng!" A loud roar made Fu Heng's eardrums hurt slightly.
Before he could come to his senses, the old man swung his cane in anger: "I said so much, were you listening?"
He was very fierce, but the cane only hit the armrest of the sofa every time, and could not touch Fu Heng at all.
The old man who said one thing and meant another.
"I heard it." Fu Heng said, "But the problem now is not whether Qingqing can be saved, but whether Qingqing can change back."
If Qingqing can't change back, I'm afraid that in a year and a half, their marriage will automatically fail, and he won't even have a chance to save it.
"Then go and find a way. Why are you trying to show off here? Go back early after lunch. Is there nothing to do in the company? If you don't treat your work well and ruin the business I worked so hard to build, I will beat you to death!"
The old man said this long paragraph without taking a breath, which made Fu Heng doubt whether he was really sick or faking it.
But no matter whether it was true or not, there was one thing Fu Heng felt he needed to explain to the two elders.
"You don't have to rush me away. I have decided to take Qingqing to stay in the old house for a while to accompany my mother."
It was impossible to accompany the old man, but Fu Heng was willing to accompany his mother.
As for the old man? They just happened to live together.
I have to say that the way this father and son expressed their emotions was really awkward and speechless.
By lunch time, Mrs. Fu had already finished dialysis.
The old lady got up energetically, wearing an elegant long cheongsam, holding Qingqing's hand, and took her to the garden to pick flower petals.
Mrs. Fu had just promised that she would make fresh flower and coconut milk jelly for Qingqing.
Before dinner, they had to pick the flower petals and make the coconut milk jelly, so that they could eat it in the afternoon after freezing.
"Qingqing can pick any flower petals she likes."
Mrs. Fu smiled and handed Qingqing a small flower basket. The little girl carried the flower basket and walked back and forth among the flowers, but she didn't pick the flowers.
She looked very embarrassed.
"What's wrong, Qingqing doesn't like to eat flower petals?" Mrs. Fu squatted down and asked softly.
She was not thoughtful enough. If the child doesn't like it, no matter what we do, it won't work.
"If they don't like it, then we can eat something else."
"No." Qingqing shook her head: "Qingqing doesn't dislike it, but the teacher said that we should take good care of flowers and plants. The flowers are so beautiful. If Qingqing picks them, they will cry in pain."
In order to show some small stories to children more vividly, kindergarten teachers usually use pictures or small cartoons to describe them.
The most commonly used material is the personification of flowers and plants.
So in the simple and innocent hearts of children, flowers and plants also have human emotions. They will cry when they are hurt and laugh when they are happy. They are equal to them.
Little Qingqing is kind-hearted.
Mrs. Fu's eyes were gentle. She took Qingqing's little hand and turned back to the house.
"Aren't we going to pick the flowers?" Qingqing looked up at Madam Fu in confusion.
"No, grandma, make another snack for Qingqing." In addition to coconut milk jelly, there are also coconut milk glutinous rice balls.
The glutinous rice flour steamed with milk and white sugar is sweet and sticky. The middle is wrapped with frozen concentrated coconut milk, rolled into balls, and then coated with a layer of coconut flakes. It's done.
Even among a large table of high-end dishes, this dish of exquisite glutinous rice balls has won everyone's favor.
Fu Chengde was the first to reach out his chopsticks to pick it up, but was pushed away by Madam Fu without any hesitation: "Your teeth are almost broken, you are not allowed to eat this, leave it for Qingqing."
The last sentence is the key point.
"Children will lose their teeth if they eat too much sweets."
Fu Chengti grumbled unwillingly when he didn't get to eat the snacks made by his wife, but he didn't dare to pick up his chopsticks.
It wasn't because he was afraid, but because he knew his wife really cared about him, so he was willing to obey.
Mrs. Fu knew that she had to treat everyone equally. Although she didn't give her husband glutinous rice balls, she made purple rice dumplings for him.
This thing is steamed soft and has a light taste, which is very suitable for the elderly.
Others were not ignored either, and each person was given a glutinous rice ball and a purple rice dumpling, which was very fair.
"Thank you, grandma." Fu Sixen smiled and thanked him in an intimate manner.
Although he had an average relationship with his mother in the past, he had absolutely no opinion on the two elderly people who loved him.
Moreover, grandma gave the majority of his entrepreneurial fund that year.
The office building where Fu Sixen's studio is located originally belonged to Madam Fu.
"Thank you, grandma, you can eat too."
Compared with his lively younger brother, Fu Sixen's relationship with the two elders is okay, but obviously not that close.
It's not that there is any problem, it's just that Fu Sijian's personality is the same as his father's, he is relatively dull and not very good at taking the initiative to get close to people.
But Mrs. Fu loves both grandchildren equally, and while taking care of Qingqing's meals, she will also take the opportunity to take care of them.
The final result is that all three of them were fed.
There is a kind of hunger, and your grandma thinks you are hungry when she calls you.
Fu Sijian, who ate too much and had a stomachache, had to go out for a walk to digest the food.
Hearing that he was going for a walk, Fu Sixhen immediately responded, and Qingqing also clamored to go with him.
It happened that Mrs. Fu had some private words to tell her son, so she let the three children go out to play, and especially reminded the two older ones to keep an eye on the only young one.
Without Grandma's instructions, Fu Sishen and Fu Sijin would have done as they were told, and they agreed readily.
The sun was a little too strong at noon, so Fu Sijin was more considerate and brought an umbrella with him.
The umbrella was not big, but it was enough to protect Qingqing from the sun.
The Fu family's ancestral home was halfway up the mountain, and there was a forest behind the house.
There were no animals in it, so it was very safe, so the two brothers could take Qingqing out for a stroll without worry.
Most of the trees in this forest were maple leaves, but now in the middle of winter, the maple leaves had already fallen off, leaving only bare trees.
It was okay to see during the day, but at night, it might be a little scary.
With her two sons around, Qingqing didn't have to fly the umbrella by herself.
She held one in each hand, and using the pulling force of her hands, her little body mischievously tilted forward, as if she was about to fly.
Occasionally, she would deliberately retract her legs to let her body float in the air. It was only because Fu Sizhen and his brother were strong, otherwise they really couldn't hold this little monkey up the mountain.
While walking around, Qingqing suddenly discovered something.
She stopped, squatted down curiously, pointed her little hand at a place on the ground and asked, "What is this?"
Fu Sishen walked over in confusion, only to see a cluster of colorful mushrooms with a faint glare emerging from the pile of dead leaves.
He immediately pulled Qingqing back: "Don't get close, that one is poisonous."
"Poisonous mushrooms?" Fu Sishen also saw those colorful mushrooms.
It was the first time he saw mushrooms in the wild, and the first one he saw was poisonous.
His luck was too good.
"Can we pick it and eat it?" Qingqing was a little eager to try, but unfortunately she was rejected twice.
"No!"
Regardless of whether these mushrooms were poisonous or not, the Fu brothers would not let Qingqing take the risk to try.
"Okay." Qingqing was a little disappointed and couldn't help but muttered softly: "Obviously the little bird ate it."
Not wanting to give up, Qingqing quickly squatted down and grabbed a mushroom while her sons were not paying attention, and hid it in her pocket.
When Fu Sijin heard the movement and cast a look, Qingqing returned an innocent look.
Fu Sijian, who didn't notice anything, turned back quickly. He took Qingqing's hand again and led her back. They
had been out for half an hour, and it was almost time to go back.
They had to go home later to pack some clothes.
Fu Sijian already knew that his father was going to live in the old house for a while. Although his father's attitude was that he and his brother could live there or not, it was up to them, but Fu Sijian still decided to move in with them.
In this situation with grandpa and grandma, to put it bluntly, it meant seeing them less and less. He hoped that at least for now, while it was still possible, he could come and accompany the old people more often.
Fu Sishen had no plans to stay.
It was not that he was unfilial, but that he had a carefree personality and did not think of this.
In terms of sensibility, Fu Sixhen completely inherited his uncle's lack of common sense. He would never think too much unless he was touched by a special situation.
The three of them returned to the old house one after another. Fu Heng had already finished talking to his parents.
Mrs. Fu was very happy that her son was willing to stay with her daughter-in-law to accompany the two elders, but Fu Chengte was a little unhappy.
He was not one of those lonely old people who longed for the company of the younger generation. He only needed to call his children to see him occasionally when he missed them, but not at other times. He did not want to have a son who liked to control him in the family.
Unfortunately, his opinion was not used as a reference standard for the mother and son.
The old house of the Fu family originally had Fu Heng's room and clothes and other things, so he didn't have to go home to get them.
Qingqing's was simpler. She just had to take Fu Heng's childhood clothes for her to wear.
These items that carry memories were well preserved by Madam Fu. When they were taken out again, they looked as clean as if they were newly bought.
She also had two sets of spare clothes in her nanny bag, which would last for one or two days, enough for the adults to buy a bunch of new clothes.
Fu Sijin was more troublesome. Although he also had a room in the old house, there was nothing in it, so he had to go home to pack his clothes before he could move in the next day.
So after dinner, Fu Sijin and his brother said goodbye to their grandparents and left, and the two brothers drove home together.
"Grandma, look, a big dinosaur!"
Qingqing walked barefoot on the soft carpeted floor and handed the dinosaur model in her hand to Madam Fu as if she were showing it to her.
After just half a day of getting along, she already regarded Madam Fu as her new friend.
Children don't care about age or other issues. As long as someone is willing to play with them patiently, they are all good people.
Fu Chengte was a little jealous, and couldn't help but move over to talk to Qingqing: "Qingqing, can you do arithmetic?"
"I can't." Super invincible said confidently.
Mrs. Fu's laughter came from the side, and Fu Chengte didn't give up, and encouraged Qingqing again and again: "Then can grandpa teach you?"
"Okay." Qingqing is a baby who loves to learn: "Qingqing can count from one to one hundred." She also knows how to report her learning progress.
"Then let's learn addition and subtraction."
Those who can become business tycoons are not bad at math, but this big guy is lying on a small table, holding a notebook and teaching kindergarten children that one plus one equals two.
Fu Heng, who had just finished taking a shower and walked downstairs, saw this scene. He paused slightly and then quietly retreated to the balcony.
His cell phone vibrated, and someone called.
"It's me." The number calling was obviously unfamiliar, but the voice on the other end of the phone was Bai Qiyu's.
Fu Heng was not surprised by this. He asked directly: "I found out."
"Well, there are a few photos of you when you were a child in the express delivery. The sender lives in this city. The address is..., it's an express delivery agency. The sender should live near the new city."
"It's possible that he doesn't live there." Fu Heng said calmly.
"I know, but since I have found the clues, I have to go and take a look." Bai Qiyu knew the importance of every clue.
"Okay, you go check it first, I'll go and check with you tomorrow."
"No need, I can handle this little thing by myself, but I have some doubts about those photos, because they were not given to me, so I can't guess what they mean. I'll send them to you now, and you can take a look for yourself."
"Okay."
Within three seconds, three different photos were sent to Fu Heng's mobile phone.
These photos have been specially encrypted and can only be opened with a special password.
If the password is wrong, or the password is entered for too long, the photos inside will immediately delete themselves, and will never leave any traces.
The specific password Bai Qiyu had already told Fu Heng and Gu Lan. This is the common password agreed upon by the three of them. It is used to decrypt such secret documents and can also be used to confirm the authenticity of the other party at critical moments.
After all, this world is full of fantasy, so Bai Qiyu had to be more cautious.
After entering the password, the decryption process took some time, and Fu Heng waited patiently.
Before long, three slightly blurred photos with slightly yellowed edges appeared one by one.
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