Little Bird Hotel 109
Huang Fuda couldn't sleep well again, waking up in terror from nightmares for three days in a row and unable to fall back asleep. There was no news from Fang Chuan, except for that plane ticket.
And as for Bao Rongxiang, although there's no evidence, he's still feeling uneasy.
He couldn't sleep well at night, and his mood was bad during the day. He came out of the meeting room with a heavy heart, and then he was hugged by a bright pink butterfly.
"dad!"
The sound was so loud that people who needed to drink water and those who didn't came out.
Huang Fuda looked at her and asked, "Why did you come here?"
"I want Daddy to hold me." Little Star opened her arms and looked up at him.
Huang Fuda, leaning on his cane, patted her head and said, "Uncle can't hold you now."
He looked at the unfamiliar woman next to Little Star. The woman seemed very well-mannered and proper.
"Young Master Huang, the young lady is insisting on seeing you."
Huang Fuda looked down at Xiaoxing, who was tugging at his pants, and helplessly reached out to ask someone next to him for help, picking her up with one hand.
"You won't be responsible if your uncle falls."
Little Star hugged Huang Fuda's neck and said with great pride, "Daddy will never drop me."
Huang Fuda glanced around at the people, and the employee who had been peering out quickly pulled his neck back.
I went into the office and closed the door.
The woman was Yang Xinxing's childcare worker, surnamed Tang. She said that little Xingxing had been wanting to come for a long time, and today was Saturday, so she finally came because she couldn't refuse anymore.
Yang Xinxing sat on Huang Fuda's lap, asking him to accompany her home that night.
"Is President Yun here today?" Huang Fuda turned to ask her.
"The young master is away on a business trip recently. I don't know if he will be back today."
Yang Xinxing grabbed Huang Fuda's hand and asked, "Isn't Dad's house also in that big house? The butler said that the room to the left of Xingxing is Dad's, so why doesn't Dad go home?"
"Your uncle's house isn't there. You can't call me Dad anymore, you have a new dad now."
"Uncle Yun won't let me call him Dad."
Huang Fuda paused, then lowered his eyes.
It was just time to leave work, so Huang Fuda decided to give her a ride home. As he walked out of the building, he was stopped by the childcare worker.
"Young Master Huang, please get in our car. It's safer that way."
The Yun family's car has bulletproof glass.
Huang Fuda had his driver follow behind him before getting into the Yun family's car.
After arriving at the Yun family's house, Xiaoxing insisted that Huang Fuda stay at home and play with her for a while. When Huang Fuda saw that Yun Ge was not there, he waited until Xiaoxing fell asleep before coming out of the room. As soon as he was about to go downstairs, he saw Yun Ge, who had just entered the room.
"Young Master Yun."
Yung didn't reply.
Huang Fuda leaned on his cane with one hand and gripped the stair railing with the other. By the time he came down, Yun Ge had already taken off his coat and was sitting on the sofa.
He walked to Yunge's vicinity, unsure whether he should sit down. Just then, the nanny poured two glasses of water and placed them on the table. Huang Fuda looked at the glasses and then sat down.
"I just got Yang Xinxing to sleep," Huang Fuda continued. "She's just not used to being alone, she'll get used to it eventually. I won't be coming all the time."
Yunge looked up at him. "I've already sent her to kindergarten as you suggested. I can't stay home with her every day."
"or……"
...find her another family.
Huang Fuda swallowed the rest of his sentence.
"Or what?" Yun Ge asked calmly.
"How about the family finds her someone her own age?"
"You mean, it's not enough for me to raise one for you, you have to raise another one for someone else too?" Yun Ge got up to go upstairs.
Huang Fuda reached out and grabbed him, then said with a smile, "Brother, that's not what I meant."
Yunge leaned down to look at him: "Who are you calling 'brother'? There's no brother here."
“Young Master Yun, I never said I wanted you to adopt her. If you find it too troublesome, I can find someone else for her.”
"So I went to all this trouble? I put her at someone else's house, and then you come back to me every now and then begging me to take you to see her?"
Seeing that Yun Ge was angry, Huang Fuda sat back down and said, "Brother, I won't bother you anymore."
Yung continued to press closer, asking expressionlessly, "So I was just being redundant?"
Huang Fuda instinctively reached out to grasp Yun Ge's hands, but was momentarily distracted by the light from the ring on his hand.
He quickly withdrew his hand and looked directly at Yun Ge, "Why did you adopt Yang Xinxing? Is it because of my car accident?"
Yunge sat down and picked up his glass. "Didn't we say back then that it was because you were injured in a car accident?"
"Is it because I was injured in a car accident, or because you caused me to be injured in a car accident?"
The cup made a crisp sound when it was placed on the table.
“I never intended for you to get into a car accident,” Yung said indifferently, glancing at his hands and legs. “And do you think you’re still alive and well because of who has been protecting you all this time?”
Yun Ge got up and went straight upstairs.
"I'm very busy and don't want to have to take care of the child every time I come back. This is your child, you should figure out how to take care of him."
What could Huang Fuda do but hold Xiaoxingxing and promise to see her twice a week, on the condition that she behaves well at home.
Three weeks later, construction began on the Cloud Island project.
There was still no news from Fang Chuan, but Huang Fuda learned that Fang Chuan's father had passed away.
Upon receiving the news, he felt relieved, not because of Fang's father's death, but because Fang Chuan would definitely attend Fang's father's funeral.
Besides Fang's father, Bai Zhi also died. It is said that the two suffered from food poisoning and could not be saved.
On the day of the funeral, Huang Fuda hid in the car and successfully met Fang Chuan at the door.
Fang Chuan's hair had grown longer, and he had lost weight.
With many people around, Huang Fuda couldn't get out of the car, so he waited inside.
He chain-smoked, recalling the figure he had just seen, his mind unusually calm.
Fang Chuan is still standing perfectly fine, and that's enough.
After waiting for a long time, he saw Fang Chuan walk out alone and smoke under a tree.
Huang Fuda got out of the car wearing a jacket, jeans, a baseball cap, and a face mask.
As soon as he got out of the car, Fang Chuan looked over and watched him walk to his side.
Fang Chuan.
Fang Chuan smiled at him, then looked at the ring on Huang Fuda's hand.
"Mr. Huang, it's been a long time."
"..."
What does he call himself?
Huang Fuda was stunned. "...Long time no see."
"It was delayed for quite a while, but I will still be in charge of the Yunquanhui project from now on. It's been a pleasure working with you."
Huang Fuda's gaze shifted from Fang Chuan's face to Fang Chuan's hands, which were empty. He frowned and reached out to take Fang Chuan's hand, but Fang Chuan abruptly pulled away.
"How many cigarettes has Mr. Huang smoked? He smells like smoke all over himself."
"Not much." Huang Fuda withdrew his hand.
"Smoking too much is bad for your health, and Mr. Huang's leg hasn't fully recovered yet, so he should smoke less."
Fang Chuan stared at Huang Fuda's face, then said out of the blue, "I'm not afraid of catching a cold."
"?"
"Isn't it stuffy wearing a mask?" he asked softly.
"fine."
Huang Fuda looked up at the tree and said, "All the leaves have fallen off."
"Hmm." Fang Chuan lowered his eyes.
Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan's face, then silently lowered his head and lit a cigarette.
He took off his mask and had just taken two puffs when Fang Chuan took the cigarette away.
Fang Chuan put the cigarette in his mouth, stared intently at Huang Fuda's face under the mask, and then took a deep drag.
Fang Chuan said, "Don't smoke anymore, I can't stand the smell of smoke."
His behavior was so abnormal that Huang Fuda's initial anger dissipated into confusion. His gaze swept over Fang Chuan's collar, pockets, cuffs, and watch before finally returning to Fang Chuan's face.
He saw Fang Chuan open his mouth and move it silently twice, then raise his hand to show Huang Fuda his watch, "Mr. Huang, it's getting late, I have to go inside and keep an eye on things, so I'll go in first."
After watching Fang Chuan's figure disappear, Huang Fuda returned to his car. He threw his hat and mask aside and then asked Xiao Zhang, "Was I a little silly just now?"
"Huh?" Xiao Zhang turned around. "What's wrong, Brother Da?"
“I’m using crutches, so no matter how I try to disguise it, it’s useless.” Huang Fuda looked down at his clothes. “I actually forgot about that.”
"...I thought Brother Da had changed his taste."
Huang Fuda remained silent, stroking the ring and glancing at the door again.
"Let's go back to the company first."
"Is that all? Why didn't you stay a little longer?"
"It's not convenient. Let's go first."
Judging from Fang Chuan's tone, he intends to stay in Xianye from now on, so there's no rush. The Yunquanhui project will be completed in a month, giving them plenty of opportunities.
Huang Fuda held the cigarette butt that Fang Chuan had secretly slipped to him between his fingers, then put it in his mouth and smiled with his eyes lowered.
Mr. Huang has been particularly interested in the Yunquanhui project lately, and he wants to visit it both in the morning and in the afternoon.
Then, quite by chance, we ran into Mr. Fang, who had come to the site to supervise the construction.
Mr. Fang was wearing a safety helmet, holding a notebook, and his leather shoes were covered in dust. It was unclear how long he had been working on the construction site.
Huang Fuda gave Fang Chuan a look, then walked towards a secluded corner inside the construction building where no one was around. After waiting for 5 minutes, Fang Chuan arrived.
He was holding up a piece of paper:
[I'm being listened to, don't make a sound. I miss you so much.]
Huang Fuda opened his arms and watched as Fang Chuan was carefully lifted up. His hand reached out to touch Fang Chuan's head, but instead touched the helmet. Huang Fuda's hand immediately moved to Fang Chuan's waist.
I've really lost weight.
Huang Fuda lowered his head with heartache and kissed Fang Chuan's nose. He saw that Fang Chuan's face was pale, and the arm he was holding tightly was still trembling slightly.
He touched Fang Chuan's face and silently asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Fang Chuan shook his head, then took Huang Fuda's hand and placed it on his chest, where there was a hard ring in his palm.
Fang Chuan wrote on the paper:
It's not lost, don't be angry.
The two quickly wrote on the paper, but even after more than ten minutes, they still couldn't finish expressing their longing for each other over the past month.
Staying too long would arouse suspicion, so Huang Fuda finally took off Fang Chuan's helmet, lowered his head, and wanted to give Fang Chuan a long kiss. He had been holding that cigarette butt in his mouth for several days; he missed Fang Chuan so much.
But Fang Chuan kept dodging, his body trembling. Huang Fuda's eyes gradually darkened, and he questioned on the paper: "Where have you been all this time?"
I have to go now. Come out again in a little while.
Huang Fuda grabbed Fang Chuan, preventing him from leaving, his brows furrowed, clearly angry.
Fang Chuan pursed his lips, pulled his hand away, and then quickly left.
Fairy Leaf has almost no winter and almost no snow. Its autumn is long, and so is its rain. The leaves on the ground can never be completely swept away; after the poplars have shed their leaves, the maple trees begin to shed them. The leaves, beaten down by the rain, twirl and fall into the puddles. Even the old man in the orange sanitation worker's uniform puts down his broom and sits under the eaves of the shops to enjoy the autumn scenery.
Rain pattered on the awning, and the radio crackled and blared opera tunes. The young shop assistant wiped the glass display case at the cash register with a cloth, whispering to the owner, "Auntie, I really did hear gunshots last night."
The proprietress put two more packs of cigarettes in the cabinet and casually said, "I think you woke yourself up because you farted too loudly last night."
He pulled his sleeves up tighter, leaned against the doorway, and looked towards the thick smoke in the west. "It rains every day, how could it still catch fire?"
The young woman also walked to the door, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the proprietress, looked over there, and said, "Last night I heard a few popping sounds, and then it exploded over there. Gas cylinders exploded, and several of them exploded in succession. Even the glass of our shop door shook."
A black car slowly pulled up to the side of the road, and a tall, young man got out, holding an umbrella. The young woman's eyes lit up, her ears flushed, and she walked to the cashier, asking, "Handsome, what would you like to order?"
Fang Chuan placed the umbrella by the door, patted the water droplets off his trench coat, and walked in with his head slightly lowered. He casually pointed to the cigarettes in the cabinet and said, "Get me a pack of these."
While the younger sister was making change, Fang Chuan smiled and said, "My phone is dead. Can I use yours to send a text message?"
"Yes, yes."
Fang Chuan took the phone.
[Boss, I'm waiting for you at Room 109, Xiaoniao Hotel, Sanwa Road. It's a small hotel with a pink sign on the side of the road, easy to find. Don't wear a suit, it'll be too conspicuous. I'll wait until 2 PM. If you're busy, it's okay if you don't come, but I wasn't listening in this morning, and I really miss you. Don't reply to other people's calls.]
He deleted the message immediately after sending it and apologized to the shop assistant, saying, "I forgot the person's phone number and didn't send it. Thank you for lending me your phone, keep the change."
After the car drove away, the young woman stood at the door again, stretched out her arm to touch the top edge of the door, and asked, "Boss lady, how tall do you think he is? You have to duck to get in."
The proprietress gave her another half handful of sunflower seeds, saying, "I remember when I built this shop, it was 1.8 meters tall. Once this area is demolished, I'll make my new shop even taller."
"Laowa District is such a big area, when will our area be demolished?"
The wind ripped the roof apart, and the sanitation worker scooted further inside, turned up the radio volume, shook his head, and said, "Soon..."
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