Hearing this, Fu's mother's eyes, which had originally dimmed, suddenly lit up. She happily led the way and wanted to take Song Zhi home.
Song Zhi was very cooperative.
"I'll skip the movie and wait until next time. I'm going to visit a friend."
She took a break and spoke to Tang Junhe behind her.
Tang Junhe lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes flickering, looking at Fu's mother holding Song Zhi's hand, he said helplessly: "Then I'll drive you back."
Fu Hongdie was about to refuse immediately.
Her mother had just treated Tang Junhe so badly, how could she have the nerve to use someone else's car now?
Song Zhi nodded in agreement.
"Thank you for your help."
It takes at least an hour to walk back to the compound from here. Considering Fu's mother's physical condition, Song Zhi decided to take a ride back.
The three of them sat in the back seat together.
Fu's mother took Song Zhi aside and chatted with her.
"I heard that you later went to the countryside to be an educated youth. Being an educated youth must have been very hard. Look how thin you have become."
She held Song Zhi's hand tightly, her eyes full of heartache.
If she hadn't given up her spot, she wouldn't have suffered so much.
Fu's mother had also met Song Zhi several times.
She felt even more distressed when she saw the girl who was originally plump and fair, but became as thin as a bamboo pole in just one year.
"It's not hard. Although the countryside is not as prosperous as the capital, there are still some interesting things to do."
Song Zhi shook her head and smiled as she told Fu's mother about her experiences after going to the countryside. She deliberately picked out the interesting ones to tell, which made Fu's mother exclaim in amazement.
"I didn't expect there were so many fun things to do in the countryside. I was too narrow-minded and thought the countryside was only dirty and messy."
Mother Fu sighed.
Song Zhi smiled but didn't say anything.
Dirty, messy and poor is indeed everyone's impression of the countryside, but it cannot be completely regarded as a stereotype. The conditions in the countryside are indeed very poor, but there are also good sides.
Fu Hongdie sat aside, watching the two talking and laughing, and felt relieved.
She couldn't help but look forward. She saw Tang Junhe driving with a dark face the whole time, and she felt extremely helpless.
I can only wait for an opportunity in the future to apologize in person.
Fu Hongdie thought silently in her heart.
The Fu family is a musical family, but it declined in modern times.
The place they lived in the compound was not very good. Unlike Song Zhi and Tang Junhe's families, the Fu family only had a very small two-bedroom apartment, and the location was not good either.
The floor is very low, the sunlight is blocked, and the light in the room is very dim, so you need to turn on the lights even during the day.
Their house is in the shade.
The weather in early winter is already chilly, and after entering the house, there is an even more biting chill, which is not much better than outside.
As soon as Song Zhi entered the room, he smelled the strong scent of Chinese medicine.
It should be due to the medicine I decocted for Fu's mother during this period.
As soon as Fu Hongdie entered the house, she turned on the small light in the living room and asked the two to sit down. She hurried to the kitchen with the fruit she had just bought.
After a while, a fruit plate and a pot of hot tea were brought out.
Seeing Song Zhi sitting on the sofa rubbing her hands because of the cold, she hurriedly filled a hand warmer bottle and handed it to Song Zhi.
"It's cold at home. It will feel a little better if you hold me like this."
Fu Hongdie looked embarrassed when she said this.
Their family conditions were not as good as Song Zhi and Tang Junhe's. Their home was simple and they had nothing decent to entertain them.
Even this fruit plate, all the fruits in it, were defective processed fruits that Fu Hongdie had snapped up.
She cut away the bad parts, which also caused the fruit to look bumpy.
Song Zhi knew that her family was not well off, but she didn't care. After noticing the embarrassment in Fu Hongdie's eyes, she took an apple and took a bite: "This apple is a good buy, it's really sweet."
These words were like a warm current that immediately flowed into Fu Hongdie's heart.
Her eyes were hot as she looked at Song Zhi and said apologetically, "My home is so simple. I'm really sorry."
Song Zhi looked around the small house, which was simple but kept very clean and tidy, and said with a smile, "Don't be so reserved. I think it's quite good. The apples are sweet and the tea is mellow."
Upon hearing this, Fu Hongdie became even more excited.
Fu's mother talked to Song Zhi for a while, but she was not satisfied yet. She looked at Song Zhi kindly and asked about her.
Song Zhi answered them one by one.
The two of them had a very pleasant chat.
"Hongdie, go get the box of snacks from my bedside table and give it to Miss Song to try."
Fu Hongdie obediently went to get the snacks.
This box of snacks was given to her by the troupe when she was elected as the violin chairman of the art troupe last time.
It was the only box of high-end snacks they had.
They were reluctant to eat it, so they kept it until now.
The pastries had been stored for a while, and the edges and corners were a little moldy, but Fu Hongdie and Fu's mother didn't notice. Instead, they enthusiastically invited Song Zhi to taste them.
"Miss Song, try this snack. It was given to us by the group when Hongdie successfully ran for chairman."
Song Zhi looked at the mold spots on the corners of the pastry and didn't dare to eat it at all. However, she couldn't resist Fu's mother's enthusiasm. After hearing her talk about the origin of the pastry, she couldn't refuse. She had to bite her lip, took a piece and took a bite.
“It tastes good.”
She swallowed the bite with difficulty and then gave a compliment against her will.
She was afraid of getting a stomachache if she ate too much, so when Fu's mother tried to persuade her to eat again, she quickly found an excuse.
"I don't really like sweet things, but this dessert tastes really good."
After hearing what she said, Fu's mother stopped persuading her to eat.
On this topic, they suddenly talked about how Song Zhi gave up the opportunity of the art troupe to Fu Hongdie.
Mother Fu's eyes were red as she held Song Zhi's hand and said gratefully, "I only have this one daughter. She is the one I can't let go of the most. I also want to thank you for giving her a job. She is now successful in her career. Even if I die now, I can rest assured."
How could Mrs. Fu not know her own physical condition?
Her health is getting worse and worse, and she might leave this world one day.
Fortunately, her daughter's career is developing very well now. Her leaving means that her daughter will have one less burden, which is actually a good thing.
When Fu Hongdie heard her mother say such things again, her eyes suddenly turned red. She pulled her mother's sleeve and scolded her in a hoarse voice, "Mom, don't say that. You will definitely live a long life."
Mother Fu looked at her, smiled fondly, and her eyes were full of melancholy.
How could she not want to live a long life and always be by her daughter's side, but her body...
A sad atmosphere spread in the small house, causing the air pressure in the whole house to feel a little low.
Song Zhi looked at the mother and daughter and felt very moved, and her eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore.
Fu Hongdie, like her, comes from a single-parent family.
I heard that her father had an accident when she was very young, and she has been dependent on her mother for so many years.
This is very similar to her and Song Anshan.
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