"Hey, look, that guy is coming again."
"Whose man is this? He's so handsome! This is the first time I've seen such a handsome man in my entire life, old lady."
"I'm afraid his brain isn't working well. Why does he just stand there every day?"
"Tsk tsk, with this look, even if she's not very smart, I'd still be willing to marry her and take her home as a pretty boy. I'd be happy just looking at her every day."
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In the early morning light, a group of residents who had just finished the morning market walked into Wutong Lane.
Most of them were women, chattering about a tall man standing in the distance.
The man was tall and slender, with typical nine-head body proportions. He was wearing a stand-up collar trench coat and looked like the cool and abstinent long-legged Oppa in the popular Korean drama.
The man stood there in the morning light for an unknown amount of time. His forehead hair was already wet with morning dew and hung down obediently.
Among the women, there was a rather bold and aggressive widow who winked at the man and whistled, "Little brother, I like you. Marry me, I won't charge you any money."
Fu Shenzhi raised his eyelids coldly and glanced at the group of people. Just one glance made the chattering group of women quiet down.
The man's eyes were too cold, carrying the chilling chill of swords and weapons, and like frost and snow that had not melted for a thousand years. Facing them made people feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.
Even though the man's facial features were stunningly beautiful, the aura around him made people feel unattainable, as if he were made of ice and snow, and one dared not have any romantic thoughts about him.
The widow said awkwardly, "If you don't want to, then don't. I don't even look down on you. Hey, what's wrong with this guy? Is he just standing here basking in the sun?"
Fu Shenzhi did not answer, but lowered his eyes and stood there, standing next to the stone lions at the gate of the courtyard.
He has been standing here for ten days, standing here at six in the morning and leaving at nine in the evening, never being late for a moment.
Wen Shouren angrily drove him away a few days ago, but later found that Fu Shenzhi was surprisingly persistent, so he just let him go.
However, Wen Shouren never treated Fu Shenzhi well, and his attitude towards him remained unchanged from the beginning.
Fu Shenzhi was not angry, anxious, or annoyed. He just stood quietly at the door, like a student who had done something wrong and was standing quietly as punishment.
His Xiaoyue said that she would help him gain Wen Shouren's trust, and he believed in his Xiaoyue.
Time slipped by unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon. Inside, Zuo You waited for everyone to finish their meal as usual, then grabbed two coarse flour buns and a bowl of warm water, and headed out the door.
At this moment, an old voice came from behind.
"stop!"
Wen Shouren called out to him, "Zuo girl, what are you doing?"
Zuo You scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled twice in an attempt to get away with it.
She groaned inwardly. A few days ago, when she delivered food to the villain, Mr. Wen turned a blind eye. Why did he get interested in meddling with her today?
Wen Shouren glanced at Zuo You and said, "Girl, just give up. I won't get involved in the Fu family's affairs."
Zuo You didn't know how to answer, so he could only scratch his head and giggle, trying to act cute.
But she felt otherwise. After spending nearly half a month together and reading the brief description of the old man in the original novel, Zuo You believed that Wen Shouren was a man with a hard mouth but a soft heart.
This matter must succeed, she must make Fu Shenzhi gain Wen Shouren's trust!
Otherwise, any choice will result in a lose-lose situation for both sides.
Wen Shouren added, "Besides, that Mr. Fu outside is a very precious person. He has been suffering from eating only white flour buns these days."
This can't be played dumb, Zuo You quickly retorted: "Grandpa, my uncle is not what you think."
"He never disliked the steamed buns and always ate them clean."
This statement is true. Fu Shenzhi can eat the precious dishes in a five-star restaurant, and he can also eat two coarse flour buns that cost fifty cents.
The villain is standing on the street corner eating a steamed bun. If you don’t see it with your own eyes, it’s absolutely hard to believe!
Fu Shenzhi ate this for ten days straight, eating nothing but steamed buns and water for lunch and dinner. But he never frowned, simply eating with undivided attention, as if he were enjoying a delicacy. Afterwards, he asked Zuo You for two wet wipes to wipe his hands.
Zuo You felt inexplicably sad and distressed.
Zuo You said: "Grandpa, he suffered a lot in his childhood. Can you give him a chance and believe in him for a while."
Wen Shouren remained silent, waved his hand and turned to leave. Zuo You then took the steamed buns and warm water and brought them to Fu Shenzhi outside the yard.
The man still stood there quietly, like a wolf king with his fangs retracted, unspeakably docile.
Zuo You handed him the steamed bun and said, "Trust me."
The man nodded, his expression calm: "I believe it."
In the blink of an eye, night fell. Zuo You and Wen Tong were quietly working on their final exam papers in the study, while outside the house the wind was raging wildly, slamming against the doors and windows.
Zuo You was startled by the overwhelming wind and put down his pen. The wind tonight was unusually strong and fierce, like a pack of wild wolves howling in despair in the valley.
"Are you worried about...Teacher Fu?" Wen Tong hesitated for a moment, put down his pen and asked.
Zuo You looked out the window, frowned, and nodded.
The wind was so strong that Fu Shenzhi was wearing a thin windbreaker, which might not be enough to keep him warm!
At this time, someone ran into the living room, and the noisy sound could be heard in the study.
Li Xuanxuan shouted, "It's snowing, it's snowing, it's snowing so hard!"
Zuo You was startled and ran to the window to look up. Sure enough, the sky was filled with snowflakes as big as goose feathers, fluttering down like catkins flying all over the city. In the dark night of midwinter, it was breathtakingly beautiful.
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