"I'm quite tired. I'll take a shower and go to bed after dinner. You should go to bed early too. I'll take you out to play again next time we have a holiday."
Fu's mother subconsciously reached out and rubbed Fu Xi's head, and couldn't help but sigh.
After talking with many colleagues, I realized more and more that I spend very little time with my daughter and feel guilty towards her. Although my current job is a little easier, I still don't have much time.
Because I always come back late at night, and I'm usually a bit tired then, so I don't want to go out anymore.
Then, the timing of the holiday coincided with the timing of Fu Xi's holiday.
"Okay." Fu Xi wasn't really keen on her mother taking her out to play. Although she had really longed for it when she was little, she stopped thinking about it later because her mother was busy and didn't have time.
As I grew older, my obsession with going out to play lessened, and now I'm indifferent to it. What I fear more is that spending more time with my mother makes it easier to argue.
Therefore, I feel that the current way of getting along is the most suitable.
After finishing her meal, Fu's mother quickly cleared the dishes and put them away to wash them. Fu Xi immediately rushed over and snatched the bowls away, saying, "Mom, go take a shower and rest. I'll wash them."
"Okay." A relieved smile appeared on Mrs. Fu's face. She put down her chopsticks and went upstairs. Her daughter was so sensible all her life.
I used to be really lazy, and I had to call out to myself many times.
After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Fu Xi tidied up the kitchen and went back to her room.
She subconsciously took out her phone, but didn't see any messages from Wen Xiyang. Her fingertips lingered on their WeChat messages, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally sent him a text message.
Are you busy?
"Not busy." The other end replied instantly, as if they were waiting for her to send a message.
It's getting late, don't you want to go to bed early?
Okay, goodnight, go to sleep early.
Fu Xi finally put down her phone with relief. She was thinking about that man a little, and also because she remembered what he had said on the phone earlier that day: if she needed anything, she could contact him, and he wasn't busy.
She felt that Wen Xiyang seemed so humble, as if he was waiting for her to send a message. She was also afraid that if she didn't send a message, Wen Xiyang might not be able to sleep well.
So I finally decided to send a message.
It seems that was the right decision.
Even someone who's constantly looking at their phone wouldn't reply so quickly. Wen Xiyang's attitude in replying to this message clearly showed that he had been lingering in the WeChat chat window, and then immediately edited a text message as soon as he saw the message.
Fu Xi felt both helpless and fond of this man. Lying in bed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him, and she eventually closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
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Wen Xiyang's gaze remained fixed ahead. Having been in this world for so long, he hadn't experienced a single night of happiness. He still had four more years before he could be with Fu Xi every day.
He still has to endure these four years before he can stop relying on photos, chat logs, and voice messages to get through each night.
"What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force."
Suddenly hearing a voice downstairs, Wen Xiyang couldn't help but frown. He could never forget that voice; it was the transmigration system.
How did it come into this world?
What are you doing here?
"I wanted to give you a little pointers."
"Don't try to talk nonsense to me, I don't understand it." Wen Xiyang casually looked away.
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