Fu Fengning chuckled, "By the way, it’s really not intentional. If you feel unhappy, don’t drive back by yourself later."
Shen An seemed to perceive something, "Grandpa … Do you know Grandpa?"
Fu Fengning reached out and grabbed Shen An’s hand curled up because of anxiety. "Your grandfather doesn’t think so."
Fu Licheng is still a car.
The footsteps are vain, the eyes are cramped, and there is a hint of evasion and something indescribable.
Fu Fengning naturally didn’t go back. He stopped the car or followed.
At this time, it is near the end of spring, and the afternoon sun shines on the marginal green fields to transpiration the grass in Leng Xiang.
Fu Chi slowly plays a French folk melody with an old guitar in her arms, romantic but with a French language to comfort loneliness.
When I saw Fu Licheng, the guitar suddenly stopped.
But it only stopped for a second or two.
Then Fu Chi looked at Shen An. "Good boy, did you have a good trip to Alaska?"
Shen An dug out a small box of colorful candy from his pocket and carefully handed it to Fu Chi. "Grandpa’s candy was brought back from Alaska … I hope you like it!"
The old and the young are happy.
Fu Licheng was embarrassed. He quietly exhaled and his face was hopeful and lost.
At this time, Shen An took his hand and introduced to Fu Chi, "Grandpa, this is Uncle Fu, and so is Grandpa …"
Shen An took a timid look at Fu Licheng’s novel "It’s also my grandfather, and I invited his old man’s house to listen to our ensemble"
Fu Chi didn’t look at Fu Licheng. He put on his guitar and picked up a lamb curled up at his feet. "Then listen."
Fu Licheng’s eyes seem to be unbelievable.
How many years has it been since he and Fu Chi got so close? He can’t even remember.
I have accumulated ice for most of my life. In this spring afternoon, a child actually saw the light.
At first Fu Chi still didn’t talk to Fu Licheng.
He repeatedly tried to say something to Fu Chi, but he couldn’t erase his face. Half an hour later, he took a look at Fu Fengning, who was teasing the dog by the lake, and suddenly he got up the courage to "pool"
Fu Chi like didn’t hear.
Shen An gently grabbed Fu Chi sleeve and shouted, "Grandpa Fu is calling you-"
Fu Chi was silent for two or three seconds and stretched out his hand and rubbed his Shen An head. "Good boy, you go to your uncle Fu first."
Shen An is a clever and sensible boy. He took a look at Fu Chi and forgot Fu Licheng. He still doesn’t know the true identity of Fu Chi at this time. Naturally, he doesn’t know the love and hate between the two, but he has already noticed the subtlety of the two.
He obediently went to Fu Fengning.
Fu Chi absently looked at Shen An’s back and didn’t turn to see Fu Licheng. He simply said, "It’s better to simply talk about your purpose."
"Ikechi, do you still hate your brother after all these years?"
"hate"
"Chi, your hair is white."
"What else?"
"And … I’m sorry …"
"Oh?"
"I’m sorry brother pool over the years …"
"Don’t confess in front of me. I won’t accept an apology and I won’t forgive you."
"We are old … how many years do you have to be angry with me? We are all this age! You go home with your brother, and your rich brother will give you a pension … "
"Pension?" Fu Chi smiled calmly. "When I realized that I was old at a certain moment, I was actually very happy because it was not far away from the day when I met him again. Put away your pity. After so many years, you still don’t realize your problem. You will always be selfish and hypocritical. Go, brother. I am a lonely old man living in thoughts. I don’t have so many blessings to rely on a powerful brother who has enough to eat and wear."
You!’
"Go home"
"Fu Chi! Can you remember me as a bea? "
"yes"