Mr. Fu's little ancestor is reborn

Chapter 393 Chapter 392

In November, the weather is getting cooler, and the little guy has already started to be restless after the well-behaved time in the confinement period.

Crying three times a day is the basic.

Mr. Fu half-returned to work.

Jiang Yi often gets his scalp numb when he is quarreled at home.

I still remember that in mid-November, Jiang Yi answered a work call, but what I heard on the other side of the phone were all the crying of the little guy.

So, Mrs. Fu, who was a new mother, couldn't hold back and coaxed the little guy.

The confinement sister-in-law saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly left with the child in her arms.

It happened in the afternoon, and it was night when I regretted it.

Probably to make up for the little guy, Jiang Yi took the initiative to ask Ying to sleep with the little guy at night.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Fu's phone rang, waking up the little guy, whimpering and waking up gradually.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone.

Fu Xiting was leaning against the bedside with his mobile phone, like an octogenarian who suddenly aged dozens of years.

Jiang Yi noticed something strange and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Fu Xiting's eyes were scarlet, his unbearable grief was mixed with grief, and he vividly reflected all the seven emotions and six desires, love, hatred, and hatred in the world.

He said: "Take the child back to the villa!"

The little guy has been born for a long time and has never seen his grandma.

Fu Xiting didn't make a suggestion, and Jiang Yi didn't mention it. Firstly, she and Meng Shu didn't have a good relationship, and secondly, her husband didn't ask her not to worry about it.

But today, this person suddenly mentioned this matter in the early morning and late at night.

Jiang Yi vaguely knew that something had happened.

In the middle of the night, the two left Yuyuan with the concubine and went straight to the villa. The little guy was wrapped in a thick blanket, and the concubine held the concubine tightly in her arms and followed the couple into a courtyard.

As soon as the footsteps reached the iron gate, the sound of mourning came slowly from the room, the sobbing sound was like a wronged kid in the middle of the night.

Wen Qi's cries became more mournful each time.

Hearing Jiang Yi's heart overflowing with emotions, he vaguely remembered Zou Yin's crying on the day he was buried.

Desperate, powerless, watching the person in front of me leave him little by little, powerless.

In front of the door, Fu Xiting stopped Jiang Yi: "I'll just go in."

Jiang Yi looked at him with firm and gentle eyes: "Let's go together!"

People who are about to die will eventually be relieved.

If Meng Shu is not, she is also Fu Xiting's mother.

This journey, give or take.

Wen Qi knelt by the bed, saw Fu Xiting coming in with the child in his arms, and urgently called to Meng Shu who was lying on the bed at the dying moment: "Madam, Madam, Yan Ting is here with the child, didn't you say it? Take a look, let's take a look." .”

Probably Wen Qi's call played a role.

Meng Shu slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing her open her eyes, Wen Qi called Fu Xiting excitedly and gave him the seat beside the bed.

Fu Xiting sat beside the bed with the child in his arms.

Meng Shu raised her hand, struggled a few times, and slowly lowered it in mid-air. It was difficult for a person who was once so proud to raise her hand now.

Fu Xiting held her hand after many years, and in just a split second, tears welled up in Meng Shu's eyes.

It has been more than ten years since her husband died.

From when he was a child to when he had a child, Meng Shu couldn't even remember the long time.

Fu Xiting held her hand, holding the hand of the baby in swaddling.

She said: Great, you are not alone.

The intersection of the three generations silently arises at midnight.

And in an instant, it disappeared again.

All of a sudden, there was the sound of mourning in the room, and the doctor's indifferent announcement: "On November 2012, [-], at [-]:[-] in the morning, Mrs. Fu passed away."

Fu Xiting sat beside the bed with the child in his arms, looked at the pale-faced Meng Shu, and recalled the scene when he was young in his mind.

Meng Shu is very beautiful.

I like to wear skirts of various colors.

And when he was a child, whenever he went out with his father, he would go into the mall to help his mother choose a nice dress.

The first thing I took home was for Meng Shu to try it on.

Wearing a nice dress, she asked him with a bright smile, "Is mom pretty?"

He nodded: "It looks good."

Fu Xiting's tears splashed on the little guy's face, the little guy moaned, and then burst into tears.

When Jiang Yi took the little guy from Fu Xiting's hands, Fu Xiting's eyes were lost, and he said two words with grief.

He said, "It's beautiful."

Jiang Yi walked to the door and heard forbearable cries coming from the room.

The Fu family gave him a good education and made him a normal person, but they didn't give him an environment to play. For Fu Xiting, Meng Shu was a thorn in the side.

Died distressed, alive hate.

On November [-], Meng Shu's funeral ended, and Fu Xiting became more and more reticent.

The only smiles were given to his wife and children.

But every time he was away from others, he sat alone in a certain place like an old man without roots.

Adrift, without any sense of belonging.

On November [-]th, Jiang Yi was worried about Fu Xiting, and while her daughter was asleep, she went to Dongting Group, opened the door and entered, and the smell of cigarettes filled the room so much that she couldn't keep her eyes open.

Guan Qing said: Chairman Fu seems to be ill.

Jiang Yi saw that he was really sick. He couldn't leave his cigarettes every day. The office seemed to be the scene of a fire. He often took a shower and changed clothes before going home, so as to hide the truth.

On November [-]th, Wen Ziqi came to the capital to talk about work, and Mengyao went with him. They were both very happy when they saw the book exhibition. Looks like Jiang Fu?"

Jiang Yi was shocked at first glance, and it was inevitable that this happened at night.

Talking to Fu Xiting about this in the middle of the night, Mr. Fu pondered for a moment, and then seriously responded to his wife: "You want to tell me? Jiang Fu crossed over and became your daughter?"

Mrs. Fu:
November 23, Meng Shu's [-]th.

Fu Xiting went to visit the grave, probably recalling the sad things. He had a meal at night and opened a bottle of red wine. Jiang Yi, crying like a child.

Without saying a word, wept bitterly.

At the end, he asked Jiang Yi: "What is the meaning of hatred?"

Jiang Yi told him: "Recognize yourself."

This heart-to-heart exchange ended on the bed. The first love between the two after Jiang Yi gave birth was obviously not smooth.

Jiang Yi took pity on him and said soft words sentence by sentence.

Mr. Fu put his arms around her, and tears wet her shoulders.

In the past, Fu Xiting took her emotions into consideration, but now, Jiang Yi seemed to have grown up overnight.

She stroked the man's shoulder and tore open her wound in a brisk and humorous tone: "Don't be sad, I have two mothers, and I can share one with you."

The man suddenly laughed.

Lifting his head, he kissed her fiercely.

A broken voice escaped her throat, turning into a whimper.

November 2012, 24, the fourth year since 09.

On this day, the capital ushered in the first big drop in temperature from autumn to winter.

When Mr. Fu got up in the morning, he didn't see his wife and daughter by his side. He got up to wash and went downstairs, but he still didn't see anyone. He found Su Xin and asked, "Where's your wife?"

Su Xin was shocked, looking at Fu Xiting with horror: "Sir?"

"It's cold, let the wife add more clothes."

Su Xin hurriedly asked: "Sir, what's madam?"

Suxin has followed him for many years, and when he rarely made mistakes, Fu Xiting saw him panicked and raised his voice, with a little displeasure in his eyes: "Jiang Yi."

Suxin didn't expect that a psychological war would be arranged in the morning, and she guessed what the business overlord meant.

The name Jiang Yi was thinking in his mind.

I thought of Mr. Fu's fiancee who was not engaged yet.

She was thinking about it when Guan Qing came.

The oppressive feeling disappeared from her body, and Suxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Guan Qing came straight with the documents and eagerly reported on today's work: "Today we will sign a contract extension with Maida, and the location is here."

"Maida's contract is all about 09, and you're just talking about it now?" The man looked displeased, and a sense of coercion swept over him.

Guan Qing looked up in astonishment, and after looking at his watch, he dared to refute Fu Xiting: "Sir, it's 09."

"impossible."

Guan Qing took out his mobile phone and handed it to him.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the time, only for a moment, Su Xin saw that this usually calm business tycoon suddenly turned around and went upstairs, and staggered a few times because of his eager pace.

The man pushed open the door of the baby room on the second floor, and saw that the guest bed was placed in the room that was originally full, and his heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Yi's slight complaint sounded in his mind: "I told you that the room was small, but you didn't listen, but it's better now."

Where else is there a crib.

He turned around and went to the bedroom cloakroom, opened the door of the cloakroom, and the bright colors disappeared from his eyes.

His suit, coat, and shirt hung in the entire cloakroom, which looked empty.

"Mr. Fu, can your clothes still be squeezed? There are not enough cabinets."

Fu Xiting has never been in such a flustered moment, and his heartbeat at this moment is comparable to the day when Jiang Yi gave birth.

He experienced Meng Shu's death before and after, and at this time, his wife and children disappeared.

Is it all a dream?
Is it all a big dream?
Is it rare for him, Fu Xiting, to be a loner in this life?
The man wowed, and a mouthful of blood flowed down his mouth.

He held onto the wall of the cloakroom and slowly slid down to sit on the ground. The neatly dressed man bent his knees and buried his face in it.

09 years.

09 years.

09 years.

He frantically recited the number in his mind.

After a long time, he suddenly remembered something, and immediately got up and called Guan Qing loudly.

"Guan Qing."

"date."

"May [-]th, you are going to be engaged to Miss Jiang's family today."

May [-]th?

Jiang Fu's plane crash was on May [-]th, so there's still time!In time!

Freud's flower language: You casually shuttle through my dreams.

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　When writing the final chapter, I kept repeating the song "Empty" as a single. Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu set it up as a big dream at the beginning. Halfway through the full text, I suddenly felt too cruel and didn't want to write be. At the end, I suddenly discovered that many characters buried in the early stage have already doomed the ending of this article.

　　The ending is set, thank you for your company and encouragement during this time, because of you, I can go further and further on the road of writing stories.

　　 On January 2023, [-], Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu and I waved goodbye to everyone.

　　
　
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