Quit pampering

The capital is covered in silver.

A stretched Lincoln parked outside the gate of Fu's house.

Wen Zeshu reached into the car and said lovingly, "Yingying, daddy will carry you down."

A little girl's cute and soft voice came from the car, speaking in Cantonese, "I don't need daddy to hold me, I'll go by myself."

As he said this, a little girl got out of the car.

Wen is ten years old this year, wearing a pink princess dress, glass socks, and princess shoes studded with pearls. She looks soft and noble with money piled up in her every move.

Han Xiuya took the fluffy shawl from the bodyguard and draped it over Wen Ying, then tied the rope with two small plush balls on her chest.

Wen Ying's delicate and charming facial features and bright and beautiful smile said, "Is this the Fu family we are going to visit?"

"Don't run around when you get in. Just stay with mommy and daddy, you know?" Wen Zeshu warned.

"I know, Daddy, you know I've always been the best." Wen Ying smiled brightly, her long, fluffy hair was hanging behind her back, and her little face was already charming.

Eight-year-old Wen Xingyu, who has not yet reached the stage of changing his voice, complained to the side and said in a babyish voice, "Sister, I have lived for eight years and I have never seen you behave well."

Wen Ying reached out and patted Wen Xingyu on the head, "Give your sister some face outside."

The Fu family's housekeeper came out at this moment, "Mr. Wen, Mrs. Wen, you have come from afar, please come in."

Wen Ying immediately stood up, held his chin high, and let Wen Zeshu hold hands obediently, stepping into the Fu family's door without any timidity.

The Fu family has been a wealthy family for hundreds of years, and its kind of foundation is unmatched by the so-called wealthy families.

Wen Ying still doesn't understand what the Fu family in Beijing represents.

I don’t understand adult topics either.

All I know is that Daddy and an uncle who looked very elegant and handsome went to the study to talk.

Mommy was drinking tea and chatting with an aunt who looked very elegant and noble.

She is responsible for the cuteness on the side.

Mrs. Fu Lou Yue turned her eyes to her face and praised her sincerely, "Yingying is so beautiful. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up."

Beauty begins to take shape in childhood.

Wen Ying tilted her head and blinked her big eyes, "Auntie is also very beautiful, just like my mommy."

Those eyes were as clear as a lake basking in the sun, without a trace of impurities.

She speaks Chinese.

Wen Ying has been proficient in English, Cantonese and Chinese since she was a child, and when she speaks Mandarin, she doesn’t have the Hong Kong accent at all.

Mrs. Fu was envious and sighed, "I wish I had a daughter like Yingying."

"Auntie doesn't have a child like me?"

"Auntie has no daughter, only a son. He is very good-looking."

Wen Ying's little head turned left and right, "Then why didn't you see your brother?"

Mrs. Fu is very gentle. There are no wrinkles on her face when she smiles, and her age is not visible. "My brother is not in good health, so it is not convenient to see guests."

Wen Ying's big eyes seemed to have regrets, "That's it."

Wen Ying asked politely, "Auntie, where is your bathroom? I want to go to the bathroom."

Mrs. Fu called a servant, "Take Miss Wen to the bathroom."

"Yes." The servant said respectfully, "Miss Wen, please come with me."

"Auntie, I'll excuse you now." Wen Ying said before leaving. He followed the servant with a light and confident step, never looking down at the road.

Mrs. Fu laughed and joked, "Yingying is so cute, I really want her to be my daughter."

Wen Ying could still hear these words when she walked outside the door, with a bright and bright smile on her face. The little girl still has a bad temper and likes others to like her.

Wen Ying suddenly felt a stomachache. When she came out of the bathroom, the servant was no longer outside.

The first time we came, there was no one to guide us, so Wen Ying accidentally got lost.

After walking for several minutes, I didn't see anyone. When I turned into a road, a small two-story house suddenly appeared in front of me.

The ground was covered with vast masses of snow, and the path to the closed door was cleared.

Wen Ying stepped forward curiously, put her hand on the door and tried to push it open.

With a little force, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open by her.

The influx of light allowed her to see that there was another door inside, and Wen Ying continued to push open the second door.

The further you go, the deeper you go.

The surroundings were so quiet that there was no sound, and there was not a trace of dust in the air. Wen Ying could see that there were signs of people living here.

Like a child hunting for treasure, she then pushed open several heavy doors. She was so tired that she was panting. When she raised her eyes, she saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair in a softly lit inner room, holding a book in his hand and reading.

The light fell on him, and at that moment Wen Ying understood what it meant to be a person in the painting.

Hearing the movement, the young man raised his eyes and looked towards her.

Those dark eyes reminded Wen Ying of the sea at night, dead calm and without any emotion.

Just seeing her arrival, the young man was confused, "Who are you? How did you get here?"

Wen Ying's knowledge of Chinese was never very deep, and she didn't know how to describe the sound she heard at this moment.

At that moment, I just thought the sound was too nice.

People have aesthetic appreciation and perception of the outside world.

In Wen Ying's eyes, this tone was gentle, yes, gentle.

But she didn't quite understand the coldness hidden under that gentleness.

Very few people have set foot here, let alone such a stranger.

Her presence was offensive to him.

"No matter who you are, this is not the place you should be. You should go back."

How could Wen Ying be obedient? She walked towards him and looked at him curiously.

"What happened to your leg?"

To take care of his emotions, no one dared to mention this in front of him.

Also afraid of touching his sad things.

But Fu Yanlou didn't think it was anything. He looked at the little girl in front of him a few more times and said calmly, "I'm injured."

She let out a warm cry, her eyes overflowing with heartache and sympathy, "It must be very painful."

Fu Yanlou had seen that kind of look many times. He was calm and calm, "It hurts, but I can't feel it anymore." No matter how painful it is, it will pass.

Wen Ying pulled up a chair and sat next to him, holding her chin with her hands. She had a pair of unique peach blossom eyes, dark, pure and delicate. "My name is Wen Ying. Mom and Dad said they welcome me to come to this house and be their Daughter, so I was named Yingying. My nickname is Yingying, which means Huangying’s Ying. When my mother gave birth to me, a yellowing bird flew outside the window. She also said that I had a nice voice when I was just born, so I got the nickname Yingying. "

She didn't know why she had to say so much to someone she met for the first time.

She has been admired by everyone around her since she was a child, and rarely does anything proactive.

After she finished speaking, she asked, "Brother, what is your name?"

"I introduced myself, you should also tell me your name."

Although he didn't want to know her name, Fu Yanlou still told her, "Fu Yanlou."

Wen Ying tilted her head, still maintaining her curiosity, "Which three characters? There are many Chinese characters that I am not familiar with. Can you tell me?"

"Hand out."

Wen Ying opened his palms.

Fu Yanlou wrote three characters on her palm, one stroke at a time, his movements were slow and slow, as if he could follow them.

Fu, Yan, Lou.

Wen Ying's eyes lit up, "I know these three words."

Fu Yanlou retracted his hand, closed the book on his lap with his slender white fingers, and continued to put it on his lap.

Wen Ying asked, "Why did your dad give you this name?"

Fu Yanlou didn't know if she could understand it, so he said slowly, "The character Yan means perseverance and firmness."

In a certain respect, it is the leader. "Lou, is my mother's last name."

Wen Yingjiao softly said his name, "Fu Yanlou."

"Brother, your father and mother must love you very much."

She changed the topic quickly, "Love can overcome all difficulties, so I believe your legs will get better soon."

Fu Yanlou laughed a little, "How old are you? How do you understand this?"

Wen Ying opened her ten fingers and looked so proud, "I'm ten years old. I just celebrated my birthday last month!"

"Ten years old." Fu Yanlou said with a faint smile, "still very young."

Wen Ying had never seen someone with such a beautiful smile. Even the smile on his face was touchingly tender. The gloomy aura on his body was completely dispelled by this smile, making him look calmer and gentler.

Wen Ying didn't feel that ten years was young at all. The female classmates in her class all had male classmates they liked, but she didn't. She asked, "How old are you?"

"sixteen."

Fu Yanlou was 16 years old this year.

"Big brother." Wen Ying held her face in her hands, "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

She has been very discerning since she was a child. When she was one year old, she only picked out the good-looking things and ignored the ugly ones.

The same goes for how you look at people.

Fu Yanlou noticed her words, "Have you met many good-looking people?"

"My friends are all good-looking, both men and women."

I also secretly chatted with Junzhi in private about which of the men was the prettiest, and even thought about which of them I would marry in the future.

But none of them can compare to the big brother in front of them.

Wen Yingying, who has extremely high aesthetic requirements, said that the appearance of Fu Yanlou was simply stunning, just like her favorite diamond.

sparkling with light.

Wen Ying automatically planned the good-looking person in front of her as her friend, "Brother, someday you come to Hong Kong City to play, and I will introduce you to all my friends. You will definitely be able to walk by then."

Fu Yanlou lowered his head, "I probably won't be able to leave."

Wen Ying didn't like what he said, so he said with great assurance, "Brother, you have to have confidence in yourself, you will definitely be able to stand up!"

How to put it, she felt that the eldest brother in front of her should be perfect and should not have any flaws.

Just like a good painting, there shouldn't be any other ink spots on it that shouldn't be there.

Fu Yanlou looked at his numb legs, a layer of gloom fell in his eyes. He just raised his eyes with no emotion at all, "Do you believe I can stand up?"

"I definitely believe it!" Wen Ying patted her chest and assured, "I am a very smart speaker, so you have to believe me too!"

Wen Ying patted his thigh gently and murmured seriously, "Go away, doom and misfortune, don't bother my big brother."

Fu Yanlou was amused by her cuteness. A faint smile spread around his mouth, and the smile expanded to his face until his whole face was covered with smile.

When he smiled, his eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with soft spring colors.

Too gentle.

Wen Ying learned a word not long ago: A smile can charm the city.
She didn't know at the time what kind of smile could be worthy of this word.

Until this moment, these four words suddenly became concrete.

Wen Ying's heartbeat was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

At the age of ten, she seemed to have fallen in love all of a sudden.

Fu Yanlou glanced at her and noticed her obsessed gaze. A smile appeared on his lips again, "Yingying."

Wen Ying came to her senses and said, "Brother, you look so pretty when you smile."

Wen Ying searched for the words he knew in his mind, "It fascinates people...to the point of being fascinated."

Fu Yanlou, "..."

The reason why she likes you is that she will express it directly, "I like you so much."

Whatever she likes, she wants to have.

What does the love of a ten-year-old girl mean? Fu Yanlou met her eyes and smiled, "Have you come here to tell your father and mother?"

Wen Ying bit her lip, "I was lost and didn't tell them."

Fu Yanlou guessed it, "I'll ask the servant to take you back."

Wen Ying held his hand, "But I don't want to go back so soon."

"why?"

"I'm going back to Hong Kong City today, and I won't see you again."

Fu Yanlou paused, "Why do you want to see me?"

Wen Ying said, "You are good-looking. I feel happy just looking at you."

She wants to take down all the good-looking things.

Fu Yanlou, "..."

He is a useless person, what is there to see?

Fu Yanlou turned his wheelchair to the bookshelf and put the books on his lap back to their original positions.

Then he said, "You don't belong here, you have to go back."

Grandpa can't keep him, and the little girl who accidentally breaks into his life is just a passer-by.

Wen Ying walked to his wheelchair and said, "Then I'll just stay with you for a little longer. If no one is with you, I'll stay with you. It's so busy outside, but it's so deserted here. It's so uncomfortable to be alone." "

Fu Yanlou reminded, "Your father and mother will be worried if you don't go back."

"Please help me tell my aunt, my mommy is with my aunt."

"Auntie?"

"It's your mommy."

"You've never seen me, how could you recognize me?"

"Auntie said she has a son who is very good-looking. I guess it must be you."

As expected, she was just like Huang Ying, chirping, bringing life to the silent Fu Family Garden.

"Okay, then let me tell you to stay here for a while."

"Okay."

Wen Ying saw a book, but it was placed a little high.

She moved a chair and stepped on it. She stretched her arms to take down the books from the bookshelf. She didn't notice that her feet were empty and she fell off the chair.

The exposed skin rubbed against the ground and bled.

"Ouch!"

Fu Yanlou looked up from his phone, his pupils narrowed slightly, "Did it hurt from the fall?"

Wen Ying shook her head, her voice choked with sobs, "I'm fine."

As he spoke, a tear fell from his eye and hit the ground.

"It hurts." Her eyes were red.

The delicate little girl couldn't bear the slightest pain.

Fu Yanlou clenched his hands and hung them by his legs. His voice was a little tight and he said, "Don't cry. Get up first."

Wen Ying stood up with his hands on the ground and sat on the chair.

Watching the wheelchair go away, tears flowed more violently.

Does the gentle and good-looking big brother leave her alone?
Looking at the blood seeping out of her calf, Wen Ying cried until her nose turned red.

Hearing the sound of the wheelchair, Wen Ying raised a small face, which was full of tears, and the teardrops slid down her face to her chin and then dripped down.

Pear blossoms bring rain. (End of chapter)