grandpa is not sick

Chapter 22 Meeting the old man (2)
He picked the gentle mare and didn't ride it. He just took the rein and walked ahead, leading her to walk slowly on the edge of the lap.

Someone was racing horses on the racecourse, the horseshoes kicked up dust, and the neighing sound was accompanied by the laughter of men and women.

Fu Qingliu looked at the people on the racetrack, not sure which one was Fu Yixun. Of course, in her opinion, Master Fu Yixun must be a middle-aged man who is either gentle and refined or has a rigid and weird temper. There should be at least 40 years old. Years old.It's too bad, paying ten days is like clear water, except for a name and widely circulated artwork, there is no information at all.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded.There was a sound of galloping horseshoes behind him.

"It's really you!" Mo Chengfeng looked at Fu Qingliu in surprise, and got off the horse that hadn't completely stopped very neatly, leading the horse and following Fu Qingliu very familiarly.

Fu Qingliu glanced at him lazily, then landed on his horse, and said slowly, "The horse is not bad."

"You like it?" Mo Chengfeng frowned, with some information in his eyes, "I can send you."

"Even if you give me this thoroughbred horse worth at least 10,000+, I won't sell you that painting for a dime." Fu Qingliu looked at him with a half-smile, and at that moment revealed Mo Chengfeng was taken aback by the flair that came out. He didn't know if it was because of the dust on the racecourse or the too bright sunlight. He always felt that those eyes were too hazy, which made him unable to see clearly, and made him subconsciously want to reach out to sweep them. Put away those annoying dust, but Fu Qingliu has already withdrawn the flair, and returned to the lazy, calm and indifferent demeanor before.

Mo Chengfeng led the horse and followed Fu Qingliu. Fu Qingliu passed by a person on the horse, but it seemed that all the people who came here to play were young people.

"Young Master Mo." There were three people leading the horses in front of them, a young lady and two young men. The difference between them was that Fu Qingliu looked very unprofessional. Everyone knew that to ride a horse, one needed to change into a riding outfit. , only she was wearing a white shirt and jeans, although she didn't look shabby at all.

The man in the red riding suit glanced at Fu Qingliu, and said to Mo Chengfeng with a teasing smile: "The beauty you brought?"

"I hope so." Mo Chengfeng said with a smile, not hiding his interest in Fu Qingliu at all.

Fu Qingliu saw that the two men were both young men, and they looked like playboys at first glance. He was not interested in talking to them. He led the horse and continued to swing and was about to pass them. A slightly tentative voice sounded, "By the way, is this Fu Qingliu?"

"What? Aya, do you know this lady who doesn't seem to want to play with us?" The man in the red riding suit asked with a smile.

But Xu Ya had already let go of her horse and walked up to Fu Qingliu to stop her, her eyes swept her face unceremoniously, and then she showed affirmation and a few mocks: "It really is Fu Qingliu! Hurry up!" Look, this is Fu Qingliu, Fu Qingliu who was in our class back then, the eldest lady of the Fu family. Fu Qingliu, do you still remember me? I am Xu Ya, and we used to be in the same class at Liusilan College .”

"What? Fu Qingliu? Wait, you're talking about that..." The two men ran over excitedly, stood beside Xu Ya and looked at her with the eyes of seeing something surprising. with her
Mo Chengfeng followed them with a puzzled expression on his face. He is from Hong Kong and rarely comes to the mainland, so he is not very clear about the gossip of many upper-class people in the mainland. He looked puzzled at Fu Qing, who was expressionless and still indifferent. Liu, look at the three people who seem to be a little excited, "Hey, what are you talking about?"

"Young Master Mo, don't you know? This is Fu Qingliu, the eldest lady of the Fu family, a genius who was once very famous in Lan City. If she hadn't done such a thing, she must still be very famous now. Ah, no, in fact, she He is also very famous now, but unfortunately, it is a stigma. Speaking of which, your son is still a daughter, 10 years old, right?" Xu Ya walked to Fu Qingliu's side, and stretched out her hand mockingly to lift her chin, to be honest , she has always hated Fu Qingliu, because she is so good, so good that they can't match dozens of horses, and this person is also proud of being superior to them since she was a child. They don't even bother to join her. Now that they have the opportunity to laugh at her, how could she let it go?
Mo Chengfeng still didn't understand what Xu Ya was talking about, but when Xu Ya said that Fu Qingliu had a child, his eyes widened in shock, and a sense of anger that he was deceived arose in his heart, not that the child was not hers? !

Fu Qingliu suddenly raised his hand to grab the wrist of Xu Ya's hand that was touching her chin, and squeezed it casually.

"Ah!" Xu Ya screamed in pain like killing a pig, startling the others, and hurried forward to help Xu Ya, only to see Fu Qingliu's other hand suddenly pressed on the back of Xu Ya's. , a press.

"Crack."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Xu Ya's screams from the pain that almost fainted resounded throughout the racecourse.

Only then did Fu Qingliu let go of her wrist, clapped her hands slowly, and said slowly under the horrified and unbelievable gazes of several people: "Don't touch me casually, uneducated things, or you won't just break up next time." It's as simple as breaking your wrist."

Reaching out to pull back the rein of the mare, Fu Qingliu was about to leave, but saw a black steed running vigorously, leaving all the dust behind it, and a man was riding on it. She couldn't see clearly under the bright sun, until it braked suddenly in front of her quickly, the horse's forelegs were raised high, and the shadow under it made people feel like they were about to be stepped on by the opponent.

With his back lighted, he was sitting on a tall and heroic horse. He was wearing a gray riding suit, and on his white tight trousers were a pair of black boots that covered almost to the calf. His brown half-length curly hair was completely tied up Behind his head, he was wearing a black equestrian hat. Under the brim was a face with delicate and three-dimensional features, so sharp that people could hardly look directly at him. His deep and sharp eyes looked down at Fu Qingliu. Like a proud knight riding from ancient Rome.

(End of this chapter)