The car drove for two hours and stopped at an important military area.
There was a heavy police presence all around, with sentries posted every five steps.
Fu Song lowered the window, exposed his face, and was able to enter.
Fu Yancheng wanted to leave as soon as he got off the car, but Fu Song spoke instead.
"Come into my office and sit down."
He had no choice but to get off the car.
Walk all the way through the building and arrive at Fu Song's office.
There was actually a family photo on his desk, and even Bai Qiu was on it. The family of four looked extremely harmonious.
Fu Yancheng was not impressed, so he picked up the photo frame and looked at it carefully.
When Fu Song saw his interest, his fingertips trembled secretly with excitement, and he immediately took out a photo album.
"These are various photos of you from childhood to adulthood. These are the years you spent in the army. These are the meritorious services you performed at that time. Also, you were punished by your grandfather. You were whipped several times and you were kneeling outside in the cold weather.
Kneel down until you feel like fainting."
Fu Yancheng didn't have much of an impression, but when he saw the photo of himself kneeling, a flash of emotion flashed across his eyes.
The memories related to it began to become clear, but they were only memories from the army.
Fu Song didn't dare to disturb him. He sat on the office chair and saw him slowly flipping through the photo album.
When he saw Fu Xingzhou, Fu Yancheng's fingertips stopped.
He had no impression of this brother, but Fu Xingzhou looked very gentle at first glance.
Unlike Fu Yancheng's fierce aura, Fu Xingzhou has loved to talk and laugh since he was a child, and his words are like spring water. No one dislikes him.
Fu Song had two cups of coffee brought and placed one in front of him.
"You used to have a good relationship with Xing Zhou. When you were in the army, he visited you several times."
"Is it?"
He had no impression.
"Xingzhou cares about your brother very much."
Fu Yancheng read slowly, until he reached the last photo, which was of Fu Xingzhou, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, and was taken not long before his death.
When Fu Song saw the photo, his heart suddenly softened.
"This was taken while I was drinking a few days before he was about to accept that mission."
He is not good at expressing his feelings. Even though he cares about his two children, he often doesn't know what to say.
Fu Xingzhou was gentle himself, and he took the initiative to come to this father every time to chat and drink.
"What did you say that day?"
Fu Yancheng's tone was light. It can be seen from this photo that the two of them are very happy.
"He said he had a girl he liked, but I was too drunk that night and didn't pay attention to her name."
"Since you already have a girl you like, why would you accept such a dangerous mission?"
Fu Song was silent for a long time before sighing.
"Yancheng, every generation of the Fu family must have someone working for the superior. This is a rule set by our ancestors. In your generation, your brother was chosen. To be precise, he volunteered. He was only twelve at the time.
Years old, he has been smart since he was a child, and has amazing talents in research. Being selected means that he will be bound by this position like me, and will rarely have the joys and sorrows of ordinary people, or even have the opportunity to see his family.
There are very few, and we have to work until the day we retire, but the people at the top promised that if he could complete the task, he could be given more vacations, or even terminate the cooperation in advance."
Fu Yancheng's hand holding the photo album tightened instantly.
Fu Song didn't need to say what he said next, he could guess it.
Because he has someone he likes, and the most unbearable thing about love in youth is separation, so he wants to have more holidays to spend with that girl, and he wants to take a gamble.
But he lost the bet and risked his own life.
It turns out that Fu Xingzhou, the favored son of heaven, is also a lover.
Fu Yancheng closed the photo album and saw Fu Song raising his hand to rub his eyebrows.
"I drank a few too many drinks that night, but I never remembered the name of the girl he mentioned. Otherwise, there would be clues about the things he left behind."
Because he was chatting with his son for the first time, he lost his self-discipline and allowed himself to get drunk. As a result, he missed the most important information.
Fu Yancheng put the photo album back and said calmly, "I will find that woman."
Fu Song didn't say anything. He reached into his pocket and pinched the amulet.
But facing Fu Yancheng's back, he opened his mouth and finally sighed.
"Would you like to stay and have dinner together?"
"No."
We still have to drive two hours to go back, and we will be late by then.
Fu Yancheng raised his feet and walked out, but he had just seen too many photos. The more he thought about it now, the more pain he felt in his head.
The next second, he fell out of the door.
"Yancheng!"
Fu Song quickly asked the doctor here to check, and retrieved Fu Yancheng's previous examination records.
"Doctor, how is he?!"
"Mr. Fu, don't get excited. He just took in too much information at once and his head was stimulated. He will be fine when he wakes up."
Fu Song secretly blamed himself for knowing that he had a head injury and should not have let him see those photos.
*
At seven o'clock, Sheng Mian set off to the restaurant on time.
When I got there, I found that there was no one in the entire restaurant.
The table was covered with flowers, candles were lit, and you could see the night view of the entire imperial capital.
She suddenly remembered Shen Sheng's vulgar tricks back then, which were somewhat similar to this, and couldn't help but laugh.
Flowers, fireworks, candlelight dinner.
The corners of his mouth curved, feeling a little sweet in his heart.
This chapter has been completed!