Song Yueliang's gaze passed over the man's face without trace.
My face seems not as pale as yesterday, and my spirits are much better.
It seems that life extension is quite useful.
Leading Qi Qi past the man, Song Yueliang said nothing, pretending he didn't exist.
Fu Yanchi turned on her heels and followed behind, "The buns are from the time-honored store in front of the high school, the soy milk and fried dough sticks are from Li Ji in Laojiekou, and the noodles are from the Xu Bo Noodles stand in the back alley of the school...it's all about the moon.
What were your favorite places to eat in the past, am I remembering them correctly?"
Qiqi was already held in her mother's arms, and her little head could just see the happy smiling face of the man behind her.
Qiqi pursed her lips and said, "Uncle Fu, you only bought what mom likes to eat, not what I like to eat."
Unqualified.
Make a cross.
I asked you to make my mother very angry, but you still smiled so happily.
The man's peach blossom eyes curled up, "There is a saying that like mother, like daughter. If mom likes it, Qiqi will definitely like it too, so uncle bought it for two people."
"..." Qiqi pursed her lips.
Of course she will like whatever mom likes.
Fu Yanchi raised her eyebrows, and with Song Yueliang's back on her back, she took out another thing from her trouser pocket and waved it at the little kid, saying silently, "Do you like this?"
"!!!" Seeing what was in the man's hand, Qiqi's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Mom!"
The man quickly made a shushing gesture.
Song Yueliang turned her head, "Baby, what's wrong?"
Qiqi, "Mom, Uncle Fu has a mother in his hands!"
So loud.
Song Yueliang turned around.
The thing in the man's hand had been quickly taken back, but when he met the woman's cold eyes, Fu Yanchi said, "..." and slowly took it out again.
A vivid ceramic figure.
Shirt, trousers, high ponytail, thin eyebrows, cherry lips.
The most expressive thing is the expression of the little porcelain figure. The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and the attitude is cold and stern, making him look like a miniature version of Song Yueliang.
Song Yueliang's eyes flickered, she looked away, and where the man couldn't see, the corners of her lips were almost invisible.
Fu Yanchi observed the words and expressions, and immediately moved closer, "Moon, does it look good? I made it myself, and there are eleven more at home!"
"Why are you making this?" Song Yueliang walked forward without squinting, but she was finally willing to answer.
"Of course I miss seeing people."
The sadness of Qiqi.
If I had known earlier I wouldn't have shouted.
Because of a little porcelain figure, Uncle Fu got into his mother’s car and sat next to her! He hadn’t given her the little porcelain figure yet!
Biting the bun and sipping the soy milk, Fu Yanchi smiled and looked at the little kid who stared at him, "Isn't it pretty? Do you like it?"
Qiqi's eyes lit up and she nodded desperately, "I like it!"
"Then take a second look. Uncle will take it home and lock it up later."
"..."
The car turned in a small snake shape on the road. Song Yueliang gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Yanchi, are you still bullying the little baby?"
"You can't say that, Moon." Fu Yanchi smiled confidently, "A gentleman does not take away from others' favor. My twelve moons will be useless if one is missing."
The tissue bag placed at the front of the car flew over and hit Fu Yanchi on the head.
Fu Yanchi caught it and wiped her mouth, "Moon, drive carefully, safety first."
Qiqi took a hard bite of the chive roll and said in a mournful voice, "Mom, why did you put Uncle Fu in the car..."
Song Yueliang held her forehead and said, "Mom is wrong."
There was also a little egg man in the carriage who was invisible to adults. He was looking at Fu Yanchi coldly with his arms folded, repeatedly jumping between shocking him and not being able to shock him.
…
In front of Fu's house.
Meng Jingxian got out of the taxi and stood at the door for a long time.
Red bricks, green walls, and bluestone paving.
She had been to this house several times before, following Fu Ya.
When they were young at that time, no one could have imagined that their future fate would be such a huge deviation.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Soon, the door opened, and Uncle Gui respectfully invited her in.
The old man was sitting in the living room, with a pot of brewed tea on the low sandalwood table in front of him.
Meng Jing walked in slowly, arrived in front of the old man, bowed and said, "Old man, I'm here."
She is wearing a purple cheongsam today, graceful, calm and elegant.
The familiar Wu Nong accent made Mr. Fu feel dazed for a moment. The scene of two beautiful girls talking softly and playing in front of him seemed to have happened yesterday.
But if you blink again, everything has changed.
His daughter died long ago, and the remaining little girl now has wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
"I haven't seen you for many years, Xiaoxian." Mr. Fu sighed and pointed to the wooden chair opposite, "Sit down."
"I should have come to see you a long time ago, Xiaoxian, right?" Meng Jingxian sat down as she was told, with her eyes lowered, there was unconcealable guilt in her eyes.
Her low profile and guilt were seen by Mr. Fu, who had been like this for so many years, "You don't have to be like this. My daughter died first, and you came in last. You don't owe us anything. On the contrary, I want to thank you,
After entering the house, you have always treated Ah Chi as your own, and you have done a good job."
With a family background like that of the Yan family, even though Yan Huai is the head of the family, he has no choice but to remain single for the sake of his daughter who died young.
There is no reason for him to ask someone to never marry for the sake of his daughter.
Even if there is no Xiaoxian, there will eventually be someone else.
Meng Jingxian closed her eyes, and a slight redness slowly overflowed from the end of her eyes.
Mr. Fu didn't know, but she always felt guilty in her heart.
No one knew that her admiration for Yan Huai was even earlier than Aya's, but that man's eyes had never fallen on her.
Even after Aya passed away and she married into the Yan family, the man's attitude towards her was always as indifferent as before.
Never cared about her.
So she kept that feeling in her heart and never dared to express it with her mouth.
No one knew that she had asked for this marriage out of selfish motives.
She took Aya's place in that home and took over what Aya should originally have.
"Mr. Fu, it's my duty to be nice to Ah Chi. He is Aya's child, which means he is my child." She started to pour the tea and put it in front of the old man with skillful gestures. "I and Yan Huaizhi
Everyone gets what they need. He needs a woman to take care of the children, and I need a man to protect me from becoming a marriage tool. This was clearly written in the marriage agreement early in the morning."
She raised her head and gave the old man a forced smile, "I did what I should do, and I got what I wanted."
Before her smile fell, tears already filled her eyes. Meng Jingxian hid her face, her thin shoulders shaking violently, "I'm still ashamed of Ah Chi, old man. After I walked in, Ah Chi refused to go home..."
There was silence in the living room for a moment, except for the woman's soft sobs.
Mr. Fu turned his head, blinked away the moisture in his eyes, and sighed silently.