The phone was gently thrown back on the bed, and he raised his eyes to look at the glass screen in the distance.
There is a vague figure above, lonely, tragic and pitiful.
The person in the glass curtain gradually had a faint smile in his eyes, but it was extremely sarcastic.
Then the lights in the room dimmed and the figure disappeared.
"Like a dead body."
Lying on the cold bed, he laughed at himself like this.
The person next to the pillow has already lived a new life with someone else. The little bed next to him is still there, but the naughty boy is no longer there.
His heart began to throb again.
Only in the endless darkness could he tear off the mask of hypocrisy and reveal an expression of extreme pain.
He covered his heart, huddled up with his slender body, hugged the pillow she used tightly, and suppressed the sad sounds, but it was suffocation for a long time.
More like a living dead in a tomb than a corpse.
In the second half of the night he began to dream again.
He dreamed that the person he missed day and night was lying in the arms of another man and said sweetly: "Honey, I'm cold, hug me."
Sheng Xin hugged her tightly, kissed her on his behalf, and coaxed her, "Is this warm? Baby."
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The next morning, my aunt was cooking in the kitchen downstairs.
He walked over listlessly, and when he saw it was the aunt from the old house, he asked, "What are you doing?"
"Master, are you awake? Make some porridge and side dishes. Why do you look so ugly?"
The aunt touched his forehead worriedly, and Fu Yanye ducked subconsciously. The aunt patted him: "Don't move." Her hand touched his forehead, which was very hot.
The aunt took her hand and said in panic: "It's very hot. It must be a high fever. Go sit down on the sofa and I'll help you find a thermometer."
"I want to drink some water."
Fu Yanye said.
"Oh, let me pour it for you. Go and sit down first."
Auntie was really afraid that such a tall man like him would suddenly faint because he was too hot.
Fu Yanye returned to the sofa and sat down. He put his arm on his forehead and realized that he really had a fever. He smiled helplessly, then slumped there and ignored it.
Don't want to worry about anything.
The aunt got him some water and a thermometer, and asked, "I'm afraid if you just drink the antipyretic medicine, it will take effect too slowly. Do you want to go to the hospital and get an intravenous drip?"
"Check the temperature first before talking."
After Fu Yanye drank the water, he took his temperature and it showed 39 degrees 2.
The aunt lowered her head and came forward to take a look. She became even more panicked and asked him: "Are you feeling sick to your stomach or something? A fever of over thirty-nine degrees is really fatal for an adult."
"It's not that exaggerated."
Fu Yanye said something, took a drink of water and lay quietly on the sofa.
When he closed his eyes, it was her and her son's faces. He quickly opened his eyes again, not daring to close them again.
But the aunt couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as she thought about it, she went back to the kitchen and called Wang Yue while looking for medicine.
Wang Yue and the others were having breakfast. After answering the phone, Wang Yue became more determined to go to K City and announced in public: "I must go to see Jian Jian."
Fu Zhengzheng asked her: "Yes, I have to go, but have you thought about what to say when we meet?"
"Let's talk about it after we meet him. If we don't do anything, our son will be seriously ill."
The more Wang Yue thought about it, the more frightened she became. She had already lost her precious grandson and did not want to lose her son again.
The old man sighed and said, "It's okay to meet her. It's because we, the elders, didn't take care of her... Go and apologize to your mother and me. Just use this excuse."
Chengcheng’s name is rarely spoken in the family, and everyone gets sad whenever it is mentioned.
How long has it been since this family had joy?
Wang Yue nodded and quickly went back to the room to pack some simple clothes. She thought she wouldn't just stay for one day.
Fu Zhengzheng held her hand and said, "Honey, listen first."
Wang Yue stopped and looked up at him, "You don't have to tell me, I know I should ask her for forgiveness when we meet and not force her to come back."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Fu Zhengzheng nodded and said.
Wang Yue didn't realize how hard it was, and Wang Yue was just afraid that she wouldn't be able to see Zhuo Jian.