Chapter 67

After Wan fennel said something coldly, he turned back to his agent and assistant and said, "please go out first. I want to talk to Vicky."

The agent smiled: "OK, Mrs. Lu, please talk slowly."

Then he took his assistant out.

Seeing the door closed, Wan Hui put his cold eyes on Lu weiqi and said sternly again: "weiqi, how many times have I told you to concentrate on dancing! attentively! Your body can't be damaged at all! "

"Mom, I know." Lu Weiqi frowned slightly and sat back on the seat to remove her makeup.

Wan fennel stared at her: "really? I think your heart is not here anymore. If Fu Hanchuan didn't come, you lost your soul! Don't think I don't know. You're upset today because of him! "

Lu Weiqi's hand paused, continued, and said faintly, "Mom, I didn't. I'm really just careless."

She pursed her lower lip, gently moved her toes under her feet, and gathered a little sadness in her eyebrows.

"There is no best." Wan fennel looked at her and sat down in another seat next to her. Her face was not so severe.

She picked up a bottle of makeup remover on the table and drew a cotton pad. She stopped Lu Weiqi's face and slowly wiped it for her: "weiqi, it's not my mother who wants to be strict with you. My mother is a person who comes here. She knows what's best for you."

"Women, don't think that with men, you have dependence. Love is not food. Only when you are strong enough, what you have is completely yours. "

"I was also dazzled by love. With you, I married your father and ruined my dance career, but what happened?"

"The Lu family says it's easy. He also wants you to marry Fu Hanchuan to save his career. If you married Fu Hanchuan at that time, do the applause you hear now still belong to you? You can only admire others standing on the stage. "

"Mrs. Zhuoya is determined to win you over because you are on the highest stage now, because you are better than that mute, and no one can look down on you anymore. How did she treat you before? Did you forget? "

Lu Weiqi quietly listened to her mother's instruction and her eyes fell on her meticulous face.

She is no longer young. Looking closely, her skin began to relax, and there were fine lines in the corners of her eyes that could not be covered.

Since childhood, she always looked at her mother's stern face, and she hardly smiled in her memory.

She has listened to these words since she was a child.

Her mother, who was also a dancer, was well-known in the ballet industry. But when her career was on the rise, she met Lu Lengquan and her father, who fell in love.

In order to give birth to her, she lost her dancing life and pinned her unfinished dreams on her.

Lu Weiqi lowered her eyes and whispered, "Mom, you told me that when I became famous, there would be everything. Mom, now that I'm successful, can I find what I want? "

Wan fennel stared at her, then moved away and threw the cotton pad into the dustbin. She said, "do you know how many people want to pull you down and replace you when you stand at the top?"

She took Lu Wei's hand and went to the window of the dressing room. As soon as the curtain was pulled, she looked out.

In the dark night, the road ahead is wide, and the lights on the ground are more than the stars in the sky.

In front of a shopping mall building, Lu Weiqi's print ads in ballet skirts occupied the whole electronic wall, not to mention those bus stops and subway stations, almost all of which were her advertisements.

"You see, these shining places are where they want to go when they crush their heads. You know best how much effort it took you to get to this position. "

Lu Weiqi looked at the shining poster in front and curled up her fingers slowly.

She enjoys the crown of glory and the applause and admiring eyes from others, but

Her eyes looked slightly confused.

After a long time, Lu Weiqi took back her eyes, turned around, smiled gently at Wan fennel and said, "I know, mom..."

"If only you could see yourself clearly." Wan fennel glanced at her and looked down at her watch. "It's getting late. Go back and have a rest early."

She looked down at Lu Weiqi's feet again: "go back and massage and take a bubble of medicine. Don't wear high heels before the next performance. Remember, be sure to keep your best. "

"Yes." Lu Weiqi nodded, "Mom, I'll take you out."

The two walked to the door together. Lu Weiqi sent the fennel away. When she turned around, she saw Mrs. Zhuoya coming from the other direction of the corridor.

Mrs. Zhuoya looked at the back of Wan fennel, smiled at Lu weiqi and said, "your mother has come to visit?"

"Mrs. Zhuoya." Lu Weiqi shouted, looked back at the back of Wanhui who had come to the corner, smiled and said, "my mother came to see me."

"Well, you must be very proud to have such an excellent daughter." Mrs. Zhuoya said, pushed open the half closed dressing room door and walked inside, "your performance is wonderful, more wonderful than what I saw in London."

"Thank you, madam." Lu Weiqi followed her and went in together.

Push the door open, and the side against the wall is filled with flowers and dolls. You can open a flower shop with friends and fans.

Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at those things, smiled and said, "in the front corridor, I also saw a lot of flower baskets sent by supporters who admire you."

Lu Weiqi smiled: "it's just because everyone looks up to it."

Mrs. Zhuoya's lips slightly hooked, and her sharp eyes finally fell on a bunch of the most special black tulips.

This bunch of flowers, not only the color is special, but also the position is very conspicuous.

She went over, picked it up and looked at it: "this flower is special."

Lu Weiqi went over and looked at her. Her eyes also fell on the bunch of flowers and said, "this is sent by the person who called the florist in Hanchuan."

Mrs. Zhuoya looked up. "Oh?"

The flowers were sent by Fu Hanchuan, but he didn't send them himself, but let the florist send them on his behalf?

Mrs. Zhuoya turned back, glanced in the direction of the door, then looked at Lu weiqi and said, "didn't he come tonight?"

Lu Weiqi shook her head with a slight smile: "he's probably busy with the company. You know, it's the end of the year... "

With that, she lowered her eyes and put the bunch of black tulips in the original position.

Mrs. Zhuoya's eyes flickered slightly. After meditating for two seconds, she smiled and took Lu Weiqi's hand, patted it gently and said, "it has nothing to do with Fu's signing with you. Don't think about it. The project started, and his father put a lot of pressure on him. "

Lu Weiqi smiled, but there was more bitterness in her smile.

It really has nothing to do with whether she signed a contract with Fu, because at the beginning, he probably didn't intend to come

Lu Weiqi's eyes fell on the bunch of flowers, gently pinched her fingers and held them tightly.

……

Su Xiang walked alone in the street, a little boring.

After returning from school, Fu Ying and Fu Hanchuan were absent. They probably went to Fu's old house for the holidays.

She sent a message to Fu Hanchuan in the morning, but he didn't reply to her until the evening.

Su Xiang didn't want to go to the old house. Anyway, he didn't call there.

She prefers to be alone rather than go to the old house, so that she doesn't have to hear Mrs. Zhuoya's sarcasm.

On Christmas Eve, watching others in pairs, or the whole family come out for a stroll, Su Xiang wrapped his cotton padded clothes and continued to stand on the roadside eating sweet baked sweet potatoes.

Looking up, there is a huge poster hanging in the shopping mall in front. The woman is wearing a white dance dress, exquisite face and elegant temperament. She dances on the blue water like an elegant swan.

"I'll meet you tonight. Are you coming?"

Su Xiang looked at the woman who coexisted with temptation and innocence on that poster. Both men and women would be attracted by her.

Even from a woman's point of view, she envies her elegant and charming posture, and will be distressed by the loneliness and melancholy in her eyes and want to accompany her.

Lu Weiqi

It turns out that today is the day of her stage play.

Su Xiang lowered his head and bit the sweet potato. Suddenly he remembered that Mrs. Zhuoya asked her questions in the morning.

It's even more strange to think of it now.

Does she want her at home or where?

At this time, a car stopped at the door of Fu's old house.

Mrs. Zhuoya got out of the car. The servant in the house ran out, took the shopping bag she was carrying, and whispered, "madam, Mr. Fu is coming."

"Oh?" Mrs. Zhuoya frowned slightly, looked inside, raised her feet and walked in.

It snowed all day, but the passage in the villa yard was clean.

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhuoya's footsteps stopped and looked down at a small snowman on the lawn not far away.

A very small snowman was quietly placed on the grass buried with snow. It was difficult to be found under the dim yellow light.

The snowman is a little ugly and crooked. His head seems to be about to fall off. If he doesn't look carefully, he feels that two balls are piled together.

The servant looked over there and said, "that's what Mr. Fu made with the young master just now."

"Mr. Fu took the young master to visit the old man. On the way back, he took the young master to play with the snow for a while. At this time, he was having dinner."

Mrs. Zhuoya frowned: "is that mute coming too?"

The servant shook his head and said, "I didn't come."

She looked at Mrs. Zhuoya and said, "madam, have you had dinner?"

Mrs. Zhuoya said nothing more and went on.

The hall was brightly lit. On the big table, only Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying sat for dinner.

Mrs. Zhuoya took off her coat and handed it to the servant. She came up to Fu Hanchuan and said, "didn't you go to see Lu Weiqi's performance tonight?"

Fu Hanchuan scooped a spoonful of egg soup and put it in the small bowl in front of Fu Ying. He asked him to dig and eat with a spoon.

The little guy grabbed the spoon hard and stretched his neck to eat the egg soup. Half of it leaked. After eating, he smashed his mouth. He was very satisfied that he could eat.

"Baba, more."

Fu Hanchuan spooned him again and said, "I didn't go."

After two faint words, he bowed his head and continued to eat.

Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at Fu Ying and said, "you sent someone to take Fu Ying away this afternoon. Where did you take him?"

"Company."

After Qiao Shen received Fu Ying from the company, Fu Hanchuan put his son in the lounge and asked Xiao Jia to take care of him all afternoon.

Mrs. Zhuoya was stunned. She opened her chair and sat down: "will you take him to the company?"

After eating, Fu Hanchuan took out a paper towel and wiped it clean. He put it down and looked at Zhuo Yafu's humanity: "where was mother going to take him?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes were sharp. Under such sharp eyes, Mrs. Zhuoya couldn't eat. Don't look away and said, "I didn't plan to take him anywhere. I just took him around."

Fu Hanchuan cynically hooked his lower lip and said, "mother took Fu Ying to see a friend. It's nothing. I just hope mother doesn't take him to see anyone."

Hearing the speech, Mrs. Zhuoya turned to look at Fu Hanchuan and asked, "what do you mean? Is that what you should say to your mother? "

"Who do you think I'm taking him to?"

Mrs. Zhuoya's voice rose higher and higher, scaring Fu Ying on one side. The little guy stared at her and was about to cry.

Fu Hanchuan called a servant and took the child elsewhere.

All the plates on the table were taken away and replaced with fruit and hot tea.

Fu Hanchuan slowly picked up the tea cup, took a sip, looked at Mrs. Zhuoya and said, "mother, did you just come from the Grand Theater?"

This sentence has already pointed out Mrs. Zhuoya's mind.

In the morning, she picked up Fu Ying and wanted to let Lu Weiqi meet the child when she went to see Lu Weiqi's performance in the evening.

She took a fancy to Lu weiqi, but Fu Ying's position in the family is extraordinary. Even if she likes Lu Weiqi again, she must first ensure that Lu Weiqi likes the child.

Just like Jin Yuxin before.

Zhimu Mo ruozi, so after receiving Su Xiang's text message, Fu Hanchuan asked Qiao Shen to pick up the child in the afternoon.

"Mother, the child is so young that he can't appreciate the elegant art. If he goes, he will affect others."

Mrs. Zhuoya looked at him calmly: "Hanchuan, are you not going to see Lu Weiqi's performance tonight because Fu signed a contract with her?"

Fu Hanchuan slowly turned the cup and said, "it has nothing to do with this matter."

He didn't intend to go.

"Then you..."

Knowing what she wanted to ask, Fu Hanchuan interrupted her and said, "mother, I have no intention of continuing the front line with Lu Weiqi. Please stop this boring thing."

"Hanchuan!" Mrs. Zhuoya got excited and shouted angrily, "how can this be boring. Do you really want to spend your life with that mute? "

When this sentence burst out, Mrs. Zhuoya thought of something in her heart and asked anxiously, "Hanchuan, do you like that mute?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes were slightly cold. The cup in his hand was on the table, and the tea spilled out.

"She is Fu Ying's mother."

Mrs. Zhuoya calmed down when she listened to this sentence.

Since Fu Hanchuan said so, he just regarded her as the person who gave birth to Fu Ying.

She said, "Hanchuan, I can't help worrying about you. You know your father, over the years, he only let you do things, but he refused to delegate the power to you. Haven't you seen the confrontation with your father these times? "

“……”

"You can't have a woman like Su Xiang around you. She can't be your help, but your drag."

“……”

"I understand the responsibility you want to take, but it's not your lifelong responsibility. Let Su Xiang go. The Fu family won't treat her badly. "

“……”

"You are too soft on her, son. She is poor and has become a tool of the Su family, but it doesn't mean you have to carry her forward. You should know that in this matter, it is the Su family who is sorry for you, not you who are sorry for her, understand? "

"I don't want to tell you how difficult it will be for you to fully master the Fu family if you go on like this, and I don't want to regret it when you know it later."

Mrs. Zhuoya said this and patted Fu Hanchuan on the shoulder. She stood up, looked down at him and said, "think about it."

Mrs. Zhuoya then turned and left. Fu Hanchuan sat alone in the living room for a long time and stood up when the tea was cool.

If the big living room is empty, there is only a cup of cool tea on the long table, and there is no trace of heat.

When Fu Hanchuan took Fu Ying home, it was still early, less than nine o'clock.

When she came back, she went straight to the study. Mother song took a look at his back and looked in the direction of the glass room.

Okay, what happened to the couple?

Su Xiang only wandered outside for a while and then came home.

There is nothing to go around outside. There are many people. You need to queue up everywhere. You want to find a place to sit. You see that they are in pairs. Finally, you go to the cinema to see a movie and come out at the beginning.

In her front row, a couple kissed without warning.

She's watching action movies.

At this time, Su xiangwo brushed the iPad on the bird's nest chair, and put a plate of strawberry cake, a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of fruit platter on the tea table next to him, which made him feel comfortable.

I just don't know how Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying are at the old house.

Why don't you come back at this time?

Su Xiang looked at the time on the iPad and shook the bird's nest hard. When the bird's nest shook past, he glanced in the direction of the corridor through the glass door.

She frowned slightly, still did not understand why Fu Hanchuan's sudden change was.

However, he has always been shady and strange. For a moment, he looks fine, and for a moment, he loses his temper.

At this time, a small figure appeared in the corridor and staggered towards the glass room. Su Xiang heard his son's voice and immediately put down his iPad and ran to open the door.

The little guy jumped into her arms like a bird: "Ma Ma, Xue Xue."

He excitedly pointed to the ceiling: "snow, Baba, take me, snowman."

The snow on the glass roof didn't melt completely. It was covered with a thin layer. Fu Ying already understood what snow is. He spread his small hand on his small mouth and shouted, "cold."

When Su Xiang saw Fu Ying, he knew that Fu Hanchuan had also come back and looked in the direction of the corridor.

Fu Hanchuan took his son to play snow?

In my opinion, he doesn't look like such a person

Su Xiang holds Fu Ying and walks to the living room. Fu Hanchuan is not there. He looks in the direction of the study and probably goes to the study again.

Mother song took Fu Ying in her arms and said, "madam, it's very cold today. I cooked some wormwood herbal soup and took a bubble bath for the young master. Go and see your husband."

Su Xiang thought for a moment, nodded, went to the kitchen, heated a glass of milk, and then went to the study.

Knock on the door and go in. Fu Hanchuan is working against the computer. Su Xiang walks over and puts the hot milk on the table.

——Did you take Fu Ying to play snow today?

Fu Hanchuan only glanced at the milk. His attitude was cold and ignored her. Su Xiang felt very boring. He felt that his hot face was close to his cold ass. he didn't bother him anymore. He turned and left.

When the door closed, Fu Hanchuan took back his sight from the computer.

He looked at the cup of hot milk and frowned slightly.

Su Xiang returns to the children's room. Mother song is taking a bath for Fu Ying. There is a fragrance of aged wormwood in the bathroom.

The little guy was white and fat. He didn't cry in the shower. He was still playing with a shampoo foam on his head. He made his mother wet and giggled there.

——I'll do it.

Su Xiang picked up her sleeves. Song's mother stepped back. Seeing what Su Xiang thought of when she lifted up her sleeves, she reached into her pocket.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Mother song took out two tickets in her pocket. "Madam, I sent my clothes to dry cleaning today and got them in my husband's pocket."

"Look at the date on it. Is it today?"

Song's mother is old and doesn't like reading glasses at ordinary times. She always looks away, but she can't see clearly because of the colorful tickets.

Su Xiang took it over and looked at it. She was slightly surprised. Isn't this Lu Weiqi's performance ticket?

At this time, Su Xiang seemed to understand the meaning of what Mrs. Zhuoya asked her this morning.

Is she going to see Lu Weiqi's performance?

Fu signed Lu Weiqi as an image ambassador, so it's no surprise that Fu Hanchuan got her ticket.

But Mrs. Zhuoya's question made her feel a little strange.

Su Xiang thought about the ticket and walked into the study again.

Seeing Su Xiang coming in again, Fu Hanchuan frowned and said impatiently, "don't you see I'm working?"

Su Xiang put the ticket on the table. Fu Hanchuan looked at it and frowned: "who asked you to look through my things?"

——I didn't want to go through your things. It was taken out by mother song when she went to deliver the dry cleaning. If you don't want to be seen, just put it away!

Su Xiang was also angry. What attitude! Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang and realized that his reaction had gone too far. He coughed, picked up the ticket, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the dustbin. The day Lu Weiqi came back, everyone had a party in 1988. He took the ticket and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't wear that coat very much, and then he forgot. Su Xiang looked at a piece of paper lying in the trash can and Fu Hanchuan—— Why didn't you see it? It's said that her ticket is hard to buy. This ticket is the best seat. Fu Hanchuan frowned at her, "it's none of your business. Get out, I'm going to work. " Su Xiang glared at him. He was fierce. He turned and walked to the door. The door was closed, and Su Xiang stood at the door, still thinking about the two performance tickets. She still remembers that on the day of her crash, Mrs. Zhuoya angrily came over and mentioned Lu Weiqi to Fu Hanchuan in the living room... And Su run's vague statement... Today, Qi Lingyang also mentioned this person... Looking back, Qi Lingyang had no reason to ask her about Fu's signing of the image ambassador... Which made Su Xiang feel strange. She turned to look at the closed door and pursed her lips. It's just two tickets. Fu Hanchuan's attitude is so fierce. Does it matter to them? This night, Su Xiang didn't sleep well and couldn't sleep over and over. Even if she picked up her book, she kept thinking about it in her mind. She couldn't concentrate at all. That night, Fu Hanchuan did not enter her room again. It's quiet at night. You can hear footsteps in the corridor. Su Xiang heard the closing of the master bedroom next door. She turned over and sat up, opened the door gently and walked in the direction of the study. A desk lamp lit up in the dark room. Su Xiang stood next to the trash can and looked down at the paper ball. After standing for a while, she bent down to pick up the paper and unfolded it. The wrinkled paper was no longer straight. Su Xiang looked at the woman with beautiful dancing on the ticket. For some reason, her eyelids suddenly jumped up. The more you look, the heavier your heart becomes. Lu weiqi, who is she Since the night of Christmas Eve, Fu Hanchuan has never been to Su Xiang's room, and Su Xiang has never been to the master bedroom. The two began to sleep in separate rooms. They met face-to-face in the morning and evening. Sometimes they couldn't even meet face-to-face, and didn't say a word when they met. They had something to do with each other. They didn't feel anything about this kind of life. Only at night, Su Xiang dreamed about what happened three years ago and woke up crying. Fu Hanchuan had finished the tranquilizer he had prepared for her. That day, Su Xiang went to the hospital to prepare some. When walking out of the hospital, a figure came out behind her and watched her walk to the parking lot. Her eyes followed her far away. Lu Weiqi didn't expect to meet Su Xiang in the hospital. This was the first time she had seen her. Although she only looked at her from a distance, she recognized her face. Three years later, even after three years, she still has a fresh memory of this face. I still remember when she was in Moscow and watched the noisy news in Beicheng on the Internet. Her heart seemed to be pierced and died. Unforgettable and unforgettable. The fingers clenched one by one, so tight that the nails almost pinched into the phalanx. Watching the car in the parking lot drive away, she took a deep breath and walked out December 31, the last day at the end of the year, is the new year's activities held by Yaoshi banner. Su Xiang had only planned to help the children rehearse and was not going to come to participate, but Qi Lingyang said that she had almost participated in most of the project. She had both credit and hard work. She must come to participate. In addition, the children also clamored for her to come, so Su Xiang had to agree. Because it was held in the evening, Su Xiang greeted Fu Hanchuan in the morning before he went to work—— I have something to do today. I'm going home late. Fu Hanchuan looked at her and said faintly, "what are you going to do?"—— I didn't always help the children rehearse the dance before. Today is the day of the performance. They must ask me to go there. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.