Chapter 402

"No The old lady really didn't lie. If she cried all the time, how could she not call them back? It's really strange today.

Tang Xiaoyan asked: "what do you usually do at this time?"

"For what?" The old lady's eyes turned. Fu Jinyan sat contentedly on the long wool carpet, opened the box and dragged her back, "playing mahjong."

The old lady was a little embarrassed: "they are short of partners during this period of time, so I have to come together, but we all take good care of them."

Tang Xiaoyan nodded.

At this time, the old lady's mahjong game came to the door again. They didn't know that Fu Yunqian and Tang Xiaoyan had come back, and the old lady couldn't catch up with others. The atmosphere was a little embarrassed. Tang Xiaoyan took Fu Yunqian up and held the child: "little grandma, you play, let's go upstairs."

Fu Yunqian was so cool that he nodded to all the people. Everyone's heart finally fell down. When the old lady saw that they were not angry, she quickly asked Aunt Li to set the table. The four of them sat down and began to touch the cards. Tang Xiaoyan just walked to the stairway, and Fu Jingjing, who was crying, suddenly stopped.

Tang Xiaoyan was surprised. He stood on the Tardigrade and looked down at his daughter's condition. Another voice came from below: "80000..."

And then, "touch..."

And then it's: "Hu..."

Tang Xiaoyan was shocked to see that Fu Jingjing's children changed from crying to laughing, and the smile was bright. However, Tang Xiaoyan wanted to cry: "you say, she doesn't want to hear people play mahjong."

Fu Yunqian

I have learned from my family since I was a child.

So eight months later, Fu Jingjing's children began to talk. The first voice was not Dad or mom, not grandma or brother, but: "touch..."

It's killing people.

On the one hand, the old lady was very remorseful, on the other hand, she was very proud: "what a smart child. Mahjong is the quintessence of our country. After quiet, she must be a master."

“……”

Fu Yunqian and Tang Xiaoyan, silent.

The old lady's life is rich, comfortable and full.

Teasing children during the day, square dancing at night, playing mahjong, she felt contented and happy, usually also pay attention to maintenance, seems to be more and more young.

Among these mahjong players, there is a 60-year-old man who is very energetic. His children are abroad. His wife left ten years ago and has been living alone. Recently, he is very attentive to the old lady.

When playing mahjong, she sits on the top of the old lady and deliberately releases water to her. She doesn't realize it. She feels like she has a good hand at playing mahjong. When dancing, she will accompany her. When walking, she can meet her by chance. The old man is very diligent and always grows fresh fruits and vegetables in the yard. A person can't eat so much, so he can't eat so much Since the old lady came, the vegetables and fruits of Tang Xiaoyan seem to have been contracted, and they can eat the freshest every day.

After a long time, we all see it clearly.

Tang Xiaoyan is no exception. I'm afraid the old lady is still in the dark. However, seeing the old lady's beautiful and happy face every day, Tang Xiaoyan thinks that life is very good now. If you don't know, you don't know. If you see people's heart for a long time, you will feel it.

In the quiet days of these years, not long ago, a big thing happened.

Fu Chengguang, who had been lying in hospital for nearly a year, woke up.

At the moment of receiving the call from the hospital, the old lady was numb. Fu Yunqian and Tang Xiaoyan were silent at the same time.

But after thinking for a while, the old lady decided to go to the hospital.

Fu Yunqian drove her, and Tang Xiaoyan followed her.

I haven't come to the hospital for a long time. As soon as I step on the corridor of the hospital, it seems dull and depressing. For no reason, it makes people feel a little stuffy and breathless.

Especially near the door of Fu Chengguang's ward, Tang Xiaoyan was stunned to see the doctor covering him with a white cloth.

Fu Chengguang woke up an hour ago. When he woke up, he asked to see Fu Zihao and Fu ziyao. But before they arrived, he died of organ failure. It was less than half an hour since he woke up and died.

When Fu Zihao and Fu ziyao arrived, they didn't have time to see him for the last time.

How to say, the atmosphere in the ward is sad, but all the emotions are faint. Fu Chengguang is like a person who has been far away from their life. He has been lying here for a year, but has been forgotten by many people, but not completely forgotten.

After all, they are blood relatives. Fu Zihao and Fu ziyao must be sad.

Because of the reasons before his death, Fu Chengguang's funeral was very low-key. They didn't inform outsiders. Only a few relatives and friends attended the funeral.

Tang Xiaoyan met Lu Yunshen at the funeral.

He was dressed in a black suit, low-key and introverted.

Fu ziyao has been very busy these days, and he has not pretended to others. The funeral was conducted by his brother and sister. In just three days, from buying a casket to choosing a cemetery, they managed it all, but they did not sleep.Lu Yunshen said hello to Fu ziyao from the beginning, but he didn't come forward to speak again. He just watched from a distance.

Three days later, Fu Chengguang's body was cremated and buried in a nearby cemetery.

Tang Xiaoyan also attended the funeral.

Standing next to Fu Yunqian in black, she bows and looks up at the black-and-white photo Fu Chengguang pasted on the tombstone. She is calm and has no compassion or joy. No matter how beautiful and evil she was before she died, she is just a handful of ashes. They can't predict the future. So they should live in the present and cherish the present.

When they were ready to leave, the old lady suddenly exclaimed: "ziyao..."

Tang Xiaoyan raised her eyes and looked in her direction. She caught a glimpse of Fu ziyao's soft body and crooked body. Lu Yunshen quickly reached out and caught her fallen body.

There was a false alarm.

Fu ziyao fainted because he was tired.

Lu Yunshen sent her to the hospital, and others scattered.

Fu Zihao was also very tired. After settling down, he went home alone.

Back to the place is Longhu Chunjiang, perhaps this is not his home, just one of his many residences.

On the 28th floor opposite, there is no one to live in.

But it's still the same here.

He didn't close his eyes for several days. As soon as he went to bed, Fu Zihao went to sleep.

During this period of time, his sleep quality is very poor, and he often dreams. Especially today, as soon as he falls asleep, he feels that his body is dark.

Thick fog around him, he did not know how long to go, but how can not go to the end, he is trapped in the dark, how hard can not go out.

Tired, sleepy, thirsty, until exhausted, he still lingered in the dark.

He didn't have the strength, so he didn't want to go on. He simply gave up and let himself continue to wander in the boundless darkness. There was no sound, no breath, only endless darkness.

But at this time, someone called his name in front of him: "Zihao, Zihao..."

One voice, one sentence, one hears that people's heart is broken, and turn a thousand times. Moreover, in the dark, I don't know when it began to rain. The rain fell on his face, icy, cool, and even salty.

Someone else took hold of his hand and pulled him out of the dark abyss.

He finally slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

It was a beautiful face full of worry and surprise: "Zihao, are you awake?"

The pleasant and light voice told Fu Zihao that people in front of him were real, not illusory: "letters."

It's business letters.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had been cut by a sickle. Shang Shuhan nodded happily and gave him honey water from the side: "come on, you can drink water first to moisten your throat."

He drank the whole glass of water in one breath. Shang Shuhan asked him if he wanted it. He shook his head. Shang Shuhan put down his glass and reached for his forehead.

Fu Zihao bowed his head and found that his clothes had changed from shirt to nightgown. He felt pain all over and had no strength at all. Shang Shuhan also breathed a sigh of relief. His voice was soft: "you have a fever, but now the fever has subsided, so it should be OK."

Fu Zihao didn't speak. Her eyes turned with her figure. She was wearing a white dress, a pink belt around her waist, and slippers. After cleaning up his room, she said, "I've prepared some food for you on the table outside. You can get up and eat by yourself later." Then she clapped her hands and shrugged, "then I'll go first."

"Why are you here?" Fu Zihao asked, staring at her white porcelain like face.

Business letter Leng Leng, said to him: "you call me."

Fu Zihao picked up his mobile phone and went to see the communication record. He found that it was two days later. So he fell asleep for two days?

The latest contact on the mobile phone is Shang Shuhan, not long after he went to bed. So is it that he called her before he fell asleep?

"You took care of me here for two days?"

His brow was deeply locked, as if he were in an inextricable melancholy.

Shang Shuhan sipped her lips, and her mobile phone rang. She turned to answer the phone and said to the people over there, "well, I'm coming right away. I'm sorry, I'm on my way."

Fu Zihao's brow tightened a little, and Shang Shuhan nodded to him: "go ahead, you're well

"Don't go!" When she turned around, Fu Zihao suddenly got out of bed. But because he hadn't moved for a long time, his legs were weak. He got up so fast that he fell to the ground without warning.

The huge crash startled the Shang letter in front of him. When he saw Fu Zihao fall on the ground, he immediately turned back: "Why are you so careless? Get up and move quickly. Are you ok?"

Her long black hair scattered on her chest, with a faint fragrance, gently bumped into Fu Zihao's heart.Shang Shuhan held Fu Zihao's hand tightly. Many emotions ferment in the bottom of her heart. She was held back by her. She just cared: "can you still get up?"

"No Fu Zihao just sat on the ground, but he didn't let go of her hand. As soon as he made an effort, he clasped Shang Shuhan's soft and slender waist and pressed her to his chest.

Business letter stupefied to keep kneeling posture, staring eyes, also don't know what to think.

It lasted for about half a minute. Shang Shuhan struggled, but Fu Zihao didn't let her move. He raised her head, and then he couldn't help kissing her, crushing her on the soft blanket on the floor.