The lights at the Fu family were still on until late at night.
Ye Jing couldn’t sleep. She was restless and sat on the sofa in the living room. From time to time, she looked at the clocks hanging on the wall. It was two or three in the morning.
Fu Cheng has not come back yet.
Finally.
Ye Jing finally heard something outside. When her son walked in, he could hardly look at the expression on his face, and his coat was already a little wet.
It started to snow heavily outside again.
The snowflakes fell on the shoulders, slowly soaking the coat fabric, and the color on the shoulders was wet and darker.
“Why are you just coming back now?”
When Fu Cheng spoke, his emotions seemed to be quite calm.
But the more this happens, the more worried Ye Jing is. After all, when he came back to learn about this, he was not like he is now.
Fu Cheng seemed to have realized the reality, and she left without looking back.
People who are so timid and afraid of taking the train alone still buy train tickets and leave as soon as possible.
Fu Cheng opened his mouth, his voice sounded a little undetectable. He asked in a hoarse voice: “Mom, did you leave me any words before Shengsheng left?”
Ye Jing didn’t see anyone leaving with his own eyes.
Otherwise she would have stopped her.
She felt that this was originally her son’s fault, but she felt a little embarrassed when she saw him now.
“No.”
“I left me a letter and asked me to help her take good care of Xiaochi.”
“Yes.”
Fu Cheng couldn’t be disappointed when he heard this, but the complexion of his face still didn’t look very good, with a faint pathological paleness.
He just came back from outside and his body was actually frozen.
My hands and feet were blown hard by the cold wind and snow, but compared to the coldness in my heart, they were nothing.
Fu Cheng said, “Mom, I’ll go upstairs first.”
Ye Jing wanted to speak but stopped. Looking at his back as he went upstairs, he couldn’t help but say more: “Don’t be too anxious, Shengsheng is not stupid, and life outside will not be bad.”
Fu Cheng pursed his lips slightly, and the curve of the lips was tightened.
How could he not be anxious or worried?
Fu Cheng did not argue with his mother, it was too late to say anything.
The most urgent task is to find someone as soon as possible.
Fu Cheng spent the past few hours in the train station. He found out that the number of trains passing by the capital that day was really too many to count.
Even if you look it out and follow the route, you don’t know how many years it will take to find it.people.
It’s getting late.
Fu Cheng was not sleepy at all, the room was cleaned up, and he opened the wardrobe, and there was still a lot of her clothes left in it.
She didn’t take them all away, either.
Fu Cheng couldn’t help but think about it again. It was such a cold day, she only brought a little clothes, how could she wear it?
What should I do if I get sick?
Is the money on you enough to spend?
Will you be deceived by others?
There are so many scammers in this world, and there are endless tricks.
She never saves money. If she is cheated, she will have to live a tight life.
The more Fu Cheng thought about it, the more his brain hurt. He threw himself on the bed tiredly, closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes again.
He raised his hand and opened the drawer.
I originally wanted to turn two painkillers out of the drawer.
But I accidentally saw an envelope.
Three correct big characters were written in a fountain pen – for Fu Cheng.
He was very familiar with this handwriting.
Fu Cheng pinched the letter paper and tried his best to pinch his fingers, making a sound.
The man took a few deep breaths, but his breath was still a little trembling. Even when he was once shot with a gun on his forehead, he was not so nervous.
His fingers seemed to tremble slightly.
Looking closely, it seems to be an illusion.
Fu Cheng opened the envelope and took out the letter paper sealed inside.
The words inside are written as well as on the envelope.
You can tell at a glance that it was written down carefully and stroke by stroke.
“I used to be half-hearted and did a lot of things that I shouldn’t have done, which made you sad, sorry.”
“But I really didn’t like Shen Zhishu.”
“You marry me, it’s not your original wish, we are not suitable.”
“I’m leaving.”
“I wish you can find a lover who truly loves each other in the future.”
You can see the most detailed identification-“Don’t look for me, don’t want to see you, hate you.”
I was probably angry, so I wrote it and wanted to erase it.
Fu Cheng held the letter and read it over and over again like self-abuse.
The man’s dark eyes fell on the lines of words on it, and he read it over and over again, like self-torture.
The letters she left to him were also very short-lived.
I didn’t want to say a word to him. I left with grievances, and I didn’t want to say a word in the letter, or even told him.sorry.
Fu Cheng saw the three words “Sorry” and his hands were shaking a little violently.
These three words are like the sword that penetrates the heart, peacefully penetrating his heart, making him die completely.
That night.
Ye Jing didn’t sleep well. When she got up at night, she walked around her son’s room and stood at the door and listened to it. There seemed to be no movement. Through the crack of the door, she could see that the lights in the bedroom were turned off.
But she felt that he would definitely not be able to sleep tonight.
As expected.
The next day, it was just dawn.
Fu Cheng went downstairs. He was dressed meticulously, but Ye Jing could see clearly the red bloodshots in his eyes.
I looked like I didn’t sleep all night.
“Mom, I’ll take Xiaochi to get an injection later.”
Ye Jing was not relieved, she hadn’t spoken yet.
I heard my son say, “I’ll go back to Ningcheng, thank you for your hard work to help me take care of Xiaochi for a few more days.”
Ye Jing couldn’t help asking, “What are you doing in Ningcheng? I called your Uncle Lu, but I didn’t go back to Ningcheng.”
Fu Cheng nodded, “I know.”
He stood up and didn’t touch the breakfast in front of him. He said, “I called Uncle Lu in the morning and asked.”
But Fu Cheng thought without expression, it didn’t matter.
Since she was walking with Song Peiyuan, no matter where she went, Song Peiyuan would go back to Ningcheng to go to school, and the Chinese New Year will be held in a few days.
Song Peiyuan must go home.
He was waiting in Ningcheng, waiting for the rabbit.
Even if Song Peiyuan refused to tell him her whereabouts.
He could not help but sneak to see her.
Fu Cheng still has this patience.
Ye Jing looked at his son’s expression and didn’t dare to say anything more. He felt that he was standing on the edge of the cliff now, and said one more thing and pushed the person down.
“I’ll leave first, mom.”
Ye Jing sighed heavily, not knowing what she could say.
Fu Cheng held his son and remembered to wrap him tightly before going out. When the child was sick, he was not in good spirits and his face looked pale.
Xiaochi has been a little weak and sickly since he was a child.