When he said this, he lowered his eyebrows and lost his usual toughness. Jiang Shu seemed to see the child who was aggrieved and yet proud, sitting in the rain.
But now that grandpa is gone, no one can take him home anymore.
"It's okay, I didn't expect it either." Jiang Shu put the bowl on the table aside.
He didn't say anything for a while, but after a while he asked dully: "How much, I'm still looking forward to it."
The corner of Jiang Shu's mouth turned down, feeling that this man was unreasonable, "Master Fu, I was let off the hook, how do you want me to answer?"
"If you saw me that day, what would you say to me?" Fu Shiyan raised his head and asked, his eyes dark.
When two close people know each other too well, they will have telepathy.
Jiang Shu looked at him for a while and felt that God was really unfair. His face was rare even in the entertainment industry.
"I want to ask you whether I am more important or Wensu is more important." Jiang Shu smiled bitterly.
After hearing this, Fu Shiyan twitched the corners of his lips, knowing that she was joking.
Some words need to be said at a specific time. If that time passes, they may never be said again in a lifetime.
He missed that specific time. Jiang Shu thought. It would be pointless if she didn't want to say it.
She glanced at the people behind him in the floor-to-ceiling windows. They looked calm, but in fact they were all thoughtful.
"Will they affect you?"
"The old man is gone, everything doesn't matter anymore." Fu Shiyan didn't look back, picked up her bowl of noodles and started eating. "Whatever they want, I'll give it to them if they can fight for it."
Jiang Shu was not used to his depravity and finally realized what Lu Xun meant by what he said.
The forces in Haicheng will be reshuffled.
The man leaned over slightly and stopped eating noodles.ωωw..net
"Fu Shi Banquet."
Jiang Shu hesitated and shouted: "...Fu Shiyan."
Fu Shiyan raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were red, and he gave her a smile that was uglier than crying.
She hesitated for a moment and raised her hands to cover his eyes, trying to prevent his tears from falling.
The next day, my grandfather was buried in the cemetery at the back of the Fu family's old house, where he was buried with his ancestors.
Jiang Shu wore the bracelet that his grandfather had given to him. He said that it was an heirloom from the Fu family to the eldest son's wife. No matter what her status is now, at least she will always be his grandson-in-law in his heart.
The funeral was very simple. Everyone held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in their hands and presented it in front of the tomb. Fu Shiyan stood beside the tombstone and shook hands with the visitors.
He was dressed in black and stood between heaven and earth, his back straight, but his posture was lonely.
After everyone left, he stayed alone, arranged the flowers in front of the tomb, and then sat next to the tombstone with his sleeves rolled up.
No one knew what Fu Shiyan was thinking. He just sat in the sun, holding a branch in his hand, writing his name on the ground, then crossing it out and writing it again.
In the afternoon, Jiang Shu was invited by Aunt Liu, and she looked surprised.
After a while, she walked forward, squatted down helplessly, and put down her cuffs for him, "If you are always so careless in front of grandpa, he will be unhappy."
"You can't hit me if you're unhappy." Fu Shiyan let her do whatever he wanted, and it didn't matter.
Jiang Shu stopped and glanced at him, "In your dream, you are waiting to be beaten."
Fu Shiyan tugged his lips but said nothing.
At this time, Jiang Shu came to the Fu family's old house for the second time. The first time was on New Year's Eve of the first year after they got married. Unexpectedly, when he came back again, things would have changed.
Fu Shiyan developed a fever that night, reaching 39 degrees Celsius, and could not sleep.