"What's wrong?" Fu Shimi sounded a little anxious.
"The young master is back. He has been crying for his mother. He has been crying for half an hour and cannot be coaxed." Aunt Zhang explained.
"Didn't he go to the teacher's house? Come back at noon?"
"Originally we had dinner at the teacher's house at noon, and we agreed that I would pick him up at four o'clock, but the young master was crying so hard that he was afraid that something might happen, so he sent him back."
"I understand, I'll be back now." Fu Shimi said and drove back quickly.
When I returned, I heard that Fu Qian was still crying, and his voice was hoarse from crying.
She felt distressed and went in, "Fu Qian, don't cry anymore, do you understand?"
"Mom. Mom. Mom." Fu Qian stretched out his hands towards Fu Shimi, wanting to hug her.
Fu Shimi immediately held her son in her arms.
My son was weak and his face was cold due to moisture.
But when Fu Shimi hugged him, miraculously, he stopped crying and just lay weakly on Fu Shimi's shoulder.
Fu Shimi sat on the sofa and held him in her arms.
Fu Qian was tired from crying and leaned on Fu Shimi.
Fu Lijun looked at the scene in front of him. Fu Qian had been crying before and couldn't be coaxed no matter how hard he tried.
He hates the sound of children crying, and because he hates it, he doesn't want to have children.
But when my son cries like that, I feel less disgusted and more distressed. That feeling is miraculous and subtle.
Now I see Fu Qian lying obediently in Fu Shimi's arms, soft and pitiful, and at the same time I feel that this scene is extremely warm.
"Ask him, if I ask the teacher to come to my home, will he learn well?" Fu Lijun compromised.
Fu Shimi looked at Fu Qian, "Don't you want to go to the teacher's house to study? Why?"
"I miss my mom, I miss my dad," Fu Qian said in a hoarse voice.
"Little fool, how can your parents be by your side when you are studying? Your parents are here too. When you go to kindergarten and there are a group of children playing with you, you don't even want to leave school." Fu Shimi said softly.
.
"Let the teacher come to the house, what dad just said." Fu Qian said.
"You have good little ears, did you hear this?" Fu Shimi tapped Fu Qian's little ear.
Fu Qian was shy and hugged Fu Shimi even more stickyly, "Mom will teach you, not a teacher."
"Little fool, since I have found a teacher for you, there must be something the teacher can teach you better than your mother. Otherwise, after you have learned it, you will teach your mother at night. It happens that your mother has to go to work during the day. You will be your teacher and your mother will teach you.
Your salary."
Speaking of salary, the little guy seemed to have thought of something. He sat up and asked seriously: "Mom, have you asked your boss? Do you want to accept me?"
"I asked." Fu Shimi said with a smile; "The boss asked me what he knew, and I said he knew how to eat by himself."
"What did the boss say? I can also play with toys by myself." Fu Qian immediately added.
"The boss said that he doesn't want to be someone who only knows how to eat and play with toys. He needs to be able to draw, play the piano, and dance. You happen to not be able to do these things. Hey, what should you do?" Fu Shimi sighed.
asked.
Fu Qian opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were shining with light, "Mom, you can learn Fu Qian, why don't you ask a teacher? Once the teacher teaches you, Fu Qian can go to work."
Fu Shimi raised a smile with satisfaction. "Smart."
She looked at Aunt Zhang and said politely: "Aunt Zhang, please give me the water cup with Fu Qian, thank you."
"Oh, okay, he didn't even drink water when I gave him water before, and his voice became hoarse from crying." Aunt Zhang said distressedly.
"Is your throat feeling good?" Fu Shimi asked Fu Qian.
Fu Qian shook his head and nodded, "It's not comfortable here either."
"That's because you've been crying for too long and your brain is deprived of oxygen. Take a deep breath." Fu Shimi said, showing Fu Qian how to take a deep breath.
Fu Qian took a deep breath like Fu Shimi. After a few times, he said, "Mom, I realize I'm hungry."
Fu Shimi raised a smile, just as Aunt Zhang brought Fu Qian's small kettle over.
Fu Shimi took it and put the money on the sofa, "You drink water first, and I will get you some food. Don't cry anymore. Men bleed, sweat, but not shed tears, you know?"
"Mom, I'm still a child, not a man." Fu Qian said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, you are still little." Fu Shimi rubbed Fu Qian's little head. She went to the kitchen and passed Fu Lijun without even looking at him.
Fu Lijun frowned, not liking her attitude of turning a blind eye.
"Ask her to come to my study after cooking." Fu Lijun ordered.
As soon as Fu Shimi entered the kitchen, she saw the takeout bags in the trash can and took a deep breath to calm down her current depressed mood.
She is very confident in her cooking skills.
Fu Lijun didn't want to eat it, just because he had objections to her.
Fu Shimi wanted to ignore it, but after seeing it, her heart felt heavy.
Zuo Si came in and said, "Mr. Fu asked you to go to his study after cooking."
Fu Shimi cooked with an expressionless face. "I'm not his employee yet. I don't come and go when he calls. If I don't want to go, I want to take a nap with Fu Qian in the afternoon."
"Fu Shimi, isn't the purpose of your coming back to take care of his recovery?" Zuo Si said.
"Who said that the purpose of my coming back was to take care of his recovery? I don't even know why I came back. Maybe it's because he was about to die and the plan didn't change quickly. The doctor said he couldn't die. If he knew he was dead,
No, I won't come back." Fu Shimi said.
She prepared the meal, gave Fu Qian to finish it, and slept with Fu Qian without going to the study.
Fu Lijun waited for a long time, but Fu Shimi didn't come in yet.
He looked at the time and saw that two hours had passed.
He opened the door, went out, and glanced at the living room. Only Zuo Si was there.
"Where's Fu Shimi?" Fu Lijun asked.
"She slept with the child." Zuo Si returned.
Fu Lijun turned away and opened Fu Shimi's room.
She was sleeping with her child in her arms, her eyes closed.
The child was sleeping soundly, with his face pressed on the bed. Because of his fat breasts, the flesh was squeezed out. He was very cute.
Fu Lijun couldn't help but get closer and take a closer look, feeling a little cute in his heart.
His eyes naturally fell on the child's mother.
How has Fu Shimi maintained herself in the past three years? It's hard to tell that she is the mother of a two-year-old child.
Fu Shimi noticed someone pushing the door, so she closed her eyes and waited for a long time. It was estimated that the person had gone out. She opened her eyes and met Fu Lijun's gaze.
She was stunned for a moment, "Do you make no sound when you walk?"
"I'm in a wheelchair and can't walk. Are you awake, or are you not asleep at all?" Fu Lijun asked.
If she said no, then she was just pretending to be asleep.
She cleared her throat, "I woke up, what's wrong?"
"Come to my study, I have something to tell you. Don't say it here, lest you wake up Fu Qian." After Fu Lijun finished speaking, he couldn't tolerate her refusal, turned around, and walked out of the room.