I am a big star: My husband is less arrogant

The people of the Fu family were very anxious when they heard what Fu Siting said: The two father and daughter seemed to be incompatible with each other, but they wanted to tolerate each other so that they could get along like this.Then, if you do ideological work with them alone, maybe the matter will be resolved, but before they can act, they actually quarrel directly?

Mr. Fu hit his crutch heavily: "It's just nonsense! This Fu Hang must be trying to drive my little sister away, isn't he?"

Old Madam Fu wiped away the teardrops that could not help oozing from the corners of her eyes: "What should I do, old man...it's impossible to really let Xiaoshu kneel all night, right?"

Fu Siting caught up with Andora in the garden and held her back: "Sister, what Dad said was just angry words, you don't have to go, and he won't really see if you knelt in the ancestral hall all night .You go back with me, okay?"

Andora looked at him expressionlessly: "Xiao Ting, do you know that sometimes what you blurt out is actually the truest thought in your heart? He said he was going to kneel, and as a respect, I will go. But it doesn't It means that I agree with him, I don't need to reflect, on the contrary, I think the person who needs to reflect is him."

She broke free from Fu Siting's hand that was holding her tightly, and then patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, you can go back first, I can do it by myself."

Fu Siting watched helplessly as her bleak back gradually faded away.What's the matter, I can't explain it clearly, do I have to be so grudge?

Anduo La came to the ancestral hall, no one stopped her there this time, probably Aunt Li also received the notification from Fu Hang, she would not appear like this again, and then told her coldly to leave.

Aunt Li, thinking of this woman, she smiled self-deprecatingly.Now in the Fu family, anyone can give orders to her.No need to show her any respect.As if I were an outsider who couldn't blend in, it was rare to be able to hug the thigh of the Fu family and hug her tightly shamelessly, so everyone looked down on her, right?

She suddenly missed the Xu family a little.Xu's father and Xu's mother never treated her like this. They treated her as if they were their own daughter, loved her, loved her, and even stood by their side when Xu Chenxi had a dispute with him.

It's a pity that she can't go back anywhere now. In the days to come, she will hug herself and live a good life.

She slowly knelt down on a round cushion in front of the memorial tablet, and muttered to Fu Jiao's photo: "Mom, he said that I made you lie here as a photo, is it true?" Yes? But I don't know anything? I don't even have a single memory of you in my mind, why does he want to blame me for such a big crime?"

Fu Jiao was still smiling brightly, looking at her without saying a word, tears slowly rolled down the corners of her eyes: "Mom, how I wish you could still hug me, I have always been looking forward to finding my biological parents , and then jumped into their arms. Now I found it, but it’s not like this. Mom, why am I like a sinner? Can you tell me, did I really do something wrong? Whether it was then or now... "

It was impossible for Fu Jiao to give her an answer, so she could only tell all the grievances she had suffered from Fu Hang in her heart for many days in front of Fu Jiao's photo, and cried bitterly.

After crying for a while, the depression in her heart has been relieved a lot. She wiped away the tears from her face, adjusted her posture slightly, and when she was about to kneel more comfortably, the door behind her was opened.

She looked back and found that Fu Siting was standing there, looking at her with tightly pursed lips.

"Xiao Ting, why are you here?" She cried for a while, her voice became a little hoarse, and the voice she shouted startled herself.

"I can't persuade Dad, he is very persistent. In order to show my resistance to his tyranny, I also come here to kneel all night." Fu Siting walked in slowly, and knelt down on the round cushion beside her .

Andora didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are good, what are you messing around here? Go back quickly, don't kneel here."

Fu Siting stared closely into her eyes: "Sister, are you crying?" He felt a little distressed, my sister must have been wronged a lot, that's why I cried here, but I couldn't handle the situation. Turning around, he still failed to persuade Fu Hang to call his sister back.

Andora turned her eyes away in embarrassment. Although she did cry, she didn't want Fu Siting to see it. After all, as his older sister, it was really a shame to let him know that she was crying because she came to kneel in the ancestral hall. It's a bit embarrassing.

Fu Siting didn't pursue further, as if he suddenly remembered something, he grinned, and took out a nice bag of bread from his pocket: "Sister, look, I brought you something to eat." Then She stuffed the bread into her hands, and took out a bottle of mosquito repellent, "And this, there are a lot of words here at night, if you don't do some protection, there will be a lot of bags on your hands and feet tomorrow."

Andora chuckled: "You are well-prepared, didn't you kneel less when you were young?"

Fu Siting scratched his head embarrassingly: "Fortunately, I was punished to kneel, but not too much, I'm still very good." He said seriously.

Andora looked at him with a smile: "Tell me about your childhood. I really want to know what kind of growth environment it was that raised my brother so well."

It was the first time Fu Siting heard her admit that he was her younger brother, and he was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was a little incoherent: "You admit that I am your older sister... No," he slapped himself lightly, "You It's my brother..."

Andora's bad mood dissipated in an instant, she patted his head: "I have such an obedient and good brother, I'm too happy, why don't I admit it?"

The two of them stood side by side and chatted about their childhood.Andora listened to him, and occasionally talked about her growing environment. Fu Siting was equally curious. Sometimes she said one thing, and Fu Siting could ask ten more.

In Fu Siting's memory, there is Fu Jiao, and he is not like himself, the impression of Fu Jiao is just a flat photo.

"Xiao Ting, mother, what kind of person are you?" Andora asked softly.

Fu Siting tilted his head and thought for a while: "Mom is a very naughty person in front of Dad. She often jokes with Dad, but Dad has never been angry with her. He always looks at her with a smile. Looking at my mother. In front of my grandparents, my mother is a daughter who is very good at acting like a baby, but so are my grandparents, who always look at my mother with a smile, as if my mother is the daughter of their Fu family who keeps her vitality. And my mother is in front of me "He lowered his voice slowly, "Mom is in front of me, she is a very gentle mother, no longer like that naughty big child, she can tell stories, sing to me, and smile at me very gently .”

Thinking of Fu Jiao, Fu Siting also felt a little sad.

Andora feels that Fu Jiao is really a multi-faceted person. At the same time, she can also feel that the people of the Fu family like Fu Jiao, especially Fu Hang. The more he loves Fu Jiao, the more he hates himself when he sees him today. Bar?

She finally asked: "Is what he said true? I really caused my mother's death?"

Fu Siting raised his head abruptly, and firmly denied it: "No, my mother's health gradually deteriorated and finally passed away. It has nothing to do with you, sister."

A voice of approval sounded from behind: "Well, my aunt has been cured of her depression after you lost it. It wasn't because of your loss that her depression got worse and she died."

The two looked back and found that Fu Ye was leaning against the door frame. They didn't know how long they had been listening there.Andora was a little helpless: "What's the matter? One person came to kneel in the ancestral hall, and it turned into a gathering of the younger generation, right? If he knew, he would be pissed off by me, right?"

Fu Ye smiled, walked to one of the two rows of chairs on both sides of the ancestral hall and sat down: "I'm not here to accompany you to kneel down as punishment. I was ordered to persuade you to go back."

There was a hint of expectation in Andola's voice: "Order?" Did Fu Hang calm down and ask Fu Ye to tell them to go back?

"Well, grandpa and grandma are almost in a hurry. I was persuaded by my parents several times before going back to the room to rest. Then my parents asked me to call you back."

Andora's eyes dimmed instantly, sure enough, Fu Hang didn't care about her life or death.When he gives an order, he will carry it out to the end, and will not revoke his decision midway.

"I said, you're about the same, right? The emotional communication between siblings is deep enough, and there's no need to spend long nights here to communicate."

Andola pushed Fu Siting beside her: "What about you, you should go back quickly."

Fu Siting stood still, like a hill: "I haven't talked to you enough yet, if I want to go back, it's just him going back."

Fu Ye glared at him: "You are a white-eyed wolf who values ​​sisters and despises brothers. You knelt here before, and I came to persuade you on the orders of grandparents, and you went back immediately. It's like you got Shang Fang's sword. Now it's not. Get me out of here."

Fu Siting smiled triumphantly: "Of course, I already have an older sister, what do I need my older brother for?"

Andora couldn't help laughing when she heard their bickering.In fact, she was wrong just now, the members of the Fu family, except Fu Hang, all welcome her.

Fu Ye sat here for a while, and seeing that the two of them really had no intention of going back, he could only yawn and said helplessly, "I'm going crazy if I don't accompany you here. I'm almost thirty You're middle-aged, and you still have to go back to cultivate your health. But you'd better return to the main building tomorrow morning. Otherwise, if your grandparents know that you've been kneeling all night, you'll probably be very angry tomorrow."

After speaking, he put the thin blanket in his hand on the chair, explained a few words, and then walked out.