God gave me a kapok 3

"God gave me a kapok 3" Author: Wei Silin

Copywriting: Two generations are human beings

If you want to plant flowers, you will not succeed

Unintentionally inserting willows into shade

This is Fu Ruilin's life

It is also the final chapter of the series "God Gives Me a Plant of Kapok".

If you want to plant flowers, you will not succeed

Unintentionally inserting willows into shade

This is Fu Ruilin's life

It is also the final chapter of the series "God gave me a kapok"

Content tags: Urban love rebirth

Search keywords: Protagonist: Fu Ruilin┃ Supporting actors: Zhao Laiyi, Gu Xinyu, Chen Ling, Zhang Beibei, Chen Jiang, Chen Minghao

Chapter 1 She is gone and alive again

This is a flat land halfway up the mountain, with green grass and green trees, and artificially built streams can be seen everywhere. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the stream, shining like a flowing silver belt.

European-style manors, big iron gates, big gardens, and big houses are scattered in this beautiful scenery.

The most expensive location is the periphery, where you can overlook the magnificent mountain scenery and watch the worldly lights when you step out of the balcony.

There is a huge manor on the side of the mountain wall on the outside. The manor faces the mountain view, and the back of the manor is the sunset. The endless clouds are stretching in the air, like a cat whose short body is stretched out in a yawn. long.The manor stained with gold and red adds to its brilliance, and the whole picture tells the life of the owner of the manor without words.

Fu Ruilin was sitting on a wooden rocking chair, the rocking chair didn't swing, her slightly thinning short silver hair was combed back meticulously, her old body was not as straight as before, so she could only lie down like this, with a woolen blanket on her legs.But people are so old, aren’t they always like this, they are 75 years old, what do they care about, Fu Ruilin smiled peacefully, her warm eyes looked at Hongxia in front of her, when a gust of wind passed by, the blow messed up her hair and feet, and the hairs on her neck stood on end When she got up, she couldn't help tightening her coat tightly.

"Grandma, is it too cold? Shall I bring you more blankets?" Granddaughter Fu Zhihe just came in, and quickly put the hot tea on the side table, and reached out to help Fu Ruilin tighten her coat together.

Fu Zhihe is the daughter of Fu Ruilin's third adopted son, Fu Zhijun. Fu Zhihe doesn't like doing business, but likes to draw, especially to draw other people's stories. Her favorite painting is the story of grandma, so she has been sticking to Fu Ruilin's side.

Fu Ruilin was unmarried all her life, and only adopted ten adopted children, otherwise she would not have lived in such a large manor.

"It's okay, just have a sip of tea to keep warm." Fu Ruilin patted Fu Zhihe's hand, comparing her granddaughter's white and tender hand back, which had long been wrinkled into dried orange peel, she smiled faintly, reached out to hold the teacup and exhaled twice She breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip, but this time the tea did not bring her warmth as in the past, but the water temperature was still the same, she was really too old, did her body function decline again?She couldn't help but tugged on her coat again.

"Grandma, look, no, I'll go get a blanket." Fu Zhihe left quickly.

Fu Ruilin was a little tired. She was in a daze to hear what her granddaughter said just now, and she didn't have the heart to ask clearly, so she just let her granddaughter leave.She looked at the sunset outside, why did she have a double image?How did it become a little empty?The eyelids seemed to be gradually hung with weights one by one, drooping lower and lower, and gradually she closed her eyes, and the hand that was holding onto the coat was released like this, and another gust of wind blew, and the messy hair and feet became more messy, but she already felt Not feeling cold, she fell asleep, never before, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

It was a grand funeral, and the huge mourning hall was filled with densely packed people dressed in black. The Fu family, celebrities in the southern political and business circles, and representatives of major charitable organizations all came from all over the place.

The high platform in front of the guest seats is a glass coffin surrounded by white flowers. Fu Ruilin is lying in the coffin. At this time, she is wearing light makeup and her favorite black suit. She thinks it is domineering, but still One can imagine the heroism of the old man during his lifetime.

Fu Ruilin's younger brother Fu Ruilong looked at the dead elder sister expressionlessly, the dry tears on his face told how much pain he felt in his heart, elder sister, why did you leave so quickly...

"I'm leaving, I'm afraid I won't be in time, so I wrote the suicide note a long time ago, didn't you expect me to keep it?" Next to the glass coffin was the main podium, and Fu Zhihe stood there, reciting Fu Ruilin's suicide note. She sniffled and smiled, as if that Doubi grandma was still in front of her eyes, but it happened so, her heart hurt even more, she wiped away the tears that fell to her chin again, and continued to read, "Life has a destiny, we gather and disperse in the sky, everyone is sad I’ll be fine today, and I’ll continue to live a good life the next day. My life has been full of ups and downs, starting from nothing, ups and downs, and finally winning a wonderful prize. It’s worth it. The only regret may be that I’ve been single for thousands of years. But this is my choice, there is nothing to say, and with you, I am not alone at all. I actually want to tell you that those who are alive should look forward, be brave to express love, and be brave to pursue Meng, don’t be afraid, remember, you can afford to try at any time. If I can do it all over again, I will live a more chic life!”

After Fu Zhihe finished reading, he covered his mouth and wept uncontrollably. Seeing this, her boyfriend hurried up to help Fu Zhihe get off the guest seat. The people in the audience stood up spontaneously and bowed to the old man. The old man whose family has laid a piece of the world, this old man who loves them deeply mourns.

According to Fu Ruilin's will, the Fu family cremated her body for a sea burial, and all the inheritance under her name was donated to charity organizations, and all profits generated by the company's shares belonged to the charity fund of the group.

The close relatives of the Fu family didn't have any objections. Fu Ruilin told them about these things a few years ago, and they will always remember Fu Ruilin's teaching: You can fight your own world, and if you want to win the society, you must give back to the society!Having these teachings is already invaluable.

Fu Ruilin was in a deep sleep, when suddenly her face was rubbed several times by a palm, her drowsiness was kneaded into dough, her breath rose like pepper rushing down her throat, who is so presumptuous!I don't know if the old man sleeps until he wakes up naturally! ?

"Oh!" Fu Ruilin stretched out her hand and pushed away the kneading hand.

etc!Where did this clear and youthful voice come from?Is it possible that the voice will actually change in old age?And what kind of bed is this under the body?What kind of quilt is this on?So rough that it wasn't her Simmons at all!

"Get up, it's 7 o'clock!" A woman's voice came, not the Mandarin I often heard, but her native dialect!What's the situation!

Fu Ruilin opened her eyes in disbelief, the woman's young face appeared, her good figure hadn't changed, her face was healthy and ruddy, her skin was white and bright, her hair was black and thick, with a neat ponytail, she was so pretty the great beauty.

"Mom? Mom!" Fu Ruilin lifted the quilt and got up. With a small body of 1.2 meters high, she was wearing a pair of thin long-sleeved trousers. The cold in autumn did not make this small body feel anything at all. Fu Ruilin's eyes were as wide open as Tongling Big, and fumbled at his body violently.

"Hurry up and get dressed." Fang Fang raised a small figure costume to Fu Ruilin.

Fu Ruilin rushed over to hug Fang Fang like a small bomb.

"What are you doing? Put on your clothes quickly, and catch a cold later!" Fang Fang frowned, trying to lift Fu Ruilin away, but Fu Ruilin hugged her too tightly, and her clothes were wrinkled into more than a dozen folds by this little guy.

Fang Fang's warm body temperature kept injecting a message into Fu Ruilin's head: This is true!This is real!

When she was 63 years old, Fang Fang died of kidney failure. Her mother promised to accompany her until she was 75, but in the end both of them missed the appointment, and Fu Ruilin only lived to [-] years old.

"Mom, I miss you so much." Fu Ruilin's eyes turned red instantly, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She will always remember Fang Fang's lifeless look on the sick bed. It's cold, it's cold when you touch your feet, it's cold when you touch your face, and you won't breathe out again.That day, like a madman, she kept resuscitating Fang Fang's heart. There was no other words in her mouth except "no" and her eyes were red like two red lanterns soaked in water. In the end, her younger brother Fu Ruilong and the doctor dragged her out Yes, she lost six catties in less than a week.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Or did your mother pinch you?" Fang Fang panicked, hugged her daughter and coaxed her, then touched the little shoulder she pinched just now, and secretly scolded herself for being reckless. Can live.

"It doesn't hurt." Fu Ruilin shook her head, "I just dreamed that you left me, Mom, and I was so scared." Fu Ruilin raised her head, her big teary eyes made Fang Fang feel distressed again.

"Mom is here, what are you afraid of." Fang Fang touched Fu Ruilin's head, feeling satisfied with being needed by her daughter, but also sad that her daughter was crying, coaxing, "Mom loves you, don't be afraid."