The sweetness of milk is not as sweet as yours

Chapter53

Chu Yu fell asleep very late, and had some sleepy dreams, but when he woke up, he felt that it was so ridiculous that his brain would explode.

He sat on the side of the bed for a while, and he recovered. When he remembered what happened last night, he was afraid to go out.

Voices came from outside the door.

Fu Zhengming: "Chu Yu still awake?"

The tone sounds very ordinary.

"Do you have a headache?" Grandpa poured water, "I was so drunk last night, I fell asleep on the bed."

Fu Zhengming said: "It's okay, I won't stay for breakfast, the company still has some finishing touches."

"Not finished yet?" Grandpa was a little surprised, "Why are you so busy this year? Don't you have a holiday at this time in previous years?"

"This year's situation is quite special, and it may be busier in the future. It will be fine after a while."

"Pay attention to your body."

"Yes." Fu Zhengming's voice approached the study room, and there was a knock on the door, "Is Chu Yu awake? Uncle is gone."

After a long while in the room, there was a faint "hmm" sounded

Fu Zhengming pretended that he hadn't woken up yet, and rubbed his forehead: "I'm busy these days, and I may have to come over for lunch on New Year's Eve. If you're bored, you can find me in Wanting."

This will be silent.

Fu Zhengming waited for a while, and was glared at by his grandfather: "You go, I guess you haven't woken up yet."

Fu Zhengming had no choice but to leave first.

He called his assistant to pick him up. After getting in the car, he drank some water, closed his eyes and rested for a while, but he was always restless, as if he missed something.I don't know if it's because Chu Yu didn't respond to his apology last night, or because the study room was so quiet in the morning.

After a while, he picked up his phone and sent Chu Yu a WeChat message: "Chu Yu, uncle saw the nuclear carving on your table, it's very cute, and the carving is very good."

This one also fell into the sea like a mud cow, and there was no response.

Fu Zhengming held three meetings in a row and still had to go to MIK. He was finally free at night. He looked at his phone for the first time, but the result was still the same—no result.

Chu Yu is at the top, as long as there is news, he will be able to see it at a glance, but the news still stays on the one he sent.

Drunk last night, and busy during the day without touching the ground, hard-working people will also be tired.Fu Zhengming leaned back in the chair and clicked on the phone album.Under a certain photo album signed by YY, there are hundreds of photos, including the candid photos of those students he saved from the Internet, as well as his occasional snapshots.The clearest and most beautiful photos are the ones of Chu Yu that Fu Yao took with the camera that day, and the group photo of him and Chu Yu.There is a picture of two people looking at each other and smiling, there are so many people sitting in the huge auditorium, so noisy, but there seems to be an unbreakable barrier between them, and they all become phantoms behind them.In their eyes, there is only each other.In addition to these photos, there are also a few videos, which were basically taken at the party that night. There are two sections, which Fu Zhengming turned over and over again, and he has watched it countless times.

In the photo album, the latest one is the previous annual meeting, Chu Yu was sleeping on his lap, the heater was fully turned on, her face was flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and she was clutching the hem of his clothes defenselessly.

Fu Zhengming stroked the photo lightly, and the restlessness in his heart dissipated a little.

The phone ding-dong lightly, Fu Zhengming quickly clicked on it, but it was Tan Xi who sent it to him.

"Come out for a drink?"

Fu Zhengming found it troublesome to type, so he said concisely: "Busy."

"What are you busy with? It's almost Chinese New Year. Take a vacation for yourself, take your kid and go to Australia to play together? City A is too cold this year."

Fu Zhengming's heart moved slightly: "I'll ask him."

Tan Xi insisted: "Come out for a drink, I wrote a new song and let the band sing it to you, so you can relax."

Fu Zhengming didn't call him back and contacted the driver.

When I arrived at Qiao's house, unexpectedly only the old man was there, with a cat in his arms, dozing off with the TV on.

"teacher?"

He went to Chu Yu's room to take a look, and found that the table had been cleaned up, leaving only some debris.The bed was also made neatly. It was clearly a place to sleep, but there was a chill in it, as if no one had ever slept in this room.

Grandpa was woken up by the cat, yawned long, and looked at Fu Zhengming: "Are you looking for that kid? He ran away."

Fu Zhengming was puzzled: "Run away?"

"I went to his little aunt, saying that he was going to learn art from a teacher. His uncle is very optimistic about him and plans to train him to become a master of nuclear carving. In the future, any sculpture will be a work of art, and it will sell for tens of millions. Excuse me. In the future, I will buy a villa for the old man with this thing, hum, little bastard."

Fu Zhengming knew that the old man was talking angry.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and Chu Yu actually left his grandfather to go to his little aunt, how could he be so angry this time.Fu Zhengming always felt that something was wrong.

Grandpa said: "Why did you come over suddenly? What happened to you these two days, did you quarrel? Don't you usually know what he is doing best?"

Now Fu Zhengming didn't hide from Qiao Guoan anymore.

"I had a dispute with him yesterday afternoon, and he scratched his hand."

"Did you scratch your hand?"

"It's not a big deal, it looks almost better," but Fu Zhengming still couldn't hide his distress, "I told him not to play this, and his tone was not very good, so he got angry with me."

The old man was stunned: "Then he really likes this thing?"

Fu Zhengming thought to himself, it would be best if things were this simple.

How did he get so drunk last night that he didn't have any memory of how he went to bed, it seems that his memory has been disconnected since he apologized to Chu Yu.

"No wonder you apologized to him last night and said you gave him knives and cores as gifts."

The old man pondered for a while, and then felt something was wrong: "You apologized to him last night, and I didn't look angry when I saw him. Why haven't you reconciled today?"

Fu Zhengming could only guess: "Maybe I said something to anger him after returning to the room."

"That's right," the old man patted his thigh, "He was wrong when he helped you back to the room last night, and he was still crying. His eyes were red. What did you say to make him so angry?"

Fu Zhengming: "...forgot."

Grandpa: "Okay, take it easy, this can't help you."

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When Chu Yu arrived at his aunt's house, his uncle was also busy with closing the company at the end of the year, so he tried to finish his work as early as possible to give himself a long vacation and come back to accompany his wife and children.

Uncle was not at home, so Chu Yu occupied his uncle's workbench, absent-mindedly carving things.

The little aunt hugged the fussy little daughter around, came to see her little cousin, and saw Chu Yu stabbing hard into the nails with a flat knife for carving, which shocked the little aunt: "Chu Yu!"

Chu Yu snapped back to his senses, gasping for breath in pain, half of his fingernails were already blushing.

"What are you thinking about, what kind of knife do you use when you are distracted, you hurt yourself."

There is no way to clean the wounds in the nails. You can only simply rinse them with water and let the nails grow back on their own.

That half of the nails were red, and it hurt to look at it. The little aunt wanted to reprimand again, but seeing that Chu Yu's eyes were also red, her heart softened again, and she asked softly, "What's the matter with you? Had a fight with grandpa?"

Chu Yu shook his head, put away the peach pit and the knife, the phone next to him vibrated, and several messages popped up one after another.

The little aunt couldn't help but glanced and saw a tail.

"It's your Uncle Fu who asked you to reply. Did you quarrel with your Uncle Fu?"

Chu Yu still shook her head, but under the worried eyes of her little aunt, she still picked up the phone.

Fu Zhengming hadn't replied to the message Chu Yu sent in the morning, and he sent several more messages in the evening.

Ask him if he is still angry, and tell him not to be angry, and then ask him if what his uncle said last night made him angry, and tell him not to fuss with his uncle.

Chu Yu saw the last item.

"Chu Yu, did uncle say something that made you angry last night? Grandpa said you were still crying. It's uncle's fault. Don't worry about drunks. Don't worry uncle, just send a message."

He forgot, he didn't remember anything, he was broken.

Chu Yu suddenly felt that it was ridiculous for him to struggle for so long, feel so uncomfortable, and run away secretly.

It seemed like this was a one-man show of his, he felt uncomfortable and the other was worried, but the other didn't know anything about it, and when he woke up, he left everything behind, so he was free and easy.

He put down the phone, pressed it on the table, picked it up again after a while, his vision blurred, and replied: "I'll go back tomorrow."

He wanted to go back and see if Fu Zhengming's fragment was real or fake.

Because Chu Yu was clearly in the wrong mood, my little aunt always felt uneasy when she sent him away.

"Your Uncle Fu really wants to bully you, just say it out, little aunt, uncle and grandpa won't let you go, you know?"

Chu Yu comforted her: "He didn't bully me. He just saw that I was injured and refused to allow me to carve again, so I got angry with him."

Even if Fu Zhengming bullied him, Chu Yu would certainly get back his position.He didn't learn Sanda for half a year.

The little aunt was skeptical, but she still didn't say anything more.

Chu Yu didn't tell Fu Zhengming about her flight, but after arriving at the airport, she unexpectedly saw Fu Zhengming.

His heart skipped a beat, and when he saw him suddenly, his heartbeat was sad and uncontrollable.

Fu Zhengming's face was pale, his eyes were black and blue, and he looked sick. After not seeing him for more than a day, he seemed to have lost weight.

Chu Yu walked up to him, and before he had time to ask him how he knew which plane he was on, he heard him coughing suppressedly.

"Uncle asked someone to check your flight information." Fu Zhengming finally saw someone again, standing in front of him pretty, although his face was cold, but half of his heart dropped.

Seeing the bloodshot eyes of the child, and the unconscious expression of grievance, made his heart tremble, and he could not help but pull him into his arms when he came back to his senses.

"It's my uncle's fault, it's my fault." Fu Zhengming didn't even know where he was wrong, he only knew that Chu Yu ignored him and let him live like a year in just 38 hours.He coughed twice more muffled, and hugged him tighter.

Chu Yu wanted to question all the words, but they were all scattered by him with a hug.

His worry wasn't fake, and his eyes weren't lying either, he just didn't remember anything.He just pierced his heart, but he hid himself like a flawless egg.

Chu Yu couldn't tell whether he had the same feelings as him in his worry and involuntary emotion.

The better Fu Zhengming treats him, the more frightened he is.Chu Yu understood what she wanted, and didn't want to make a fuss until the end, only to find out that Fu Zhengming only regarded him as a relative, and the kiss after drunk was just an oolong.It's better to stay away from everything now that everything is under control.

Chu Yu wanted to push Fu Zhengming away, but he heard him cough twice again.

The strength in Chu Yu's hand slowly eased again: "Are you sick?"

Fu Zhengming noticed that he was softening, and thought that the child really knew how to love others, so he held his hand with a smile, and walked to the side of the road: "I have a cough, it's nothing serious."

Chu Yu smelled smoke on him: "Cough and still smoke?"

Fu Zhengming felt a little down-to-earth: "I just smoked two. I didn't sleep well, so I refreshed myself."

Chu Yu stopped talking.

After being quiet for a while, Fu Zhengming finally found a chance: "Chu Yu, can you tell Uncle why you are angry? Is it because I don't let you carve the nuclei?"

His cautious tone made Chu Yu a little irritable: "I don't want to tell you."

Fu Zhengming was silent for a moment: "Are you still angry now?"

"pregnancy."

"Then how can you not be angry?"

Chu Yu paused: "Don't worry about whether I'm angry or not. I won't be angry in two days. I'm just competing with myself, and it has nothing to do with you."

Fu Zhengming knew that he was unwilling to say anything, so he had no choice but to agree: "Okay."

When he got to the car, he opened the door, and when Chu Yu got up, he wanted to pat his head, but was avoided.

Fu Zhengming suppressed the itch in his throat, and finally had no choice but to shake hands.

After getting in the car, Fu Zhengming found that Chu Yu's hands had been hidden in his sleeves, but fortunately his sleeves were long enough to cover them.

The car was well heated, but he didn't take off his coat. Fu Zhengming felt that something was wrong, but he didn't feel comfortable picking his hand directly.

After a while, Chu Yu probably got sweaty palms, and quietly stretched out her paws.

Fu Zhengming was looking out the window on the surface, but his attention was still on him, and he grabbed his hand first when he turned around.

"pain!"

Chu Yu flinched and glared at Fu Zhengming.Fu Zhengming quickly let go, but when Chu Yu withdrew his hand, he caught the blood on his left thumb.

"Is your hand hurt?"

Chu Yu said like a gun: "I've already said that I'm not a porcelain doll, and it's not serious."

"There's so much blood coming out, it hasn't gone away yet, why isn't it serious?"

Chu Yu couldn't help but said: "This is bruising, just like the injury I got when I first came to City A to fight. Why didn't I see you so distressed at that time?"

Fu Zhengming: "How do you know that I don't feel so distressed? When did I not feel so distressed when you were injured?"

After Fu Zhengming finished speaking, the car fell silent.Assistant Yang, who was driving in the front row, couldn't help but glanced back.

Both of them were taking a deep breath, Chu Yu turned his head away, Fu Zhengming rubbed his forehead, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, probably because he didn't understand why things turned out like this.

When the car was about to reach my grandfather's house, Assistant Yang suddenly said, "Mr. Fu, you should take your medicine. If your cough is still not cured by tomorrow, I suggest you go to the hospital for a careful examination. A cough is not a trivial matter."

Fu Zhengming said: "Okay, I understand, thank you for your hard work."

He took the medicine from Assistant Yang and swallowed it with water. After eating, he noticed that Chu Yu was peeking at him through the window glass, and laughed.

The car stopped, Chu Yu stepped on him and jumped out of the car.

Fu Zhengming didn't follow, watched him obediently go upstairs, and then said to Assistant Yang, "Let's go."