The sweetness of milk is not as sweet as yours

Chapter94

Dai Tianming's school is about to start, and he has to hand over his phone to his mother, so he can play games with Chu Yu one last time.

Chu Yu's legs were still a little weak, so Lai Lai Haw asked Fu Zhengming to carry it on his back, and to eat chicken with Dai Tianming on his back.

Dai Tianming asked Chu Yu: "Is your grandfather feeling better? When will he be back?"

Chu Yu: "Do you miss my grandpa?"

Dai Tianming: "I'll just greet you politely. I haven't visited your house this year to pay New Year's greetings to your grandpa."

Compared with Grandpa Chu Yu, Dai Tianming admitted that he still misses Chu Yu more. After all, after the internet cafe was captured, he never saw his good brother again.

Dai Tianming died, obsessed Chu Yu, sighed: "Oh, school will start in the afternoon, I'm going to suffer from school start anxiety."

Chu Yu was curious: "Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

Dai Tianming: "It's already finished."

Fu Zhengming remained silent all this time, and walked slowly towards the pavilion with Chu Yu on his back, at this moment he laughed, "Being more promising than Chu Yu."

Dai Tianming heard Fu Zhengming's voice and said in surprise: "Uncle Fu, you are here too."

Chu Yu snorted softly, and the character on the phone lay down in the corner, and pinched Fu Zhengming's ear with one hand.

Fu Zhengming lightly returned his palm on his hip.

Seeing that Chu Yu hadn't moved for a long time, Dai Tianming said, "Chu Yu, what are you doing? You ran away with poison."

Chu Yu kicked her leg, her ears blushed: "Here we come."

Fu Zhengming put down Chu Yu, and pulled him to sit on his lap, caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and looked back, but there was no one at the entrance of the front hall.

Watching TV at night, Chu Yu looked a little sleepy, and wanted to fall on his Uncle Fu, but suddenly heard an angry reprimand: "What do you mean, don't you grow bones? Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

Chu Yu was taken aback, not understanding where grandpa got angry, sat up straight, subconsciously yawned, and stubbornly retorted: "Not sleepy."

But Fu Zhengming said: "I'm all yawning, go to bed and get up early tomorrow."

"What are you doing early?" Chu Yu didn't want to go to sleep, so she naturally pressed Fu Zhengming's thigh and passed him to get the remote control, "Change the channel."

He changed the channel, only to find that his grandfather was staring at him.

Chu Yu just felt inexplicable.

Fu Zhengming patted his head: "Get up early tomorrow and accompany grandpa to the hospital for a re-examination."

"I forgot," Chu Yu said perfunctorily with a little shame, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Grandpa snorted heavily.

Chu Yu had no choice but to get up: "Then I'm going to bed, and you all go to bed early, otherwise you won't get up when I get up tomorrow."

"Is the teacher sleeping?"

Chu Yu left, and the changed channel was lively, but no one was watching.

The old man stared at Fu Zhengming, and it took a while before he replied, "Sleep."

I don't know what to compete with.

It wasn't until Fu Zhengming sent him back to the room, hugged him to the bed, and lay down, that he looked at Fu Zhengming and asked, "Zhengming, do you feel that you are pampering that kid Chu Yu too much?"

It's not been a day or two since Chu Yu is pampered. Fu Zhengming thought that he was used to it, and said, "Chu Yu is well-behaved, sensible, and likable. It's okay to indulge him."

He even felt that it was not enough.

Grandpa sneered heavily: "I thought you were pampering Chu Yu because he was your nephew."

Fu Zhengming felt something strange in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile: "I haven't indulged him much recently, why did you suddenly say this?"

Grandpa hesitated to speak, and said after a long while: "It's nothing, even Chu Yu is a grown-up kid, but he behaves in front of you all day long, like a monkey in Huaguo Mountain, who almost climbed onto you and made trouble. You Sometimes you have to put on the appearance of an elder, otherwise you will make him talk like something."

Fu Zhengming originally wanted to say what's the matter, but the look in his grandfather's eyes made him silent for a moment, and finally replied: "Okay."

He tucked in the quilt, got up, and saw his grandpa closing his eyes tiredly and letting out a heavy breath, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Turning off the light, Fu Zhengming sighed not easily, and said from the bottom of his heart for a moment: "Chu Yu has been attached to me since I was a child, and I watched him grow up. Teacher Qiao Tan and Teacher Chu Jianmin passed away. Seeing him sad, I feel sad." My heart is also very sad. You sent him to my side, I just want him to forget the past and be happy, and restore the innocence of his childhood. Teacher, I hope that Chu Yu will never grow up, at least by my side .”

The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, and there was no response for a long time. Fu Zhengming fell asleep as an old man, and was about to close the door and leave, but he heard the old man say: "You must grow up, you must marry, have children, and start a family."

In the past few days, Chu Yu always felt that someone was watching him secretly from behind. When he looked back, he found nothing, at most he found a small mound.The little mound stared at him coldly and noblely, and even showed a puzzled expression after staring at each other for a long time, thinking that Chu Yu was begging it for mercy, so it slowly swayed towards him, and then jumped onto his lap.Didn't even know how much I weighed.

The day before the Lantern Festival, Chu Yu was going to work in S City, and then went straight back to school.

Chu Yu wanted to leave, and grandpa couldn't stay any longer, clamoring to go back to Tianhe Community, no matter what he couldn't stop him.

There was no other way, Fu Zhengming drove him back and brought along two strong servants, one for personal care and one for housework.

After the Lantern Festival, both Chu Yu and Fu Zhengming got busy. One had to deal with company affairs and also take care of their studies. A large group company was so busy that they never touched the ground, and they had to come back often to take care of the old man.

The old man is not very peaceful, his hands are itchy, and he wants to play cards.Fu Zhengming could only invite all his poker friends to play poker with him no matter what happened or not.I am satisfied even if I want to fish, and I take time to accompany him in person, and often rush back to cook after the meeting, because the old man thinks the food made by the servant is not to the taste.

The poker players who saw it all praised him, not his own son is better than his own son.

The old man just snorted softly, but he could still see a little embarrassment in his eyes.

Chu Yu often doesn’t see Uncle Fu when he goes back to Dongwang, so he naturally knows how hard Uncle Fu has been working hard to take care of the old urchin at home. If it doesn’t taste good, you have to eat it all.”

The old man snorted disdainfully: "You can still control me, I'll give you everything that doesn't taste good."

Chu Yu ignored him and asked his servant to push him out, leaving Fu Zhengming to help him.

Chu Yu planned to cook beef brisket with potatoes, pork ribs with yam, and stir-fry two side dishes.

The ribs I bought directly didn't chop well. Fu Zhengming took the knife but was snatched away by Chu Yu: "I'll do it."

Fu Zhengming laughed: "Do you really want to come by yourself?"

Chu Yu glanced at him: "Do you look down on me?"

"How come, baby can't do anything."

Chu Yu was so numb by him, and it was very useful. He chopped the ribs twice, and raised his hand: "Come here."

The tone is very uncle.

Fu Zhengming also cooperated: "What orders does the chef have?"

"Chef has no strength, I want to kiss you to draw some strength." Chu Yu said, kissing Fu Zhengming's lips like a superficial kiss.

Kissed again and again, making Fu Zhengming laugh out loud.

Chu Yu snorted softly: "The chef still misses you, the chef knows you have worked hard."

Fu Zhengming clasped his waist, and was about to deepen the kiss, when he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground at the door.

Fu Zhengming hurriedly turned his head, and saw the servant hurriedly sweeping up the flower mud on the ground. It was a pot of green radishes.

"What's going on?" Fu Zhengming strode out, but only saw the back of the old man pushing his wheelchair to the living room.

Chu Yu followed and asked, "What's wrong?"

The servant replied cautiously: "The old gentleman accidentally bumped into the potted plant on the table."

Chu Yu didn't suspect him, and asked, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

Grandpa didn't look back, and after a while he replied solemnly: "It's okay, let's cook your meal."

Chu Yu looked at Fu Zhengming in confusion.

Fu Zhengming patted his shoulder reassuringly: "Go and do your work."

Because of this incident, Chu Yu didn't dare to mess around with his Uncle Fu in the kitchen anymore, and he couldn't help worrying in his heart, worrying whether grandpa saw it, otherwise how could he be so coincidentally at the kitchen door and bump into the potted plant so coincidentally.

But apart from his low mood, grandpa didn't have the slightest abnormality.

The next day the teacher had something to do with Chu Yu, and Chu Yu went back to school early in the morning.

After he left, the old man resigned from the usual poker friends who came to play cards, and went back to the room, and did not come out for a long time.

Fu Zhengming was a little worried, no one answered when he knocked on the door, so he simply opened the door and went in, seeing that the old man was flipping through the photos in his hand, and didn't lift his head when he heard the sound.

Since the fall, the old man's hair has been completely white, and now, under the dim light from the dilapidated screen window, it has a gray luster.

The old man held up a photo, his hands trembling slightly: "Look, this is the photo your mother sent you to school."

In the photo, it was Lin Xi, his mother whom he had almost forgotten. Standing side by side with Lin Xi was Qiao Guoan, who was still teaching in kindergarten. Standing in front of them was four-year-old Fu Zhengming - whose surname was Lin at that time.Lin's surname was not changed until the Fu family came to recognize him.

Fu Zhengming's throat was dry and it was difficult to speak: "Teacher."

The old man didn't respond.

Fu Zhengming spoke again: "Teacher..."

He has been doing business since he entered university and made his first pot of gold. He has dealt with all kinds of people. He has honed his interpersonal skills for many years and accumulated countless experiences. He knows how to negotiate with people in his best interest.But at this moment, he couldn't use those utilitarian things in the business field to deal with an old man who had raised him for many years.

He can usually see the future of a project when it has just taken shape. In the end, he knows whether he will win or lose.When he was with Chu Yu, he also expected today, but when this day actually came, it was more difficult than letting him deal with bankruptcy.

Chu Yu came back very late, and showed Fu Zhengming with great interest a set of internationally renowned interior designer manuscripts that the department head had lent him.

This designer is the teacher of the department head and has passed away. The manuscript is a precious gift he left to the department head.

Chu Yu commented while browsing: "I think his designs are only suitable for displaying as works of art. His early works are quite interesting, as well as the design of slums. Later, his designs became more and more famous. Yes, I even designed palaces for the royal family... I'll go get a computer and search."

Chu Yu didn't seem to notice anything wrong between Fu Zhengming and his grandfather. After dinner, he went straight back to his room to finish the homework assigned by the teacher.

When Fu Zhengming came over after washing, Chu Yu was already lying on the bed and sleeping.

He sat by the bed and looked at Chu Yu for a while.Although she has gone to college, Chu Yu still looks young, still a boy, still like the clear sunshine in the morning, habitually lying down in large characters, with her hands stretched out long, occupying Fu Zhengming's pillow.

I remembered that when Chu Yu first came to City A, she always slept curled up, in an extremely insecure position.

Fu Zhengming's eyes overflowed with a smile, and he lowered his head to stealthily kiss the sleeping beauty.

After spending two days with the old man at home, Chu Yu went back to school.In the evening, Fu Zhengming went to pick him up for dinner, and Chu Yu asked him, "Should you go back to the east tonight?"

Fu Zhengming said, "I still have something to do in the evening. I might go to see my grandfather again. The servant said that he insisted on going downstairs in the morning because he hurt his wound a little. He complained of pain in the afternoon and refused to go to the hospital."

Chu Yu hurriedly said: "Then I will go back with you."

But just after dinner, he was informed that there was a lecture that he had to attend later, so Chu Yu had to let Fu Zhengming go back to visit his grandfather alone.

Ever since the old man dug out the old photos that day, the atmosphere between Fu Zhengming and the old man has been a little quiet and almost delicate.

Once Chu Yu was gone, he became even more stagnant.

The old man's reaction today was somewhat beyond Fu Zhengming's expectations.I can't see through it for a while, and I don't know whether to be happy or worried.

When I got home, the old man was still asleep, so Fu Zhengming asked him tentatively, "Does your foot still hurt? The servant said you touched a wound when you went downstairs?"

With a cold face, the old man responded: "I can't die."

Fu Zhengming sighed from the bottom of his heart.

When it was time to go to bed, Fu Zhengming ignored the old man's resistance, helped him to the bed, and didn't rush away. He paused for a while, and knelt down beside the bed.

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, he clutched the bed sheet, and the pained emotion in his eyes finally poured out: "What are you doing?"

Fu Zhengming lowered his voice and suppressed the dark clouds in his eyes: "Teacher, I can have nothing, but I can't live without Chu Yu."

The old man stared at him, his eyes were bloodshot, he didn't speak for a long time, and when he opened his mouth, Fu Zhengming fell into an abyss: "You don't want anything, you want my old life!"