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There was a turbid smell in the room, neither unpleasant nor unpleasant, like dust clogging the nostrils.

Chen Fugui was not bedridden. He was pressing the mirror in the middle of the wardrobe.

The radio on the table was on, but it stopped, and it made a "crack, blah, blah" sound.

As soon as Liang Baiyu came in, the mirror that Chen Fugui had quickly pressed down slid down. He wanted to fix it quickly, but his hands didn't listen, and the mirror fell to pieces.

"Who let you in?" Chen Fugui scolded with a green face.

"Uncle Chen, let's talk about it later." Liang Baiyu looked around the room looking for a broom, "I'll sweep the broken glass off the floor for you."

"You don't need to intervene." Chen Fugui shouted outside, "Little Sulfone!"

"He's gone down the mountain." Liang Baiyu said.

Chen Fugui didn't realize it: "What mountain are you going down?"

"Help me fix the house." Liang Baiyu said with a smile to the puzzled eyes of the middle-aged patient, "I can't live here all the time."

Chen Fugui's complexion didn't improve, and he didn't continue to confront a junior, he was tired.

The radio stopped playing, and the melody of the old song "A Story Is a Story" was playing in the room, and time seemed to be going backwards.

Liang Baiyu found the broom and slowly swept the glass.

Chen Fugui coughed and supported the corner of the table. Seeing that his sweeping movements were so unfamiliar, it seemed that he had never done housework, and he couldn't even lift the oil bottle up when it fell down.

And that hand, I can't hold a broom well, sweeping anything.

Among the beta group that was average in every respect, a beta that was even more delicate than an omega came out.

It's also funny.

The figure of that talented woman appeared in Chen Fugui's mind, and he couldn't laugh immediately.

Like mother like son.

The sound of the shards of glass colliding was a bit loud, and Chen Fugui was so annoyed that he grabbed the broom and swept the glass with his strength.

Chen Fugui couldn't sweep away the remaining fine shards of glass, he staggered and couldn't stand, and pushed away his outstretched hand.

Liang Baiyu sat down on the ground.

"Did I push you, and you fell?" Chen Fugui stared, looking like he was going to eat people, "My son is not here, what are you pretending to do?"

Liang Baiyu got up on the ground, the corners of his lips drooping slightly, like a child who has been scolded by his family.

Chen Fugui was in a trance for a moment, he came back to his senses, and climbed onto the bed dragging his half-spent body.

Some glass was too small to be swept, so Liang Baiyu squatted down and scraped and twisted it with his hands.

Chen Fugui threw two peanut shells on his back: "Okay, I don't want you to mess with it!"

Otherwise, if he broke his hand back, he would cry in front of his son again.

Liang Baiyu wiped the dust on his fingertips carefully: "Uncle Chen, you are so prejudiced against me."

"Just like the people in the village." He drooped his eyes.

"If you were me, with someone like you pestering your son, would you look good?" Chen Fugui tucked a flat pillow up to his waist and supported himself.

Liang Baiyu made a gesture of serious thinking, he wondered: "I'm sorry, Uncle Chen, I can't imagine it."

"Based on my situation, I don't think I should have offspring in this life." The young man smiled carefree.

Chen Fugui frowned, he is not a young boy with a blank head, he has no experience and no understanding, at his age, he can see a lot of things at a glance.

"I'm not in good health, I can't last long, tell me, how can you leave my son?"

After a song was played, the room suddenly fell silent, and the floating dust seemed to be frozen.

"Hey……"

The silence was broken by Liang Baiyu's sigh. He dragged the wooden chair to the window by the wall, sat down and clasped his hands.

"Uncle Chen, people sometimes get sick after experiencing certain things, and their brains get sick."

A story flowed from between Liang Baiyu's bright red lips, "I thought I was an abandoned orphan, until I ran into some troubles at the beginning of this year, and I remembered my parents because of a blessing in disguise, where is my hometown, but I Just remembered a little bit."

Chen Fugui's cough stopped: "A little?"

"Yes." Liang Baiyu squeezed her white and thin fingers, "A little bit."

"Your cousin didn't tell you about your hometown?" Chen Fugui's mind was quite clear at the moment, and he quickly questioned it.

Liang Baiyu's lips parted slightly: "My cousin..."

"It was only when I remembered something at the beginning of the year that I realized that I still have a cousin. I have been separated from her for many years. I tried so hard to find her, but,"

After a pause for a few seconds, Liang Baiyu said, "She passed away a few years ago and died of illness."

"It's a pity." Liang Baiyu's entire face was full of sadness, as if he always remembered it in his heart, "I didn't even have time to thank her for taking me out of the village. At that time, I was not yet seven years old, and I fell ill when I went outside. Forget about it, it's really thanks to her."

For some reason, Chen Fugui felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"My hometown has changed a lot." Liang Baiyu had a fan-shaped silhouette under his eyes, which was set off by his white and delicate complexion, making him very fragile. "It's been a month and a half since I came back, and I still haven't found my parents' grave."

When Chen Fugui heard this, he confirmed his purpose.

Not surprising, expected.

"It's too late for me to remember my parents, it's very unfilial, I tried my best to piece together the memory, and finally remembered that they were buried in the southeast direction," Liang Baiyu bent her thin waist, inserted her fingers into her long black hair, and murmured softly He murmured, "But I just couldn't find their graves. I almost bald the grass in that field, and they didn't entrust me with dreams. It must be because I came back late."

Chen Fugui felt that the state of this junior was not right, he couldn't tell, it was just strange.

Maybe he was thinking too much.The Liang family is not mentally ill.

"It's been decades, and I can't figure out the result I want. It's normal for the older generation to forget. After all, it's not relative, no one remembers where the irrelevant people are buried."

A smile suddenly appeared on Liang Baiyu's lips, and he laughed out loud, "But I think I must have a good memory."

Chen Fugui reached the radio that was starting to babble again, and turned it off with his hand. He didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "I can tell you everything I know."

Liang Baiyu raised his eyelids, and his eyes fixed on the middle-aged man through the hair blocking his eyes.

"Leave my house after you've heard this, and stop interacting with my son." Chen Fugui stated his condition, and without waiting for the young man to respond, he quickly got out of bed and opened the drawer to get a small notebook and fountain pen.

All of a sudden, it was as if the light had returned to me, my legs and feet were not so heavy and strenuous, and I didn't cough anymore.

Chen Fugui turned back the small book for keeping accounts, and wrote two lines on a blank page. He had read the book, and he could read the handwriting, and the strokes were clear.

[I promise to leave Chen Suone, and from now on I will not speak a word to him, let alone have sex with him. 】

[If you regret it, the sky will be struck by lightning, and you will die badly. 】

Chen Fugui found ink pads in the drawer, and turned the small book to the young man: "Come and press your fingerprint, and we can continue talking after pressing it."

Liang Baiyu didn't move.

"Why, you want to rely on my son?" Chen Fugui snorted coldly, anxious in his heart.

"How could it be?" Liang Baiyu brushed back the loose strands of hair around his ears, and smiled lazily, "I was just thinking that Uncle Chen ate more salt than I ate rice, so he was really thoughtful."

The red ink pad got on his thumb, and he pressed it on the paper.

Like a bright red bloodstain.