After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an was sitting on the bedside, holding a tablet to read the homework of the past few days, and comparing the words he wrote every day.

Looking at the words that are improving every day, he nodded in satisfaction.

At this time Fu Chengwang's cell phone rang.

Fu Chengwang sat next to him, with a notebook on his lap, and Song Jin'an took his mobile phone to play music.Now that the phone rang, Song Jin'an was naturally the first to look at it.

He saw the word "mother" written on it.

"Fu Chengwang, it's your mother."

Fu Chengwang was taken aback for a moment, and took it with a blank expression.

He answered the phone, only called his mother in a flat manner, and then said nothing.On the contrary, the voice from over there seemed very enthusiastic.

"Chengwang, are you busy with work recently?"

"Fortunately."

"Then it's not very busy. Mom saw the hot search. It was your Aunt Zhen who told me about it. It's been several days. Why didn't you tell us when you fell in love? Your little boyfriend looks really good. Looks good... when can I take it home for a meal?"

"No talk." Fu Chengwang glanced at Song Jin'an, and Song Jin'an also looked at him suspiciously, and their eyes met. Fu Chengwang was a little embarrassed, stood up and went to the window to answer the phone.

"Oh, why would you go shopping hand in hand with someone if you weren't a boyfriend? Chengwang, are you still shy?" Fu's mother was shaking with a smile, her eyes narrowed.

Fu Chengwang didn't speak, and didn't bother to explain.

Seeing that he was not very interested, Qiao Siyuan sighed, and stopped teasing him, and only said softly: "Chengwang, this boy is very good-looking, and if you want to stay with him, it means that he is also a good person. If you think he is good, you can That aspect of feelings, just look everywhere, don’t miss it.”

Fu Chengwang lowered his eyes, was silent for a while, and then said: "Mmm..."

Only then did Qiao Siyuan laugh again, and told him that his grandparents also liked the photos after seeing them.

Speaking of grandpa, Fu Chengwang raised his eyes and said, "Where is grandpa? If he is here, let him answer the phone."

His grandfather happened to be eavesdropping nearby, and he pretended to delay for a while before answering the phone.

"What's wrong……"

"Grandpa, do you still have two sets of pens, inks, papers and inkstones in your collection? Give me one set." He said bluntly.

Mr. Fu Jing wondered, "What do you want? You don't know anything."

"Well, Song Jin'an wants it."

"Song Jin'an? Who is it?" He was stunned for a while, and Qiao Siyuan and his old lady next to him winked at him, and then he realized.

"Oh, is that the young man who was shopping with you hand in hand?"

"Uh..." This matter is not over yet, Fu Chengwang looked at the sky speechlessly, and hummed helplessly.

"So it's to please others. Why, that kid likes painting and calligraphy?" Fu Jing laughed.

Fu Chengwang didn't know if Song Jin'an liked calligraphy and painting, but he suggested it himself, so he probably liked it.Moreover, the sons of their ancient rich families, reciting poems and drawing paintings should be standard equipment.

But he didn't dare to make any conclusions, so he could only say vaguely: "Hmm..."

Mr. Fu Jing let out a "hiss" in pain, after all he was reluctant to part with it: "But this is something I have kept for many years, and I am reluctant to take it out, why don't you buy it for him yourself?"

"And if he can't write well, wouldn't it be a waste of my treasure." The little doll looked so small, he didn't believe that he could write a few good words.

Fu Chengwang didn't know how to refute, and he had never seen Song Jin'an's words, so he could only ask the person concerned.

"Song Jin'an..."

Song Jin'an, who was preparing for tomorrow's homework, immediately raised his head when he heard it: "What's the matter?"

"Can your calligraphy and painting reach everyone's level?"

Song Jin'an thought for a while, and replied: "I don't know. In the past, many people rushed to buy my calligraphy and paintings. It should be good? But I have been practicing since I was a child, so it shouldn't be too bad. "

"Okay, hold the tablet lower, you're going to poke your eyes." He wanted to turn around and return to Grandpa's question, but when he saw Song Jin'an's incorrect posture for looking at the tablet, his eyebrows furrowed again, and he couldn't help but start chattering nagging.

"Okay, okay, I see, do you think this is okay?" Song Jin'an was also afraid of his nagging, so he adjusted quickly.

Fu Chengwang didn't call him back, he just said to the phone: "His handwriting is very good."

"Hahaha. Xiaowang is already living with someone else, hurry up and marry grandma's daughter-in-law back!"

The other end became the voice of grandma. The old man lost a front tooth, and his voice was a bit leaky, but his tone sounded very happy.

Really unable to communicate, Fu Chengwang was extremely helpless, but at home, the last thing he could do was his grandma.

I don't want to continue this topic with my family.He just whispered helplessly: "I really don't mean that, I just treat him as a child who needs to be taken care of, and he doesn't mean that to me."

"That's enough, let's not talk about it. I have something else to do. When I am free, I will go get the four treasures of my grandfather's study and hang up first." After finishing speaking, regardless of the old man's dissatisfied cries, he hung up the phone directly.

As soon as he turned back and sat on the bed, Song Jin'an leaned over, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Fu Chengwang, why do you talk to your mother so coldly? Don't you and your mother not kiss?" Just like him, mother has no affection for him, and often feels that he is in the way.

The mother threw all her heart on dad, and didn't want to waste her time taking care of him, so she left him to the nanny. Later, when he became sensible, grandma brought him up again.

Fu Chengwang didn't know how to answer this question, so he stared at the phone silently for a while, seeing that Song Jin'an's eyes were confused, he must be thinking of his mother.Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, I quickly smiled.

"No, it's just that I don't get along with her much." He casually found an excuse to prevaricate, patted Song Jin'an's head, and was in no mood to talk anymore, "Hurry up and sleep."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Song Jin'an quickly stopped asking, put down the tablet, lay down obediently and closed his eyes.

"Good night, Fu Chengwang."

"Good night." He turned off the light and lay down too.

His inner thoughts were chaotic, messy and disturbing.

It is true to say that we rarely get along, but it is also true that we have no feelings.

His mother, not quite his mother.

His mother died of illness when he was 12 years old.But his father loved his mother so much that he was even a little dazed. He couldn't accept his mother's departure, so he asked people around to find an institution that researched genetic reengineering.

Spend a lot of money to find someone to clone the mother.He failed many times at the beginning, his father went crazy and bought a whole hill, on which were buried the ashes of countless clones.

Until Fu Chengwang was 17 years old, a clone finally succeeded.

He looked at the person who was no different from his mother back then, and felt extremely strange.But that face and her sometimes character made him feel familiar.

But after all, there is still a gap, he cannot fully accept such a mother.He even feels scared sometimes.

The mother he dreads losing has become a familiar stranger.Most importantly, he was afraid that such a clone with countless uncertain factors would turn into nothingness after he finally accepted it.

After all, the clone has changed two more since then.

In the end, it can only be treated indifferently.

He chose to move out of the house, thinking that as long as he didn't see her every day, this emotion would fade away.

But after so many years, that indifference has already formed a habit.

In the dark room, there is faint moonlight scattered.

Fu Chengwang looked at Song Jin'an's peaceful sleeping face, unable to fall asleep for a long time.She raised her hand to gently brush away the long hair drooping on his face, and asked in her heart.

Will you also be that Huangliang Yimeng?Song Zhining.