Old sake

Han was afraid that Fang Yu would feel uncomfortable, so he changed the subject again, "Your boyfriend, let me introduce you some time, you two come and go in a hurry every time, do you have a meal together when you are free?"

Fang Yu glanced at Qiu Sinian lying at his feet, and whispered hello.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yu was still sitting at the table cleaning his glasses. Qiu Sinian probably guessed from the conversation just now that it was Fang Yu's mother's business again. smiled twice.

"Can you talk to me?" Qiu Sinian held Fang Yu's hand, "Maybe I can share some of your mother's affairs with you."

Fang Yu looked at Qiu Sinian, and fell obediently into his arms.

"He is an incompetent mother." Fang Yu felt that this sentence was inappropriate, and hurriedly added, "But in fact, it can't be blamed on him. After all, anyone who is 18 years old can't bear it. Beta is under much more pressure to have a baby than Omega, and he probably doesn't welcome me very much."

Qiu Sinian squeezed Fang Yu's shoulder, trying to make him relax.

"Compared to me, he likes Niannian better. Niannian is always stupid, and he doesn't understand many things. If you give him a candy, he is willing to wear a skirt. If you give him a little turtle bought for a dollar, he will let it go. Styling and taking photos, I didn’t want to do these things when I was a child, but I still spend a lot of time with him every year.”

"Chen Nian may not be stupid, he has the potential of green tea."

"Now Niannian is not protected by me, but by Cang Jingxing. I can't even beat him." Fang Yu rolled his eyes at Qiu Sinian, and successfully silenced him, "In short, my relationship with him has always been close. It’s not good, but after he developed bipolar disorder, he improved a little.”

"What is bipolar disorder?"

"To put it simply, it is the repeated alternation of extremely high and extremely low emotions. For example, one morning I found that he had cleaned the whole house and made me a new set of clothes. There were piles of rags all over the floor, and he slept on the bed for countless days."

"Does your father ignore him?"

"It might be a bit scary to say, but as long as Bai Fuzi stays at home obediently, my father can let him do everything." Fang Yu rolled over and hugged Qiu Sinian, his voice hoarse, "He woke me up in the middle of the night one day, Ask me, Yuyu, will you cry when your mother dies one day?"

In Fang Yu's memory, it was an ordinary day. He helped Chen Nian pack his schoolbag, climbed over the wall and went home to go to bed. As always, he didn't say hello to his parents, but in the middle of the night, he heard movement at the door.

He opened the door and saw Bai Fuzi kneeling on the ground with his hands hanging in the air, staring at him blankly, then stroked his face and asked him: "Yuyu, if mom died, would you cry for mom?" ?”

Fang Yu was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and Bai Fuzi sat there kneeling like a ghost, wearing a red skirt, with long hair reaching his waist.

His mother looked three points better in skirts than women.

But now he just felt horrible.

"Aconite, what's the matter?"

Fang Jueming came over, knelt down and picked up Princess Baifuzi, and kissed him on the face: "Come and see Yuyu sleeping, what a good mother."

Sitting there, watching his parents leave, Fang Yu felt that he was probably dreaming.

With his thoughts returning, Fang Yu continued: "Then he left, the next day, and he didn't come back until recently."

"He is afraid that this kind of thing will happen again. Anyway, mothers who ask their children such questions will leave a psychological shadow."

"It's okay. At that time, I only thought he was crazy, but now it seems that he is living well." Fang Yu went to the kitchen to make a cup of chrysanthemum tea, "It's almost time to go."

"No more rest?"

"No, Uncle Fang must have said that because he was worried that my mother would get sick again after knowing what happened in Niannian. I'll go and have a look earlier so that Uncle Fang can feel at ease."

"Oh, whose son are you?"

"Say one more thing and I'll put a lock on your mouth."

Qiu Sinian made a gesture of zipping his mouth and concentrated on driving.

Arriving downstairs at the apartment rented by Bai Fuzi, Qiu Sinian took a step ahead because of something, and asked Fang Yu to call him if he had something to do.

Fang Yu bid farewell to Qiu Si Nian, walked upstairs slowly, but saw a bright red around the corner.

Bai Fuzi stood at the door wearing a red skirt, his face was a little pale: "I saw you coming upstairs, why didn't Xiaoqiu come up?"

"He has other things to do. Let's have a meal together when Nian Nian is healed, and call Dad along."

"Yeah." Bai Fuzi answered vaguely, and went to hold Fang Yu's hand, "Yuyu, do you blame mom for not coming home for so long?"

"...I don't know." Fang Yu felt that someone was shaking, but he didn't know if it was him or Bai Fuzi.

"Does mom look good in this dress?"

Fang Yu raised his head to look at his mother, from head to toe, then nodded: "It's pretty, mom is the best."

Hearing the name Bai Fuzi laughed, like a red rose blooming, extremely gorgeous: "I'm sorry Yuyu."

Qiu Sinian was parking the car, and there was still a short time before the scheduled time. He couldn't bear to call Fang Yu, but when he picked up the phone, he received a call from the other party.

"I just wanted to call you, do you think we have a good heart?"

There was no answer from the other side, Qiu Sinian held the phone nervously: "Fang Yu, what's wrong with you, what are you talking about? Did you dial the wrong number?"

"Qiu Sinian, can you come and accompany me?"

Fang Yu was crying, the kind of crying he was familiar with, forbearance and grief.

"Where are you, I'll be right there."

31. What are you doing here?

"Uncle Fang," Chen Nian drank milk and videotaped Fang Jueming, saw the white circle around his mouth and licked it, then widened his eyes, "Why don't you come to see me."

On the way home from get out of class, Fang Jueming even took the video to cut his hair: "I'm so busy, isn't it enough for your little ancestor to have so many people?"

"Hey, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Anyway, you only have mathematics in your mind. What are you doing to make a video for me?"

"I'm really sorry, let me visit you and see how you are doing." Fang Jueming wrinkled his face with a smile, "You seem to be overthinking with your lively appearance."

"Did I hurt my body? I hurt my soul!"

"It's really hurting your soul," Fang Jueming said in his heart, you are so heartless and heartless, isn't it because his son goes to the hospital every day to investigate cases and stays in the hospital, and he doesn't come back home, so he is really angry, "You are really Yes, why would you go to such a place in the dark?"

Chen Nian's heart skipped a beat, but he still said perfunctorily, "Isn't this rushing to a dessert shop for a date..."

"Oh, you young little O, O is too big to stay, and so is Yuyu. I really miss the time when you were in love."

"...How do you even know about this?"

"The whole world knows it, so save yourself, my old friend."

"I won't tell you anymore, I've changed my medicine!"

When Chen Nian saw Xiang Han coming over, he hung up the video. His father has been in a bad mood these days. Chen Nian would ask his health whenever he had time, and hated his glands for not being up to date. It hasn't healed after so long.

Xiang Han actually heard that Chen Nian was in a video chat with Fang Jueming, and he was still a little dazed for a while. Ever since Bai Fuzi said those words to him that day, he had been hesitating whether to tell Fang Jueming, but there were many Concerns, such as whether Bai Fuzi's mood swings would aggravate his condition, such as whether Fang Jueming's constant concern would be better than seeing him for the last time.

He didn't tell Chen Nian the matter, his son lacked these twists and turns in his mind, so he might have slipped his mouth, and besides, he said that people are happy, so why worry in vain.

Seeing his son smiling brightly, Xiang Han sighed, feeling a little relieved.

Fang Jueming hung up the video and was still stroking his temples, his hair was already half-bloomed, and the white cloud was only in the blink of an eye. Recently, his eyes were a little blurry, and his legs hurt easily, so he was unavoidably limping when he walked.

If that child is here, I'm afraid he will laugh at his old age.

Fang Jueming smiled habitually, shook his head and lowered his hands.

It's not that he didn't want to visit Chen Nian, but that place would bring back too many memories for him, and he didn't dare to go there, as if the memory of Bai Fuzi's departure could be erased without setting foot there.

He's been gone for almost ten years now.

Fang Jueming counted the days, obviously he studied mathematics, but he couldn't count the number up to this point.In the past ten years, Fang Jueming has slowly become like Bai Fuzi, always smiling at people, learning to take care of his son, and slowly starting to do housework, even the old father and son who used to be very disgusted have poured out a lot of kindness .

In this way, when that person comes back, he will not be too unfamiliar with the surrounding environment, and he can quickly adapt to go back.

Fang Jueming doesn't know why he thinks about Baifuzi more frequently recently, probably because his son doesn't come home often.

He raised his head to wipe his sweat, only to realize that he was walking in the wrong direction.

He didn't know how many times he led that person along this road. After suffering from bipolar disorder, Baifuzi didn't have much time to be stable. When he took a walk on the pretext of going to the hospital to get medicine, his condition depends entirely on luck. Sometimes when he is happy, he chatters non-stop on the road, and dresses up carefully before going out. When he is unhappy, he doesn't say a word, and he doesn't like to wear skirts. Fang Jueming is not a talkative person, so the two of them just Just holding hands and walking wordlessly.

Fang Jueming squinted, the person in the red dress jumping around in front of him seemed to be within reach, but when he stretched out his hand, it turned into a phantom again.

"I'm hallucinating." Fang Jueming laughed at himself, "What should I do? It wouldn't be good if I died of old age before you came home. No one will wait for you to come home."

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