After the divorce, the ex-husband has [Entertainment]

On the second day after the phone call came, Fu Qiuye and Xiao Shu received the official letter, which was sealed in a black envelope, with the time and address written in white characters, and in a hurry, it was scheduled for this week. five.

Friday, the day before Fu Qiuye's birthday, was also the day before his mother's death.

He didn't know why Fu Qiuming decided to set the funeral on this day, and he didn't know why it was in such a low-key manner, but he could guess a little bit—maybe Fu Wengeng had written his suicide note many years ago. The moment it stopped, the lawyer had made the will public and dutifully supervised the Fu family to make the final arrangement.

Xiao Shu and Fu Qiuye were still in the desensitization period, they didn't dare to leave the Special Administrative Bureau with great fanfare, and they participated in a very low-key way. They both wore black formal clothes and held a bouquet of white daisies in their hands. They didn't even call the driver. Quietly drove to the Fu family's cemetery.

The location of the cemetery is a bit remote, but the environment is very good. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and you can see a clear, unpolluted lake from a distance, reflecting the surrounding verdant peaks. The air that enters the lungs is released comfortably.It is rare to find such a quiet place near such an international metropolis as J City.

What's even more rare is that today's weather is also very good. The sky is clear and the sun is shining all over the land without hesitation. The weather is more than ten degrees. The two walked from the drop-off point to the cemetery. A thin layer of sweat wet each other's soft and hot palms.Xiao Shu wanted to pull his hand out, but Fu Qiuye held him tightly and refused to let go, and said in a low voice, "Let me hold him for a while."

Xiao Shu turned his head to look at him, his lover's handsome side face was illuminated by the sun, and his slightly drooping eyes seemed calm.He took Fu Qiuye's hand, kissed the back of his hand lightly, and then interlocked his fingers firmly.

"Have you been here?" Xiao Shu asked.

Fu Qiuye shook his head: "Not once."

Xiao Shu was a little surprised, Brother Ye smiled at him, raised his head, squinted and looked at the cemetery near the lake: "When I was young, every time my mother died, he would bring his eldest brother, second brother and third sister here The priest, only left me to the steward, asked the steward to celebrate my birthday, told me that they were going to do other things, I cried with the steward, and the steward lied to me that they were going to prepare my birthday present."

Xiao Shu approached him and pressed against his shoulder.Fu Qiuye's tone was flat, as if he was talking about today's weather: "Those gifts were actually bought by the housekeeper to coax me, birthday and death day, I didn't understand the connection between the two until I became sensible. I didn’t make a fuss about asking my family to celebrate my birthday.” Fu Qiuye turned his head, “One year, I asked to go to see my mother with them, but his face darkened, and he replied in a cold voice, that’s not what I should go to. The place."

Xiao Shu pinched his fingertips gently: "Every year from now on, besides me, our parents, and the two little guys will celebrate your birthday with you."

Fu Qiuye bent his eyes, and the sunlight illuminated his deep eye sockets, making those pupils as clear and bright as a young man's.He glanced at Xiao Shu beside him full of love, and said in a gentle voice, "I will live until I am a hundred years old."

Xiao Shu smiled: "When I'm really a hundred years old, I'm afraid there will still be little guys running around the room chirping like sparrows, yelling around you, Grandpa, Grandpa Zeng, asking you for red envelopes."

Fu Qiuye stretched out his hand and tucked the hair around his face behind his ears: "Don't want those little guys, just the two of us, take a slow walk, make longevity noodles, and eat slowly with dentures while watching TV..."

Xiao Shu lowered his head and laughed straight, looking at Fu Qiuye's face, he couldn't imagine how wrinkled it was. Fu Qiuye also smiled, let go, and put his arms around his waist.

Xiao Shu moved his arm away: "Keep a low profile, you can still be considered a half-public figure."

Fu Qiuye hugged again, Xiao Shu moved again, and finally he took his hand again.

The leather shoes stepped on the green grass, and there was a very light screeching sound. The two of them did not speak any more, and walked quietly until the entrance of the cemetery.Only the old housekeeper stood at the door, his eyes were red, he looked much older, and he was also wearing a black suit. When he saw them coming, he restrained his head slightly and said, "Young master, Mr. Xiao."

It's been a long time since I heard this name.

Fu Qiuye also lowered his head slightly, the housekeeper's lips trembled for a moment, as if he had a lot to say.Fu Qiuye waited patiently for a while, and finally he said in a hoarse voice, "Please mourn."

"You too." Fu Qiuye said.

The butler took out a handkerchief, gently stamped it on the corner of his eyes, bent down and made a gesture of invitation.Fu Qiuye dragged Xiao Shu into the cemetery, and saw a group of people in black clothes standing by the lake from a distance, lined up in a line that wasn't too long or short, and counted to be no more than a dozen or twenty people , as the funeral of the head of the Fu family, it was a bit too low-key.

The burial was going on at the moment, and no one made a sound. The grass-covered cemetery was very quiet, only the sound of birdsong and insects in the early morning and the sound of gurgling water. The two walked to the end of the line, and everyone bowed their heads in silence. , only Fu Qiuming at the front glanced at them, then quietly looked away.

The urn was sealed in the cemetery, and Xiao Shu saw the words on the newly engraved tablet: "I wish to be a lovebird in the sky, and a Lianli branch in the earth."

Thinking of his father's evaluation of his family, he frowned slightly.Fu Qiuye let go of his tight grip, holding the bouquet of white daisies in both hands, and slowly walked forward with the team.

Every time a person stepped forward, Fu Qiuming would bow and thank him, accepting the comfort from the person who came.Some people in the team were sobbing softly, and some people suddenly knelt down in front of the tombstone and cried loudly, and then they were forced to stand up by the people around them.Beside Fu Qiuming, Fu Xiaowan and Fu Qiuxing, both dressed in mourning, stood silently. Fu Xiaowan's face was pale, her hair was pulled up high, but her expression was very calm, with a sense of relief. He Gan, holding a boy with a pacifier in his arms, the boy looked at the funeral procession curiously with big eyes, grabbed Fu Xiaowan's hair to play with, and babbled something.Fu Xiaowan lowered her head occasionally, coaxing him softly.

This scene made Xiao Shu feel unexplainably sickly and unwell. Xiao Shu looked away and quietly followed Fu Qiuye to the front of the tombstone. He didn't hold any flowers in his hand, only Brother Ye took a few steps forward and squatted down. , arranged the white daisy, and then knelt on the ground on one knee in this posture.

All kinds of eyes fell on him, Xiao Shu looked down at his lover's forehead, and saw that he lowered his eyes, staring at the date of birth and death belonging to his mother on the tombstone, his lips moved lightly, as if to say What, but the voice was so soft that even Xiao Shu who was standing beside him couldn't understand it.

After a while, he stood up, bent down and bowed again, subconsciously looked to the side, and held Xiao Shu's hand.

Xiao Shu immediately grabbed him tightly, his hand was not warm, and there was still cold sweat in his palm. Fu Qiuye turned his head, smiled at him comfortingly, and led him to turn around and walked to Fu Qiuming's side. forward.

Fu Qiuye stretched out his other hand, and almost everyone was looking at this side, at the new head of the Fu family and the unprecedented defector of the Fu family, at the hand that stayed in mid-air.Fu Qiuming was also watching. After a very short silence, he didn't know what he thought of, suddenly smiled slightly, and shook Fu Qiuye's hand.

"My condolences." Fu Qiuye said.

But Fu Qiuming said without beginning or end: "This is the first time Mom sees you."

Fu Qiuye glanced at the tombstone surrounded by mourning flowers, but there was no smile on his face: "She will probably be happy."

The two brothers were silent for a moment, Fu Qiuming turned his head and looked at Xiao Shu beside him.In a few days, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his deep eyebrows and eyes became sharper. After his eyes fell on Xiao Shu's face, he moved away stiffly, and stopped at the place where his tattoo was, which was tightly covered by high-end suit fabrics. Really covered up.

"Is Xiao Zeyang okay?" He asked Xiao Shu.

Xiao Shu didn't expect him to mention his son suddenly, his nerves tensed up almost reflexively, his voice tensed up involuntarily, and he said a little bluntly, "Okay, I just miss Dad often."

Fu Qiuming's gaze landed on the interlocking hands of the two of them again, and after a superficial glance, the next funeral guest came over soon.Fu Qiuye said "goodbye", he nodded, his lips were drawn into a line, and when the two turned around, he said, "Come back next year on the death day."

Fu Qiuye didn't respond.

Passing by Fu Xiaowan and Fu Qiuxing, both of them just watched indifferently, Fu Xiaowan even raised the corners of her lips at them, grabbed the boy's hand in her arms, and shook them: "Follow uncle goodbye."

The milk doll grinned, her saliva glisteningly hanging from her mouth, she didn't develop as fast as Xiao Zeyang and Xiao Zexi, and she wasn't very good at talking, ahh a few times, then turned around shyly and put her arms around Fu Xiaowan's neck.

The clear, clean and spotless eyes of a child made Xiao Shu feel a strong disobedience. He silently followed Fu Qiuye all the way to the exit of the cemetery. Gently brushed their hot faces.Xiao Shu took a deep breath, and then slowly emptied his lungs.

Fu Qiuye made the same movement at the side, slowly regaining the temperature of Xiao Shu's hand.When they walked to the lake, Fu Qiuye stopped, as if wanting to enjoy the scenery, he stood motionless by the lake for a long time.Xiao Shu turned to look worriedly, and it happened that he also turned his head, with a smile on his face again, a real smile without any haze.

"It's strange," he said, "but my mood has improved, as if I have crawled out of a difficult quagmire."

Xiao Shu's heart slowly fell back to reality, looking back at his lover, he couldn't help but also laughed.

Fu Qiuye turned his head and kissed his lips lightly.

This time, it was Xiao Shu who put his arms around his waist, leaned on his shoulders, and asked with a smile, "Tomorrow is your birthday, how do you want to spend it?"

Fu Qiuye hooked his lips: "Live with the babies."

Xiao Shu nodded in agreement: "My mother gave birth to them after a narrow escape, so they should celebrate her mother's birthday well. They must know how to be grateful from an early age."

Fu Qiuye raised his eyebrows: "Don't teach me indiscriminately, I don't want them to call me mother."

"I'll always know." Xiao Shu rolled his eyes with a smile, "You are the greatest father in the world."

Fu Qiuye chuckled, and walked slowly side by side with Xiao Shu.The bright sun, unsuitable for a funeral, shone on them, dispelling the last bit of coolness from their bodies.

"Brother Ye," Xiao Shu said suddenly, "Thank you."

Fu Qiuye looked at him with some doubts, then stretched his eyebrows, put his arms on his shoulders, put his arms around the people around him, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "Thank you, Xiao Xiao."

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Locked three chapters, changed it for a day and didn't release it, so I didn't even know what I was writing.

I have been in Jinjiang for seven years and signed a contract for six years. Recently, I have become more and more tired.I used to be a study abroad party, but now I am an office worker. I keep writing for love, and I seldom follow hot topics. Most of the time, I write small cold articles for fun, and I write 40 words intermittently. In the end, JJ draws 50% , another 50% will be deducted before the end, three chapters will be locked and no settlement will be made, and you have to pay for it yourself if you change the text. The standard of locking the text is so strict that it is difficult to understand.

It is only a quarter of my own hands, a fraction of my salary, and I have to worry many times more than going to work, just for the little love for the characters and the story.

Finally, I saw on Weibo that our more than 400 million novels were "a burden on Jinjiang's way forward" in the eyes of the operators.

Hey, a bit of meaningless negative energy, everyone just forget it after seeing it. Recently, the wives around me are very negative energy, and they are mourning everywhere.

Anyway, thank you all, there will probably be a lot of uninteresting journal stories in the follow-up, and the new article will open "Reverse Chasing". I have saved many chapters, but I am still considering whether to post it. If I post it, it will probably be in August. mid month.

Bow and thank you.