Chapter 99： (1/2)

Director Lian Chunchao probably couldn't accept such a blow, and did not post Weibo again for several days.

The reputation of ”The West Wind Withered Trees Last Night” completely stinks, especially when ”White Castle” tells the same story as him, it is easy to know which one is better at a glance.

On February 24th, on New Year’s Eve, like last year, Fu Zhen still spent the New Year at Jiang’s house. This year Mr. Jiang will not play mahjong with Fu Zhen, but stay in the living room to play cocoa. After Fu Zhen and Mrs. Jiang were fighting against the landlords, this year Fu Zhen had a bad luck with his cards. After a while, more than two hundred yuan went into someone else's pocket.

Jiang Hengshu is still making dumplings in the kitchen in a thin sweater. His fingers are slender, and the dough becomes a swollen dumpling after a few twists in his hands. The aunt who helps cook makes wheat dumplings. Hengshu chatted. When she looked up and saw a silver light gleaming on the outside of Jiang Hengshu's sweater, she took a closer look. It turned out to be a small pendant, and curiously asked, ”The pendant on my neck is pretty, where did it come from?”

Jiang Hengshu lowered his head and glanced, with an involuntary smile on his face, and said to his aunt: ”It was given by Xiaozhen.”

”Good-looking.” The aunt praised.

Jiang Hengshu hummed. This was given to him by Fu Zhen before they went to the theater on Valentine's Day. After watching the movie, this pendant will have a heavier meaning to Jiang Hengshu.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Mr. Jiang held cocoa to watch the fireworks, while Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu were walking outside in the flower room. Fu Zhen’s cell phone rang. Fu Jianchen called. Fu Zhen hesitated and finally chose After the phone was connected, with the sound of firecrackers and music as the background, Fu Jianchen's voice came over the phone with a clear voice, and he said to Fu Zhen: ”Happy New Year.”

Fu Zhen gave a hum, and felt that he had acted too coldly. He pursed his lips and said, ”Happy New Year.”

Fu Jianchen was stunned. He probably thought that this year Fu Zhen would directly hang up his phone like last year. He didn't expect that he would even reply to himself. The corners of his mouth could not stop rising, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to do. Say nothing with Fu Zhen.

Fu Zhen was silent for a while, but still did not hear Fu Jianchen's voice. He asked the person on the other end of the phone: ”Is there time tomorrow? Let's go see you.”

Fu Jianchen was in a daze for a long time before he realized what Fu Zhen had said to him, as if he was afraid that Fu Zhen would go back, and replied: ”There are some, there is time for these days, all.”

Fu Zhen suddenly felt that his heart was being held back by something, making him a little tight, and his breathing slowed down.

Seeing that Fu Zhen stopped talking, Fu Jianchen asked him on the phone: ”What do you want to eat, dad let the kitchen make it for you.”

Fu Zhen whispered: ”It's okay.” Tears suddenly fell from the corner of Fu Zhen's eyes. He took a breath and said to Fu Jianchen, ”Nothing, I'll hang up.”

Fu Jianchen gave an eh, and then told Fu Zhen: ”Go to bed early, don't stay up too late, pay attention to rest.”

”Well,” Fu Zhen replied softly, ”So are you.”

After the call was hung up, Fu Zhen looked at the mobile phone in his hand for a long time. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped the wet tears on his face. Fu Zhen raised his head and said to him, ”Let's see them tomorrow.”

”Listen to you.” Jiang Hengshu said.

After more than three years, Fu Zhen finally stepped into this villa again. The buildings and furnishings here seem to be the same as before. Time has never flowed away, but people are no longer before.

Originally, Fu Ting was going on a business trip abroad today. I heard that Fu Zhen would come back and put all his work down next week. He got up early this morning and was busy with Fu Jianchen, waiting for Fu Zhen to return home.

They were waiting for Fu Zhen to come back early. Fu Zhen was actually a bit cramped when he came back here. Although Tang Wanwan is no longer there, the memory here is too deep for him.

Fu Zhen sat on the sofa in the living room, honestly, like a door-to-door visitor. Fu Jianchen kept chatting with him looking for troubles. Fu Zhen also responded to him as much as possible, but there was no way to find the past. a feeling of.

”Want to see your former room?” Fu Jianchen asked him.

Fu Zhen thought for a while and nodded. Fu Jianchen took him upstairs and returned to his former bedroom. The moment he opened the bedroom door, time went back and everything went back to the starting point.

While eating, Fu Jianchen kept adding vegetables to Fu Zhen's bowl, smiling and saying to him: ”Eat more, eat more.”

The food on the table was Fu Zhen's favorite, as if he had never been far from this home.

After the meal, Fu Jianchen talked with Jiang Hengshu for a while. Fu Ting took Fu Zhen to the back garden. In the afternoon, Fu Jianchen asked the kitchen to make an egg yolk pudding. He brought the pudding out from the kitchen and answered the phone. When I came back, I forgot where I put it.

”Where is it?” Fu Jianchen frowned, looking everywhere, first to the kitchen, then to the tea room, and finally came back empty-handed, ”Where is it?”