Chapter 1092 (1/2)

During this time, Fu Zhongting lived at home with his father in the sun and chatted, which was also the most pleasant time.

Fu Chenguang's consciousness is also sometimes lucid and sometimes vague. When he is vague, he doesn't recognize Fu Zhongting and Fu Zhongqian. He just mumbles the old lady's name, listens to others and sighs.

When he is sober, he knows all the people, and he will recite the past one by one, especially eager for family members to accompany him, as if he really saw them less than once. Fu Chenguang didn't care to remember the past, but now, he always talks about the past. The later, Fu Qingliu remembers the things when they were little.

Fu Zhongting was with him. Listening, he felt a lot of pain. It's not easy for his parents to raise them. Now, his father is old and his consciousness begins to be chaotic, but he can't help it.

his yearning for the old lady has also begun to increase. He always said that when it's time, he will go to see the old lady. This life is really hard for her. She will not be allowed to work in the next life.

These are Fu Chenguang's words from the bottom of his heart. I was reluctant to express them before. Now I am not here, but I am willing to say them. Unfortunately, the old lady can't hear them.

Fu Zhongqian found Fu Zhongting pushing his father for a walk in the yard.

Fu Zhongting was dressed in a black and white household casual clothes, and the whole person looked heroic.

”Dad, big brother.” Fu Zhongqian called, then squatted in front of the old father, holding his father's hand and said, ”Dad, how are you feeling today? Is the sun comfortable?”

Fu Chenguang looks at Fu Zhongqian, but his eyes are chaotic. He doesn't seem to recognize the man in front of him.

Fu Zhongqian was also distressed. He held his father's hand and said, ”Dad, I'm Zhongqian.”

”Zhong Qian, you are so big.” For a long time, Fu Chenguang suddenly realized, ”but aren't you going to kindergarten?”

Fu Zhongqian listened and smiled: ”Dad, I've grown up and can't go to kindergarten.”

”Oh. I can't remember growing up. ”

”It doesn't matter, Dad. You don't have to remember. We just remember.”

Fu Chenguang nodded, looking tired and unwilling to speak any more. Fu Zhongqian helped him pull some blankets up his legs.

Fu Qingliu came out of the room with fruit and a pot of tea and said to the two brothers, ”sit down for a while. I'll push dad in to have a rest.”

Looking back, seeing that Fu Chenguang had fallen asleep with his head down, Fu Zhongting handed over the wheelchair to Fu Qingliu.

The brothers sat down on one of the stone benches.

Fu Zhongqian picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Fu Zhongting.

Fu Zhongting took back his eyes from Fu Chenguang, took the cup and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea overflowed. Once, these were Fu Chenguang's favorites, but he could not distinguish the boiled water from the tea.

It really hurts that person.

However, birth, aging and death are natural laws, and they are unable to control.

Fu Zhongqian also sighed a lot: ”Dad never said anything sweet to mom in his life. Now mom is gone. Dad misses her every day and talks about her. If she knows something under the spring, she will be happy.”