flammable relationship

Chapter 81

Ever since winter came and the weather was cold, Fu Yiheng ran home much more diligently than usual, and drove back every now and then to have a hot meal.Qin Fangfei joked, saying that the child misses the cat, and having a pet is different, and he is worried. No wonder the old man Zhang next door picks up a dog and hugs his grandson.

"Speaking of grandchildren, my two sisters who danced together in the square have gone out of business. One has to serve the daughter-in-law's confinement, and the other has to arrange the granddaughter's hundred-day banquet. Hey, I went to see them at their house last time. There are two little Mao Mao, yo, they are so round..."

Sour as a lemon.

"Okay, okay, if you want to have a grandson, adoption won't be a hassle." Professor Fu is currently chasing a domestic family ethics drama. He is serious about chasing it, and he feels uncomfortable when someone next to him speaks. , hugging the pillow and hiding on the other side of the sofa, "Stop mumbling, no matter how much you mutter, your son will not be able to give birth to a grandson for you."

"Oh, why can't you give birth?"

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice."

"You're wrong, we have rice." Qin Fangfei corrected, "It's just our rice. It's a hybrid rice that doesn't have the ability to reproduce, so you can't keep your own seeds."

Professor Fu: "..."

This old lady knows a lot.

Qin Fangfei hugged a million dollars, and stared at the cowardly cat who just cut off the baby two days ago, and said with emotion: "You have been sterilized, and your father has also been sterilized, and you father and son are sympathetic to each other... "

"Mom!" Fu Yiheng hissed, couldn't help raising his head from the book "Myriad Psychology", and reminded, "I'm still here."

Can these words be kept behind your back?

Obviously not.

"Oh, where are you?" Qin Fangfei stroked her curly hair with little interest, "I don't talk anymore, I thought you were gone."

This is whining.

Fu Yiheng put down the book, took off his glasses, and approached Qin's mother affectionately, hugging Qin's mother's arm: "What's the matter, Ms. Qin? Do you have any dissatisfaction with your son?"

Qin Fangfei curled her lips: "Honestly, why do you keep running home lately?"

"Is it not good?" Fu Yiheng was very puzzled, "Didn't you always blame me for not being home and spending less time with you? Now that I come back more often, you are even more unhappy?"

"Complaining used to be a complaint, but you are busy with work, mom understands. Why, have you not been busy with work recently?"

"Busy. I have to get up early tomorrow to determine the theme of the class meeting."

"Since I'm busy, my place is not close to the school, so why bother to go back and forth?" Qin Fangfei glanced at him, "Did I still not understand your temperament since I was a child? Tell me, what's not going your way? Smiling without smiling all day long, poking my eyes with the pestle in front of me."

Knowing a child is like a mother, this statement is true.

Fu Yiheng thought that he had figured it out very well, but he still missed something, his eyes darkened: "Nothing else, it's just that my apartment is too deserted, and it's winter, so I'm afraid I'll get cold sick."

"It's strange." The old professor kept listening with his ears upright, and interjected, "In all these years, I haven't seen you ever feel deserted living alone."

"Yes." Fu Yiheng snorted lightly, "I also find it strange."

"It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality." The old professor said meaningfully.

Qin Fangfei received her wife's implication, and tentatively opened her mouth: "Heng, did you and that child..."

"No, Mom, we... are fine."

"Good?"

"That's great."

Fu Yiheng pulled out a perfunctory smile: "He is abroad at the moment, and he will show you guys when he comes back."

"Oh, you've gone abroad, no wonder you look like a shaved cat." Qin Fangfei's tense expression relaxed, "What did you do abroad? Work or travel..."

"See a doctor." Fu Yiheng said.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the two elders turned into spotlights in an instant, and they turned and slapped their son's face in unison.Mr. Fu stopped following dramas, turned around, and frowned with gray eyebrows: "What disease can't be cured at home, so you have to go abroad for treatment?"

Qin Fangfei was so frightened that her face changed color: "Don't, don't you have some incurable disease at a young age?"

"No. He is in good health, better than me." Fu Yiheng folded his arms in front of him, suppressing the tension and apprehension in his heart, and winked at Qin Fangfei, "Mom, help me go to the fruit shop downstairs Let's pick some peaches, suddenly thinking about the taste, I'm getting hungry."

"It's winter, how can there be peaches for you to eat! You are a hard-to-serve rogue monkey!" Qin Fangfei stood up reluctantly while cursing, knowing that she was sent away, but she walked quickly, afraid of being careless. It hurts to hear something that shouldn't be heard.

As soon as the door slammed, the father and son in the living room fell silent.The father in the TV series is now pointing at his son's nose and scolding: When will you know something!Let parents worry less!

Fu Yiheng felt that this was scolding him, his ears turned red, and his voice weakened involuntarily: "Dad..."

The old professor turned off the TV, stood up from the reclining chair, and wandered to the kitchen. When he came out, he had a silver mug in his hand, which contained Maojian, which he had always cherished and was reluctant to drink.

A set of tea-making procedures slowly came down, and Fu Yiheng asked in the heat: "Dad, did I understand things from a young age?"

"Sensible." Mr. Fu nodded, "Let's go east instead of west, let me drink medicine but not drink water, get awards every year in school, find a job after graduation, let me be a teacher when I'm a teacher, don't smoke or drink, and don't mess around The objects are all very good. Sometimes I still think, when will this kid have his own opinion?"

Fu Yiheng: "When you came out of the closet, didn't you have your own opinions?"

"If there is no one behind the scenes to encourage you, can you have that idea?"

Being exposed, Fu Yiheng touched his nose resentfully: "According to what you said, I am quite obedient."

"You're not obedient, you don't care, you don't care about it." The old professor snorted through his nose, "When I was a child, I didn't want to thump, because it was useless to thump, and your body is weak. If you don't want to take medicine, can your mother let you go? The arms can't twist the thighs, so I can only follow them. When I grow up, I have no idea, and I am also realistic. I know that any job is to do a job and love a job. Just pick a decent one. What is the ideal of life, the pursuit of ambition, yes As far as you are concerned, there is no such thing at all. But you are not a person who is completely muddling along. The medicine is too bitter but you have to drink it, so you add more sugar to it. Smoking and drinking are not good. Keep calm, no one can figure out what bad water is in your stomach. Going forward, I will tell Fang Fei, just wait and see, if our good son suddenly does something shocking, one day, he will fight against us with all his strength Don’t be too surprised, he must have found something he’s particularly interested in, so don’t argue and understand.”

Fu Yiheng kept smiling irresolutely, rolled up his sleeves, cleaned his hands and warmed the cup, and poured foam and tea for his father, still with that obedient appearance.

"Now it's the same thing if it's a human being." The old professor sat in the tea-scented living room, with white hair and a toga, flat eyebrows and cold eyes. He was the calm and prestige teacher in the eyes of his students.

"I'm not arguing with you." Fu Yiheng knelt on the floor, fingers crossed, "I love him, just like you love your mother, there is nothing to argue about."

Old Professor Fu was used to young people's verbal heartfeltness, and often scoffed at it, but it was his son's turn to make a high-profile publicity in front of him, and he was still a little moved.Xu Shi Fu Yiheng had never shown his private love so blatantly at home, Xu Shi thought that his son had always been calm, self-controlled and thin-skinned, so he couldn't say those nasty words.Anyway, he pouted without making any comment.

"Stop playing the emotional card." He asked what he cared most about, "What's wrong with that child?"

The air froze for nearly a minute.

Fu Yiheng took a sip of tea, his lips and teeth were fragrant: "Psychological problems."

I thought it would be difficult to say it, but it only took a second or two to really say it through gritted teeth and stomped my feet.In just one or two seconds, the huge boulder pressing on my heart shattered instantly.At this point, it suddenly dawned on me that the stigma not only troubled the patient himself, but also troubled the patient's family.

Digging deeper, why can't I say it?The truth is harsh.He was afraid that his parents would look down on Wei Ran if he said it, and that his parents would look at Wei Ran through colored glasses like everyone else, but in the final analysis, he couldn't let go of this worry.

"Did you pick and choose one who was mentally unsound?"

He was actually afraid of being subjected to such embarrassing questioning.

This is the stigma mentioned in the book.People don't feel shameful because they have stomach problems, heart disease, and high blood pressure, but they feel shameful because they have mental illnesses. Fu Yiheng exhaled, and he said it nicely beforehand, so he still cared about it in his heart.

For this, he fidgeted and felt deeply ashamed.

"Psychological?" The old professor is such a shrewd person, and he can't hide his surprise on his face. "Is it like you, Uncle He?"

Uncle He was a good friend of the old professor when he was young. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia in his later years and became a well-known crazy old man.

"It's not that serious." Fu Yiheng said, "He is currently receiving targeted treatment from a professional team, and his condition is stable. As long as there is no recurrence, he will be fine. It's just..."

"It's just that whether it recurs or not depends on God's will." Fu Lao's face was not obvious, but his hand holding the teacup was trembling, "Your Uncle He also said back then that as long as there is no relapse and no substantial damage to the brain, he will Still a normal person. But who can say for sure about this kind of thing? It's too risky."

"I'm willing to take the risk." Fu Yiheng narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, and clenched his hands.Before the other party could speak, he first presented a pie that was not oily or salty.

"You have to think clearly, this is not a child's play." The old professor also showed an aggressive attitude, "There is no pair of parents in the world who are willing to accept a psychopath into the house. Knowing that it is a fire pit, you still insist on jumping into it. You expect me and your mother to applaud you by the side?"

"No hope." Fu Yiheng has long passed the period when a young man would turn his face on a disagreement. He discussed it calmly, "I just hope that you and my mother don't let me make a choice between love and family. Both are important. I don't care about anyone." If you can’t let go, it’s forcing me.”

"That won't, don't worry." The old man also said bluntly, "Am I such a pedantic old guy? You can know it with your toes. If you are in a hurry, you must run away with someone. Do you think you are going to run away with this kind of bastard? Dad, didn't I do it back then?"

The father and son looked at each other.

Fu Yiheng smiled: "You are from here."

"Huh." Fu Lao stroked two goatees, poured two cups of tea, and smoothed out his complicated thoughts, "Tell me about you and that child."

Fu Yiheng nodded, and said some things pick and choose. He didn't deliberately add fuel and vinegar to make Wei Ran miserable, and he didn't particularly beautify Wei Ran's image. He talked about his shortcomings, and also said his advantages. In the child's hand.

Father Fu listened silently, the hot tea turned cold, he was no longer in the mood to taste it seriously, wasting such a good top-quality tea for nothing.

"On the day you became an adult, you said a word to me." The melancholy in Fu Yiheng's brows seemed to have melted a little, but bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, "It is said that people in our Fu family do not seek perfection in doing things, but ask for their hearts. No shame. Wei Ran...Wei Ran can't live without me. If I abandon him today, I must have a guilty conscience, and I will have a disturbed conscience in this life. Dad, I, I know you can't really accept him, but, but ..."

"You don't need to say it if you can't say it." Father Fu leaned over the coffee table, patted his slumped shoulder, condensed thousands of words into one sentence, and sighed, "Your heart is bitter, I understand."

Fu Yiheng paused, the grievance and helplessness that had been sealed up for three months suddenly tore open a hideous hole at this moment, the turbulent emotions rushed out from the painful chest like a flood rushing out of the gate.He lowered his head in a panic and covered his eyes with his hands, but cowardly tears still leaked from between his fingers, burning Dad's heart.

"I'm sad, I'm sad to death these days..."

This night was unprecedented chaos for the Fu family.

Qin Fangfei walked around the community for an unknown number of times, received a call for help from her wife, hurried home, and saw her son on the sofa holding his head and crying so hard that he couldn't stop.After being stunned for a moment, her tears that came as soon as she said it fell down, and she grabbed the old man to ask for an explanation.

"What are you doing, the old man doesn't talk about the door, and he is dead against his son, right? Oh, I really don't live anymore, we are only this dear son, is there anything we can't talk about?"

"No, Mom..."

"Hengheng don't cry, mom will support you! Don't care what kind of monsters and ghosts he is, as long as you like it, he's crazy, and mom likes it too! Where did so much chatter come from? What does it matter to you, old man, to live as a young couple? of!"

"Hey." Professor Fu was stunned for no reason, unable to get angry, spread his hands, "I really guessed it right for you, you are really crazy."

"A neuropathy is a neuropathy, what's wrong with a neuropathy..." Qin Fangfei got stuck in the middle of her sentence, her curly hair almost straightened, and her voice suddenly rose, "What neuropathy?"

After yelling, Fu Yiheng stopped sobbing, and Fu's father stopped screaming. The father and son rubbed against the side of the sofa at the same time, huddled together, and formed a temporary camp with a tacit understanding.

"Mom, listen to me..."

"Honey, let's have some tea first."

The author has something to say: During this period, it is updated every other day, and it is recommended to fatten up.

But...it was over in two days, and it seemed that I couldn't get fat anymore.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me~

感谢投出[地雷]的小天使：陈酒1枚、老可爱了1枚、66661枚、陆祉1枚、Tiamoヾ1枚、五月南风1枚

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: Punch the alien_some one

Thanks to the little angels who voted [Bazooka]: Punching aliens _ some 1, He Qi and Ba 1

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：想看甜憨20瓶、清欢20瓶、哉也5瓶、胖胖胖胖胖5瓶、清酒.4瓶、啵咸酱啾啾啾2瓶、聆幽1瓶、相酌花间酒1瓶

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^