dhibooks Chapter 118 As long as she lives well
Chapter 118 As long as she lives well
After get off work, Guan Ye and Zhi Ling went to Yoyo Restaurant together, and under the guidance of the waiter, they entered the private room given by Fu Mian.
"Brother Guan, tell me, is this person reliable?" Zhi Ling asked Guan Ye on the way to the private room.
Everyone in the factory who had a good relationship with him knew about Guan Ye, and everyone lamented Guan Ye's tragic experience.
"I don't know." Guan Ye sighed and said, "Whether it's reliable or not, you have to give it a try."
The loss of his sister has become a heart disease for the whole family, as long as there is a little hope, Guan Ye wants to give it a try.
Soon at the door of the box, the waiter opened the door of the box and said, "Mr. Fu, the person you were waiting for has arrived."
Guan Ye looked towards the private room, and there was a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on the sofa cushions. He looked to be in his early twenties, about his age, with a handsome face, and his body had the aura and nobility of a person who had been in a position for a long time.
With just one glance, Guan Ye knew that it was absolutely impossible for such a person to even bother to deceive him.
While Guan Ye was looking at Fu Mian, Fu Mian was also looking at the two people standing at the door of the box.
The man standing on the left looked about twenty, wearing a pure black short sleeve, with a thin face, a pair of bright eyes, like stars, fluffy, messy hair, some stubble on his chin, The skin is a little dark.Le Siyan sent him a photo of Guan Ye, so Fu Mian knew that this was Feng Xin's biological brother.
The man standing next to Guan Ye looks to be in his 30s. He has curly purple short hair, bangs, and fluffy hair. He has a pointed chin, a silver earring, phoenix eyes, and a hooked nose. , there is a small tear mole under the left eye, also wearing a pure black short sleeve, fair skin.
"Come in and sit down." Fu Mian said lightly.
Guan Ye and Zhi Ling looked at each other, walked in, and sat opposite Fu Mian.
"Do you have news about my sister?" Guan Ye asked straight to the point.
Fu Mian nodded, and found a recent photo he took of Feng Xin from the phone album, handed it to Guan Ye, and said, "Is this your sister?"
Guan Ye looked at the photo. In the photo, the little girl was sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillow, with her head slightly raised. She looked about four or five years old, with two braids, bangs, and a small face. Round, fleshy, white and tender skin, eyes as bright as black grapes, pouting mouth, small red mouth, looks very cute, wearing a white short sleeve.
Guan Ye's eyes were red, and he stretched out his hands in disbelief to caress the girl's face in the photo, his hands trembled, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
This is his younger sister——Guan Huafeng. Although her hair is a little longer, he recognizes her. The younger sister he dreams about day and night, he firmly remembers her appearance.
"Brother Guan, is this your sister?" Zhi Ling asked.
"Yes." Guan Ye's voice trembled. He looked up at Fu Mian with agitated expression, "Where is she now? How is she doing?"
"She now has a new name, Feng Xin, and she is doing well, but she really misses her parents and brother." Fu Mian said lightly.
Hearing the word "parents", the light in Guan Ye's eyes dimmed, and his expression gradually regained his composure. He said, "It's good for her to live well." His voice was bitter, with vicissitudes that didn't fit his age .
How sad it would be if Huafeng knew that his mother had passed away and his father had also entered a drug rehabilitation center.
"Did you adopt her?" Guan Ye asked.
Fu Mian nodded and said, "Xinxin is kind to me. I promise to help her find her family. Until she finds her family, my home is her home. She is very cute, lively and optimistic. I like her very much too." At the end of Fu Mian's speech, her voice slowed down and became gentle, and the image of Feng Xin appeared in her mind again.
"Thank you for taking care of the painting style." Guan Ye said, his voice was a little hoarse, "Can I see her?"
"Of course, you are her biological brother. I will not deprive you of the right to see her, but I haven't told her that I have found you, because, as far as I know, after Xinxin went missing, your family's situation is very serious." Your mother has passed away, your father has also entered a drug rehabilitation center, and you have dropped out of school to work outside." Fu Mian said, "Please forgive my selfishness, I don't want to let her Knowing this, it's not because I hate her, I'm afraid she won't be able to accept it, I want her to be happy for a while."
"I know, I can understand." Guan Ye said, "She is still young, she should study happily and carefree in school, and act like a baby in her mother's arms." , or mother, and now he can't even give it to her.
Fu Mian nodded, and said, "Xinxin told me that she was too young when she got lost, and she couldn't remember the faces of her parents. She only knew that her father was busy every day, but every time he finished his business trip, he was very busy. When she comes back, she will bring her small gifts. Her mother is very beautiful and gentle. She will teach her a lot of things. She will tell her bedtime stories every night to lull her to sleep. Teach those who bully her a lesson."
Guan Ye's expression also gradually softened, and the happy life before appeared in his mind again. He was studying in college and rarely went home. Every time he went home, he would bring gifts for his parents and his painting style. He cooked a large table of food and welcomed him home. Although his father would not say anything, he would also ask him about his situation at school. As for the painting style, every time he came back, the painting style was always the first to rush out to greet him. His, she would hug his thigh, act like a baby with him in a soft voice, tell him that she misses him very much, and that her parents miss him very much.
Those were the happiest days he lived, and after that, his painting style lost.
He will always remember the day when Huafeng got lost. His mother said that his father went to work as before, and his mother rushed to school because something happened at school. Xiaohuafeng was alone at home. There is no shadow of the painting style, and my mother thought that the painting style went to the nearby houses to play as usual, so she didn't think much about it, but who knew that when the father went home at night, the painting style did not come back.
Then my mother became anxious, and started shouting "Painting Wind" in the nearby streets and alleys, asking the neighbors if they had seen where the painting wind had gone.
The neighbors didn't know where the painting style went, and they all said that they had never seen the painting style. They also came out to help their parents find the painting style. They searched every corner of the neighborhood, but they couldn't find the painting style.