Chapter 18

On the day of song Fengwan's departure for Beijing

Song Jingren personally helped her carry her two large boxes of luggage and art equipment to the car. "It's windy evening. When you go to the capital, you must take good care of yourself. If you're not used to eating, I'll let aunt Liang do it for you."

"Just two or three months. It's OK." Song Fengwan looked at the suitcase and wondered if he had forgotten anything.

"Go there and visit Mr. Fu first. Be respectful to others. I've prepared all the gifts for you."

"When you get there, please remember to call me. No matter how late it is, I'll wait for your message." Song Jingren repeated.

"I know." Song Fengwan was also reluctant to give up. It was the first time that she left her parents and went out to live alone. After all, she was only 17 years old, so she was somewhat worried.

"Xiyan, please this time..." Song Jingren walked to the other side.

Qiao Xi has been here for such a long time that he has not even set foot in the yard of the Song family, which shows Qiao's attitude.

He glanced at Song Jingren, threw half of the cigarette end between his fingertips, raised his foot and crushed it out.

"Late, are you ready?"

"Well."

"Let's go." He said to leave directly, body posture cold proud, sight desolate thin, than this autumn wind also bleak.

Song Fengwan talked to song Jingren for a few minutes before he left by car.

The lights flashed a few times and disappeared.

**

Song Fengwan is sitting in the front passenger's seat. He is sending a message to his mother. He suddenly thinks of something. He suddenly turns to the back seat to look for something.

"Forget something?" Josiyan looked at her in a panic, with a smile on her lips.

"I thought you really grew up and could stand on your own. Fortunately, you haven't got on the highway yet. Hurry to find it." As he slowed down, his voice was not so cool. On the contrary, he was lazy and kind of

take pleasure in other people's misfortune.

Song Fengwan finally found a paper bag, held it in his arms, and looked down to check, "found it, scared me, thought I had left it at home."

Qiao Xi Yan Yu light light light glanced one eye, seem to be a dress.

"This dress is very important?"

"It's the third master Fu's. he lent it to me before..." song Fengwan didn't hide it. He simply told me what happened on the rainy day, "... After the clothes were sent back for washing, I checked it. It's the limited edition of this brand in the current season. It's very expensive."

"I didn't expect Third Master Fu to have such a side." Josiyan subconsciously touched a cigarette in his mouth, and then went to touch the lighter, only to catch a glimpse of the person beside him pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.

His father exhorted.

Don't smoke in front of children.

"You don't know him. How do you know what he is like?" Song Fengwan was suspicious.

"I heard that the customers who went to the store to buy jade ware had talked about his rumor."

"That customer went to the northwest to buy stones. He happened to meet Mr. Fu. A group of them may have gone for an inspection or a mountaineering trip." Josiyan squinted and said, "there was a woman chasing him all the time."

Song Feng's interest came in an instant, "and then what?"

"The mountain is high and the road is dangerous. The young lady is delicate and soft. She can't bear hardships. Her feet are blistered."

"Did she go back?" Song Fengwan was full of interest.

"It's not easy to catch up with her. How can I leave easily? I guess I want to take the opportunity to let Mr. Fu cherish her. It's very pitiful. Many men can't refuse such a woman." Qiao Xiyan said lightly, "it's a pity that the third master Fu is not a normal man at all..."

Song Fengwan frowned, "what did he do?"

"I didn't look her in the eye at all. Later, the woman said that she wanted to go up the mountain and jump off the cliff, forcing her to die."

"So crazy?"

"Third Master Fu said something." Qiao Xiyan tone is very light, "Miss Li, remember to buy insurance."

Song Fengwan touched his nose. According to his attitude towards Jiang Fengya that day, he could really say that.

"What happened to the girl in the end? Not really. "

"No, the woman broke down and cried on the spot."

"It must be hard for people who are liked to say that." Song Fengwan didn't fall in love formally. He watched a lot of TV dramas and could understand some of them.

"That's not true. The girl kept shouting that her surname was not Li, but Cheng. She had been chasing Mr. Fu for more than four years. Let alone her name, she didn't even have a surname in his eyes."

Qiao Xiyan chuckled, "the third master Fu said faintly," I'm sorry, I can't remember people who are irrelevant. "

"The attitude is extremely sincere. The girl left lamely that day."

Song Fengwan had no choice but to shake his head, "it's also pitiful."

"So I'm a little surprised that he can lend you his clothes. He should be a cold, thin and heartless man."

"I'm not his fanatical pursuer, and he's an elder. It's normal to take care of me." Song Fengwan always respected Fu Chen and took him as his elder.

"The Fu family will not be mentioned by others. Fu Chen, you must pay attention to it. It's said that it's very difficult to get along with others. You don't like others to talk back to him. Just listen to what he says."

Qiao Xiyan is also worried about his cousin's loss. He is away from home. He has been wronged and has no one to support him.

"I don't know how the Fu family arranges it, but I think Fu Chen is OK with you. When you return the clothes, you should have a good attitude. Didn't you bring some special products? Also give him some. If he can take care of you, no one dares to bully you in the capital. "

"I remember." Song Fengwan bit his lip.

She knew how strong Fu Chen's thigh was.

If you want to have a good life in the future, you have to hold your thighs firmly.

I don't know what Mr. Fu likes. If only he could do what he likes.

Song Fengwan sighed, took out the 3500 words of college entrance examination English on one side and began to read.

**

At the moment, Fu Chen didn't understand that song Fengwan was on his way to the capital.

Master Fu was afraid that he would resist, so he gave a command to everyone in his family, intending to force them to him.

Fu Chen is a little interested in Song Fengwan, but she is young after all, and it happens to be the time for the college entrance examination. Fu Chen is not in a hurry. Recently, she has a purchase in hand and has been busy for several days.

Today, just after the break, she was forced out by the old lady of the family to accompany her to the theatre. There are many aristocratic ladies in the theatre who don't know how to play. The old lady's purpose is self-evident.

Not long after the Mid Autumn Festival, the pear garden is still singing "Chang'e rushes to the moon". The people on the stage, with heavy color ink, cloud shoulders and water sleeves, sing tactfully.

The old lady was holding a teacup and squinting.

Fu Chen, still dressed in a long black shirt, glances at his mobile phone. The dim light in the yard falls on him, revealing the depression of GuZi during the period of the Republic of China.

"Third, are you waiting for the call?" The old lady squinted and spoke in her voice.

"No

He and song Fengwan exchanged mobile phone numbers, but they haven't even sent a text message.

Fu Chen put away his mobile phone, dare to love that little girl is not going to invite himself to dinner, also his clothes.