Chapter 19

It takes more than seven hours to drive from Yuncheng to the capital. Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan set out at more than seven o'clock. They had a short rest at two toll booths. It was evening when they arrived in the capital.

"Go to Fu's now?" Song Fengwan put the collection of wrong questions on one side and straightened his waist

It's getting dark and it's time for dinner. It's not good to visit now.

"It was agreed before. Mr. Fu said that he would wait for us to have dinner." Along the way, josiyan relied on a few cigarettes he smoked at the toll station, hanging his spirit.

After the car entered the capital, it obviously felt that the traffic flow increased.

Song Fengwan looks out of the window. It's not the first time she's been to Beijing. She used to come here for a tour.

This place is a gathering of the most powerful people in the country. It is prosperous, colorful, but also the most ruthless place.

The millennium old city, with its historical precipitation, integrates the modern style and gives birth to its unique humanistic style.

The car passed through most of the city and arrived at a compound with armed guards at the gate.

The iron gate is towering, majestic and solemn, high above and out of reach.

"Wait a minute." Josiyan got off to register. It's hard to get into this kind of compound without permission.

"Mr. Joe?" A gray haired old man walked over and asked in a low voice.

"I am."

"I'm sent by Mr. Fu to meet you." He said hello to the guard on one side with a smile, and the iron door opened.

"Please." Josiyan is always polite to the elderly.

When the car drove into the compound, there were standing Metasequoia trees on both sides, with green plants all over the place. They were all finely cut and beautiful. The Fu family's house was in the innermost part.

The car stopped at the gate of the hospital, and they walked slowly in under the guidance of the Fu family.

"This is the house previously allocated by the top. After the old man retired, he was considerate and lived here all the time. Usually, there are only two people, the old man and his husband." The old man explained.

Since ancient times, the Fu family has been full of powerful officials and counsellors. During the war period, although Mr. Fu was not as famous as those founding generals who fought in the battlefield, anyone who knows something about history knows that a war does not rely on brute force alone. He has personally planned many famous battles and made outstanding military contributions.

After the founding of the people's Republic of China, he was also the chief of the think tank above, and even participated in the revision of the national law.

The number of people is prosperous and the country is prosperous.

The courtyard is not big, gingko and osmanthus, autumn is strong.

Song Fengwan didn't dare to look at it more. He looked straight ahead.

Although she and Fu Yuxiu were engaged, they didn't formally come to the Fu family. Originally, they had a grand engagement banquet, but at that time, the Fu family's old lady was in poor health, so things were put on hold.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath. He was nervous at the bottom of his heart. Suddenly, a voice came from his ear, "old man, here we are."

Then, she saw an old man with grey hair coming out from the door. He was very simple in dress, but his collar was intricate and exquisite, and he was low-key and introverted.

Solemn and dignified, wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, but still hale and hearty, especially those eyes, extremely sharp, but the eyes fell on song Fengwan and became extremely loving.

"Late?" His voice was low and hoarse, with an inexplicable authority.

"Grandfather Fu is good." Song Fengwan gave a clever call.

"Mr. Fu." Josiyan was still cold.

"When I saw you before, you just..." master Fu stretched out his hand and said, "it's so big."

Song Fengwan was surprised. When did they meet?

"I guess you don't remember. At that time, you were still young and were held in your grandfather's arms. Baby can't do it. I didn't want to hold him." Mr. Fu said with a smile, "it's hard to ride. Come on in."

"Well." Song Fengwan's heart is suspicious. Does Master Fu know his grandfather? And listen to the tone, also very familiar appearance.

Fu looked at Qiao Xiyan, "how is your father?"

"Just the same, please." Josiyan spoke to him without fear.

"Your family are all nuts." Mr. Fu dislikes Tao. If they are engaged in jade carving and stone carving, they will take great pains to carve and forget to eat and sleep.

"Tea, Miss Song." The servant took the tea and looked at her more.

It's true that he has a beautiful appearance and a decent manner. With such a fiancee, I really don't know what young master Yu Xiu wants to do.

**

On the other side of the pear garden, the famous Peking Opera "Suolin bag" is being sung. The people on the stage are full of cheers from time to time for their rich oil color, green clothes and water sleeves, and elegant and frustrated singing.

This play sings the story of the people who are in trouble and help each other and repay their kindness.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. His mother was more selective in watching the opera. She loved to watch several pieces of "yutangchun" and "qunyinghui". How could she listen to this play today.

"Old three."

"Well?" Fu Chen went over.

"Do you think Xue Xiangling is very poor?" The old lady looks sad in spring and autumn.

"Well." Fu Chen answered. Xue Xiangling is the daughter of the play.

"You said that if you met a girl in need, would you also lend a helping hand?"

Fu Chen rubbed the Buddha's finger and stopped. He always felt that something was wrong, "Mom, you..."

"You see, the little girl is so pitiful. Why are you so hard hearted?" The old lady was straight at once.

Fu Chen was helpless. He saw that the play was just a play. He was so eager to fight with himself that he couldn't make her uncomfortable for a play. "Well, help, definitely help."

"You said that." The old lady suddenly laughed.

In order to force him to get married and go on a blind date, his mother did everything she could. Was she going to make a fortune for him this time?

"It's getting late. Go back. Your father is waiting for us to eat." The old lady got Fu Shen's promise and walked faster than usual.

**

It was already dusk when Fu Chen and the old lady arrived at the compound.

As soon as they got home, they heard Mr. Fu's hearty laughter coming from the door.

Fu Shen's eyes sank and looked at his mother. The old lady laughed at him very brightly. "Third, there are guests at home."

Fu Chen just laughs and remembers his mother's appearance at the opera. Does he want to take the opportunity to give her a girl?

"... you're about the same age as the third in our family. Do you have any friends?" The old man's voice is loud.

"Not yet." Josiyan's voice has always been cold and fierce, even without emotional warmth.

"What's the matter with you young people now? The third in our family is the same. It will be 27 after this year's birthday. Up to now, you haven't been in love, and you haven't even pulled a little girl's hand."

Fu Shen twisted his eyebrows and strode to the house. Who the man was? His father dared to say anything.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a little girl holding tea and smiling gently.

Several people in the house also saw the people at the door, and their eyes met

Song Fengwan immediately got up, Phoenix eyes narrowed, looked at Fu Chen, "Fu grandma is good, Third Master is good."

The fundus of the eye was a little narrow, like a little fox.

Third master

I'm old enough to be

Young.