My wife has always been timid

upstairs.

After going upstairs, Fu Xiuyuan sat in the sofa chair in front of the balcony window without saying a word, staring quietly into the distance with distant eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Kong Ang stood obediently at the door.

Su Qingcheng sat by the bed without saying a word, looking at the man like a person in a painting, she did not dare to disturb the tranquility by making a sound.

After all, old man Fu is Fu Xiuyuan's grandfather. Even though the old man had disagreements with Fu Xiuyuan all the time, they are connected by blood. Now that the old man is going west and his grandfather has passed away, Fu Xiuyuan should feel bad in his heart.

The atmosphere is very quiet.

Su Qingcheng didn't know how to comfort the man, so she sat with him the whole time.

Seeing the light of the setting sun gradually dimming, the sky was covered with layers of gray, the night fell quietly, and even the temperature dropped a lot.

The cool night wind blew, blowing Fu Xiuyuan's short hair on his forehead. He was only wearing a black shirt. Su Qingcheng wondered if he would feel cold, so she got up and took a coat from the closet, walked over to put it on him on the shoulders.

The feeling of the clothes covering his shoulders awakened Fu Xiuyuan. He turned his head slightly, and when he saw that it was Su Qingcheng, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

It's strange to still smile at her at this time.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Xiuyuan raised his hand to touch the back of her head, and gently rubbed her hair with his fingertips.

Su Qingcheng shook her head.

Too many things happened in one afternoon, and she received a lot of news. She is not in the mood to eat at all now.

Fu Xiuyuan originally thought that if she was hungry, he would take her down for dinner, but when she shook her head, the light that had just ignited in his eyes dimmed again, and he looked out the window faintly.

The sky was about to get dark, and the sea seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy thick fog.

He stopped talking, Su Qingcheng felt that he was not in a good mood, put his small hand on his shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice: "It's normal for people to die, he is your grandfather, you will inevitably be sad, but you can't affect it too much." Emotions, your body is not good, you need to pay more attention."

Ok?
Hearing her relief, Fu Xiuyuan turned his head to look at her.

The little hand on his shoulder was weak and boneless, Fu Xiuyuan glanced over lightly, and then turned to the girl's amber eyes again, and what was shining in them was worry for him.

She is concerned about him.

Fu Xiuyuan stared deeply at the girl's pretty little face, feeling that she cared a lot and stretched a lot in his heart. He took the girl's hand from his shoulder to his, pulled her, and let her get closer to him, before saying, "Actually. Not sad, just a little unhappy."

"what?"

"The person who supported and taught me since I was a child, but after teaching me, the person who fought with me for so many years, suddenly left. I'm not used to it."

Fu Xiuyuan said.

Su Qingcheng lowered her eyes slowly, and nodded with a vague understanding.

It is undeniable that although Mr. Fu is not a good elder, he is a qualified teacher. He taught Fu Xiuyuan well, distinguishing between good and evil, and knowing how to protect what he loves.

It was also because he taught Fu Xiuyuan so well that Fu Xiuyuan gradually distanced himself from him.

If old master Fu knew that Fu Xiuyuan was not happy about his departure, he would be somewhat relieved.

After all, this child was brought up by him alone.

"Susu?"

"Ok?"

The low voice rang in his ears, Su Qingcheng turned his head to look at the man, and met his dark eyes.

The two are very close.

Fu Xiuyuan sat on the sofa, took her hand and pulled her body between his knees.

Such a close posture made it convenient for him to hug her slender waist. He raised his head slightly, looked at her deeply, and said, "If one day I leave, will you be sad?"