two sons three fathers

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that you cheated on me, and I caught you," Han Yu said as if it really happened, squinting at him, "I broke all your legs, three, one, Legs, all."

"Ah!" Fu Yizheng looked at the gray pupils, opened his eyes wide, and suddenly said: "I... this, isn't it a little wronged?"

Han Yu narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Fu Yizhen: "..." How can this be taken seriously!

"I'll let you not want it, and go to someone else." Fu Yizheng pulled the quilt over his stomach, patted him lightly, and hurriedly explained to himself: "Isn't that blind and doesn't know good or bad?"

"The mouth is getting poorer," Han Yu groaned, the small gap at the corner of his mouth was still hurting, he didn't dare to smile, so he had to push him with his hands, and ordered: "Loosen the soil of the flowerpot, and I will forgive you for cheating." thing."

There are more charges for no reason.Thinking of Han Yu's inconvenience, Fu Yizhang wiped the corner of his mouth and obediently went to work.

He turned over the soil with a shovel and asked Han Yu from time to time, "Do you need to fertilize?"

He doesn't know how to grow flowers yet, so he will follow what Han Yu says.

"No need," Han Yu struggled to prop up his upper body, looking at Fu Yizhen who was squatting at the base of the wall, "Turn over slowly, don't dig the roots."

It is a potted orchid, which has already bloomed and does not need to be fertilized.

"Too much fertilizer will burn the seedlings." Han Yu said as he lay back on the sofa with a backache.

The two people who didn't know how to restrain themselves had tossed and tossed in the middle of the night last night, which caused Han Yu to be useless for two days.

Tomorrow Monday, he actually wants to ask for leave.The waist is sore. I can't sit upright, and it's uncomfortable to bend. I can only lie down to relieve the pain a little.

It was the first time that Fu Yizheng slept for a full day, and Han Yu felt that it was not an exaggeration at all when he was here.He wants to sleep for a week.

Hearing the sound of loosening the soil, Han Yu looked up at the large expanse of white on the ceiling, and said, "After loosening the soil, move it to the window sill and let them shine in the sun."

From the sound of walking, he knew that Fu Yizheng was moving the flower pots.About a dozen potted flowers were still alive, Han Yu took them back, and those left in the villa were mostly yellow, no one took care of them, and could no longer support them.

These are the treasures left by the old man, and he will take good care of them.

Thinking of the old man, he remembered a piece of calligraphy he wrote years ago, but it seemed to have disappeared. After searching it several times, it was not in the room.

I don't know if he was taken out of the country by the old man.

A phone call interrupted his thoughts.

Han Yu turned his head, stretched out his hand, and picked up the mobile phone on the round table.

On the mobile phone, the call prompt is "Calligraphy Association".

Han Yu held the phone, feeling strange, and didn't answer it.

The phone kept ringing, Fu Yizhang turned around and walked over to the window, and said, "Brother Yu, is your dad?"

As Fu Yizhao approached, Han Yu's phone turned over, and the lit screen was facing him.

Fu Yizheng glanced, raised his eyes from the screen, and asked suspiciously, "Calligraphy Association?"

Han Yu nodded blankly.

"Go ahead," Fu Yizhen patted the dust off his hands, and said, "I should be looking for you."

As soon as Han Yu got connected, a male voice with a correct accent said, "Hello, is this Han Yu, Mr. Han?"

He is Han Yu, yes, but not Mr. What.

The overly formal and respectful tone caused Han Yu to answer with a raised voice, "Hello, I'm Han Yu."

"Your calligraphy won No.1 in this year's Hard-tipped Pen Contest, and won a prize of 5 yuan. The award ceremony will be held next Friday. The time, address, and information will be sent to your reserved mobile phone number later. Could you please Come join now."

Han Yu was stunned by too much news, so he took care of it.

contest?award? 5 yuan!

Han Yu's mind rang for a short time, feeling incredible, he hummed lightly at first, and after hanging up, the message was sent quickly.

Fu Yixuan came out after washing his hands, and saw Han Yu hung up the phone, holding his phone in a daze.

"Is there something wrong?" Fu Yizheng asked.

Han Yu looked up, eyes wide open, and said in surprise, "I, I won the prize, 5 yuan!"

Fu Yizheng frowned when he heard the words, sat down on the sofa, "Could it be a liar?"

Once reminded, Han Yu was overjoyed and didn't even question the truth of what he said.He moved his head to lean on Fu Yizhang's lap, raised his head, "You check?"

Han Yu recounted the contents of the speech in full, and called up the text message to Fu Yizheng to read.

After Fu Yizhen finished watching...it doesn't look like a fake? !

Fu Yizheng was deceived a few times, and said with experience: "The phone call is also true, I'll take a look."

Fu Yizheng took the phone, checked the source of information, and the time and awards of the competition. As a result, there really were, and the information was posted on the official website.

He turned his face to look at Han Yu, "Have you ever written calligraphy?"

"I wrote a formal article a few years ago, but I can't find it anymore." Han Yu thought for a while and said, "Usually those are just for practice."

Fu Yizheng nodded thoughtfully.

In order to be sure, Fu Yizhang asked people from the Calligraphy Association to check the authenticity.The Calligraphy Association said that it was submitted by Zhao Zhongyong and Mr. Zhao Laosheng for the entry draft submitted years ago. Also, their competition was fair and just, and the results were not announced until March, so they were notified.

Fu Yizheng hung up the phone, and the ninth floor was confirmed.He said: "There is really this competition. He said Mr. Zhao Zhongyong signed up for you. Isn't this the old man you want to learn from?"

Han Yu said in a daze, "Then... I really earned [-] yuan!"

Fu Yizhen nodded solemnly and said, "Really."

Han Yu almost jumped up from the sofa, and as soon as he moved, he lay down again under the torture of pain.

Seeing his posture of supporting his waist, Fu Yizheng smiled and said, "Slow down."

Han Yu grinned and said, "I don't want to go to the awards ceremony next week."

He thought, it must be the same as the show on TV, with many cameras facing the stage, and finally let him give his acceptance speech.

Han Yu was not used to that kind of occasion.

Fu Yixuan suggested that he go, and they went together.

The same thing happened with Han Yu's award, Fu Yitang knew about it the next day, and he went to participate as a special guest of the association.Because he invested in many projects.However, I seldom attend this kind of event, and I always watch other people's children receive awards.

Fu Yitang politely refused.

When he knew that No.1 was Han Yu, Fu Yitang called again and agreed, and then called Yi Heng.

"My son is No. 1 in the province's calligraphy competition, with a reward of [-] yuan, which is better than you." Fu Yitang was quite proud, and said to the person on the phone.

Yi Heng put down his office pen, and said softly: "Congratulations wife, then, can we have dinner together tonight?"

Fu Yitang's complexion changed, and he suddenly remembered that he was still in the cold war, and said coldly: "I can't."

He always staggered Yi Heng's work and rest time, had dinner in advance, and locked the door to sleep.Yi Heng didn't even open the door even after knocking.

Yi Heng gave benefits, and said good things, but Fu Yitang didn't listen to them, ignored them, and he just said:

"When does my son come home, come and pour chicken soup on me again, otherwise everything you say will be useless."

To deal with Yi Heng, he had to be a rogue.

Once he listened to the explanation and difficulties, he would unconsciously follow his husband's train of thought, unconsciously wanting to understand his original intention and difficulties in doing things.

For so many years, Yi Heng has treated him like this.

Therefore, he turned a deaf ear and only looked at the results.

Sure enough, it was very useful, but Yi Heng always looked helpless, seeing that his wife didn't listen at all, and asked him what he was muttering all day?Who do you want to educate?

With that momentum, he might hit him at any time.

In this kind of situation, Yi Heng is helpless, there is nothing to do.

The couple has not reconciled until now.

Yi Heng sighed and hung up the phone, wanting to call his son to see if he could do ideological work.

"Han Yu won the award. Everyone is happy. Your mother and I will take you to dinner to celebrate in the evening." Yi Heng said in a fatherly tone, "I'm busy now. Tell your mother that I will make a reservation later."

On the other end of the phone, Fu Yizhang said: "Dad, we cooked the meal, so we don't waste it in the evening, you and my mother can eat." Then he hung up the phone.

Yi Heng: "..."

On the day of the ceremony, it was noon on Friday. Fu Yixuan and Han Yu wanted to ask for leave, but the teacher refused to approve the leave. Finally, they asked the reason and quickly approved the leave.

Fu Yixuan spent a huge amount of money to buy a seat in the back row of the special guest.There are rows of seats in the open air, and many people sit there.

Fu Yizheng was wearing a windbreaker jacket, with dark eyebrows, looking at the stage with sharp eyes, his face was a little more resolute and mature.

His brother Yu would stand in the middle of the red carpet, receive the honor, and watch him.

All the parents and students who entered the venue were full of seats when it came to the opening, and there was a lot of voices.

Behind Fu Yizheng, there were parents discussing.

"Do you know? The No.1 this time is actually a study in Shangyang High School."

"Shangyang? That school grabs cultural points every year, and there are many dead rules. Lingao is the best."

"Ordinary people in Lingao can't get in."

The woman said in a low voice: "Yes, people don't accept benefits if you secretly give them benefits."

Another woman continued, "Lingao is notoriously strict, has both ability and political integrity, and nothing less will do. Even if the principal's son has poor grades and commits crimes, he must be taken away. .”

Fu Yitang also heard the discussion between the two, turned sideways, stretched out his head to see his son's sharp bones, and muttered: "Baby~ why are you ignoring me?" He just came.

On Fu Yitang's delicate and thin face, she put on light makeup and lost a little weight.Fu Yizhen blamed himself a little, shook his head and said, "No, why are you here?"

"They invited me." Fu Yitang, who hadn't seen his son for a long time, pouted his peach eyes and said, "I miss you so much~"

"Me too," Fu Yizheng smiled slightly, "Don't cry, it won't look good for a while, I'm fine."

"You don't want me anymore, you don't want me~" Fu Yitang complained.

The son looks to his mother for everything, and now he doesn't tell him where he is going.He thought about it.

Seeing his slender eyebrows wrinkled, Fu Yizheng said: "Are you uncomfortable, then I'll ask the driver to take you home, or ask my dad to pick you up?"

Fu Yitang shook his head, he had a lot to say, and before the ceremony started, he spoke ill of Yi Heng.

"Last night, I beat your father up, and he was still lying at home," Fu Yitang said seeking approval: "Son, he made a mistake himself and begged for mercy."

At this time, a person walked away in the open space in the first row. Fu Yizhen raised his gaze slightly, and saw a person in a silver suit walking slowly.Yi Heng straightened his suit, patted the person next to Fu Yitang, and said something in a low voice.

The man nodded and followed the organizers to another location.

Yi Heng leaned on his suit, turned around and sat down, quietly listening to the complaints in his ear.

"The doctors are here," Fu Yitang arranged, "It's not ten days or half a month, I'm afraid they won't be able to get up."

Yi Heng raised his hand to cover his face, and sighed indistinctly.

Fu Yizheng saw the white air exhaled between the crooked fingers, raised his jaw, and gently reminded: "Mom, by your side."

"Don't worry about your side," Fu Yitang said, still in his own thoughts, "If you want money, our villa will definitely sell a lot, and I will give you all the money. Then, I will live with you and leave that old thing alone. Lying down, sleeping on the floor, or sleeping in the company, we don’t care about him anyway.”

Fu Yizhen raised his eyebrows and saw his father rubbing his temples non-stop.It's a bit miserable.

Fu Yixuan rested his forehead and sighed.

Seeing his son sigh, Fu Yitang pondered for a moment, and said: "Don't you like to speculate in stocks? If I take you to speculate, can 500 million be called a loss?

"If you invest [-] million or [-] million, you will lose everything."

"Losing money is our own business."

"Right?"

After Fu Yitang finished speaking, seeing his son smiled, he thought he was happy, so he smiled happily.