Rooted

Chapter 175

up.He was ready to bow his head, but hadn't figured out how to convince them he wasn't planning on getting married "for now."

As a result, Ms. He Sheng just looked at him and burst into tears.

This was something he hadn't thought of, he didn't know what to do, he looked at it awkwardly for a while, then silently took out the paper and handed it to her.

She said she was really worried because he had no friends, no lover, not even a dog.

Now his family is still there, and the situation is better.After they are gone, she is afraid that he will be very lonely.

Fu Wensheng listened quietly, listening to her talk about many worries, and finally sent her back to the old house.

He thought she knew him, but not quite.Because for 30 years, they have always been there, and there have been other people around him who tried to stay, but he has never had a moment when he is not alone.

This kind of slightly stiff and delicate relationship has been maintained for many years, and finally Fu Yin seems to have given up the idea of ​​turning him around.

Hearing that parents always admit defeat in front of their children, Fu Wensheng thought that this might be the case, and he felt sorry for it.

During the Chinese New Year in 71, the two elders were taken away by Fu Wenyan and Xiang Qi for vacation.

Originally, they also invited Fu Wensheng, but Fu Wensheng refused because of work.He thinks he is a more interesting person.

He's spending this New Year alone, and he's somewhat content with that.But this year is also very strange. He can't find a housekeeper who is willing to work in the New Year even after adding money.

Housework looks easy, but it is actually very difficult. For the first time, he felt that the house was too big, and he felt helpless. In the end, he only tidied up his bedroom, threw away the washed and discolored clothes, and gave up other housework.

In the afternoon, he went out for a walk.

During the Chinese New Year, there are many people and cars on the street.Some impatient car owners honked their horns and rushed to cross the road, but the passers-by who were almost hit stood beside the car and yelled.

All kinds of excitement have something in common: most people travel together.Many people would take a second look at the lonely Fu Wensheng when they passed by, but he didn't really care.

Walking around a street corner, he bumped into a man, a beggar.

He was only as tall as his chest, wearing very little clothes, and was very ragged. Not only was his body dirty, but his exposed skin was covered with frostbite. He was holding an equally dirty bowl with a few coins in it.

Fu Wensheng looked at his hands, they were very dirty, the nails were also black, there was mud or something between the nails, and the five fingers were red and swollen, like blackened radishes.

The other party bumped into someone and was startled. He backed up several steps, and then bumped into someone else and was blamed by others.He went around saying sorry without direction, his voice was rough and hoarse, it was hard to hear.

Everyone looked at him with disgust and walked around him.

He was farther away, and Fu Wensheng could see his eyes clearly, which were a little gray, like clouds in his eyes.It was a pity that Fu Wensheng's beautiful eyes were sick.

Fu Wensheng touched his pocket, and there happened to be cash, a few hundred yuan, and he gave all the money to the other party.

The beggar listened carefully, and seemed to recognize that he was giving money, so he quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, thank you."

Fu Wensheng left after giving the money. Before turning around, he saw the beggar almost buried his face in the bowl, and he didn't know if he could see clearly.

He walked through the intersection with the green light in his pocket, feeling a strange drift in his heart, as if the world was approaching him in an instant.

He walked a few more steps, and suddenly, he heard someone calling "Sir", and the voice came from behind him not far away.Strangely, he immediately recognized the voice as the little beggar just now.

He turned his head, thinking about what he would tell himself.Before I could figure it out, I heard the screeching sound of sudden braking and a loud bang.

It was actually very cold that day, so cold that the breath he exhaled casually was white.But the blood splashed on his face was hot.piping hot.He heard screams as people ran away from the blood-spattered areas.

Only he stands.

He stood at one end, and the little beggar lay at the other end.

The non-motor vehicle parking area was scraped down by the man's body, and the car bodies collided with each other and hit the ground heavily. The battery car beeped, one after another, so sharp that it hurts the eardrums.

Countless cars were pressing on him, the man's body was bent at a strange angle, and the ground was covered with blood.

They were at the two ends, Fu Wensheng, and that person. Everyone bypassed them, stopped at a distance, and watched.When there is a little distance from danger, people fall in love with watching indifferent excitement.

Fu Wensheng also looked over there, watching the man being ostracized by the crowd, from life to death.Plastic, glass, iron frames, and steel wires passed through the person's body, and they were also suffering, but this scene did not leave any sense of beauty.

Fu Wensheng's body suddenly felt a pang of pain, and this force kept contracting and tightening slowly, soaking his viscera in his own blood, sending him on a strange synchrony.

It is every hopeless today and tomorrow that pierces him.

The peaceful appearance that Fu Wensheng tried so hard to maintain was broken at this moment.He realizes that he, too, has always been ostracized, and that ostracism will continue until his death.

The blood on his face was like a dark guide, trying to lure him, an outsider, to leave together.

He didn't come out after returning home that day, and he hardly turned on the lights in the house alone.

The festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year lasted for many days, and for the first time he felt the suffocation of madness amidst the bustle of others.

The day his family came back from their trip, they didn't look for him, so he went to them.

They were busy going in and out of the house, he didn't know what they were doing, so he stopped far away.

Later, when he saw the moving company's car, he realized that they were going to move.

He saw Fu Wenyan dancing outside the gate, and there were two sentences in a loud voice. He heard Fu Wenyan say that he could go to eat every day after living close.

The distance couldn't stop the laughter.

Then, he saw Ms. He Sheng touching her body, and then suddenly ran back into the corridor.A few minutes later, he got a message from her that they were moving.

Fu Wensheng put away his phone.

He continued to watch, kept watching, standing under the leafless tree, seeing the happy smiles on every face he was familiar with, which he was unable to take away.

He watched them walk away in the sunset.

He went back to Zhoumi Garden alone.

When he came back, it was still light, and the sunset glow was beautiful, orange red pink purple.He looked far away from the second floor, then looked down, looked at his own yard, and felt a little pity for the first time.

If there is a bench or a swing in the yard, it must be beautiful to sit and watch the sunset, he thought.

Fu Wensheng took care of everything when he was 32 years old, mainly his property. He left all of it to his family, which was enough wealth for them to live a lifetime without worry.

He then left the day after his birthday and never returned.

Fu Wensheng heard crying and water.The sound of water is murmuring, very crisp, like wind chimes.The cry is very familiar, always noisy, a little annoying.

It was strange that this annoying sound reminded him of the white curtains in summer.A gust of wind blew, and the window curtain floated gently, with a fresh fragrance, wrapped his face, soft, hazy and beautiful.

He remembered that the voice belonged to him.

ding ding dong dong-

He also thought of the rainbow that appeared when the yard was sprinkled in summer, the boy who came running to him, the dimple on his left cheek, the shining lovely eyes, and the beautiful rosy lips, all opening and closing, all called his name.

gentlemen……

elder brother……

Fu Wensheng...

He saw the lips in a fading light, couldn't help being drawn to them, and struggled between pain and relief.

When you can't see past the appearance, look at the results.The results can in turn give the answer.

Fu Wensheng thought that he had made the choice he always wanted, but he didn't seem to feel much relief.

Only sigh.

He walked on Huangquan Road and drank all the Mengpo soup, but he couldn't stop his sigh.Because it was deeply engraved in his soul.

There were bursts of severe pain in his scalp, and someone grabbed his hair very hard, as if he had a grudge against his scalp.

Fu Wensheng opened his eyes slowly and with difficulty.There was no pain in his body, and he realized that he was still in the water. He heard Gan Hezhi's intermittent submerged cries, and realized that Gan Hezhi hadn't escaped yet.

Gan Hezhi was still struggling weakly. He hugged Fu Wensheng tightly, asking Fu Wensheng to struggle with him.

Fu Wensheng felt helpless.

He touched Gan Hezhi's waist, clasped it, and turned Gan Hezhi over with force.When he was doing these movements, he couldn't stop at all, and he couldn't think about it at all. He knew that once he hesitated, he couldn't use any strength.

It was only then that Gan Hezhi realized that he had woken up, his crying stopped for a second, and then he spit out a series of meaningless syllables "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah".

Fu Wensheng couldn't understand.

He carried Gan Hezhi out of the water, and the world in front of him was spinning. He may not be able to swim to the shore, but he will do his best.There was nothing else to think of but swimming to the shore.

He made movements silently, every movement was a squeeze on his little vitality left.He feels that way.But he doesn't want to stop and won't stop, this is what he has to do.

The back of his head was hot and cold, and so was his body, getting colder and colder. He probably knew that he had lost too much blood and was almost hopeless.It doesn't matter, the matter in front of him is the most important thing, he has to do it well first.

He began to have hallucinations, and in Gan Hezhi's cries, they seemed to have returned to Chaoyu City, Zhoumi Garden, and their home.He was sitting on the swing with Ganhe Zhi on his lap.

The swing was swaying, and the sunset was orange, red, pink and purple, so beautiful.

Gan Hezhi fell asleep on his lap,

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