Perfect Two

nervous?

It's a weird word...but yes, it's tense.

Seeing my parents, why are you nervous?But I can't think like this. Now that I have changed my identity and went to meet my parents under someone else's name, it must be different from usual.

After thinking about it, I fought countless fights with myself, and finally I didn't know what kind of mentality to put on.Cheng Xirong was a little hesitant, and his steps were sticky.It's great now, it doesn't look like himself at all.

Fu Zhou was a little helpless, so he went around to Cheng Xirong, and asked him very seriously, "Did you hear anything unusual on the phone?"

"What?" Cheng Xirong was stunned for a moment, "No. No, I haven't communicated with them much, so there should be nothing unusual,"

Fu Zhou: "..." I didn't forget to pretend at this time, is this an actor's instinct?It's really deep down...

When Cheng Xirong asked Fu Zhou to interrupt him, he calmed down and felt that it wasn't that scary.Can parents still eat themselves?Even if you want to eat, just feed them yourself, just treat it as if you didn't give birth to yourself, and you have lived for so long in vain, what is there to worry about?No matter what, now that I live one more day, I just hide and earn a day, so my mentality can't be calmed down, so what else?He figured it out and walked straight ahead.

Fu Zhou stood there for a while, looking at his back, and thinking about his nonsense.

How can it be so natural?What kind of realm is it to speak so smoothly without even typing a draft?Then how many of what he usually said are true, and which ones are he acting out?

Fu Zhou's heart was heavy, and then the emotions from the night before continued, spreading and climbing.Seeing that Cheng Xirong had already climbed the steps, he suddenly felt a kind of envy—this guy has always been like this, emotions come and go quickly.Don't keep things in your heart.

In comparison, Fu Zhou himself is the kind who picks up broken emotions and brews them.It reached 85 last night, and it will be [-] after picking it up today.A few more straws, and he could reach his breaking point.

Cheng Xirong looked around to see if he was there, and then stood on the steps and asked, "What are you in a daze for?"

Fu Zhou sighed and followed.

Fortunately, your own critical point will also change.At 85 last night, the critical point was at [-].Today, there may be one hundred and two.

Cheng Xirong arrived early, called a private room and ordered some cold dishes.The location was determined by his mother, and now Cheng Xirong, as a child of the grandson's generation, is not suitable to talk about many things.Cheng Xirong had visited this place several times before.Because parents like it very much, Feng Yi often arranges the treats and calls him to ask him to come with him.

Really... No matter what happened in retrospect, Feng Yi was more like a son than himself.

Is that also false?If so, who is it for?The media, or yourself?

Cheng Xirong's head was a little swollen from thinking, and he leaned on the chair with no posture, his bones seemed to be limp.He just wanted to ask Fu Zhou to watch over him, and remind him if someone came.Just halfway through the conversation, the waiter led the old lady in.

Fu Zhou: "..." It's not my fault.

Cheng Xirong coughed dryly, stood up quickly, and stared at his mother hard.I lost weight and got a little darker, like I didn't have sun protection when I went on a trip, and my cheeks were still a little red.But on the contrary, she looked much healthier. When she saw her last time, she was still pale, only her eyes were red.

If it's dark, it's dark, it's good.

The old lady had been teaching all her life and was used to being calm. She glanced at Cheng Xirong and said coldly, "Don't get up. Sit down."

It may not be suitable for others.But Cheng Xirong has seen her like this since she was a child, and knows her habits and communication patterns.This is already considered enthusiastic, half of what I said, and the hidden half was probably "don't bother if you are not in good health".

All her life, the old lady has never had a bad heart, but she has no fireworks, so she can't get lively.She seldom cared about people, and once in a while, she would poke him straight, as if she was disgusted.

Feng Yi was quite uncomfortable with the character of the old lady.Be filial when it's time to be filial. When you get home, you get into a ball with Cheng Xirong. After we're done, we chat and ask Cheng Xirong: "Is it because your mother is like your mother, who suffocates you, and that's why you make such a fuss?"

Cheng Xirong didn't know either.His mother was a strict type, and his father said very little, speaking slowly and peacefully.I don't know how to raise such a troublesome spirit like myself, who can't stop for a moment.

I used to feel very proud that I am different from my parents.They are so boring, it is the habit of the older generation.I belong to the younger generation, I am energetic, have my own ideas and personality.

Looking at it now, it was stupid.

When thinking about this, there is a gap of a few seconds in the middle.The old lady sat down on the chair, first glanced at the cold dishes on the table, then looked up at Cheng Xirong, and said coldly, "Why don't you sit down?"

Fu Zhou gave Cheng Xirong a hand.Cheng Xirong came back to his senses and sat down.And then there was silence...

Cheng Xirong actually wanted to ask his mother where he had been recently, if something happened to him, if there was any trouble, and what he could do.Also, is father at home, and how is his health now?Whether those transfer procedures have been completed, the money under the account is not safe.

He had a lot to say, but when he saw his mother's expression, he swallowed it all back.I am no longer myself.When my mother looked at herself, she wouldn't look like this.Now, I am just a stranger.

Instead, Fu Zhou sat down next to Cheng Xirong, took a teacup and began pouring hot tea, and said naturally: "We visited our house some time ago. But you are not at home."

The old lady took a look at Fu Zhou, her gaze sank a little, and she replied, "I went on a trip with the old man. I heard from the property manager, and you also met Feng Yi?"

With the topic open like this, it will be easy to move forward.Cheng Xirong was grateful to Fu Zhou from the bottom of his heart.With her mother's character, she probably wouldn't take the initiative to speak up, maybe she just told him why she came to him when the hot food was served.

He actually understood what this situation meant to him.He also understands his inner turmoil.

Cheng Xirong still couldn't hold back, and glanced at Fu Zhou.The latter didn't answer, but just cast his gaze over, looking at each other calmly.

Cheng Xirong looked back at the present and nodded: "Yes. It was a coincidence that I was embarrassed by the property management."

The old lady paused and asked, "Did Feng Yi make things difficult for you?"

These words...the attitude is really ambiguous!Does she wish there was one or not?I don't know what attitude she has towards Feng Yi now, it's really hard to say what's going on!

When Cheng Xirong was hesitating, Fu Zhou added: "It's not a difficult situation."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

So Fu Zhou's eloquence also depends on the occasion?

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