Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 393 392 Flashy Dream

In November, the weather is getting colder, and the little one has passed the cute moment of confinement and has begun to become restless.

Three crying meals a day is the basic rule.

Mr. Fu is semi-returning to work.

Jiang Yi was often noisy at home and his scalp was numb.

I still remember that in mid-November, Jiang Yi answered a work phone call, but all he could hear on the other side of the phone was the crying of a little guy.

So Mrs. Fu, a first-time mother, couldn't help but coax the little guy.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the confinement sister-in-law hurriedly hugged the child and left.

It happened in the afternoon, but I regret it was at night.

Probably to make up for the little one, Jiang Yi took the initiative to invite Miao to sleep with the little one at night.

Halfway through the night, Mr. Fu's phone rang, waking up the little guy, who was beginning to grumble and gradually wake up.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone.

Fu Xiting was leaning on the bedside with his mobile phone in hand, like an octogenarian who had suddenly aged several dozen years.

Jiang Yi noticed something strange and asked him: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xiting's eyes were scarlet, and his unbearability was mixed with grief, which vividly reflected all the seven emotions, love, hatred, and hatred in the world.

He said: "Take the children back to the villa!"

The little guy was born a long time ago and has never seen his grandma.

Fu Xiting didn't suggest it, and Jiang Yi didn't mention it. Firstly, she had a bad relationship with Meng Shu, and secondly, her husband didn't ask her not to do more about this matter.

But today, this person suddenly mentioned this matter late in the morning.

Jiang Yi vaguely knew that something had happened.

Late at night, the two of them left Yu Garden and went straight to the villa with their confinement sister-in-law. The little one was wrapped in a thick blanket, and the confinement sister-in-law followed the couple closely into a courtyard with her arms in her arms.

As soon as the footsteps reached the iron gate, the mournful sound slowly came from the room, and the sobbing sound was like a wronged kid at midnight.

Wen Qi's cries became increasingly sadder each time.

Hearing the overflowing emotions in Jiang Yi's heart, she vaguely remembered Zou Yin's cry on the day she was buried.

Despair, powerlessness, watching the person in front of you leave little by little and being helpless.

In front of the door, Fu Xiting stopped Jiang Yi: "I'll just go in."

Jiang Yi looked at him with firm and gentle eyes: "Let's go together!"

When a person is about to die, he will eventually let go.

If she is not Meng Shu, she is also Fu Xiting's mother.

This journey is just a giveaway.

Wen Qi knelt beside the bed and saw Fu Xiting coming in with the child in his arms. He urgently called to Meng Shu who was lying on the bed dying: "Madam, madam, Yanting came with the child in his arms, didn't you say something? Take a look, let's take a look.

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It was probably Wenqi's call that had an effect.

Meng Shu slowly opened her eyes.

When Wen Qi saw her eyes open, he shouted excitedly to Fu Xiting to give him the seat next to the bed.

Fu Xiting held the child and sat beside the bed.

Meng Shu raised her hand, struggled several times, and slowly fell down in mid-air. The person who was once so proud now found it difficult to even raise her hand.

Fu Xiting held her hand after many years. In just a moment, tears rushed down from Meng Shu's eyes.

It has been more than ten years since her husband passed away.

From when he was a child to when he had a child, it was such a long time that Meng Shu couldn't even remember it.

Fu Xiting held her hand and the hand of the infant baby.

She said: It's great, you are no longer alone.

The intersection of three generations arises silently at this midnight.

And in a moment, it disappeared again.

Suddenly, cries of mourning rang out in the room, and the doctor announced indifferently: "On November 9, 2012, at 2:15 in the morning, Mrs. Fu died of illness."

Fu Xiting sat by the bed with his child in his arms, looking at Meng Shu who looked pale, recalling scenes from his youth in his mind.

Meng Shu is beautiful.

I like to wear skirts of various colors.

When he was a child, he would go to the mall to help his mother choose a nice skirt every time he went out with his father.

The first thing I did when I took it home was to let Meng Shu try it on.

Wearing a nice dress, she smiled brightly and asked him: "Is mom good-looking?"

He nodded: "It looks good."

Fu Xiting's tears fell on the little guy's face. The little guy groaned and then burst into tears.

When Jiang Yi took the little guy from Fu Xiting's hand, he heard Fu Xiting's eyes were lost and he said two words in sorrow.

He said: "It looks good."

Jiang Yi walked to the door and heard suppressed cries coming from the house.

The Fu family gave him a good education and made him a mentally normal person, but they did not give him an environment to perform. Meng Shu was a thorn in Fu Xiting's side.

I feel sad when I die, and I hate you when I live.

On November 12, the funeral of Meng Shu ended, and Fu Xiting became more and more taciturn.

The only smile I have is given to my wife and children.

But every time he was away from people, he would sit alone somewhere like an old man without roots.

Uncertain, without any sense of belonging.

On November 15th, Jiang Yi was worried about Fu Xiting. While her daughter was sleeping, she arrived at the Dongting Group. When she opened the door and entered, the smell of cigarette smoke filled the room so much that she could not open her eyes.

Guan Qing said: Fu Dong seems to be ill.

Jiang Yi felt that he was really ill. He smoked every day and the office became a fire scene. He always took a shower and changed clothes before going home, so as to hide the truth.

On November 6, Wen Ziqi came to the capital to talk about work, and Mengyao went with him. They were very happy to see Zhan Shu. Mengyao almost couldn't put it down. When no one was there, she asked Jiang Yi: "Don't you think this child's eyebrows are good?"

Looks like Jiang Fu?"

Jiang Yi was suddenly frightened, and this incident was inevitable at night.

In the middle of the night, Fu Xiting talked about this matter. Mr. Fu pondered for a moment and responded seriously to his wife: "You want to tell me? Jiang Fu traveled through time and became your daughter?"

Mrs. Fu:

November 23, Meng Shu 27.

Fu Xiting went to visit the grave, probably recalling sad things. He had dinner at night and opened a bottle of red wine. Mr. Fu drank too much. In the bedroom, he used the alcohol to let out all the frustration and pain he had felt over the past few days. He held his arms

Jiang Yi, cried like a child.

He was silent and cried bitterly.

Finally, he asked Jiang Yi: "What is the meaning of hatred?"

Jiang Yi told him: "Recognize yourself."

This heart-to-heart talk ended in bed. The two's first love after Jiang Yi gave birth was obviously not a happy one.

Jiang Yi took pity on him and spoke soft words one by one.

Mr. Fu hugged her, her shoulders wet with tears.

In the past, it was Fu Xiting who took care of her emotions, but now, Jiang Yi seems to have grown up overnight.

She stroked the man's shoulder and opened her own wound in a light and humorous tone: "Don't be sad, I have two mothers, I can share one with you."

The man suddenly laughed.

He raised his head and kissed her hard.

A broken voice came out of her throat and turned into a sob.

November 24, 2012, the fourth year since 2009.

On this day, the capital ushered in the first major cooling period from autumn to winter.

When Mr. Fu got up in the morning, he didn't see his wife and daughter beside him. He got up to wash up and went downstairs, but still no one was there. He looked for Suxin and asked, "Where's my wife?"

Su Xin was shocked and looked at Fu Xiting with fear in her eyes: "Sir?"

"It's cold, let my wife add some clothes."

Suxin asked hurriedly: "Sir, what kind of wife?"

Su Xin had been following him for many years and rarely made any mistakes. When Fu Xi Ting saw that she was panicking and speaking in a high tone, she looked slightly unhappy and said, "Jiang Yi."

Suxin did not expect to be arranged for a psychological war when she got up early in the morning. She speculated on the meaning of this business overlord.

I was thinking about the name Jiang Yi in my mind.

I thought of Mr. Fu’s unengaged fiancée.

Just as she was thinking, Guan Qing came.

The feeling of oppression disappeared from her body, and Suxin breathed a sigh of relief.

Guan Qing came straight over with the documents and eagerly reported on today's work: "Today we have to sign a contract extension with Maida. The location is."

"Maida's contract was from 2009, and you're just bringing it out now?" The man looked unhappy, and felt a sense of coercion.

Guan Qing raised his eyes in astonishment and glanced at his watch before he dared to retort to Fu Xiting: "Sir, it is now 2009."

"impossible."

Guan Qing took out his cell phone and handed it to him.

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the time. In just a moment, Suxin saw the usually calm business tycoon suddenly turn around and go upstairs, staggering several times because of his eager steps.

The man pushed open the door of the baby's room on the second floor and saw that there were guest beds in the originally full room, and his heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Yi's slight complaint sounded in his mind: "I told you that the room was too small, but you didn't listen. Now it's better."

Where is the crib?

He turned around and went to the bedroom cloakroom, opened the cloakroom door, and the bright colors disappeared from his eyes.

The entire cloakroom was hung with his suits, coats, and shirts, making it look empty.

"Mr. Fu, can your clothes still be squeezed in? The cabinet is not enough."

Fu Xiting had never been in such a panic before, and his heartbeat at this time was comparable to the day when Jiang Yi gave birth.

He experienced the death of Meng Shu before and after, and at this time, his wife and children disappeared.

Could this all be a dream?

Is this all a big dream?

Is it rare that he, Fu Xiting, can only be a loner in this life?

The man groaned, and a mouthful of blood flowed down his mouth.

He held onto the wall of the cloakroom, slowly slid down and sat on the ground. The neatly dressed man bent his knees and buried his face in it.

2009.

2009.

2009.

He frantically recited the number in his mind.

After a long time, he suddenly remembered something, and immediately climbed up and called Guan Qing loudly.

"Guan Qing."

"date."

"On May 6th, you will be engaged to Miss Jiang's family today."

May 6th?

Jiang Fu's plane crashed on May 8th. It was too late! It was too late!

Freud's flower language: You travel through my dreams carelessly.

Complete text

When I was writing the final chapter, I kept playing the song "Empty" on a single loop. Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu initially set it up as a big dream. Halfway through the text, I suddenly felt that it was too cruel and didn't want to write "be". Then I decided to do it.

At the end, I suddenly discovered that many characters buried in the early stages had already determined the ending of this article.

The ending has been decided. Thank you all for your company and encouragement during this period. Because of you, I can go further and further on the road of writing stories.

On January 17, 2023, Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu and I waved goodbye to everyone.

(End of chapter)