My 1979

High-spirited and heroic.

Fu Bing was very motivated and Fu Xia was very pleased and didn't want to discourage him, but she still couldn't help but remind him, "The real estate industry has cyclical characteristics. When one market wave goes down, another wave rises, no one knows what the next wave will be like." You can’t say for sure, but you’d better think about it carefully and think clearly to avoid taking the wrong path.”

The old lady of the Fu family said dissatisfied, "You can't hope that your brother will get better? You haven't done anything yet, so you're just pouring cold water on him."

"There are rules for doing business. I just want to explain the truth to him clearly." Fu Xia sighed. Growing up, she rarely argued with my mother, because no matter what the matter was, the value of communication was zero. .

Occasionally I am willing to have a few words with my mother, just because I am worried about the relationship between mother and son.

Old Man Fu choked to the old lady, "Do you know how to do business, or do I know how to do business? This little soldier has his sister leading the way, which is a blessing that most people can't ask for. It's better for you. You have nothing to do with finding faults. You can do this. Damn it, you’re just fooling around.”

He didn't know how big his daughter's business was, and he didn't ask in detail, but it was definitely not bad.

The daughter had lost contact with them for more than ten years. Every time they heard about her return to China through TV news, it was only this time that they finally met her in person.

The community they rented was old and small, with cheap rents. Most of the residents were old men, old ladies and outsiders. There were no rich or famous people. It had always been peaceful.

Until the day his daughter came back, reporters began to squat at the door of the community. Every time they went out, they were greeted by flashes of light coming from the dark.

From time to time, my daughter has to attend various occasions with big leaders.

In short, he knew that his daughter was really developed.

There is no hope for the son to catch up with his daughter in this life.

The old lady said unconvinced, "Who is finding fault? I am telling the truth. No one is born knowing everything, so you have to learn slowly. It is also a good thing to have confidence."

Fu Bing looked at his sister's face and yelled, "You don't know anything. What nonsense are you talking about every day? How big of a man am I, and you still worry about who has the ability? I listen to others more, and I have a lot of meat."

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't expect his sister to help him, nor did he expect her to help him. He couldn't explain the specific reasons. Sometimes he fell into self-pity, thinking that everything he had done now was caused by himself. It's best to lick your wounds alone.

However, the reality is that he cannot escape the halo of his sister. Even if she does not say anything, he knows that she has already arranged many things for him.

It would be too heartless to say some mean words even after receiving the favor from my sister.

After returning home in the evening, He Zhou found that the lights in his wife's room were still on after taking a shower. He rubbed his hair with a towel and pushed the door open.

Since moving to a new house with four bedrooms and one living room, everyone has their own bedroom.

Fu Xia heard the noise, put down the documents in her hands, turned around and said, "Aren't you still asleep?"

Fu Yao said, "Mom, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Fu Xia said, "You know you have to catch a flight, why don't you go to bed early?"

Fu Yao said, "It's okay. I can catch up. I just need six hours of sleep every day."

Fu Xia felt his weirdness and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yao lowered his head and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing and stood there blankly.

Fu Xia turned her head and looked at him and said cheerfully, "Silly boy, is there anything else you can't tell mom?"

Fu Yao said, "I have always had a question in my mind. I have never asked you since I was a child. I will graduate from college soon."

"What?" Fu Xia's expression suddenly became serious.

Fu Yao said, "Will you be angry if I tell you?"

Fu Xia finally realized that she couldn't escape because the child was getting older.

Still smiling, he said, "You are my son. No matter what you do, I will never be angry with you. You will always be my mother's good boy. Your mother watched you grow up. I know what you want to ask. You are a good boy and have resisted asking. Even if you don’t ask, your mother will tell you.”

She looked at her son with a doting look on her face.

"That" Fu Yao was still embarrassed to say it.

Fu Xia said, "Your father is a good man, a very good person. However, when you are older and have read a book, you should understand that sometimes there is no need for a reason for two people to separate. It is not because anyone is bad or Who is at fault, dad wants to leave, mom wants to separate, that's all."

Fu Yao was not convinced by the reasons his mother gave him. He asked without giving up, "What kind of person is he?"

He wanted to understand his father's character, and he could always find some clues from his mother's words.

Fu Xia put down the pen in her other hand, took a sip from her tea cup, and said with a smile, "He, first of all, look at your skin color, you should be able to guess that he must be Chinese."

Fu Yao interrupted, "Mom, I know all this."

He has always been patient, but he became impetuous at this moment.

Uncontrollably upset.

Fu Xia smiled and shook her head, "Your temper is nothing like your father's. He has a stubborn temper and is sometimes so sensitive that it makes people feel distressed."

"Excessive self-esteem can sometimes lead to low self-esteem." Fu Yao could probably guess that his father must have come from a poor family. His childhood experience made him more sensitive than many people, to other people's eyes and every casual word they said.

It's like the Malaysians next door, who are obviously not as good as the Singaporeans, but are always in a state of passionate fighting. As long as there is a little bit of truth in their words, they will immediately retort.

Fu Xia said, "Do you know the term Phoenix Man? This term is very popular in mainland society now."

Fu Yao didn't understand the word, but he didn't ask any questions. He just searched on his phone while listening to his mother continue talking. "He came from a rural area. What he deserves to show off most in his life is that he passed five tests and defeated six generals. He passed the college entrance examination and walked out of the countryside and entered the top university in China." Fu Xia said without feeling confident. Jin fell into the past, "He is very earthy. No matter how much money he has, the earthy smell on his body has been washed away. Sometimes it seems that he is afraid of being looked down upon by others, so he deliberately makes that gesture."

Fu Yao said, "Mom, you are from the city."

He has some understanding of the national conditions and the huge differences between urban and rural areas in China, especially in the 1970s and 1980s.

Fu Xia raised her head and said, "Of course, no matter how bad your grandparents were back then, they were still workers in state-owned enterprises, serving as iron rice bowls. What's more, we are from the Imperial City. From the moment we were born, we have a sense of superiority over everyone else." , you can’t understand it.

You don't know how difficult it is for me. I have to pretend to be a rustic little girl from the countryside who has never seen the world, and look at him with admiration. "