Slow-Witted - Chapter 61

[Chapter 60]

Fu Jia felt so tormented that she couldn’t squeeze a smile no matter how hard she squeezed, so she bent down and hugged Lele, and lowered her head to help him straighten his sun hat to hide his expression.

Lele’s sun hat was already neatly worn, so Fu Jia just took off the buckle strap and put it on again for him.

He didn’t speak, and Lu Qi’an was also silent. Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Gao Xing stretched out his hand to Fu Jia, wanting to hug Lele: “Fu Jia, I think Mr. Lu still has something to say to you, why don’t you leave Lele to me and my wife to take care of, you guys It ‘s better to talk alone.”

“No.” The sun was shining brightly, but the blood in Fu Jia’s body was cold from the head to the soles of the feet. His lips were pale, and his head was always hanging down. “The sun is too hot, and Lele is a little uncomfortable. I want to take him back first. Gao Xing, and Mr. Lu… I’m sorry, I will visit you again next time I have a chance.”

He took a deep breath, wanted to look directly at Lu Qi’an, wanted to talk to him dignifiedly, but he couldn’t.

The more calm Lu Qi’an was, the less calm he was. He wished he could slap himself, dispel those crazy thoughts in his mind, and turn himself back into a normal adult man, instead of being unable to lift his head in front of Lu Qi’an.

Why not give him a little buffer time?

If it was not Lu Qi’an who took the initiative to meet them, but Fu Jia first learned the news of Lu Qi’an’s return to China, and then Fu Jia went around to find him, then Fu Jia would get used to it and get used to it.

“Hey…” Gao Xing was a little anxious, “Fu Jia, didn’t we agree to have lunch together? How long have we been in the park? If you don’t want to go shopping, let’s find a place to sit first.”

Fu Jia shook his head , insisted on leaving.

Under the bright sun, Fu Jia was not the only one who looked pale. Lu Qi’an lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, “I’ll take you back.”

Gao Xing was taken aback.

Fu Jia was also taken aback, but still shook her head: “I drove the car myself, so I won’t bother Mr. Lu.”

Lu Qi’an didn’t seem to understand the rejection in his words, and said, “Then I’ll take you to

the parking lot.” No need.

Fu Jia opened his mouth, but couldn’t say these three words, so he changed his mouth and said: “Okay.”

Rejecting Lu Qi’an once was his limit.

He walked forward, and Lu Qi’an followed him, with a distance of one person between them. Gao Xing stayed where he was with his wife and daughter, and soon, Fu Jia could no longer see them.

He was still holding Lele in his arms, but Lele was just a child and couldn’t dilute Lu Qi’an’s sense of existence. He was breathing hard, his steps were hesitant, and his body and mind were tense.

He didn’t really want Lu Qi’an to take him to the parking lot, he didn’t want Lu Qi’an to see his second-hand Santana.

“Let’s go here.” He stopped on the spot and said, “It’s a hot day, I’m sorry to trouble you.”

Fu Jia still didn’t want to meet Lu Qi’an’s eyes.

Lu Qi’an clenched his hands hanging by his sides, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m just seeing you off, can’t that be okay?”

Fu Jia’s breathing was stagnant, and he was a little absent-minded.

Is this the tone Lu Qi’an should have? …Holding all kinds of forbearance still can’t hide the loss and bitterness. Looking further down, it seems that there is still a request.

Fu Jia gritted her teeth and said in a trembling voice, “It’s not impossible, as long as you are willing.”

They continued walking until Fu Jia stood in front of his second-hand Santana.

He didn’t know how he endured his inferiority complex and opened the car door. He carried Lele to the safety seat in the back seat, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t buckle the seat belt for a long time.

Lele waited quietly for a while, then suddenly stretched out her little hand and fastened the buckle herself.

Fu Jia touched his cheek and whispered thank you.

He closed the rear door, walked outside the driver’s seat, and said, “Mr. Lu, I’m leaving first.”

He raised his hand to open the driver’s door, but Lu Qi’an suddenly grabbed the other wrist tightly.

Fu Jia raised her head in surprise, and bumped into Lu Qi’an’s eyes.

He frowned slightly, staring closely at Fu Jia, his eyes were red with blood, like a big fire.

“I came to see you without prior agreement with you. I’m sorry. I will ask for your permission next time. Don’t be afraid of me, and don’t hide from me. If I do something wrong, tell me, and I will promptly Correct.”

His eyes were fierce, and he wanted to eat Fu Jia in one bite, but his words were extremely gentle, as if Fu Jia was an amazing treasure that would break if touched, and must be treated with caution.

Seven years ago he couldn’t hug Fu Jia, and seven years later he was not willing to hug him casually.

Lu Qi’an endured it for seven years.

No matter how good at patience people are, they will torture themselves into a lunatic for the past seven years. He couldn’t bear to miss him countless times, wanted to see Fu Jia, but endured it countless times. Feelings have been suppressed for a long time, and he has accumulated too many negative emotions. Every time he foresees the scene of reuniting with Fu Jia in his dreams, he is very violent and rude, as if he wants to crush Fu Jia and rub it into him. In the flesh and blood.

He had to make a cage and shut himself in it.

He doesn’t have the key, and the key is in Fu Jia’s hands.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow.” He let go of his hand, his fingertips lingering across the back of Fu Jia’s hand, bringing up a string of numbness that lingered for a long time.

Fu Jia stared at him dumbfounded.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized that he jumped into the driver’s seat as if fleeing for his life, gasping for breath, while frantically starting the car.

The used Santana wobbled out of the park lot.

Knowing that she couldn’t drive due to her condition, Fu Jia stepped on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road outside the park.

The wrist held by Lu Qi’an was so hot that it hurt, Fu Jia covered it with his hand, and the hot temperature spread all over his body.

He screamed in pain, feeling that he was about to be melted by the heat.

“Uncle Fu, what’s the matter with you?” Lele’s childish voice came from the back seat.

“I’m fine…” Fu Jia was sweating profusely, and kept repeating, “I’m fine, I’m fine…”

It turned out that he hadn’t forgotten.

I didn’t forget the burning heat of my body.

I didn’t forget that there was still a fire in his heart.

The next day was Monday. Fu Jia stayed up all night and stayed up until the early morning. He took care of Lele first, sent him to kindergarten, and then went to work in the company.

As soon as he entered the building, Fu Jia found that he had become the focus of colleagues in the company. Whether they were acquainted or in different departments, those who had never said a word would smile kindly at him, and when passing him Shake the coffee to him and say, “Thank you.”

Fu Jia was at a loss, and when he arrived at his department, he didn’t go to his desk, but went to Gao Xing first.

Sure enough, colleagues in his department also thanked him with a smile, and Gao Xing was the most exaggerated, holding the coffee cup in front of his eyes to show him the logo.

“What are you doing?” Fu Jia was puzzled.

Gao Xing picked up the coffee and said with a smile: “Someone delivered coffee to the whole company in your name, and invited the company employees to have lunch at Mingyue Songjian in your name. It is Mingyue Songjian. It is said that appointments are scheduled until next year Yes, last time I wanted to book a table for me and my wife but I couldn’t get it.”

Mingyue Songjian is a well-known Chinese restaurant in the city. It is located in an exquisite private garden in the south of the Yangtze River. Heard of it, but only heard of it.

His first reaction was to make a mistake, and said: “Impossible, it must be a mistake.”

“Look at your table, yours is different, haven’t you noticed it?” Gao Xing said.

Fu Jia walked towards his desk, only to realize that it was really different. All colleagues’ coffee is brown paper cups, only his is white.

Yes, everyone is coffee, only his is steaming sweet milk.

When he chased Lu Qi’an back then, he also gave him milk for a week.

Fu Jia stood in front of the table, staring at the glass of milk, as if it was some kind of scourge.

No way?

No way!

Fu Jia ran into the bathroom, poured cold water on his face frantically, his heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his throat.

He took out his mobile phone, hesitating whether to call Lu Qi’an to confirm the matter, his fingers trembled, and what he typed was Lu Qi’an’s number seven years ago.

He was stunned for a while, put his phone back in his pocket, and decided to ignore it.

He returned to his desk and drank the glass of milk.

At noon, the whole company set off to Mingyue Songjian with great vigor and vitality. Several colleagues enthusiastically invited Fu Jia to give him a ride. Fu Jia wanted to refuse at first, but then thought that it was a high-end restaurant, and it was not easy to drive a broken car to embarrass himself, so he took Gao Xing’s car.

“I thought Mr. Lu would come to pick you up.” In the car, Gao Xing said teasingly.

Fu Jiashang was in a state of being unrecovered, and asked him suspiciously: “How can you be sure it’s him?”

Gao Xing burst out laughing: “Oh, Fu Jia, don’t pretend to be stupid, who else is there besides Mr. Lu? Huh?”

Fu Jia leaned on the back of the chair, his thoughts were confused, and there was always a bit of disbelief in his heart.

After arriving at the Mingyue Songjian, entering the garden is pavilions, waterside pavilions, curved corridors and bamboo. The scenery twists and turns, and the beauty of classical gardens is everywhere. There were no other guests in the park, only Fu Jia’s company and his colleagues. The waiters took the colleagues to the main hall. Fu Jia originally followed them, but was stopped by another waiter on the way, and took them to the remote bamboo forest path next to them: “Mr. Fu, please go this way.”

Fu Jia bit the bullet and followed him, retreating all the way.

After bypassing another courtyard, Fu Jia walked into a wooden building. The waiter pushed open the carved door and invited him in.

Lu Qi’an was waiting for him inside.

The indoor windows were wide open, bringing in all the scenery of the courtyard into the room. Lu Qi’an was looking out of the window, but when he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked towards Fu Jia.

With just one glance, Fu Jia couldn’t see any scenery in his eyes.

He walked in with one hand and one foot, and sat opposite him.

“I don’t know if your taste has changed over the years. I asked the chef to cook the dishes that Aunt Miao and Aunt Sun used to cook for you.” Lu Qi’an said.

Fu Jia looked down at her fingers, didn’t know what to say, but hummed vaguely.

In him, there is no such thing as taste at all, he eats whatever he is given, as long as it doesn’t spoil, he can eat it. But in the past seven years, he has cooked for himself from time to time, and the taste is indeed biased towards the two aunts who took care of him back then.

“Why did you do that?” Fu Jia asked.

Lu Qi’an didn’t answer, but asked him instead: “What do you think I’m doing?”

Fu Jia smiled in embarrassment, and said, “It’s like… doing charity? It’s like you used to sponsor a poor student, but the funding was cut off halfway. You can’t bear it after the next year, and want to know if this person is doing well…”

Lu Qi’an’s hands hidden under the table were tightly clenched, and his knuckles were twisted.

His tone was flat, and he continued to ask: “What else can you think of as a metaphor?”

Fu Jia looked into his eyes, and wanted to tell another metaphor of pet cats and dogs, but her throat tightened and she couldn’t speak.

“I’m pursuing you, Fu Jia.” Lu Qi’an sighed softly, “I want to start over with you.”

[End of This Chapter]