Slow-Witted - Chapter 69

[Chapter 68]

After a night of hangover and a hearty sex, when Fu Jia woke up the next day, her whole body was sore and weak as if she had been run over by a cart wheel.

Lu Qi’an asked him for leave, and stayed with him until noon before going out to work. Fu Jia lay on her stomach without moving, and slept for several hours in a daze before she woke up.

He picked up his phone and found that there were several missed calls from Mr. Tang.

He hurriedly dialed and learned from Mr. Tang that after Mr. Liu’s speech last night, he was very excited. He made an appointment with several old colleagues for many years to dance together. When he returned home, he accidentally fell and broke his hand. .

The young man was fine when he fell. Mr. Liu is too old to fall easily. He was rushed to the hospital last night. While putting on a plaster cast, he took a physical examination along the way and found a small problem in his stomach.

The doctor kept her in the hospital, and Teacher Liu’s family changed. Teacher Tang wanted to bring Lele and pack his things to the hospital to take care of Teacher Liu. In desperation, he not only called his son and daughter-in-law from abroad, but also Fu Jia.

Fu Jia was worried about Teacher Liu, changed her clothes in a hurry, endured the soreness in her lower body, and drove to the hospital.

When entering the ward, Teacher Liu was reprimanding her husband with great energy: “I’m not going to die. Why are you making such a big fight? You want the whole world to know that I broke my hand while dancing? I don’t want to lose face?”

See When Fu Jia came, Mr. Liu added to his anger, “You still call Fu Jia? I’m so pissed off. You just call your son and daughter-in-law over. What else do you call Fu Jia? I don’t have long arms or legs? I Losing one hand can keep the house neat and tidy!”

Teacher Tang was scared out of his wits by his wife last night, and now he dare not argue with Teacher Liu at all, she will do whatever she says.

Sitting beside Mr. Liu’s bed, Fu Jia persuaded: “You really have to tell me what happened. If you don’t tell me, I won’t come to take care of you in time, and I will definitely feel guilty afterwards.”

Teacher Tang echoed him: “Yes, you I feel that calling the children here is a one-shot, but the children don’t think that if they don’t come to take care of you, they will definitely feel sorry.”

Teacher Liu glared at her husband, and couldn’t lose her temper with Fu Jia, so she said, “You guys have lost my face, and now even Lele knows that his grandma is very old, and she will throw her hands when she goes out to dance. Fold!”

Fu Jia suppressed a smile and said, “This shows that you are young at heart.”

Teacher Liu snorted heavily, still feeling unable to hold back.

Fu Jia sat with Teacher Liu in the ward for half an hour, and was suddenly called to the corridor by Teacher Tang, saying that his son and daughter-in-law had rushed back to China overnight and would be at the airport soon, and hoped that Fu Jia could help pick them up at the airport.

Fu Jia nodded, asked Teacher Tang for their information, and drove to the airport to pick them up.

On the way, Fu Jia passed several flower shops. He took advantage of the time of the traffic lights to see the phone number marked on the door of a certain flower shop, and called to order a bouquet of carnations.

After arriving at the airport, Fu Jia looked for Teacher Liu’s son and daughter-in-law according to the information given by Teacher Tang. As soon as they met their eyes, they recognized Fu Jia and walked towards him with a smile.

The couple were friendly and enthusiastic, and they said as soon as they got in the car: “When we made videos with Lele, he often talked about you, thank you for coming to play with him from time to time.”

Fu Jia smiled and said: “Lele is a good boy. Adults love to play with him.”

Teacher Liu’s daughter-in-law covered her mouth and smiled: “It’s all parents who taught me well. If it is left in the hands of me and his father, maybe he will teach some kind of devil king.”

Fu Jia pursed her lips and smiled. , did not answer.

He took the couple to Teacher Liu’s ward. During this process, Fu Jia is also gradually approaching a fact. He realized his position, so when he was about to reach the door of the ward, he who was leading the way slowed down and fell behind the couple.

He watched the couple open the door of the ward, and the surprised voices of Teacher Liu and Teacher Tang came from inside the door.

“Mom and Dad, we are back!” Teacher Liu’s son opened his arms, hugged his mother first, and then his father. The daughter-in-law stood aside and took out the gift brought by crossing the ocean, and hugged Teacher Liu.

“Why do you want to come back? Are you okay at work?” Mr. Liu complained, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of joy. She held on to her daughter-in-law’s hand, looked at her daughter-in-law, and then at her son, feeling that she couldn’t get enough of it.

“You have something to do, we have to come back. And it’s been a long time since I saw Lele. My husband and I took the opportunity to take annual leave. This time we can stay in China for almost a week.” said the daughter-in-law.

Teacher Liu stared, too surprised to speak.

“That’s great.” She looked at her husband, a little in disbelief, “I’ll take Lele over later, how happy is he to see my parents?”

Teacher Tang looked at his wife and smiled.

Fu Jia stood outside the door and didn’t go in after all.

A family connected by blood, reunited after a long absence, the atmosphere is harmonious, and the warmth between laughter and noise cannot tolerate outsiders.

Teacher Liu is Fu Jia’s teacher and has been a teacher all his life. It was impossible for him to utter those two intimate words from between his lips and teeth –

“Dad, Mom.”

Fu Jia turned and left.

If in his next life, he can have a pair of parents who love him, he hopes they can be like Teacher Liu and Teacher Tang.

He came to the parking lot and sat in his car, feeling a little dazed in his heart. He suddenly didn’t know where he came from, and where he should belong. The world is vast, and there may not be his home.

He was stunned for a long time before starting the car and going to the flower shop to pick up the carnations he had ordered before.

“Do you want to write a greeting card, send it to your parents or your teacher?” the clerk asked.

Fu Jia thought about it and said no.

He put the bright red carnations into the car and drove to Lu Qi’an’s company.

He had never been to Lu Qi’an’s company, and the security guard at the entrance didn’t know him either. Holding a bouquet of red flowers, he was blocked in the hall by strict access control, attracting the attention of many people. Fu Jiajin neither retreated nor retreated, he could only stand there in embarrassment and call Lu Qi’an.

A minute later, Lu Qi’an went downstairs.

He is dressed in a neat suit and walks gracefully, far more attractive than Fu Jia who is holding flowers.

He stood in front of Fu Jia and asked, “Why did you come here suddenly?”

Fu Jia blinked her sour eyes, and put the carnation into his arms: “Here to bring you flowers.”

Lu Qi’an recognized it as a carnation, and knew that something was wrong, so he said Reaching out to grab his wrist, carefully observe his eyes: “I’ll take you to my office.”

“Not going.” Fu Jia shook her head, “I’ll just come to deliver flowers, and I have something to do later.”

Lu Qi’an didn’t let go.

Fu Jia’s eyes became more and more sore, and he couldn’t help rubbing them with his hands. He really wanted to lean into Lu Qi’an’s arms, he knew that this might be his final destination.

Lu Qi’an sighed softly, and said, “I’ll take you to the car.”

Fu Jia hummed without refusing.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Lu Qi’an did not leave immediately, but asked Fu Jia patiently, “What happened?”

Fu Jia was ashamed to say what he thought. Because he is coveting other people’s parents, coveting a family relationship that does not belong to him. But he didn’t want to hide what was on his mind and not tell Lu Qi’an, so he hesitated for a long time before talking intermittently about Teacher Liu and her son and daughter-in-law.

Fu Jia looked at the carnations, with pity in his eyes: “I can’t send this bouquet of flowers.”

He has no destination, so will all his thoughts turn into a bunch of carnations that can’t be sent out in the end?

Lu Qi’an hugged the bouquet tightly, his knuckles turned white.

“I’ll take you somewhere,” he said.

Lu Qi’an drove his own car and drove Fu Jia all the way to the outskirts of the city. He didn’t say where he was going, and Fu Jia couldn’t guess where he was going.

But Fu Jia didn’t ask, because it was a good thing for him to follow Lu Qi’an without asking where he was going.

An hour later, they arrived at the cemetery.

Today is not Ching Ming Festival, not even a holiday, the cemetery is lonely and clean, and there is no one else except them.

Lu Qi’an calmly walked ahead, passed through the tombstones, and came to Qi Bing’s tomb. He handed the carnations to Fu Jia and said, “Jiajia, I won’t fail to send them out. My mother will like this bouquet of flowers.

” In front of Qi Bing’s tomb.

Qi Bing’s photo is inlaid on the tombstone. She smiled gently, and Lu Qi’an’s shadow could be seen between her eyebrows. Although the temperament of the mother and son is completely different, there is a touch of similar warmth in the eyes after all.

Lu Qi’an said: “If my mother is still here, she will definitely like you.”

Fu Jia choked up and laughed, and asked: “How can you be sure?”

Lu Qi’an replied: “Because I like you, Aunt Liu said that I and her Very similar.”

Fu Jia covered her eyes, frowned, and tried her best to hold back tears.

In front of Lu Qi’an’s mother, he should be smiling.

“Come and give her flowers every year from now on, Jiajia.” Lu Qi’an said.

“I will always be yours, and I will always be by your side, blend into your life, and become one with you. You won’t, I will teach you slowly, and when you encounter difficulties, I will stand You support you by my side. I will keep our room bright and dry forever, and I will take you to sunny places when the weather is good. I will celebrate your birthday every year and praise you for being a year older. I will Let you see me at the first sight when you wake up every day, and be with you before falling asleep. You can mess with me, or you can be willful, no matter what you want, I will satisfy you. I will not leave you alone, As long as I live, I will stay by your side.”

Lu Qi’an’s words did not stop. He thought about these words for a long time, and one day he would tell Fu Jia.

Fu Jia hid her face in her palms and cried silently.

Lu Qi’an embraced Fu Jia, as if he wanted to hold him in his heart and protect him for the rest of his life. “When you cry, you always hold back your voice. Don’t do this, Jiajia, cry if you want to cry.”

Fu Jia embeds herself tightly in Lu Qi’an’s arms, clutching the clothes on his chest, first Weeping softly, and then slowly let out a sound, turning into a howl.

He cried like a newborn baby.

For ten years and seven years, he did not cry aloud. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried like this, he often cried at night, but no matter how hoarse he was, he still remembered to hold his throat.

He didn’t know that when he was lying in his mother’s arms when he was born, his arms were comparable to the current Lu Qi’an.

Lu Qi’an kissed Fu Jia’s hair, and promised: “I will be your lover and relative, and we will be together every year.”

Love makes people fearless, and love makes people come back from death.

He said: “Go home.”

So Fu Jia knew that wandering people will eventually have a home.

[End of text]

The author has something to say: It’s

over! Thank you all for your company along the way~

A few chapters were less than expected, because they didn’t have to toss at all, only the sweet and greasy part was left, I was afraid it would be too greasy, so I stopped at the place I like~

Organized a txt The biscuits I bought on Weibo @九月 are the same as the ones in the serial, but I just roughly picked up the typos and language problems.

I haven’t thought about what to write in the extra episode. If you have any ideas, please let me know.

I want to say goodbye to Qi An Jiajia ~

One or two small things outside the

story The first thing is about quitting smoking.

Fu Jia promised Lu Qi’an to quit smoking.

But if you want to quit smoking for seven years, it is not something you can do with just talking.

When staying with Lu Qi’an, Fu Jia would not want to smoke, not even for a second. Once Lu Qi’an is separated from him, the habit of seven years will be revived. When Fu Jia was concentrating on his work, he suddenly found that he had habitually reached out to the cigarette case.

In order to get two from time to time, he made a “secret smoking” plan. Because he only wants to smoke when Lu Qi’an is not around, if he keeps it secret, there is no risk of being discovered.

He always keeps several sets of clothes in the office, pays attention to avoiding other colleagues when he smokes, and remembers to change into a set of clothes that do not smell of smoke when he goes home after get off work. The whole plan is seamless and flawless.

In this way, he smoked for a week without incident, and after only one week, he was discovered by Lu Qi’an.

Fu Jia almost knelt down for him.

Is he a god? Why does he know everything?

“This week, you’ve changed your clothes frequently every day.” Lu Qi’an explained, “Usually, it’s a sign of having an affair.”

Fu Jia was startled, and swore to God, “I’m not having an affair.”

“I know you No.” Lu Qi’an pulled his hand down, “You must have done something wrong, I asked you about the cigarettes, and you admitted it.”

Fu Jia suddenly realized, turned in all the cigarettes she had hidden, and said, “Don’t Angry, I will never smoke secretly again, I can write you a letter of guarantee.”

This trick was learned from Gao Xing, in his mouth, writing a letter of guarantee, emptying the shopping cart, and sleeping on the floor are called “three magic weapons to coax your wife “.

Lu Qi’an was noncommittal about this, with a calm face, as if everything was normal. But Fu Jia was well aware of his temper, so he directly found a pen and paper, and drafted a letter of guarantee—

“I, Fu Jia, promise not to smoke a cigarette from now on, and if there is any violation, I will be beaten…”

What the hell, lightning strike?

Elementary school students don’t write guarantee letters like this anymore.

Lu Qi’an took the pen from Fu Jia’s hand. The last stroke of the character “打” was slanted out, crossing out the first few characters.

He said: “You don’t need to quit smoking, you can smoke if you want, in front of my face.”

“Huh?” Fu Jia didn’t understand.

Soon, Lu Qi’an made Fu Jia understand. Not only did he allow Fu Jia to smoke, but he always picked inappropriate times, such as before going to work or before eating, he personally lit a cigarette and handed it to Fu Jia, watching him finish smoking before letting him do other things.

In this regard, smoking has become a burden and pain for Fu Jia. Whenever he saw the cigarette case, he would think of the second-hand and third-hand smoke that Lu Qi’an smoked with him, and the seemingly plain eyes he looked over in the smoke. Slowly, the addiction to smoking faded away.

Years later, whenever Fu Jia mentioned his experience of quitting smoking, he would clap his hands and praise Lu Qi’an.

He would never know that although his secret smoking caused Lu Qi’an a headache, but his frequent changing of clothes for a week made Lu Qi’an even more troubled.

On the first day Fu Jia changed his clothes because of smoking, Lu Qi’an checked the information and found that “frequent changes of clothes” was one of the characteristics of cheating.

That evening, the dark side of Lu Qi’an’s heart was revealed. He stood in front of the study window and thought a lot.

He thought that if Fu Jia cheated, he might not let go.

He might take action to get rid of Fu Jia’s lover, keep Fu Jia firmly, and never let him go for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, everything is safe and sound.

The second thing, about love letters.

One day, Fu Jia found several pink love letters from home. These things were not his, but Lu Qi’an’s.

Fu Jia was furious.

He didn’t deliberately flip through Lu Qi’an’s things, although he really wanted to turn Lu Qi’an’s study upside down, but he kept himself in good control. The love letters were dug out from the shared bedside table, and they lay majesticly on top of Fu Jia’s miscellaneous items, indicating that it might have been read by Lu Qi’an last night.

Fu Jia was so angry that her face was distorted, she sat down on the edge of the bed, tore open the envelopes and read them one by one.

The love letter is old, the edges of the paper are slightly yellowed, but there are no ugly wrinkles, obviously it was carefully cared for by Lu Qi’an. Fu Jia held it in his hand for no more than a minute, and he twisted it badly.

The beginning of the letter was like this:

“Lu Qi’an: How are you? My sincere regards.”

Fu Jia sneered, secretly despising the poor handwriting of the love letter author.

He continued to look down: “…When I wrote these words, my heart felt like it was being burned on fire. The love for you was unbearable, and it tortured me like a torture, but It made me intoxicated like I was in heaven.”

Fu Jia shook her hand and almost tore the paper. He felt nauseous, disgusted, and even more angry. What kind of daring bastard is he who writes a love letter to Lu Qi’an in such a sour and disgusting way?

Resisting the urge to tear the paper, Fu Jia read on—

“Miss you, miss you, miss you. I wish you happiness.”

Fu Jia was stunned.

Only then did he turn his head to look at the thing he had overlooked on the envelope. There was a small word Jia written in the corner, which was still clear after so many years.

Memories of the past swept across Fu Jia like a tide, and he blushed with shame when he thought of his childishness and stupidity back then.

How could he write such a love letter before, is he an idiot?

Like avoiding the plague, Fu Jia sent all these love letters to the shredder in the study.

When Lu Qi’an came back in the evening, he discovered Fu Jia’s evil deeds as soon as he entered the study, and asked, ”

Where are my love letters?” Thinking that Lu Qi’an had held these love letters in his hand and read them for ten or eight years, and almost had to read them for another ten years For eight years, Fu Jia was so ashamed that she almost went crazy, wishing she could travel back and strangle herself to death.

“Throw it all away,” he said.

Lu Qi’an kept a cold face, as if angry.

“Oh…” Fu Jia hurriedly coaxed, “This is too ugly

to write. I was not sensible at that time.” “Write it to me again.” Lu Qi’an said.

“What?” Fu Jia thought she had heard wrong.

“It needs to be exactly the same, even if there is not even a single punctuation mark.”

Fu Jia broke down. What is the difference between writing another copy and killing him? Who will bring back the black history that has been destroyed?

“No more…” he said, “I can’t remember what I wrote before.”

Lu Qi’an said: “I remember, I dictate, you write.”

Fu Jia was stunned.

Lu Qi’an just did what he said, there are ready-made envelopes and letter paper in his study, just take them out and use them. He stood in front of the table, staring at Fu Jia spreading out the letter paper, and then staring at him picking up the pen.

“Lu Qi’an, how are you? My sincere greetings.” He read the beginning of the love letter expressionlessly.

Fu Jia’s face turned red, and she was undergoing a huge psychological test. If he could really travel back, he would definitely break his hand severely and send him back to elementary school to re-read Chinese.

The sentence was shameful, but Lu Qi’an was not ashamed at all when he read it, as frank as if he was giving a work report, and his tone didn’t change until the last sentence.

“…Miss you, miss you, miss you. I wish you happiness, Fu Jia.”

This sentence was written by Fu Jia, but it was read by Lu Qi’an, as if he was pouring out his thoughts on Fu Jia.

Fu Jia put down the pen and couldn’t continue writing: “I didn’t hear clearly, please say it again.”

Lu Qi’an repeated.

Fu Jia smiled, and continued to play tricks: “Say it again.”

Lu Qi’an also had a smile in his eyes, he leaned over and kissed Fu Jia, and said, “I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.”

I wish you happiness.

Fu Jia.

[End of This Chapter]