"We're home." Fu Bao murmured, but was surprised at the words he spat out. This feeling of dissonance didn't last long before he rang the doorbell.
After waiting for a while, there was no movement, but he knew someone was watching him through the camera at the door, so he waited quietly.
"Who are you looking for?" Suddenly, an old voice came from the intercom.
When he heard this voice, his eyes suddenly heated up, and a sour feeling came to his heart. He was silent for a moment before answering, "I am Xiaoqian's friend."
"Ah..." A short exclamation came from the intercom, and then the door was opened.
Walking in, he closed the carved iron door, and Fu Bao walked step by step towards the exquisite door of the villa. The door was quickly opened, and he saw an old man with gray hair. Although he looked a little old, Fu Bao knew that he was only in his fifties. He lost his daughter in middle age, causing him to age rapidly in just a few years.
The old man's gray hair also made Fu Bao's nose sore.
"...Do you know Xiaoqian?" the old man asked hesitantly, looking up and down at the young man in front of him.
"Yes." Fu Bao nodded without hesitation.
"But, but she has..." Thinking of what happened a year ago, the old man still couldn't help but choke.
"I know that you have been working hard alone during this period." Fu Bao sighed in a low voice to prevent the hot liquid from his eyes from falling. The old man lost his wife a few years ago and his only daughter a year ago. Although It is extremely pitiful to have a huge fortune, but in the end, he can only guard a deserted house.
"Come in." The old man calmed down and asked Fu Bao to come into the house.
Walking into the beautifully decorated house and looking at the decorations, the familiar feeling came to my heart again. Although I had never seen it before, it seemed like I had lived here for a long time.
He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but his thoughts had their own opinions and were completely out of his control.
"Please sit down... Hey, where are you going?" The old man wanted to take Fu Bao to the living room and sit down. Unexpectedly, Fu Bao stepped up the stairs with a pace like sleepwalking.
The old man hurriedly followed and saw the young man turning a corner and arriving at the door of her daughter's room.
Seeing Fu Bao push the door open, the old man was a little unhappy, "That's Xiaoqian's room. I don't want others to disturb her. It's already locked... huh?"
Fu Bao knelt down, skillfully took out a key from the corner of the carpet, turned back and smiled at the old man, and then opened the door.
"Xiao Qian?!" the old man exclaimed, covering his mouth in disbelief and blinking hard, because the way the young man turned around and smiled just now... seemed like his baby, but, it was obviously a boy.
The old man rubbed his face vigorously with both palms, haha...he was really obsessed with girls, to think of a young boy as his Xiaoqian.
But how did this young man know that Xiaoqian liked to hide keys under the carpet?
But this is not the only strange thing. After following Fu Bao into his daughter's room, the old man saw Fu Bao groping around. He quickly looked at the big dolls, clothes and jewelry that Xiaoqian liked, and tried them on while looking at them. Looking at it, a boy made such an action, which was weird and hairy, but the old man was even more confused. This is... what's going on?
Finally, Fu Bao sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, let out a sigh of satisfaction, then turned around on the swivel chair, and asked the old man: "Have you asked someone to take back... Xiaoqian's body?" ?”
"How do you know?!" The old man frowned and became alert. What is this young man's intention?
"I am Xiaoqian's friend, and our relationship... is very good." With a slight smile, Fu Bao reiterated that he should rest assured, "Xiaoqian died in Shiwanda Mountain, so please ask the corpse chaser to bring her body back. Is that so?”
For some reason, after seeing Fu Bao's smile, the old man lowered his guard and nodded solemnly, "I don't want Xiao Qian to die in a foreign land."
Some people believe that it is customary for a person to die only when he or she returns home, or that it cannot be transported back in a coffin, so that the soul will not become a lonely ghost. Although according to regulations, even if it is sent home, it must be cremated...No Wrong, cremation.
Fu Bao sat in his chair and turned around, supporting his chin with his hand, as if he thought of something.
However, now he wants to know another question, "Is the corpse driver you hired named Fu?"
The old man nodded, "The best."
"I...no, Xiaoqian should have the habit of writing a diary. Did she also send back a diary about the things in Shiwanda Mountain?"
Fu Bao asked about another thing, which is the most important thing.
"...Yes, do you want to see it?" the old man asked subconsciously.
"Well, I can't remember a little bit." Fu Bao also subconsciously turned around on the swivel chair.
The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a long time. Looking at the big boy sitting on his daughter's favorite seat and doing his daughter's usual movements, he sighed softly, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of blowing away some of the things. Something light and light, he wiped the corners of his eyes and whispered: "...Okay."
A few minutes after the old man went out, he came back and brought a diary.
After Fu Bao took it, he rubbed the cover of the diary with an expression as if he was dreaming.
"The police wanted to discuss this with me. They want Xiaoqian's belongings to be investigated, but Xiaoqian has already gone. I don't want to disturb her anymore, and I don't want her to die in peace." The old man choked up as he spoke, and his eyes became wet. .
"...I'm sorry." Fu Bao suddenly said, and he repeated in a low voice, "I'm really sorry for letting you live alone. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you." The old man sighed.
There was an unusually warm atmosphere in the air. The old man didn't seem to notice it. In the dressing mirror with Fu Bao's back facing him, there were all strange bright red and miserable green colors. He also didn't seem to notice that it was obviously a boy's. Fu Bao's reflection in the mirror turned out to be wearing an ancient red bridal outfit and had long hair.
The old man just looked at Fu Bao in front of him greedily, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly disappear from sight. Fu Bao has been flipping through the diary in his hand, page after page, with a calm expression. Time is slipping away quietly, and he will always leave.
When Fu Bao closed the diary, thanked the old man and was about to leave, the old man's expression became very excited. He wanted to say something but could not say it. It was not until Fu Bao opened the door and stepped out that the old man choked and said: "You...come back often."
"You should pay more attention to your health, don't drink...smoking less...if possible, find someone to take care of you, and..." The caring words were full of reluctance. At this moment, Fu Bao's face became more and more transparent, as if Covered with a layer of light and shadow, something was attached to him, manipulating him, and saying words that he himself found incomprehensible.
The old man didn't seem to notice anything unusual about this. He listened greedily to what Fu Bao said, his eyes were red, and his contented sigh implied reluctance. The two emotions were entangled in his heart, and he couldn't vent them. He could only rub them. He put his hands on his hands and whispered: "Come back often, come back often...Dad, I miss you very much..."
"Maybe... I will never come back." Fu Bao uttered these words softly and unbearably, and left without looking back. At this time, he finally heard the old man's suppressed cry behind him.
His heart was so painful that he could no longer hold it, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe. He desperately wanted to go back and hug the old man and wipe away the tears on his old face, but he really could never come back, he couldn't come back anymore...
...
When Sun Zhong learned the news about Fu Bao's disappearance, he hurriedly drove to the hospital. As a friend, Sun Zhong felt that he had the obligation to keep an eye on Fu Bao, a helpless broom star. He thought that Fu Bao had some mental problems now and was very worried. It's easy to get into trouble, so I rushed there even late at night.
However, when Sun Zhong arrived at the hospital, he saw Fu Bao sitting in the ward looking at him quietly.
"You're here, then why did a nurse call me like she was collapsed just now?" Not long ago, he received a phone call. The nurse on the other end of the phone almost collapsed, frantically saying what the hell, Fu Bao ran away. That's why he rushed here in such a hurry.
"I knew she called, so I knew you would come." Fu Bao smiled, very... charming.
charming?
Sun Zhong looked at him carefully and felt that Fu Bao seemed to have become more beautiful?
Having skin that is so white that it is almost transparent is probably the ultimate dream for women.
