Ke Chen didn't understand why Fu Jingchuan suddenly reacted so strongly to the question of "winter", but he still nodded: "Yes, Shiyang's father said it, and I even recorded it."
Ke Chen clicked on the computer as he spoke, "Isn't it... She has been well-behaved since she was a child, but she is annoying. She is beautiful and pink. At that time, she looked only five or six years old. In winter..." Shi Lin's hoarse drunken voice slowly came from the other end of the phone. Fu Jingchuan interrupted him: "Send me the recording."
Ke Chen: "All of them? It might be a bit long. Do you want me to edit the key points for you first..."
"No, all of them." Fu Jingchuan interrupted him, "Send it now."
"Okay." As Fu Jingchuan's special assistant for many years, Ke Chen had already figured out Fu Jingchuan's style of doing things and was well prepared. He quickly sent the prepared recording to Fu Jingchuan.
"Okay, get busy first."
After receiving the recording, Fu Jingchuan gave instructions to Ke Chen on the other end of the phone, then hung up the phone, pressed the mouse with his palm, and clicked on the recording that Ke Chen sent.
He didn't turn up the speed, just put on his headphones, leaned his back gently against the back of the computer chair behind him, and clicked play.
Ke Chen recorded the sound with his mobile phone, which was worn close to his body. The sound quality was very clear and there was no noise.
Fu Jingchuan was listening quietly with his eyes closed. When Shi Lin said, "It's all my fault. When I picked her up, I didn't think that her mother might not like her..." When he opened his eyes, He closed his eyes and looked at the audio playing on the computer.
Shi Lin's denial did not cause any fluctuation in his eyes or expression. It was not until Ke Chen asked Shi Lin that Shi Yang must have been well-behaved and cute when he was a child that Fu Jingchuan's dark eyes finally showed a trace of fluctuation.
Although he couldn't see anything through the audio player, his black eyes were still staring at the screen player involuntarily, listening to Shi Lin's hoarse and nostalgic voice recalling the appearance of picking up Shi Yang when he was a child, and listening to him describe the time when he picked it up. Yang Shi looked like he was five or six years old. In the middle of winter, he was alone in the wild and his face turned blue due to the cold. He didn't cry, he just hugged his knees and curled up into a ball, with his big black and white eyes open. She looked at him with horror on her face and did not shout loudly. When he walked over, she asked him in a weak voice, "Uncle, are you here to take me home?"
Fu Jingchuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He turned his head slightly, his hands on the desk were slightly crossed, and his fingertips were lightly pressed into the back of his hands.
Shen Yu was also lost in the winter, in the wild.
The conversation in the headset continues.
"Her body hypothermia caused a series of problems, and later she developed pneumonia and had a fever for several days. When she woke up, she was confused and couldn't remember anything except me..."
When Shi Lin's regretful voice fell into his ears, Fu Jingchuan's eyes slowly moved towards the computer screen.
"I don't remember anything, I just remember me..." Shi Lin's regretful voice kept reappearing in his ears. Fu Jingchuan remembered Shi Yang's words not long ago, "You will miss her because you have many beautiful things in common." Memories. But if you are the only one who keeps these memories, does she still matter?"
Fu Jingchuan didn't think too much about this issue at the time, but if Shiyang was Shen Yu, no matter whether she had that memory or not, she was equally important to him.
Fu Jingchuan did not get up immediately. He listened to the entire recording carefully and patiently.
When the sound in his ears stopped, Fu Jingchuan did not get up. He just stared at the computer screen motionlessly with a dull expression. His mind was full of how Shi Lin described how he looked when he picked up Shi Yang as a child. He was weak, helpless, and frightened. , but extremely well-behaved and sensible.
That looked exactly like young Shen Yu.
Fu Jingchuan suddenly missed Shiyang and couldn't wait to take a look at her.
His body also responded to the thoughts that were running through his heart. He put his toes against the feet of the desk and kicked the office chair back two steps. He also stood up and when passing by the living room, he bent over and picked up the keys on the coffee table. , out the door.
On the way to Shiyang School, Fu Jingchuan drove very fast.
The cold wind poured in through the wide-open car window, making my hair fly.
Fu Jingchuan did not close the window, but just let the cold wind pour in one after another. His hands holding the steering wheel were steady and skillful, his handsome face was slightly tensed, and his mind kept reconstructing the scene in the ice and snow, huddled up in fear and helplessness. A small figure.
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Shiyang School is not far from the hotel and can be reached in a few minutes.
When Fu Jingchuan arrived at school, he was just in time for the end of get out of class. The ever-lasting ringing of the end of get out of class bell penetrated the entire campus, and young students began to walk out of the corridors of various teaching buildings in groups.
Fu Jingchuan stood under Shiyang's teaching building, looking at the young students coming downstairs in groups, but did not see Shiyang.
He didn't wait downstairs, but went upstairs through the crowd.
He didn't know where the classroom where Shiyang's class was, or even whether she had classes, so he just walked through the crowd based on instinct.
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As usual, Shiyang waited until everyone was almost gone before he got up, packed his things and went out.
There were quite a few people outside the corridor, laughing and playing with the unique energy of young people.
Shiyang did not participate in it. She only responded with a smile when a familiar face greeted her. Then she saw Fu Jingchuan among the people coming and going.
His handsome face was slightly tense, and his dark eyes were searching eagerly for Fu Jingchuan as he walked among the crowd.
She couldn't help but stop slowly.
Fu Jingchuan also saw her, stopped, and the anxiety in his black eyes slowly faded away, turning into a kind of eternal and peaceful softness, as if he was suddenly relieved.
He did not step forward, but stood a short distance away, letting his eyes pass through the crowd and looking at her quietly. His dark eyes showed concentration and softness that Shiyang had never seen before.
