Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Chapter 21

A meeting lasted for two hours. After the end, Qingyuan slowly fastened the cap of the pen, and his assistant Xiaojin sorted out the minutes of the meeting. "Mr. Qing, do you want to continue in the afternoon?"

Qingyuan slowly rubbed his dry eyes, "No, I have something to do this afternoon."

Opening the door and entering the office, the window sills are lush with green plants, and the bottled water in the water dispenser makes a 'gu-dong' sound. He Louming sits on the black leather sofa, lowering his head and teasing the goldfish swimming on the table.

Hearing that the door was opened, Fu Yunhen moved his fingers, raised his head and raised the corners of his lips, "The meeting is over", got up and took a glass of water and put it on the desk. He leaned on the table and stared at Qingyuan.

Qingyuan leaned back on the chair, rubbed the center of his brows, and looked at his Taoist companion, "Going to a nursing home this afternoon?"

Fu Yunhen suddenly got up and sat on Qingyuan's lap, he looked at Qingyuan face to face, his upper body leaned forward slightly, it looked like the two were hugging each other intimately.

There was a sudden warm touch on the thigh, which was heavy, and the soft muscles could still be felt through several layers of fabric. Fu Yunchen stretched out his hand as if to wrap him in his arms, and in an instant he was surrounded by him. Qingyuan felt a little uncomfortable, he subconsciously moved back, but stopped halfway, only firmly nailed to the original place.

Fu Yunhen's fingers touched Qingyuan's temples. His fingers were slender and cool, and he massaged him with moderate strength to relieve fatigue for several hours. It was like suddenly drinking a glass of cola with ice in hot summer, refreshing and refreshing. The touch makes the whole person relax slowly.

Qingyuan couldn't hold back and closed his eyes, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Fu Yunhen's slender and flexible waist, touched it up and down, tsk, this waist is so thin, it feels like it can be hugged with one hand.

A smile flashed in Fu Yunhen's eyes, and he concentrated on massaging, "I'm planning to go, grandma is getting worse every day, I'll see her more" and his voice dropped at the end.

Sensing that his Taoist partner was in a low mood, Qingyuan hugged him in his arms, "Don't press it, I'll go with you."

Fu Yunhen withdrew his hand, and his slender fingers slowly moved down along his strong chest, all the way down to his waist, and slowly grabbed the hem of his shirt.

He leaned his head on Qingyuan's chest, and rubbed his face slightly, "But you are so busy, will it delay your work?"

Qingyuan chuckled, "No delay."

The work is never done and never will be done.

The scenery of the nursing home is still very good, several peach blossoms have already bloomed, sporadic pink is dotted among the green clouds, and the spring is full of vitality.

Fu Yunhen squatted in front of the wheelchair, and the old man on top was covered with a blanket. The warm spring sun shone on her body, as if she had been coated with a layer of golden light.

Her condition has deteriorated rapidly recently, and she spends more and more time in the ward every day. She is described as skinny, and her hands on the blanket are extremely dry, like an old tree trunk wrapped in a layer of skin.

Seeing Fu Yunhen, the nurse whispered, "The weather is fine today, I'll push grandma out for a walk." It's just that the old man's energy was not as good as before, and he fell asleep not long after he came outside.

Fu Yunhen nodded, took the wheelchair from the nurse, and was slowly pushing it, when the old man suddenly opened his eyes and called softly, "Little Fu!"

Fu Yunhen squatted in front of her, the height was just enough for the old man to touch his hair, he said softly, "Grandma"

A kind smile appeared on Mrs. Fu's face. She closed her eyes, as if she was caught in some memories, "You were born like your mother, with a stubborn temper." She looked at Fu Yunchen lovingly, "In the future Grandma is gone, and you are the only one left."

The spring breeze was blowing, carrying the fragrance of flowers, and the crisp sound of birdsong on the trees. Fu Yunchen's throat was a little dry. He closed his eyes and forced a smile, "Grandma, what are you talking about? Well, it’s just that I’m a little tired recently, so—”

Mrs. Fu looked at her grandson peacefully, her eyes were a little cloudy, as if the bright glass was covered with a layer of dust that could not be wiped off, and her voice was weak, "Grandma knows, Xiao Fu doesn't need to hide it anymore. It's grandma."

She glanced at the man standing not far away. He was slender and had an extraordinary bearing. She knew at a glance that he was not an ordinary person. She turned her eyes to Fu Yunchen again, with a tone like telling him a story when she was a child, " You follow your mother's temper, you are so stubborn, once you decide that no one can pull you back, even grandma can't stop you."

Fu Yunhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, listening quietly to the old man's sigh-like opening.

"Your mother was only 24 when she gave birth to you. She was pregnant with you back then. I advised her to take it out, but she refused." There was water in her eyes, as if tears were shed, but when she looked again, her eyes were dry again Get up, "She never said who your father is, and she didn't tell me when I asked her, she just gave birth to you and brought you up, and never looked back when you hit the south wall."

There was moisture in Fu Yunhen's eyes, he raised his head to hold back, but pursed his lips forbearance, unable to say a word.

Yunhen, eternity, mother never had her eternity.

"Xiao Fu, you have to be good." The old lady Fu looked at him, caressed his forehead with her skinny hands, closed her eyes, and murmured, "You have to be good, be good."

Mrs. Fu's voice was like soft cotton wool, which would disperse when the breeze blows, "I have always dreamed that your mother came to pick me up in a boat. She said she would take me to a distant place, and grandma went with her."

A leaf suddenly fell and fell on her body in a whirl, she closed her eyes, her face was calm and serene, as if she had fallen into a dream.

Qingyuan suddenly caught a glimpse of his Taoist companion kneeling on the ground. He bent down deeply, his forehead touched the ground, and strode forward to look at the old man in the wheelchair. His expression froze, why did he leave suddenly?

He helped Fu Yunchen up, but saw that his eyes were red, but there were no tears on his face. He was unexpectedly calm. He held on to Qingyuan tightly, his voice trembling, "Grandma said before that she would be buried with mother." Together, I will take her back."

It was seven days after they actually returned to the small county town. Fu Yunhen took the urn and buried his grandmother next to his mother. Under the shade of the tree, the names of the two were engraved on the stone tablet.

Fu Yunhen stroked the engraved characters with his fingers, and the mottled shadows of cypress trees fell on his shoulders sparsely. He stood still, thin and pale.

Qingyuan was standing next to him. This was not the first time he had experienced death. There were also immortals who left Izumo Peak before. They disappeared completely in the world.

Practitioners are used to seeing life and death, and it is really difficult for the demise of the scorpion to cause waves. This is the case in Qingyuan, and the same is true in He Louming, but Fu Yunhen is different.

Qingyuan gently embraced Fu Yunhen, the boy in his arms seemed to have matured a lot in a few days, "Fu Yunhen" he said in a low voice, "Don't be sad."

Qingyuan's eyes touched the stele, and then slowly moved away, saying seriously, "The demise of xx is nothing, she will come here again one day."

She will change her face, lose all her memories, become someone's relative again, and return to this world.

Fu Yunhen looked at him when he heard the words, and curled his lips, "Do you still believe in the theory of reincarnation? I thought you were a firm materialist."

Qingyuan fell silent. This small world lacks spiritual power, and people cannot practice, but if a person dies, his soul will not die, and he will start again. This is the rule of the world.

Fu Yunhen said to himself, "I'm not too sad, I'm ready to lose her."

Maybe it's from seeing that she can't find a single intact blood vessel, maybe it's from hearing her suppressed to the extreme but still overflowing with pain, maybe it's from seeing her skinny body after not eating for a long time, etc. At a certain moment, an idea suddenly came to Fu Yunhen's mind, he thought, he was willing to lose her.

"I even think again, it's a relief that she's gone."

Sometimes it is not the dead who are unwilling to accept, but the living.

Qingyuan sighed slightly in his heart, Fu Yunchen could influence the will of the small world, if he clung to grandma tightly, she would be able to live forever, but that was only living.

She was panting with difficulty in the long illness, and she couldn't even open her eyes, but her pulse was beating slowly.

After leaving the cemetery, the two went to their home, which was on the second floor of a courtyard in the county seat.

This building has been around for many years. Now that the old town has been remodeled, the outside of the walls has been painted with a layer of paint, which looks quite beautiful.

Fu Yunhen opened the door with a key. He hasn't come home for a long time. There is a light layer of dust on the table, but it is generally clean. There are two rooms in the room. Madam Fu usually lives in one room, and the other room is empty. .

Fu Yunhen went to clean up, but Qingyuan wanted to help but was stopped by him. He stood in the living room to look at the photos on the wall.

Some of them have turned yellow, and it can be seen that they are old. Most of the photos are Fu Yunhen's, from the time he was full moon until he went to college.

One of them caught Qing Yuan's attention, it was probably taken by Fu Yunhen when he was eleven or twelve years old, his aura was compelling, his somewhat short hands were placed on a piano, and his smile was bright.

Fu Yunhen cleaned it up, stood next to him, followed his gaze and explained, "My mother was still there at the time, and I learned the piano for a few days, and this was filmed at a piano store."

At that time, the family was not too poor. He studied for a semester, but soon his mother passed away. Fu Yunchen was worried about how to earn money to support the family after the holiday, so he never studied again.

It's been a few years since I let it go, and now I have almost forgotten it.

Qingyuan had seen a picture of his mother just now, with long hair reaching her waist, curved eyebrows, and a good appearance.

He looked at the photo, and at Fu Yunchen's slender fingers, he found that they were indeed suitable for playing the piano.

He Louming is proficient in temperament, he is good at Changxiao and Guqin, and he often plays it for Qingyuan to listen to.

Qingyuan took Fu Yunhen's hand, clasped his fingers together, and said in a warm voice, "Do you still want to learn the piano now?"

Fu Yunhen was slightly startled, and after thinking about it, he replied, "It's okay."

After leaving his teacher's house many years ago, he never thought that he would learn piano again one day. At that time, he couldn't even care about the life in front of him, and he didn't have the energy to think about the distance.

Qingyuan lowered his head and kissed him on the brow bone, "Then start again, okay? Let's invite the teacher to your home, and you can study for a while when you don't have classes."

Once Mrs. Fu had just left, Fu Yunhen wouldn't feel so uncomfortable when he was busy.

Secondly, Qingyuan looked at his Taoist companion, he wanted to make up for the beauty that he was forced to lose when he was young, piece by piece.