AWB Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Lin Jun didn't go to Fu's house with Fu Jiujiu.
But he went to the mall with him to buy New Year's goods for his father.
When accompanying Fu Jiujiu to choose building blocks for Fu Yan, Lin Jun himself seemed to like it very much, his eyes were bright, and he looked at it seriously and attentively.
Fu Jiujiu chose a very complicated set of building blocks in the shape of a Ferris wheel and gave it to him.
When the two parted ways in the underground garage of the shopping mall, Lin Jun waved goodbye to him holding the building blocks.
There was a very shallow smile between his brows, and he didn't look unhappy.
Fu Jiujiu was completely relieved.
The temperature in the shopping mall was very high, and Fu Jiujiu's heart felt warm, so he bent his eyes from the bottom of his heart and waved goodbye to him.
Fu Jiujiu left first, and Lin Jun watched his car leave.
His expression slowly sank after the bright yellow sports car turned the curve and the tail was no longer visible.
He bent down and sat in the car, carefully put the building blocks away, and then leaned against the car window and lit a cigarette.
Fu Jiujiu didn't go to his mother's house with him, so he didn't plan to go too early, lest He Caiyi ask questions.
So he ordered the driver to drive back to the company to work overtime.
The driver looked at their young master from the rearview mirror.
Lin Jun was not sitting as straight as usual, his body was slightly tilted towards the window, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he was smoking with his head bowed.
His gaze was half-closed, as if he was looking at the wisp of gray smoke, and he seemed very preoccupied.
Ugh……
The driver sighed inwardly.
For so many years, every year on this day, their young master and their husband go back to Fu's house for lunch.
After leaving Fu's house, they took each other back to the old house to accompany his wife and young master to have a New Year's Eve dinner.
But I can't go this year, who will be sad if I change it?
While smoking his second cigarette, Lin Jun received a message.
It was a picture, somewhere in between clear and not clear.
He looked at it very seriously for a moment, and forwarded the photo to his assistant.
Then he called and told his assistant something.
The driver only heard him say something like 48 hours, the first 10 minutes or something.
After hanging up the phone, he extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, his brows relaxed a lot.
At this time, the FY building was already in sight.
When smoking his first cigarette in Linjun, Fu Jiujiu's car was driving extremely slowly.
While driving to Fu's house, he was thinking about the very likely questions his father and Chen Mengju would ask.
And found out the most suitable answers one by one, making his disguise invulnerable.
After he had thought everything over, the phone rang in due time.
Qi Luo's voice was very tired, as if he was also driving: "Shall we have New Year's Eve dinner together tonight? I'm rushing to my mother's house now."
"I'm going to eat at Lin's house tonight." Fu Jiujiu said, "But we can watch the New Year's Eve together, and we can also together tomorrow morning. I made an appointment with my aunt before."
"Okay," Qi Luo said, "That's an agreement."
After Fu Jiujiu hung up the phone, he let out a sigh of relief, feeling happy that he could still have a fortune this year.
In the past, every new year, as long as Qi Luo's mother and son were around, they would take him with them.
But sometimes Qi Luo would take his mother to travel or go back to the countryside, so he had to live alone.
Whenever this time he will be very difficult.
For him, there is actually no sense of joy and happiness in the New Year, but it will be set off by the ubiquitous happiness and joy, which is very miserable.
After all, people like him are only a minority, and no one will seriously consider the feelings of the "minority".
So later on, as long as Qi Luo's mother and son were away, he would treat the Chinese New Year as a working day, draw comics, and choose topics...
Busy and busy will pass.
He pinched to Fu's house.
Chen Pengpeng was also at home, probably just after a quarrel with Chen Mengju, both mother and son looked very ugly.
Only Fu Yan was so happy that he jumped up and down, especially after receiving Fu Jiujiu's gift, he even chattered and pestered him.
He immediately unwrapped the gift, holding the building blocks and asking Fu Jiujiu to play with him.
Amidst Fu Yan's lively voice, Chen Mengju gave Fu Yuansheng winks several times, but unfortunately Fu Yuansheng didn't have a chance to intervene.
It wasn't until the meal time that Fu Yuansheng asked about him and Lin Jun again.
Fu Jiujiu answered one by one with the answers he had thought up, leaving no hope for his father.
He didn't stay long after dinner, said goodbye to his father, and got up to leave.
"The house at home is big, and it's easy to live in." Fu Yuansheng kept him: "You spend the New Year alone, what are you doing when you go back?"
Such casual politeness made Fu Jiujiu's walking steps pause, and his back suddenly tensed.
He looked back at Fu Yuansheng for a moment, then stared at Fu Yuansheng in a daze, his gaze made him feel chilling for no reason.
"No," Fu Jiujiu lied, "Xiao Luo will go home tonight to have a New Year's Eve dinner with her aunt. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we have an appointment to spend together."
Fu Yuan let out an "oh" and didn't say anything else.
The snow started to fall heavily, and Fu Jiujiu was driving on the way home.
The road on the New Year's Eve was very empty, and he lit a cigarette and bit his mouth while driving.
After smoking half a cigarette, his emotions slowly recovered, and a very light and cold smile finally escaped from his mouth.
"You spend the New Year alone, what are you doing when you go back?"
The cigarette holder was bitten tightly, deformed between his lips and teeth, and a thin layer of red slowly appeared in his eye sockets.
Since that year, he has spent the New Year alone, which seems to be a matter of course, that home belongs to them and has nothing to do with him.
He didn't expect to hear such a sentence from Fu Yuansheng's mouth in his life.
It's... ridiculous.
He didn't expect that when he heard this sentence, he would react like this.
I thought I was already invulnerable, but it happened to be aggrieved.
He bit his cigarette and turned on the car radio, and an old Cantonese song was playing on the radio:
The happy time / It will not be partial / It will be distributed to every heart
Love is both far and near / will be intertwined for a lifetime / couples love even more
Sweetly with my lover/flying in the wind
Shout out to you for your love / this life is not in vain
Once you are willing / Once I am willing / Shocking love has no regrets
……
In the tactful and sentimental tune, he only heard the words "flying in the wind".
He drove the car very fast, as if he was really running in the wind.
But the sound of Lin Jun bending over to wipe the tombstone for his mother vaguely appeared in front of his eyes.
Why is Lin Jun wiping?Where is his father?
Even if they are divorced, they still have a child with each other. How many times has he visited her?
He seemed to have returned to the night when he was 17 years old, and the hatred that had long been numb surged again.
That time it was because of the cruel truth, this time it was because of a long-lost kind word that was just a polite word.
not worth it!
His feet suddenly exerted force, and the car braked to the side of the road, making a screeching sound.
Fu Jiujiu woke up like a dream, he took a slow breath, and then slowly buried his face on the steering wheel.
not worth it!When he thought this way again, Lin Jun's twists appeared in front of his eyes.
He was squatting down and holding a paper towel to wipe the wetness and stains on his clothes.
Just this morning, he hardly spoke a word, but gave him the warmth and love that Fu Yuansheng might never be able to give him.
He took a deep breath, rubbing the cigarette butt between his fingers, and the sparks burned closer and closer, burning his fingertips.
He sat up straight, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and opened the window.
The cold wind poured in with snowflakes, blowing through the casual sweater he was wearing.
He rubbed his cheeks heavily with the palm of his hand, thought again that it wasn't worth it, and then started the car again.
It was originally not worth it, but after comparing it, he realized that it was not worth it!
He went home and took a shower again, changed his clothes, and went to the mall to pick up the gifts he had ordered before driving to Lin's house.
His mood had already calmed down, and he even hoped to reach Lin's house as soon as possible because of the unconscious comparisons in his heart.
Reluctantly, the road was covered with snow and crushed by the wheels, so I could only drive forward very carefully.
When he arrived, Lin Jun had just arrived, and when he heard the doorbell, he personally opened the door for him.
Coming up from the garage without going outside, Fu Jiujiu didn't wear a coat, only a fiery red round neck sweater.
He wears a diamond stud earring on his ear, coupled with a bright smile, he feels very happy in the New Year.
Lin Jun took the gift in his hand and handed it to the housekeeper, but his eyes were fixed on him and he was reluctant to leave.
When he was in the cemetery in the morning, Fu Jiujiu was wrapped in a long black cotton jacket with a dignified expression.
But at this moment, he was wearing a fiery red sweater, showing half of his collarbone, his eyes were bright and smiling.
It's just that most of the day has passed, but it seems that it has been a long time.
He stretched out his hand to hold his fingers into the palm of his hand, feeling the slight coolness from his hand, but the appearance of him wearing a red dress that day suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
He took his hand and walked in with a very vague mood, like holding his bride.
The two sat down, and Lin Jun gave him the freshly cut fruit.
Fu Jiujiu ate a few mouthfuls and played with Xiao Linzi for a while, but He Caiyi never came out.
He couldn't help being a little strange, every time he came here in the past, He Caiyi would come out quickly.
Because he doesn't have a mother, He Caiyi will try to accompany him as much as possible every time, and he can feel that love.
Lin Jun smiled: "I heard from the butler that she played cards with her little sister again in the morning, and she is probably resting now."
He added: "It is said that they also called last night, but I haven't had time to ask in detail."
Fu Jiujiu nodded, He Caiyi's life is very good, the two sons love her very much and treat her like a little girl.
It was not until dinner time that He Caiyi came down from upstairs.
Her demeanor didn't look like the joy of the New Year at all, but rather sleepy.
Lin Jun couldn't help but blame his mother: "Mom, did you play cards all night again last night?"
It was rare for He Caiyi to ignore Lin Jun, but instead gave Fu Jiujiu a big red envelope.
Lin Qi came back after all the food was put on the table.
It was snowing heavily outside, he came in from the yard, took the umbrella and handed it to the servant, and came to the restaurant with a bit of chill.
She didn't want He Caiyi to see him but somehow became angry, and said coldly, "Stand tonight and watch us eat."
The room was quiet, and Lin Qi froze at the dining table.
"What's the matter, Mom?" Lin Jun winked at his brother: "It's the New Year's Eve, even if my brother made some mistakes, he must be allowed to eat, right?"
He stretched out his hand and shook his fucking shoulder: "Our family is all supported by my brother."
He Caiyi swung his hand away violently, with too much force, the back of his hand slammed on Lin Jun's cheek.
It was quite loud, like a slap on purpose.
Lin Jun was startled, and Fu Jiujiu called out, "Mom."
He looked at Lin Jun worriedly, his fair skin turned red quickly.
Fu Jiujiu pursed his lips, Lin Jun smiled at him and shook his head.
He Caiyi didn't feel distressed at all, he pointed at Lin Jun and scolded: "It's not all supported by him, what use are you, you can't even support Xiao Jiu, you have to be released to work."
"Mom, I don't work because of money," Fu Jiujiu quickly explained, "It's because work can give me a sense of security and make me feel at ease."
"So, in the end, this bastard can't give you a sense of security?" He Caiyi asked, pointing at Lin Jun.
Fu Jiujiu was stunned, and Lin Jun looked over with clear eyes.
"No," Fu Jiujiu said, "work will make my life more meaningful."
He was a little annoyed, and always felt that his explanation was probably not what He Caiyi wanted.
He was not very good at coaxing the old man, so he couldn't help but glance at Lin Jun again.
Lin Jun looked at him, and under the cover of the tablecloth, he reached out his hand calmly, held his hand, and gently squeezed his palm with his fingertips to comfort him.
Fu Jiujiu felt relieved.
Later, he heard Lin Jun say to his mother: "Mom, it's not the first day you know about Xiaojiu going to work, is there something else? Besides, my business is my business, so you shouldn't be angry my brother."
"Why can't I blame him?" He Caiyi said, "You were only ten years old when your father died. What did he say? He said he would raise you up hand and foot, help you get married, and let you start a career." , now? There is something wrong with your marriage, and he doesn't know anything. "
Fu Jiujiu's mind suddenly rang, as if something had exploded.
Instead, Lin Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled softly: "Are you listening to someone gossip outside? It's nothing."
"It doesn't matter who I listen to. The question is why you and Xiao Jiu separated?" He Caiyi raised her hand angrily, and wanted to hit him again.
Fu Jiujiu hurriedly stood up: "Mom, hit me, it's all because of me, it's me..."
Lin Jun shook his wrist and told him to sit down.
Then he moved his face closer to his mother: "Mom, vent your anger first, and I'll explain to you after venting."
He Caiyi's hands trembled, but after all, he was still unwilling to fight.
"Brother, sit down and eat." Lin Jun greeted his brother, Lin Qi glared at him, saw that his mother hadn't spoken any more, and then sat down.
The Lin family's New Year's Eve dinner is very formal.
Although there are only four people to eat, there is no shortage of big dishes, small dishes, cold dishes, hot dishes, soups and desserts.
"Mom, I didn't have any problems with Xiaojiu," Lin Jun said, reaching out to hold Fu Jiujiu's hand: "Xiaojiu wants to keep a low profile because of work."
"Well, it's true." Fu Jiujiu nodded hurriedly.
"Then how do we do it?" He Caiyi said: "If you separate, it will fade away. No matter what happens, you still have to live together."
"Live together, live together," Lin Jun said, "I'll move in and live with him after the New Year."
He Caiyi looked at him dubiously.
Fu Jiujiu also hurriedly said, "It's true, Mom."
"Should we live together during the Chinese New Year?" He Caiyi said, "I'll ask Lao Hu to take you back later."
Lao Hu is He Caiyi's exclusive driver, which means to let people monitor them.
After dinner, Fu Jiujiu and Lin Jun got into the car together under the watchful eyes of He Caiyi.
The car drove directly to Lin Jun's residence, and when the two of them got out of the car, Lao Hu gave Lin Jun another box: "Second Young Master, Madam gave it to you, please try to use it up tonight."
"What?" Lin Jun asked.
Lao Hu's expression was a little subtle: "Master, go in and see for yourself."
The box is not big, and it is simply wrapped in gift wrapping paper.
Only then did Lin Jun remember that his mother only gave Fu Jiujiu a red envelope today, not him.
He laughed, thinking that his mother still loved him very much after all, and this was probably a New Year's gift for him.
He laughed with two deep dimples: "Uncle Hu, please tell my mother that I love her when I go back, and express my gratitude for me."
Lao Hu smiled again: "Madam said, using it up is the best thank you to her."
"Oh." Lin Jun looked at the box in his palm with a little doubt and curiosity, and entered the gate with Fu Jiujiu.
Lao Hu watched them close the door before driving away.
Lin Jun held Fu Jiujiu's shoulders halfway, with a little joy in his eyes.
This is the first time Fu Jiujiu came back after moving out.
When the servants at home saw that their husband had finally returned, they all showed some happiness.
"Xiao Jiu," Lin Jun pulled Fu Jiujiu to sit down in the living room on the first floor, looking at him with burning eyes: "Should I live here tonight?"
After a while, he added with a smile: "You live in the master bedroom, and I live in the guest room."
"I can't stop," Fu Jiujiu said, "I've already made an appointment with my aunt and Qi Luo. I'm going to watch the New Year's Eve with them tonight, and I'm going to have breakfast with them tomorrow."
Fu Jiujiu's voice became smaller and smaller.
Because he just realized that when he made the appointment with Qi Luo, he never considered that there might be another possibility during the Chinese New Year.
Because in his past experience, every Chinese New Year, there are only Qi Luo and his mother in his world.
So this time he took it for granted that it was the same as before.
Half of Lin Jun's face was slightly swollen from He Caiyi's blow.
While listening to Fu Jiujiu's words, he raised his eyes to look at him, but his lips were slowly pursed together. Coupled with the finger marks, he looked very pitiful.
"I'm sorry," Fu Jiujiu's fingers tightened.
His hand was still being held by Lin Jun, and his fingers tightened slightly, as if he was holding it back: "I didn't think about it that much at the time."
"You might as well just say that you never thought about spending the New Year with me," Lin Jun smiled bitterly: "It's not that you didn't think so much, you didn't think about me at all, did you?"
Fu Jiujiu bit her lip, but said nothing.
Lin Jun sighed softly, pinched his thin white fingers, rubbed them twice, and let go.
Because he was going to He Caiyi's place today, Fu Jiujiu specially wore a wedding ring.
The color and style of the two rings are exactly the same, and they are a pair at first glance.
Lin Jun looked at it for a while, then cheered up and said, "I'll ask the driver to take you back later. Lao Hu is as cunning as my mother. I'm afraid he won't go far and stare at Shao'er elsewhere."
"Thank you senior." Fu Jiujiu said.
"Don't be so polite to me, that's the best way to thank me." Lin Jun smiled.
He reached out to touch the cigarette case, Fu Jiujiu pressed his hand: "Don't smoke, I'll help you treat the wound."
The servant brought in the ice pack, Fu Jiujiu half-kneeled on the sofa, crouching down to apply ice to his side of the cheek.
Lin Jun's thick eyelashes were raised, and Fu Jiujiu's serious and focused eyes could be seen very closely.
Fu Jiujiu seldom responded to his feelings, but when he looked carefully, he could see the unconcealable distress in his eyes.
As if telepathically, Fu Jiujiu asked him softly, "Does it hurt?"
In fact, it didn't hurt much, but Lin Jun still replied softly: "It hurts."
Fu Jiujiu didn't speak any more, her pink lips were drawn into a line.
Lin Jun looked at it for a while, and a smile slowly appeared in his eyes again.
He always felt that he was a very coaxable person, even if Fu Jiujiu didn't coax him much, he couldn't seem to be angry with him for too long.
He gently raised his hands, half-circling his waist in the air.
After a while, Fu Jiujiu's body moved, and he quietly put down his hand again, as if it was very interesting, he couldn't help laughing.
When the palm was put down, something was stuck in the palm.
He picked it up, held it up to his eyes, and saw that it was a New Year's gift from He Caiyi.
"I forgot to take it apart." He said softly.
Fu Jiujiu also looked at it curiously, the packaging was rough and sloppy, it should have been wrapped by He Caiyi himself.
"What gift do you want to see?" Lin Jun asked with a smile, "I'll open it up, let's see it together?"
"En." Fu Jiujiu laughed, showing some expectation: "Let's watch together."
The interface of the wrapping paper was tucked into the gap, and Lin Jun pulled it open.
The two of them stared at the wrapping paper with four eyes.
A box of 12 adult sex condoms appeared in Lin Jun's palm.
Fu Jiujiu's face turned red, Lin Jun also pursed his lips and was stunned.
After a long while, he held the box and put it in the drawer under the coffee table, turned his head and said to Fu Jiujiu, "I was wrong, my mother actually doesn't love me at all."
His mother gave him a box of 12 condoms, and asked Lao Hu to tell him to use it up overnight.
Not only does his mother not love him, but his mother probably wants him to die early.
The author has something to say: Jun'er: I will probably die from exhaustion, cough
The lyrics are excerpted from the Cantonese song "Flying in the Wind"