Chapter 55 nineteen

After Wang Kuilong left, Mr. Fu was already exhausted, with a tired expression on his face, his back was even more bent, and he began to feel colic in his heart again.I hurriedly took medicine for him and helped him into the room to lie down and rest.Mr. Fu didn't want to eat dinner, so I added a bowl of leftovers by myself, and brought a plate of stir-fried beef with celery leftover from lunch.I told Mr. Fu that there is still half a pot of ham and winter melon soup in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, you can eat it hot anytime.Originally, I planned to ask the master for one night's leave and stay at home with Mr. Fu, but he refused and insisted:

You just go to work, it doesn't matter, I'll take a break and relax. I was in Anle Township, and my heart was always hanging, fearing that Mr. Fu would get sick.I explained to the master that the master wanted me to leave work early, and I would return to Mr. Fu's house before ten o'clock.Mr. Fu fell down. He put on a coat and sat in the living room, lost in thought alone.Sandalwood was lit on the altar table in the living room, and a strong fragrance quietly exuded. How is the old man?Does your heart still hurt?I asked. I fell asleep and got better.Mr. Fu smiled. There was still a trace of tiredness on his face. He came back so early?

The master wants me to come back early, lest the old man will do anything to me. It's hard to worry about you. Is the old man hungry? I warmed up the soup just now and drank a bowl, and I felt very good. Do you want me to order a bowl of noodles? No need, Mr. Fu waved his hand to stop him, Ah Qing, go make a pot of tea and sit with me, I still have something to tell you. I went to the kitchen to boil water, brewed a pot of Longjing, brought it to the living room, poured tea for Mr. Fu, and sat down on a low round stool at his feet.Mr. Fu picked up his teacup, sipped two mouthfuls of Longjing, and sighed regretfully:

Wang Kuilong, I didn't expect him to become like this, I can't even recognize him I heard he used to look good.I interrupted. Yes, at that time, he was really handsome, and he read well.His father, Wang Shangde, had high expectations for him, hoping that he could enter the diplomatic circle and start a career.Originally planning to send him to study abroad, even the formalities have been completed.But he happened to get into that catastrophe, harming others, himself, and his father. I heard that his case was a sensation, and the newspapers reported it every day. He made his father unable to be a man.For a long time, his father was gone, so how could he blame his father for being unfeeling!

Mr. Fu stared at me fixedly, his eyebrows furrowed together. How can you children understand the pain in your father's heart?He stretched out a hand, pressed it on my shoulder, and said solemnly: Ah Qing, you have lived with me these days, and I have already treated you as one of my own.You have a father too, and I dare say your father is suffering for you at this very moment.I also had a son, and that son, like Wang Kuilong, once broke his father's heart.I'm going to tell you tonight, a story about my father