There's a phone call. The most important thing is to fight. Who is it. It's Fu Yanbing.

I didn't expect that. He is such a man who thinks he is a fox. There will also be a wife who has been ignored by him. For more than 20 years.

I don't know. When he found out. He has been using it as a tool to revenge Shangguan Wan. It's always been my own daughter. What kind of expression would it be.

Will he suffer. Will he regret that he has done such a harm to Fu Xiaoqian. Will he regret selling Fu Xiaoqian to him. Or regret so many years. Let Wang Yan hurt Fu Xiaoqian.

Or he won't regret it at all. Or he'll be happy. Finally, the revenge came to Shangguan Wan. Finally let her have a taste of her own pain.

Or maybe. He has no joy or sorrow at all. Because he was so selfish.

Liao Zhenbo hesitated. Finally, I decided not to make this call. Wait a minute. Because in the landscape villa, he and Fu Xiaoqian were isolated from the outside world.

Then some things can be delayed.

Some things can be delayed. But there is one thing that can't be delayed. That is to finish the pair of conjoined pottery pots that Fu Xiaoqian wanted as soon as possible. One represents him and the other represents her.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to turn it off again.

It's just in time. Liao Guodong's string of telephone numbers that he once regarded as strange. It's on the screen of his mobile phone.

Cut it off. no At this time, he was interested. I want to hear what else he can say.

Liao Zhenbo pressed the answer button. Stick the phone to your ear. Wait for the other person to speak first.

The other side seems to be waiting for him to speak first. There was a long silence. In the end, Liao Guodong was more patient. Lost to Liao Zhenbo. He said it for a long time. At last, he said slowly. "Thank you."

Thank you. What a polite expression.

But Liao Zhenbo couldn't hear the word most. He has never used these two words to anyone.

When Fu Xiaoqian used these two words to him. He would be very angry. He would feel that Fu Xiaoqian never cared about him. In his concept. The last two words a couple needs. Cumbersome. Because even his life can be paid for her. Will you care about these two words.

The brothers used the word for him. He would give them a cold look. What an outsider. Because their business is his business. Do your own thing. Need others to say these two words to themselves.

If. The subordinate said these two words to him. That's even less necessary. Because what they create is what they get. It's much better than these two words.

Now. When I hear this person say these two words to himself. It's about his failed life. One of the biggest ironies.

No one. No one can deal with the relationship between father and son so indifferently.

"That's the purpose of the call." Let's talk. Liao Zhenbo was scared by himself first. What on earth is he looking forward to. Are you looking forward to this stranger who is more than a stranger. Take care of your current situation. Or do you want him to tell you. I told him that day at the cafe. It's just a joke he made with himself.

Liao Zhenbo. Please stop deceiving yourself. It's not your style at all. You can't make these people laugh any more.

"If nothing else. Just hang up. Don't do such boring things in the future. I'm busy. I don't have time to play monkey games with you. Did I not understand that day. Everything about you. I'm not interested in knowing. It's none of my business The last temperature on the body. I'm also being carried away by the autumn wind at night. The black eyes. Caught the winter frost too early.

Liao Guodong silently bears Liao Zhenbo's coldness. Listen to Liao Zhenbo. It's a lie to say that he has no pain in his heart. But the mistakes you made when you were young. It's time to return it. He closed his eyes. Again. "Zhuo ran. I'll try to persuade you. I won't let him misunderstand you any more. I won't let him give you any more trouble with Fu Xiaoqian. "

"Shut up." Liao Zhenbo yells at his cell phone. He's always good at controlling emotions. He thought it would not cause any more ripples in his heart.

He looked up at the sky. He closed his eyes powerlessly.

It seems. He overestimated his self-control.

He thought it was all in the past. He thought that in his life, only himself and Fu Xiaoqian's future were left. I didn't expect that. When I heard the name zhuoran from Liao Guodong's mouth. A burning all the anger, so he did not have time to control. That's how it came out.

It turns out. He still hates Zhuo ran.

How can we not hate it.

It's him. It's him. Love in my mouth. But always hurt in the name of love. Let her heart pain a little bit in the accumulation. The pressure in her heart. How to ease him. Once an omnipotent Liao Zhenbo. I feel helpless.He hated it. I hate myself. I hate zhuoran. I hate Mu Huan. I hate all the people who have hurt Fu Xiaoqian.

Even Liao Guodong didn't think of it. Liao Zhenbo will be so out of control. After Liao Zhenbo yelled to shut up. Liao Guodong actually shut up obediently.

He was in tears. Young people are old people who have experienced so many painful things. None of them shed a tear. The old man who is strong enough to survive. In this moment, holding the cell phone like this. He began to whimper in front of his son.

Liao Zhenbo hangs up impatiently. He found himself becoming more and more unlike himself. He would even give this person who has hurt himself. An opportunity to talk to yourself.

He vented and pressed the power off button of his mobile phone.

When did his heart become so soft. This is not good. It's really bad. This will only give those who hurt him a chance to hurt themselves. His heart should be as hard as stone. Even the wind, the sun, the wind and the fire can't hurt him.

Pia

he couldn't remember exactly how many times it was. The clay that has been pulled to take shape. One punch. All efforts will be made. It's back to zero.

He tried, too. In the dim light. Take a deep breath over and over again. Try to adjust your mood.

But. It's no use. No matter how hard he tries. It doesn't work.

Finally. He gave up. Stand up. Go to the bar. He poured himself a whisky.

No ice. A strong touch glided through his throat. It stings Liao Zhenbo's sensitive stomach like a needle. The effect is very good. At least it's over the grindstone's anger. The pain is not pain.

Good. He took out the bottle of stomach medicine which he had hidden well from the bottom of the wine cabinet. Pour out a few. He swallowed the liquor.

As far as I can see. I saw the same brand of red wine that Fu Xiaoqian took out that day. The heart unexpectedly so inexplicably calmed down.

He took out a bottle. Open the cap. Refill the goblet with some red liquid. In this dark night. The red liquid is too thick to melt. It's amazing. With the gentle shaking. A strong fragrance floated out. As if in this dark night out of a gorgeous flowers.

It's all about Fu Xiaoqian. It is always able to soothe Liao Zhenbo's heart so miraculously.

Look up and drink this glass of red wine. He sat down again in front of the clay that he had abused thousands of times. This time. I didn't let him down. Finally, it's taking shape.

he made as like as two peas in two bottles. then. The two pottery bottles were tightly stuck together.

He looked at his work with satisfaction. I thought. When Fu Xiaoqian wakes up tomorrow. It should be a surprise.

Thinking. He was holding a still wet catamaran bottle. Go upstairs. Gently push open the bedroom door. By the faint light outside. The pottery bottle was placed in the window.

He came to the bedside lightly. The pair was still intact on her when he left. Has been completely Fu Xiaoqian pressure on the body. She held the quilt tightly. Curl yourself up in a ball. It's like a little animal that can't find a way out.

She breathes evenly. There's no doubt about sleeping.

Originally dry collar. But it was soaked in sweat.

Liao Zhenbo turns and enters the bathroom again. I took a dry towel. Flattened between the collar and her skin.

Then. Sit by Fu Xiaoqian's bed. That night. He was doomed to sleep. Looking at Fu Xiaoqian like this. How could he sleep. Under her weaker appearance. What a tough heart it is. Actually all quietly forbeared down.

He rose feebly from the bedside. In Fu Xiaoqian's bedroom, I lit lavender. Wisps of soothing fragrance come from the incense. The fragrance filled the room.

I hope that's the smell. It can bring Fu Xiaoqian sleep in the middle of the night.

It's the thin leaves outside the window. Under the autumn wind, Fu Xiaoqian was awakened from her sleep by a rustling trill. She had the most comfortable sleep for so many days.

It's just that. There is a price to be paid for this comfort. That's a night's sleep. In exchange for a pure white sheet out of a large piece of a frightening, coquettish frightening flowers.

Liao Zhenbo has breakfast ready. When you push the door into the room. Fu Xiaoqian is in the bathroom. Wear soft fabric home clothes. His long hair was scattered. Squat on the ground. My back looks a little thin. The current is clattering. She is washing the sheets by hand. Even the quilt cover was torn off. Soak them together. Rubbing silently.

Liao Zhenbo leans against the door. Stir up a pretty eyebrow. "All of a sudden, it's time to wash the sheets."

When Liao Zhenbo came in. It's quiet. He was afraid of waking Fu Xiaoqian. But I didn't expect that she was alone in the bathroom.

All of a sudden. Fu Xiaoqian was not frightened. There's a lot of movement on hand. He looked back at him. I laughed. "I didn't change yesterday. I went to sleep. I've soiled the sheets. "