High-spirited, heroic and dry.

Fu Bing is self-motivated, Fu Xia is very relieved, and doesn't want to hit him, but he still can't help reminding, "The real estate industry has cyclical characteristics, a wave of market goes down, a wave of market up, and the next wave of market will be like, no one can say, you still have to think about it, think clearly, and don't take the wrong road." ”

The old lady of the Fu family said dissatisfiedly, "You can't expect your brother to be a little better? ”

"There are rules for doing business, and I want to make the truth clear to him. Fu Xia sighed, since she was a child, she rarely argued with her mother, because no matter what it was, the value of communication was zero.

Occasionally, I am willing to say a few words to my mother, just because I am afraid of a little mother-son affection.

Old man Fu choked at the old lady, "Will you do business, or will I do business?" This little soldier has his sister leading the way, which is a blessing that ordinary people can't ask for. ”

He didn't know how big his daughter's business was, and he didn't ask much about it, but it was certainly not bad.

The girl has been cut off from them for more than ten years, and every time she learns through the TV news, she knows that the girl has returned to China, and only this time when they return to China, they can be regarded as seeing her in person.

The community they rent is old and small, the rent is cheap, and most of the people who live are old men and women and outsiders, there is no wealth and people, and it has been peaceful.

Until the day his daughter returned, reporters began to squat at the door of the community, and every time they went out, they had to meet the flashing lights coming from the shadows.

Every once in a while, the girl has to attend various occasions with big leaders.

In short, he knew that his daughter was really developed.

The son has no hope of catching up with the girl in his life.

The old lady said unconvinced, "Whoever picks on the thorn, I'm telling the truth, no one is born to know everything, you can't learn slowly, it's a good thing to have confidence." ”

Fu Bing looked at his sister's face and shouted, "You don't understand anything, what do you talk nonsense every day, how big am I, you still worry about it, who has the ability, I listen to other people's more, and there are a lot of pieces of meat." ”

In his heart, he doesn't expect his sister to help him, and he doesn't want his sister to help him, for what specific reason, he can't say it, sometimes he falls into self-pity and self-pity, thinking that everything now is caused by himself, and it is best to lick the wound alone.

However, the reality is that he can't escape his sister's aura, and even if his sister doesn't say many things, he knows that his sister has arranged them for him.

With the favor of my sister, it would be too unconscionable to say some sour things.

When he returned home at night, He Zhou took a bath and found that the light in the old lady's house was still on, so he pushed the door in while rubbing his hair with a towel.

Since moving to a new house, there are four bedrooms and one living room, and everyone has their own bedroom.

Fu Xia heard the noise, put down the document in her hand, and turned around and said, "You still haven't slept yet?"

Fu Yao said, "Mom, I'm leaving tomorrow." ”

Fu Xia said, "Do you know that you have to catch a plane and go to bed early?"

Fu Yao said, "It's okay, just in time, you can get six hours of sleep a day." ”

Fu Xia sensed his weirdness and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yao lowered his head, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and stood there dumbfounded.

Fu Xia turned her head to look at him, and said happily, "Silly boy, what else can't you say to your mother?"

Fu Yao said, "I have always had a question in my heart, I haven't asked you since I was a child, and I will graduate from college soon." ”

"What?" Fu Xia's expression suddenly became grim.

Fu Yao said, "Will you be angry if I say it?"

Fu Xia finally understood that she couldn't hide, the child was older.

Still smiled and said, "You are my son, no matter what you do, I will not be angry with you, I will always be a good child of my mother." You grew up watching your mother, I know what you want to ask, you are a good boy, you have been holding back and not asking, even if you don't ask, your mother will tell you. ”

She looked at her son with a doting look.

"That..."Fu Yao was still embarrassed to say.

Fu Xia said, "Your father is a good person, a very good person. However, you are older and have read books, you should understand that sometimes two people do not need a reason to separate, not because of who is bad or who is wrong, Dad wants to leave, Mom also wants to separate, that's all. ”

The reason his mother gave Fu Yao was not convincing to Fu Yao, and he asked without giving up, "What kind of person is he?"

He wanted to understand his father's character, and he could always find a clue from his mother's words.

Fu Xia put down the pen in her other hand, took a sip of the tea cup, and said with a smile, "He, first of all, you look at your skin color, you should be able to guess that he must be Chinese." ”

Fu Yao interrupted, "Mom, I know all this. ”

He has always been patient, but he is impetuous.

Involuntarily upset.

Fu Xia shook her head with a smile and said, "Your temper is not like your father at all, he is a stubborn temper, and sometimes he is sensitive and distressing." ”

"Excessive self-esteem, sometimes low self-esteem. Fu Yao could probably guess that his father must have come from a poor family, and his childhood experience made him more sensitive than many people, sensitive to other people's eyes, and every inadvertent word of others.

It's like the Malaysians next door, obviously not as good as them Singaporeans, but they always maintain a fierce fighting state, as long as they have a little handle in their words, they immediately ridicule each other.

Fu Xia said, "Do you know the word phoenix man?

Fu Yao didn't understand the word, but he didn't ask a question, just searched on his mobile phone while listening to his mother continue to say there. "He came from the countryside, and the most worthy of his brag in his life is that he passed five hurdles and cut six generals, walked out of the countryside through the college entrance examination, and entered the top university in China. Fu Xia couldn't help but fall into the past as she spoke, "He is very dirty, and no matter how much money he has, he has washed away the earthy smell on his body, and sometimes he seems to be afraid that others will look down on him, so he deliberately makes that kind of gesture." ”

Fu Yao said, "Mom, you are from the city. ”

He had a somewhat understanding of the national conditions, and he was greatly surprised by the urban-rural duality in China, especially in the seventies and eighties.

Fu Xia raised her head and said, "Of course, your grandfather was also a worker in a state-owned enterprise at that time, and he served an iron job, not to mention, we are still under the roots of the imperial city, since we were born, we have an extra layer of superiority than everyone else, you can't understand it."

You don't know how difficult I am, I have to pretend to be a rustic little girl from the countryside who has never seen the world, and cast adoring eyes on him. ”