The road was unobstructed, the street lights, buildings, and shops were rapidly receding, Sophie leaned on the chair of the taxi, her eyes trying to focus, trying to catch the passing scene, staring at her eyes full of tears, she lowered her eyelids in vain, her visual sense was gone, and the chaotic thoughts rushed back to her mind.

Those images of bullying flashed out one after another, slashing at Sophie's heart.

She didn't dare to think about whether Fu Shubao already knew about the film, let alone imagine how he would react if he knew, or how depressed he would be, or how angry he would be, or, as before, how relaxed he would be with his big teeth and pretend.

And what about herself? Sophie is afraid that when she sees Fu Shubao, she doesn't know what kind of expression she should give him, sympathetic, relieved, I don't know at first glance, or haha, or just give him a hug? She rehearsed different expressions in her mind... But none of them seem to be appropriate.

Sophie shook her head and ordered herself to calm down, she tried to substitute and think: When my mother died, when my father immigrated, when I exposed the scumbag, I just wanted to pretend to be an ostrich, as long as I escaped... Thinking of this, her heart jumped 'bang', and the whole person jumped suddenly.

At this time, the taxi had just driven to the gate of the community, and she paid the rent indiscriminately, and rushed home in a hurry.

Pushing open the door, the room was silent, and all that awaited her was four walls.

It must have been too coarse for breath and too heavy for her heartbeat, so she closed the door softly, holding the key tightly in her palm to prevent it from making the slightest sound.

When the agitation of the body calms down, the surroundings seem even more deadly.

"Uncle Fu!"

Irritable and rushing to her head, she shouted at the top of her voice: "Fu Shubao-"

Sophie slapped the keys heels hard, kicked her heels, threw away her coat with one hand, and threw away her bag, but no one came to clean up for her, and there was no more chattering thoughts.

She rushed to the utility room in disbelief, the room was easily pushed open, the back of the door "clanged" against the wall, opened to see, the hook behind the door was lonely, and there were no clothes to accompany her.

The quilt on the mattress is also square and shrunken.

The towel rack in the toilet was bare, and the sink was empty.

Sophie turned and walked to the kitchen, where there was no clutter on the counter, and there was no trace of life at all.

Glancing at the living room, she never felt that this house was as rigid as a model room, a wave of anger rose up, she hated this lonely atmosphere, hated the four walls that were extremely cold and hard, Sophie rushed into the utility room like crazy and overturned the quilt, went to the toilet to knock down the detergent one by one, and turned to the cloakroom, her hands were fixed in the air.

After Uncle Fu came in, the cloakroom gradually changed from a color version to Lego bricks, large and small, black, white and red, red, yellow... No matter how irritable she is, she is reluctant to destroy Fu Shubao's scheming.

She turned out of the living room in a panic and took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of Fu Shubao, but Tiexin turned off the phone over there.

Acting faster than she realized, and when the word 'chase' came out of her head, she had already snatched the door.

The fat uncle of the security guard shrank in a corner and dozed off, and suddenly heard the back staircase door being pushed open with a 'bang', and before he could open his eyes, there was a 'poof' sound, and the wind blowing through the door made him feel excited.

Uncle Fat went around to see, and a woman with long curly hair staggered in her slippers.

"Miss Su?" Uncle Fat shuddered and stretched out his hand to close the door, "I have to close the door in a hurry!"

Sophie ran out of the gate with her arms crossed, except for a few old people who came out for morning exercise on the street, how could there be Uncle Fu Bao.

She didn't give up and opened her mobile phone and wanted to dial it again, and noticed that 'Eat and Swallow Mountains and Rivers' showed that there was information, and hurriedly looked at it, an hour ago, Uncle Fu sent a large text paragraph, which was the practice of egg custard, and then Jiang Yang They called him, but there was no reply.

A cold wind blew and the birds chirped, and she finally remembered the familiar plate of eggs that morning.

"Fei Fei, do you want eggs?"

"No! Time is a little tight. ”

"Let's eat on the road!" Uncle Fu kept a wooden face and gave two eggs.

"Did you still peel off your shells?"

"Don't adults eat eggs?" said Uncle Fu.

"Eat. I'm getting more and more aware that you have the potential to be a good mother. ”

"This is the egg custard I made, one box per person. Fu Shubao laughed out with white teeth.

"Uncle Bao gives a big gift, please eat a big meal and give a gift. ”

"Huh, why don't you take a picture?"

"Uncle Bao, aren't you, don't you!

"I... I haven't tried to make four boxes of giveaways once, the first time. ”

Sophie hooked her mouth bitterly: Fu Shubao, Fu Shubao! You hold everything and carry it, others are laughing, aren't you bitter?

After snorting and going back, I noticed that a plastic bucket was suddenly placed on the dining table, and a piece of paper was pressed underneath, on which was Fu Shubao's strong and scribbled handwriting, which densely poured into her eyes and her brain.

"Fei Fei,

I wanted to send you a message, but I didn't think it was a hurry, so I waited for you to go home and take a look!

Congratulations on the successful conclusion of "Drill Man", and congratulations on holding a very awesome show.

Thank you for taking me to Lincheng to participate in the show, I have learned a lot and seen a lot during this time, those things I have never imagined, and, most importantly, I have met a group of good friends, which is really profitable!

In a few months, I've had enough fun, I've earned enough, and I've done a good job in the show, it's time for me to go back to the mountain village! My mother and the villagers are looking forward to me going back every day!

I didn't want to say goodbye like this, but I can't face the film myself for a while, I think I need some time to digest it, and say hello to Jiang Yang, Peng Jie, Ah Xiang, Mai Shao, Tong Tong, Ah Fei, Black Bear, Le Sheng, and other drill men and staff, I won't say goodbye to them one by one!

And to you, I can't think of anything more to say than thank you.

Ah! Yes! I'm going to say that it's good for you to take care of others, but it's good to take care of yourself...... It's hard to put into words.

Very seriously, if you think Jiang Yang is good, try to let him take care of you! After my observation over the past few months, he is definitely a very good person, if so, I think Teacher Xiaoyun and Lesheng will be greatly relieved.

In the end, I don't have anything good to give you, the bucket is in Toushan Village I am tired of you breaking the pair of high heels, I made a pair of wooden heels on my own initiative, I don't know if I can still wear them, if not, you will be fine if you lose it.

Okay! I've got time to go! I'll be in touch in a few days, and remember to tell them on my behalf!

All the best!

Uncle Fu Bao. ”

She threw away the letter and lay down on the plastic bucket with one hand, and a dark red heel rolled out.

The leather edges of the shoes have been wrinkled, and the original black heel has been replaced with two heels of wood, and the round heel is spiral, and each circle is carved with a delicate pattern.

Suddenly, an image flashed, she swiped her phone with her hidden hand, scanned it in the photo album, and finally flipped to the photo, the tears were finally no longer controlled, poured out, and it was useless to snort twice, she simply let herself cry "wow".

The mobile phone is lying on the table, and the photo on the screen is a snapshot of Su Lesheng in the lobby of the Sanya Hotel: the 'wooden spiral' hanging from the ceiling of the lobby, each circle is carved with patterns, Sophie is looking down at the Chinese pieces, and Fu Shubao is standing not far behind her, taking pictures of the wooden carving with his neck high.

Sophie stretched out her index finger to trace similar lines on the heel. Fu Shubao, you have always kept the high heels, and you have always taken them with you, and you have always taken them to heart, how can I know if you don't say anything, and how can I respond? She fell on the table and cried uncontrollably.

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