Leng Qingzhu sensitively smelled that trace of danger, and vaguely felt that Boss Fu might be going crazy.

But he couldn't figure out why, so he could only shrug his shoulders and say nonchalantly: "That's right, so many years have passed, and it's not interesting to count more, right?" ”

She used generosity to hide her inexplicable flustery.

Indeed, no one can compare Fu Yingshao's good treatment of her over the years.

Uncle Fu and Grandma Fu have always treated her as a family member.

In comparison, the dirtiness of the past is really nothing compared to the love of two people for more than 20 years.

No matter how young and old Fu Yingshao is, in the end, he was only a teenager at that time.

How many things can a child understand?

Boss Fu ...... like this Whispered, making Leng Qingzhu unbearable.

"But, with me, there has never been, and never will be!" Fu Yingshao said in a firm tone.

“…… Yes? ”

"I don't know what it means to you, but for me, that summer eleven years ago, like the dog dates you gave me, was the sweetest, most crispy, and most beautiful summer I have ever experienced in my life."

At that time, the Fu family was the most difficult time, and overnight, Fu Yingshao experienced the warmth and coldness of human affection and the cold of the world.

Many of his former friends are no longer friends with him, and even directly and openly draw a line with him.

The kind and gentle smiling faces of the elders in the past have all been replaced by cold looks.

The pride of the sky fell into the quagmire overnight.

An eleven-year-old boy, even if he is a teenager and an old man, can't stand such a gap.

He could only arm himself with solid ice and build himself an indestructible armor.

Fu Zhenguo was in a difficult situation, but he didn't want to see his son becoming depressed and withdrawn, so he took his son to Luobao Village.

The people of the Northeast are fierce but simple, and he hopes that his son can be happier.

Fu Yingshao, who has a habit of cleanliness, and the two brothers Leng Jialeng to the south and Leng to the north can't play together, the young people have tempers, and they are disgusted by this young master as mud monkeys, and people are not willing to stick their cold butts with hot faces.

And Leng Xiangdong and Leng Xiangxi, who are relatively stable, have their own work to do, and the two of them don't have as much time to play as younger brothers and sisters.

Only Leng Qingzhu, the little girl has regarded her father's and grandmother's words as a holy decree since she was a child, and she is also thoughtful when she is good to anyone.

No matter how Fu Yingshao puts on a cold face, she will not walk away, and the voice of "brother" is sweet and soft.

And he doesn't hold grudges, he obviously suffered a loss before, but as long as Fu Yingshao shows favor a little, he will still come over with a fart.

It's like now, obviously after so many years, she doesn't remember much about things when she was a child, but that "brother" will still be called so habitually and naturally.

It's as if there is no estrangement between the eleven years at all.

Leng Qingzhu said he was ashamed.

Boss Fu felt that there was a gap of eleven years, but in fact, it was just a matter of closing and opening the eyes between the two people.

"For me, that summer, there were not only dogs, dates, pheasants, fish, and the water of the West River, but also the little girl who had been warming my heart with herself. That summer is stuck in my memory and will never pass! ”