Coming outside, Fu Pei hugged Fu Ting and walked slowly along the street home.

The little girl in her arms babbled and gestured her fingers, as if she had degenerated into a five-year-old child.

"Fu Xiaolisten." The corners of Fu Pei's eyes were slightly bent, and she teased her with a smile in her eyebrows, "Call Dad." ”

Fu Ting craned his neck and shouted crisply, "Dad." ”

Fu Pei lowered her eyes and looked at the little girl's clean and clear eyes, and asked in a procrastinating tone, "Do you like Dad?" ”

"I like fried chicken."

Fu Ting smiled with a red face, warm and glutinous, obedient and soft.

Fu Pei lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, a low laugh came out of his throat, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of unconcealable pleasure.

"Good."

He pinched the tip of her nose, the sea of clouds in her pupils surged, it looked even more dark and sharp, and her voice was low and scratchy, "Dad also likes Fu Xiaoting." ”

Fu Ting raised his hand to hook his neck, and said coquettishly, "I want my father to carry his back." ”

Fu Pei paused, laughed dumbly, and rubbed the tip of Fu Ting's nose with the doting of the tip of his nose, which was very rare for the little girl to look obedient.

"Okay, dad back."

He put her down, squatted down in front of her, and Fu Ting climbed up with a moment, "Dad, you haven't listened to it for a long time." ”

Fu Pei stood up straight and walked forward, his voice a little tight, "How long?" ”

"It's been so long, so long that I can't even remember." Fu Ting pouted, as if he felt aggrieved, and his voice was nasal, "You're so busy, you don't have time to listen to it." ”

"Really?" Fu Pei's eyes were dark, his eye sockets were deep and charming, and he murmured, "That dad is really a bad dad." ”

After a pause, he asked in a low voice, "In the three years after my father's death, how did Fu Xiaoting live?" ”

"It's hard to live alone." The drunk Fu listened to what he said, rested his chin on Fu Pei's shoulder, and said angrily, "I think about my father every day, but I can't see it, I can't touch it, and I haven't had a good day." ”

As he spoke, Fu Ting's tears came out, soaking Fu Pei's clothes and penetrating into Fu Pei's heart.

Fu Pei couldn't imagine how Fu listened to how he had spent the three years alone in his previous life.

When she came back from rebirth, she always smiled sweetly, as if she had lived a very happy life and had not suffered a little.

What a little fool.

If she hadn't been drunk, she might never have told him.

The breathing in his chest became narrower little by little, and Fu Pei said in a low voice, "Fu Xiao, don't cry." ”

There were no street lights around, and the light was dim at night, blurring his face and making it impossible to see his expression.

The young man's lips straightened, and his Adam's apple slid up and down, "If I cry again, I will kill myself." ”

"Dad, don't die." Fu Ting suddenly became anxious, and said anxiously, "If you die, you won't have a father." ”

"Okay, Daddy won't die." Fu Pei rubbed Fu Ting's cheek soothingly, and added three points of tenderness in the night with a clear voice, "Always accompany us Fu Xiaoting." ”

*

Fu Pei carried Fu Ting home and put the little girl who was already asleep on the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, just sat on the side, staring at Fu Ting's sleeping face, eager to carve it into the bone marrow.

He suddenly thought of what Fu Sixing said.

couldn't help but lower his head, and his lips fell on Fu Ting's cheek.

After a slight pause, he moved forward a little more and kissed her forehead.

"What should I do, I am reluctant to part with Fu Xiaoting."

Fu Pei stared at her for a long time, and suddenly laughed twice, a little lonely and sad, but her eyebrows and eyes were very gentle, "But Dad has to work hard to let us Fu Xiaoting live a good life~"