When Wen Qiao was leaving, he asked, "What department are you studying at Fukai University?" ”

"Department of Computer Science." He said.

After Wen Qiao left, Gu Xiao entered his bedroom, and when he opened the crossbody bag, a black wallet fell out of it, and Brother Dong, who happened to come over to talk to him, picked it up, opened the wallet, and there was a photo inside, Gu Xiao snatched it, closed it, and put it in the bag.

Brother Dong smiled: "Is that you?" ”

Although Gu Xiao was smiling, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "What's wrong?" ”

"You didn't look like you did now."

"I've been in a car accident before, and I had to have a facelift."

Brother Dong smiled: "Before and now, it was very good-looking, not the same good-looking, and it was quite successful." ”

I only glanced at it in a hurry, but I didn't see it very clearly, but the boy in the photo was really good-looking.

Gu Xiao didn't speak, and Brother Dong said again: "You settle down a little, go to training for a while, and then review, are you nervous about your schoolwork?" “

"It's fine."

"Then I'll arrange a training schedule for you, you can't take it lightly."

"Okay."

The Fu family, across the winding mountain road, on a vacant lot by the sea, is the private cemetery of the Fu family, in front of the tombstone, Fu Nanli, his mother and grandfather holding a big black umbrella, standing quietly.

It was his father's jealousy, and if his father was still alive, today would be his fifty-fourth birthday.

Ye Minqiu sent a bouquet of flowers, and the tails of her eyes were slightly red.

The drizzle swept the sea breeze under the umbrella eaves, Fu Nanli looked at the photo on the cold stone tablet, and his father smiled at him gently.

His father died when he was nine years old, and twenty years passed so quickly that sometimes, if he didn't look at the photos or some videos, he couldn't even remember what his father looked like.

He still can't understand why a winner like him chose to commit suicide in the end because his father was born with a golden spoon, he was handsome and talented, his wife was beautiful and capable, his son was cute and well-behaved, and everyone around him flattered him.

Isn't that kind of life that everyone envies?

Why commit suicide?

The rain dripped down the black canopy on the dazzling green lawn and on the stone pavement.

Fu Huaiyong was not in good health, holding on crutches, with a sad face, he left him early alone, the biggest pain in the world was nothing more than the white-haired person sending the black-haired person.

He stood for a moment, and then could not bear to let himself be immersed in this great sorrow, and turned and walked out along the path of the cemetery.

Ye Minqiu glanced at the person on the tombstone, and a resentful look flashed in the eyes of the always cheerful person, and then he also turned around and left the cemetery.

Only Fu Nanli was left, the sea wind was blowing from all sides, and the cemetery seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and everything seemed so hazy.

At that time, my grandfather let my father work in the family's business, and my father loved music and rebelled against my grandfather everywhere, so he chose to commit suicide?

So even if he entered the airline as a captain, even if his grandfather opposed him doing that, he never dared to be too tough.

He had already lost a son and could not afford to lose another grandson.

Unlike his father, who was sensitive and vulnerable, he would not give up his life because someone else was forcing him to do something.

The rain spilled over his black suit, and his grief was lost in the rain of early May.

All sadness will disappear over time.

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