Fu Wenzhou was in good health, he woke up early the next morning, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to check if Song Qingyu was awake, he found a doctor for a consultation, and waited hopefully.

Several doctors looked at each other, and one of them sighed and plucked up the courage to say, "Mr. Fu, the patient has no signs of improvement for the time being. ”

Fu Wenzhou suddenly froze in place, his eyes were blank and puzzled: "Didn't you say that if you find the sacred mountain and seek the Buddha with all your heart, people will wake up?" ”

Afraid that Fu Wenzhou and the others would come to their senses and go crazy, the doctors retreated one after another, not daring to provoke him.

Song Chang wanted to step forward to persuade him, but he didn't know what to say, so he sighed heavily and went out.

Gu Bai, Liang Muchuan and the others all thought he was crazy when they heard that Fu Wenzhou was looking for some sacred mountain in the middle of the night.

A person who has never believed in gods and Buddhas actually found the sacred mountain for two whole days without eating or drinking on a snowy day, kneeling three times and bowing nine times, praying one step at a time.

That's more than 2,000 steps!

Gu Baiqi gave Fu Wenzhou a punch when he entered the door, he was used to this ancestor before, but today he was really angry.

Xu Zezhan stopped him: "Okay Gu Bai, look at what his body has become, can he still withstand your beating." ”

Gu Bai said angrily: "Without Song Qingyu, can't you live?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's face was swollen, but he didn't react, and said expressionlessly: "Yuzu Xijing, I want to quarrel with you to go out and quarrel." ”

Gu Bai was completely speechless, standing there with a black face, but he didn't shout loudly anymore.

Liang Muchuan stepped forward: "What are you going to do?" If she doesn't wake up. ”

Xu Zezhan and Gu Bai gasped and sighed secretly.

I thought that Fu Wenzhou would be angry and go crazy, but he was very calm.

"Go and get the porridge to you, doesn't your sister like cats."

Except for the obscure voice, there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Liang Muchuan saw him evading the question, so he didn't ask again: "This is not the treasure of you and Song Qingyu, are you willing to give it away?" ”

Fu Wenzhou said: "I don't have time to take care of it. ”

In the past, Fu Wenzhou was busy taking care of Song Qingyu, so how could he have time to take care of a cat.

Liang Muchuan agreed.

In the next few days, Fu Wenzhou still stayed by Song Qingyu's side every day, occasionally going out in a hurry a few times, but he came back quickly, and each time he went out for no more than two hours.

Song Chang didn't know what he was doing, so he felt that Xiao Fu's temperament had been much more stable these days.

At night, Fu Wenzhou came back from outside again, wrapped in the cold wind, he first went to the bathroom to take a shower and dissipate the coolness, and then went to bed and hugged Song Qingyu from behind.

"Yuyu, today I went to pick a cemetery, near the sea. I remember you loved the sea. ”

"I told Chen Shu that we will be buried together when the time comes."

"You don't have to worry about the company's affairs, I've explained everything, oh, and the Song family, that's your mother's home, I'm already coming back, Song Yuan took his wild seeds and got out."

Fu Wenzhou lightly hugged the person and turned over, smelling the smell of her body, and chattering.

The tail of the eye was stained with red stains, and a tear slipped from the corner of the eye and dripped into Song Qingyu's pale lips.

The ice is cold and a little astringent.

He said in a hoarse voice and hugged her hard: "Yuyu, don't be afraid. ”

The wind was blowing, the chill was biting, and the howling north wind swept through the branches of the trees, sending out a beast-like screech.

There seemed to be a very soft sigh.

"What are you crying about?"

The cold and small sound tore a huge hole in the night, and countless hurricanes rushed out of it.

Fu Wenzhou's chest vibrate, he thought it was his own auditory hallucination, and he trembled and didn't dare to open his eyes.

A cool touch was applied to his cheeks, and someone wiped away his tears.

"Fu Wenzhou."

Another soft call.

Fu Wenzhou's palm was unconsciously forced, as if he wanted to rub the body in his arms into the bones and blood.

"Ahem!" Song Qingyu just woke up, couldn't stand the toss, and coughed out a little shortness of breath.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly opened his eyes and saw clearly the face in front of him that he had loved for many years, no longer miserable and dead, lifeless.

I finally decided that I wasn't dreaming.

She really woke up.

The joy of losing and regaining it filled Fu Wenzhou's entire heart, and he even touched her carefully, "Yuzu ......"

His voice was obscure and unbearable, like a puppy who had been greatly wronged and urgently needed the mercy of his master.

Song Qingyu's cough gradually slowed down, and he raised his hand to rub his thick black hair: "Have you been obedient during this time?" ”

Fu Wenzhou nodded, his voice low and hoarse: "I didn't move Fu Tingshen." ”

Song Qingyu is familiar with his temperament, and this "movement" is limited to not killing Fu Tingshen.

She braced her body and wanted to sit up, during this time she was actually conscious, she could hear the voice, but she couldn't hear what was being said, her eyes were white, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

Fu Wenzhou stopped her and didn't let her move: "You just woke up, and you still need to rest." ”

Song Qingyu really didn't have the strength, and when she heard the words, she lay down again.

She sniffed the tip of her nose, and suddenly frowned: "Why do you have such a heavy sandalwood smell on your body?" ”

Fu Wenzhou paused and said, "I have nothing to do in the past few days to worship the Buddha. ”

Song Qingyu raised her eyes: "Don't you don't believe this?" ”

Fu Wenzhou hugged her and smiled: "Now I believe it." ”

Song Qingyu nodded and said, "Fu Wenzhou, I'm thirsty." ”

Fu Wenzhou immediately got up and poured water for her, tested the temperature first, and then fed her a spoonful by spoon.

Song Qingyu stretched out her hand and poked Fu Wenzhou's face: "Who told you that I like the cemetery by the sea." ”

Fu Wenzhou stiffened with the spoon, frowned, and said, "Don't mention this, bad luck." ”

His pomelo has woken up and gone to the cemetery of Narauszi, and tomorrow he will have the land bulldozed.

Song Qingyu said with some amusement: "Didn't you want to be buried with me just now, and now it's too unlucky." ”

"That's what you just ......" Fu Wenzhou didn't say the rest of the words, his face was gloomy.

No one knows how scared he was during this time, and he even explained what happened later.

It's okay, it's good that she's awake.

Song Qingyu touched his face, "I'm just in a hurry, just wait for the stasis in my heart to dissipate, it's not so easy to die." ”

If it was so easy to die, she would have died once when she was twelve.

Fu Wenzhou held the person in his arms and kissed him again and again, as if he was not close enough, "No one can hurt you in the future." ”

Song Qingyu suddenly asked, "What happened to Fu Tingshen?" ”

Fu Wenzhou paused, and said that he was afraid of her scolding, and he was afraid if he didn't say it.

In the end, he told the truth: "I found someone to pull out his tongue." ”

Song Qingyu raised her eyebrows in surprise: "That's it?" ”

She almost died, Fu Wenzhou just had one less tongue.

Seeing her frowning, Fu Wenzhou was a little more confident, and began to ask for credit again: "He is in Prison No. 12." ”

After speaking, he looked at Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu glanced at him, and felt more and more that he was the same as the Tibetan mastiff that his grandfather had raised in the past, and he still liked to beg for favor.

She squinted, reached out and rubbed his head with tentative thoughts, and the eyes of the humanoid Tibetan mastiff immediately lit up, and she took the initiative to lean over her head and ask for a second stroke.

Song Qingyu: "......"

She pretended not to see it and turned her head, "You find someone to take care of the prison." ”

Fu Wenzhou's face immediately sank: "Dot? ”

"Hmm." Song Qingyu didn't notice the anger of the dogs around him, and said lightly: "Doesn't he like to be forced, let him taste the taste of being forced inside." ”

Fu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Sister, I have long said that we are a natural pair." ”

Song Qingyu was puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

Fu Wenzhou hugged her and gnawed: "It's all the same, and it's ruthless." ”

Song Qingyu: ......