On the day I returned home, the wind was beautiful.

The winter snow melted, and the long winter finally passed completely, ushering in a bright and gentle March spring.

The wounds on Fu Wenzhou's body have all healed, leaving no scars at all.

He held on to an angry lion cane and stopped outside the cabin, leaning slightly sideways, as if waiting for someone.

A moment later, the man who wanted to wait appeared, with a smile on the corner of his eyebrow, holding a staff in his right hand and reaching forward with his left hand.

The hands are very ornamental, the fingers are slender, the backs of the palms are large, and the bones are beautiful.

Two seconds later, a slender and small circle of hands overlapped in the palm of his hand, intersecting with the ten fingers of the big palm.

Song Qingyu was dressed in a plain white cheongsam, with a white shawl on her shoulders, her long hair was only held by a wooden hairpin, her eyebrows were like green daisies, and her eyes were rippling.

The moment she walked down, she lost all her color, as if she was the only bright color in the spring.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes never left her from beginning to end, holding Song Qingyu's hand, and the two walked forward slowly.

Yun Nian and Fu Bei walked behind.

"It's too much, it's really too much." Yun Nian glared angrily at the two figures in front of him, gritting his teeth angrily.

Fu Bei was in charge of carrying the luggage, and when he heard Yun Nian speak, it was as if he hadn't heard it.

Yun Nian continued to nag: "Do you see Fu Wenzhou's villainous appearance?" It's just hateful! Fu Bei, do you think so too? ”

Fu Bei didn't even give him a look: "I'm older than you, so I'm called brother." ”

“？” Yun Nian's eyes widened: "Why do I call you brother?" ”

"Oh, it's okay to call uncle." Fu Bei said emotionlessly.

"......" Yun Nian turned his face angrily: "You are as hateful as Fu Wenzhou!" They all bullied me for my young age! ”

Fu Bei glanced at him, he didn't like to talk for the first time in his life, and he didn't like others to talk for the second.

The kid in front of him was obviously a chatterbox, and the mouth was endless, more protruding than a machine gun.

Fu Bei didn't want to deal with him, so he quietly quickened his pace.

Yun Nian found that there was no one around him as he spoke, and his already unhappy mood suddenly worsened.

The spring breeze was blowing outside the airport, and Song Chang had been waiting there for a long time.

When he saw someone, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to say hello: "Mr. Fu, Miss, here!" ”

Song Changdu hadn't seen his young lady for almost two months, and at this time, Song Qingyu's tears were about to come out, "Miss, why have you lost so much weight." ”

Song Qingyu smiled: "Uncle Chang, you are too exaggerated. ”

This month, Yun Nian helped to recuperate her body, and she also paid attention to diet and sleep, in fact, she had gained a lot of weight.

Song Chang looked at Fu Wenzhou again, and when he saw the cane in his hand, he was suddenly shocked: "Little Mr. Fu, you ...... Are you out of this leg? ”

Fu Wenzhou: "...... Uncle Chang, can you hope that I will be better? ”

Song Qingyu smiled slightly: "Uncle Chang, he just had a little injury on his leg, and now he is unable to move, and he will recover in two months, you don't have to worry." ”

"That's good, that's good!"

Yun Nian interjected beside him: "That's not because I'm good at medicine!" ”

Song Chang finally noticed the half-grown child in the back, and walked over excitedly to hold Yun Nian's hand: "You are Master Yun Fang's apprentice!" I didn't expect to be so powerful at a young age, and sure enough, the blue is better than the blue! ”

Yun Nian's heart was full of praise, but he bowed his head shyly on the surface: "It's still ...... It's okay, it's just that billion. ”

Fu Wenzhou sneered: "Don't pretend." ”

Yun Nian: "......" or just develop a medicine to make him poisonous.

Song Chang opened the car door: "Get in the car first, and then go home." ”

The car was speeding all the way, and the airport was not close to Yalin Villa, but Song Chang drove fast, and it took more than half an hour to arrive.

After getting out of the car, Song Chang took Yun Nian to arrange accommodation, and Fu Bei followed him.

Song Qingyu returned to her home after more than two months of absence, and heard the familiar mechanical voice again, and she had the illusion of being in a different world.

"Welcome back to Song Qingyu and Fu Wenzhou's home"

The tip of Song Qingyu's nose was a little sour, and Fu Wenzhou's big palm gently kneaded her waist: "Baby, I'm home." ”

"Hmm." Song Qingyu said: "I finally arrived home safely." ”

After staying abroad for two months, Song Qingyu missed her motherland very much.

Only in this land will Song Qingyu have a sense of belonging.

There was a clanging sound in the room.

Fu Wenzhou's eyelids jumped, his eyes narrowed slightly, pushed open the door, walked in slowly with a cane, and when he saw the messy living room, his face sank: "Porridge porridge!" ”

The little cat was destroying the sofa with its sharp claws, the two black eyes turned, kicked on its hind legs, and pounced on Fu Wenzhou and began to bite his arm.

It's like complaining about why it took so long to leave a cat behind.

Fu Wenzhou watched it gnaw on his arm with a dark face, and after a while, the little cat probably felt that it was enough to vent, jumped off Fu Wenzhou's body, meowed and meowed, and lay at Song Qingyu's feet and scratched her skirt with cat paws.

Song Qingyu bent down and hugged the kitten in her arms, smiling gently: "Little porridge, do you miss me?" ”

The little kitten barked even more, and arched its furry head into Song Qingyu's arms.

Fu Wenzhou's face was almost crooked on the side.

He had never seen such a double-standard cat!

Song Qingyu went to Song's on the second day after returning to China, and there were too many projects backlogged, and she needed to deal with each of them personally.

After the company is on the right track and stabilizing, Song Qingyu wants to hire a professional team to take care of Song's like Fu Wenzhou.

She needs to take care of her body now, she can't overwork anymore, she promised Fu Wenzhou to accompany him for a lifetime, that one minute or a second is not a lifetime, so she needs to work extra hard to live.

However, before that, Song Qingyu has another thing to deal with.

In the promenade of the prison.

Song Qingyu sat on the chair, flipped through the large stack of documents in her hand, and after confirming that nothing was missing, she lowered her eyes and glanced at the time.

"Miss Song, it's time to visit."

Song Qingyu got up and nodded slightly at the prison guard: "Thank you." ”

Turned around and walked in.

After many days, when she saw Song Yuan again, Song Qingyu didn't have any waves in her heart, as if the person sitting opposite was not her father, who she hated all her life, just an ordinary stranger.

Song Yuan looked a lot older, his temples were white, his body was visibly thinner, and his whole person exuded a sluggish low pressure.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuan was also very calm, and even laughed when facing Song Qingyu: "Long time no see, my good daughter." ”