24. Entrust, go home

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date="2020-10-25"

title="24. Entrust, go home"

weight="97837"

series = ["Break Up, Next"]

mode = "manual"

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Not in the mood for lunch, Su Fu drove back to City A after seeing Su Jing.

It was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived in City A, and Su Fu was so exhausted, he did not go to the No. 3 water pavilion to pick up the papers, first returned to Jinghe's apartment, and started cleaning and decorating alone.

While working and thinking about Su Jing's affairs, I realized that I only knew a rough idea, and didn't ask what kind of person the man is, is he a classmate or a member of society? What does the man think about Su Jing's child? Will he marry before the child is born?

The more I thought about it, the more worried Su Fu felt. This matter should be known to his parents. Su Jing gave birth to a child outside by herself. It is not safe to think about it. But if you let your parents know, Su Jing will be over.

Why are there so many bad things recently? Su Fu sighed helplessly while dragging the ground.

In the evening, Su Fu went out and bought two Mid-Autumn Festival gifts, one for his parents tomorrow, and one for the Tang family father and son. With so much care from Tang Sibo, he should be polite.

After scouring the supermarket, in addition to moon cake gifts, I also bought many new home items, including various toys and enlightenment books.

I just checked out and put the big and small bags in the trunk, the phone rang, and at first glance, it was an unfamiliar number.

Su Fu often received calls from some parents. He did not block unfamiliar numbers, and answered after a few rings. There was a soft voice of children.

"Dad, are you back?" Xiao Juan Juan.

Hearing the sound of rolling, Su Fu's depressed mood improved a lot. Although he was behind the phone, he curled his mouth and said softly: "Come back, Dad cleaned up his new home, and will go later. Uncle Tang’s house, whose cell phone are you holding?"

Tang Sibo’s phone number, Su Fu, is stored in the phone, not this.

Hearing Su Fu's return, Juan Juan laughed happily, and said with a milky voice: "It's Brother Tang, Juan Juan will call~"

Su Fu remembered that this was indeed the phone number that Juan Juan had been carrying on his back.

Knowing he was waiting for praise, Su Fu quickly smiled and praised: "Juanjuan is really amazing."

Juan Juan giggled again, "My dad, come to eat, Uncle Tang has made a lot of delicious food, you are back, Uncle Tang said, just come."

When he talked about a long sentence, Xiao Juanjuan started to squat again, but Su Fu could understand what he meant and gave up the plan of a person to eat casually outside before going to the Tang family villa.

"Okay, Dad is here, you can eat first."

"Wait for little dad, Uncle Tang is still making soup."

"Well, Dad is here."

Su Fu took the Mid-Autumn Festival ceremony to the Tang family villa.

Tang Sibo saw this, thanked him and accepted it. He knew that he had to be polite with Su Fu, it would be endless, everyone was so familiar, it would be easier to be straightforward.

"The parents of the students didn't prepare gifts for the teacher, but Miss Su gave them the other way around."

Su Fu smiled and said sincerely: "Mr. Tang has helped me so much, I should."

Tang Sibo sighed helplessly, and patted Su Fu on the shoulder, "It's all friends, don't be so polite in the future, let's eat."

Su Fu smiled and nodded, Tang Sibo's friend, he listened very warmly. He finally has a friend who can make heart-to-heart, making himself less lonely and less hesitating in trouble.

Not seeing each other for a day, Juan Juan missed Su Fu very much, and was tired of being by her side as soon as she met. Su Fu hugged him onto a raised chair and sat down, rubbing his little curls, and picking vegetables for him.

Tang Sibai really made a table of delicious dishes. Su Fu had eaten his pasta and fried poached eggs before. Although it was delicious, he thought this rich man should only make some simple ones. I can do whatever I think of, marveling and admiring in my heart.

"There is nothing wrong with your sister, right?" Tang Sibo knew that Su Fu was going to visit her sister in City B. As for other things, Su Fu didn't elaborate.

Speaking of his sister, Su Fu's mood sank after just getting better.

Although Tang Sibo had said that he had something to say to him in the future, it was impossible for Su Fu to just say that to the outside world because of Su Jing's reputation.

"It's okay, it's fine. I'm in love and don't want to go home."

Tang Sibai laughed and said, "It looks like my brother, now a college student, it's like a relationship with something, it can't be separated every minute, and he won't return home."

Su Fu also smiled, but smiled a little sly.

One is that Su Jing’s matter is not the same as what Tang Sibai said, and the other is that he remembered his and He Shaoqi’s college time. Although it is not as exaggerated as Tang Sibai said, it is still together whenever he has time. Love is the most innocent at first, isn't it?

It is a pity that no matter how beautiful it was at the beginning, after all, it will not be able to withstand the consumption of life. Love can never be just love, nor can it be just love.

"Dad, my uncle broke up yesterday." Tang Luoke interrupted.

Tang Sibo raised his eyebrows, not too surprised, his younger brother was getting used to it.

"He called you again?"

"Well, I told him that I am busy studying, and studying makes me happy, but my uncle said he couldn't find someone to talk to."

Tang Luoke complained with a serious face that his uncle interrupted his study, and Su Fu was amused by him.

Tang Sibo told Tang Luoke that if he was harassed in the future, he could simply shut down the phone. Tang Luoke responded seriously.

This topic was exposed in a few words, Su Fugang broke up, and Tang Sibo thoughtfully avoided the topic of breaking up.

"Which university is your sister in City B?" Tang Sibo changed the subject.

Su Fuzheng laughed at Tang Luo Ke's cuteness, while helping the roll peel the shrimp, "V is big, the flight attendant professional there is more famous, and I went there."

Tang Sibai raised his eyebrows: "V is a major flight attendant? By coincidence, so is my cousin. I heard you say that your sister is a senior? Maybe they are still in the same class."

There are a large number of majors in flight attendants. One major is divided into two classes. As for whether Su Jing is in Class 1 or Class 2, Su Fu is not very clear.

"Such a coincidence?" Su Fu was also a little surprised.

Tang Sibo nodded, his expression gentle, "Now you don't need to worry, I will ask my cousin to take care of you."

Su Fu was taken aback, he didn't think about it, but Tang Sibo said that, he felt warm in his heart.

"Thank you, I feel a little worried about her."

But now Su Jing is not in school and can't take care of it anymore. Since Su Jing wants to give birth to the child, she must go through the formalities of suspension. Tell Tang Sibo about these inconveniences, and Su Fu could only sigh secretly.

"Don't worry, my brother is also in V. Otherwise, my family is in city B. It's okay to let my older brother and sister take care of him."

Su Fu was taken aback, and then he realized that the Tang family and his son were originally from City B.

"No need, it's too much trouble for you." Su Fu shook his head again and again, just forget it with a school's care, and it was too much trouble to trouble Tang Sibo's older brother and sister.

Tang Sibo smiled and did not insist.

That night, Su Fu went back to Jinghe's apartment alone.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Teng Yuan also has two days off. Su Fu wants to go home to see his parents. This time he is determined to fight a protracted battle.

His father is stubborn and stubborn. Although Su Fu knows that his attitude is showing signs of softening, he will never show it to himself on the surface. Tomorrow will be more fierce, and Su Fu can’t carry the scrolls, which will scare him. .

Su Fu originally wanted to trouble Tang Sibo one more day and take care of the scrolls, but he did not expect that the Tang family and his son would return to City B tomorrow for Mid-Autumn Festival. This makes it hard to trouble others. Su Fu is a little bit distressed about whom he can entrust the scroll to. He is absolutely uneasy, and his colleagues are not very troublesome. After all, they are just colleagues, and they will trouble others without a festival. Bring your own children.

Just when Su Fu was in distress, Tang Sibai smiled and said that it was okay and he could take the roll to City B. Su Fu has always faintly known that the Tang family is either rich or noble. It would be nice to trouble Tang Sibo for a while. It would be bad if he interrupted their family's holiday, so he shook his head and refused.

However, in the end, the scroll was left behind by the Tang family and his son.

Originally, they wanted to stay in Sufu, but it was not good to stay in other people's homes. In the end, they declined and went back to Jinghe alone.

Su Fu did not sleep well that night.

Maybe it's that the new home is still a little strange, maybe it's a little bit worried about going home tomorrow, maybe there's also worry about Su Jing, worry about Juan Juan, after all, tossing and turning have not fallen asleep much.

At 8 o’clock the next morning, Juan Juan called Tang Luoke’s cell phone again, telling Su Fu that he and Tang Uncle Tang had already set off for City B, and said how majestic a bridge across the river and the scenery along the way are. It was so good-looking, it dissipated a lot of the tension in Su Fu's heart.

He asked Juan Juan to give Tang Sibo the phone and thanked him again.

Tang Sibo assured him that Xiao Juan Juan would not be bullied, and finally let Su Fu not embarrass himself too much.

Su Fu listened, holding the phone tightly and tightly until he finally hung up the phone without letting his heartbeat calm down.

Tang Sibo's gentle care made him inexplicably fascinated, even though he knew that this was only a concern among ordinary friends. He has probably not been cared for for too long, and he is extremely addicted to this feeling.

After hanging up the phone, Su Fu sat on the sofa in the small living room, watching the gifts ready for his parents on the coffee table, slowly calming down his nervous mood, and finally took a deep breath, picked up things, went out, and took it with him. Deathly determination.

The car was parked on the side of the road outside the old community. Like countless times in the past, Su Fu put down the car window and looked nervously at a window on the third floor of 2 buildings.

Coincidentally, very frighteningly, when Su Fu looked at it, a person from the window also looked over!

It's Father Su.

Su Fu was taken aback and almost bounced and hit the roof of the car. He felt uneasy, his hands on the steering wheel trembling unconsciously. He kept telling himself that his father's attitude had softened and his parents missed himself, don't be afraid, don't shrink back.

After doing this several times, Su Fu opened the door and got out of the car. The head didn't dare to look there anymore, keeping a slightly low posture stiffly, walked around behind the car, took out things from the trunk, took a deep breath, and walked towards the community.

As he walked, Su Fu couldn't control himself, and then secretly looked up at the window.

However, the window is closed and there is no one.

While Su Fu breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little lost. Was it a mistake that I just saw, or did my father not want to see me?

Following the path in his memory, Su Fu slowly climbed up the stairs of two buildings with a unit.

This community has been around for many years, and the handrails of the stairs have also been rusted.

Su Fu still remembers that when Su Jing was young, he took her little hand and taught her to climb the stairs. At that time, the little Su Jing was very frightened, holding her hand tightly with one hand, and firmly holding the vertical railing of the stair railing with the other. She comforted her softly and praised and encouraged her.

At that time, my mother was standing on the platform and said with a smile that Su Fu was really a good brother, who snatched snacks from his sister every day from his son.

Su Fu walked slowly along the stairs and touched the rusty handrails. His nose was slightly sour and his eyes were hot.

He is not a good brother, nor is he a good son.

When he reached the third floor, Su Fu was taken aback before he recovered from his memories.

The door of the house is actually open? !

It seems that my father really saw himself just now. He opened the door now, did he allow himself to enter the door?

Su Fu was a little excited, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his steps became a little anxious.

Unexpectedly, just about to approach the door, a teacup came straight towards Su Fu's facade. Su Fu couldn't react, with a muffled sound, and the teacup hit his forehead, making his head a little dumb with pain.