It was already late at night when the plane landed, and it was a red-eye flight with a time difference of more than ten hours. Fu Yanzhuo was dizzy when he got off the plane. Seeing the driver waving at him, he didn't rush over, but took off his glasses and squeezed them first.He squeezed his eyebrows.

Headache.

Returning home in a hurry, just because of a few small talk with Sui Min after the meeting.

We chatted for a few words and didn't have much content, but Fu Yanzhuo felt very unhappy in his heart, even a little restless.

In the past half a year, he has regarded Zhang Yao as a part of his own family. It is not too exaggerated to say that he treats Zhang Yao as his own. He originally thought that the brat was picky and difficult because of his rich family and was spoiled.Is it because of neglect and stocking?

Before Zhang Yao’s father had an accident, he was always busy with various jobs. The couple divorced very early. Zhang Zhao was not at home for a few days in a year. Sui Min said that he had helped Zhang Yao attend parent-child meetings several times for Zhang Zhao.On the first day, when drop by to send Zhang Yao home, Zhang Yao is often very silent.

Sui Min's words were very brief, but Fu Yanzhuo almost immediately thought of the first time he and the boy met, Zhang Yao wore earphones and hung his head, immersed in his own world as if no one was around.

Sui Min said that Zhang Yao lived in a very large and empty villa, and there were no other living things in the villa except Zhang Yao and the hourly workers who showed up and left on time.

That kind of life, just listening to it, makes people feel barren. Even a mature adult living in that environment will become withdrawn, let alone a child?

Fu Yanzhuo understood almost immediately why Zhang Yao's rebellion was so unusual, it wasn't rebellion at all.

It's the habitual rejection of people thousands of miles away, the awkwardness of being at a loss for warmth, and the clumsy worry about gains and losses.

The north city was brightly lit at night, Fu Yanzhuo looked out the window and lit a cigarette, and slowly began to regret it.He thought that he was too sophisticated and tactful, he only wanted to break through from the outside, and never thought about deeply understanding the deep-seated reasons why Zhang Yao's things to him were easy to blow up.

He always thought that Zhang Yao was arrogant and self-willed because of his wealthy family, so even though he followed him, he always laughed at Zhang Yao's childishness and willfulness in his heart. Even from the deepest part of his heart, he regarded Zhang Yao's willfulness as trouble, and tookAll kinds of measures are just to deal with trouble - he always regards Zhang Yao as a trouble, and uses various means only for his own convenience.

Because he agreed, he regarded taking care of Zhang Yao as a task to complete.And Zhang Yao also clearly understood this point at the very beginning, so the Chuhe-Han circle knew clearly that it was he who insisted on breaking the sideline with the adult methods he was proud of.

Zhang Yao was right, he was domesticating him.

The car stopped at the door, the driver went to stop for a rest, Fu Yanzhuo got out of the car but didn't go in immediately, he lit a cigarette at the door first, the lighter reflected the flame, and the burning tobacco gave off a light tobacco smell.

The cigarette was burning between the slender knuckles, Fu Yanzhuo turned around and sat on the steps, feeling that Zhang Zhao was really a bastard.

If you can't take care of your family and can't cultivate an independent life well, why delay the life of your partner and children?

He probably knew why Zhang Yao had such a big reaction to what Song Qi and himself said before, and he thought, it's really rare for Zhang Yao to lose his temper with him.

Thinking about it this way, I am also a bastard.

Fu Yanzhuo sighed heavily, it was late at night, and he had to wait until tomorrow to say anything, the document he sent back the day before probably stabbed the brat's hornet's nest again, what should we do now?

Boss Fu really had a headache. Originally, he just remembered that Zhang Yao should choose a school. He asked someone to collect some information and sent it to Zhang Yao, expressing that he was paying attention to his affairs.

The little boy has been silent for a day, and he doesn't know what is brewing again.

This time, are you planning to go to school without saying a word, or are you planning to start a cold war again?

Upstairs, Zhang Yao noticed when the car stopped at the door.

He was playing a game, but when he heard the sound of brakes, he couldn't help but glanced from the window, and saw Fu Yanzhuo get off the car.

Boss Fu, who has always been in a hurry and even a bit sullen, is walking heavily today, and he doesn't know what's wrong.

At the gate, Fu Yanzhuo got out of the car, and Lao Zhang went to park the car, but there was no movement outside the door.

He couldn't resist walking out of the door, and looked down from the window at the end of the corridor. He couldn't see anyone, but the smoke curled up, and the slight smell of tobacco floated up, melted in the street lamp, and disappeared into the night.

The smoke was half burned, and Fu Yanzhuo was calming down when the latch above his head rang and the window opened.

Fu Yanzhuo raised his head in surprise, and saw Zhang Yao poking his head out.

The two looked at each other, Zhang Yao didn't speak, and still pursed his lips and looked unhappy - this is the usual expression of the little boy, as if someone owed him millions.

After staring at each other for a while, Zhang Yao just didn't speak, Fu Yanzhuo tilted his head and smiled, which came from his chest, in a low voice, a little stuffy: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Playing a game." Zhang Yao said.

Fu Yanzhuo's smile deepened, feeling that the cold and awkward little boy was particularly pleasing to the eye today, and his tone was gentle and unaware: "It's so late, stay up a little less and go to bed early."

Zhang Yao ignored him and asked, "Why are you back?"

Boss Fu flicked the cigarette ash and said, "The business is over."

The people downstairs are sitting on the steps with their heads up, their lenses reflect the light of the street lamps, Zhang Yao feels that Fu Yanzhuo looks easy to talk today—although he usually looks easy to talk, but most of the time he just 'looks',For example, the last time, he heard that there was a robot exhibition in the Science and Technology Museum on Wednesday, and he wanted to see it, but when he proposed to skip the exam that day to go to the exhibition, Fu Yanzhuo didn’t speak at that time, and nodded with a smile.Throwing him to school, she still smiled and told the teacher in charge that she planned to skip the exam, so when he left later, no matter whether she said she was uncomfortable or not, don't believe it, she was definitely planning to run away.

Although he took him to another city to see the exhibition on the weekend, Zhang Yao was still very angry about that matter—this is what Fu Laohu said about equality!

But today he looked very gentle.He looked up at himself in the night, at that moment, Zhang Yao felt that Fu Yanzhuo was very much like a member of his family.No, no, it's my family members who are very similar to Fu Yanzhuo.

He suddenly had a strong premonition in his heart that he could stay.

The cigarette was almost finished, Zhang Yao suddenly said: "Wait for me!" The voice was urgent, as if Fu Yanzhuo would disappear soon.

It was a feeling similar to a sixth sense, very strong, but Zhang Yao was afraid that it was an illusion, so he wanted to confirm it quickly.

"What?" Fu Yanzhuo didn't react, the person at the window had disappeared, but soon, the voice-activated light on the first floor turned on, and the young man appeared at the door, standing still while holding the door frame.

Boss Fu flicked the cigarette ash, intending to pinch the cigarette, but Zhang Yao had already walked over, his thin chest was heaving violently, and he walked in a hurry these few steps.

Fu Yanzhuo paused, did not move, looked at Zhang Yao's piercing gaze, and felt that something big was about to happen.

Boss Fu, who was not surprised at all, simply sat on the ground, his movements became more relaxed, and he continued to smoke the cigarette, thinking that once in a while, it's okay.

Zhang Yao also sat down, and his breathing was not smooth when he sat down.

He asked: "Fu Yanzhuo, does smoking bother you?"

Boss Fu laughed angrily: "Zhang Yao, you should be a little more polite, no matter what, I'm your elder."

This time he spoke very sincerely, but Zhang Yao ignored him, and Fu Yanzhuo had no choice but to continue, "It's not really a worry, it's just that there are some things that I don't have a clue for a while."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yao stretched out his hand, but Fu Yanzhuo didn't understand. Immediately after his fingers were empty, Zhang Yao took the cigarette from his knuckles, and took a sip like Fu Yanzhuo.Just spit it out.

But still a bit bitter.

He looked over, and Fu Yanzhuo looked at him quietly, without stopping.

The picky young master doesn't like this taste, and he doesn't quite understand how Fu Yanzhuo likes it.

Seeing his frown, Boss Fu finally laughed: "Little brat, you're only a little older, so you're going to smoke like an adult?"

The young man put out the cigarette butt on the ground with his hand. Fu Yanzhuo took a look at Zhang Yao. He was still a child, even if he was smart, he was still immature.It looks like it's always boring, but in fact, as long as you use a little distraction, you will be happy or unhappy on your face, which is obvious.

"Have you read the document sent to you yesterday?"

Zhang Yao nodded and lowered his eyes, like a homeless animal.

Fu Yanzhuo sighed, he was kind, and this matter itself was right, but it was wrong to put it on Zhang Yao, he was confused before he knew it, this step must be given by himself.

He was about to ask Zhang Yao where he wanted to go and whether he wanted to stay in North City, but before he opened his mouth, Zhang Yao spoke first, his eyes were a little hesitant, but he spoke in a hurry, afraid that he would stop talking: "Fu Yanzhuo, you said that as long as I don't leave, you want to stayAny time?"

Boss Fu nodded, his heart was astringent, and his face didn't show. He looked at the little thing who was eagerly looking at him waiting to be judged, and thought to himself what kind of plea is this?With such a small matter, why look at yourself so anxiously?

Is it too much?Not at all excessive.Fu Yanzhuo nodded slowly: "Of course."

"I plan to apply for the winter camp." Zhang Yao hung his head and finished slowly: "The winter camp of Beijing University, I think..."

Overcoming the panic of possible rejection and abandonment, he tried not to beat around the bush.

The directness in the past was another form of self-protection. This is the first time Zhang Yao has put forward what he really wants. Although he is beating his heart, he just feels that whatever he says today will be satisfied. His confidence comes from watchingA strange premonition that is invisible and intangible.

But at this point, he gradually began to hesitate.

Fu Yanzhuo patted his head: "OK."

Zhang Yao looked up in surprise, and Fu Yanzhuo was looking at him, looking down now, but his eyes were the same as when he looked up at him just now, still gentle and more tolerant than ever.

The voice was also soft, like a feather, lighter than the smoke that floated up just now, gently scratching my heart, quieter than the night.

"It's getting late." Fu Yanzhuo looked at Zhang Yao with a surprised face, and was relieved that he had taken root from him, so he became more gentle and touched the back of the head with a few little things: "Rest early."

good night good night~