ST3YC Chapter 36.1

Qingqing Little Cat

 

The black mist covering the whole body instantly dissipated, and the roadside lights projected in through the car window and fell on Fu Sijin’s face, forming a mottled black shadow.

 

The sudden truth is unacceptable.

 

It turned out that his mother’s warning was not to control his life, but to see how insincere he was, and specifically warned him not to continue hurting others.

 

To avoid making this same mistakes again and again.

 

Unfortunately, he misunderstood her and was blamed by her own son for two years.

 

What did he…do?

 

Tugging the corners of his mouth stiffly, Fu Sijin showed an expression that looked like crying but not crying, and like smiling but not laughing. It was a bit funny, but it made Qingqing distressed.

 

“Don’t laugh.”

 

The milky little hand suddenly covered Fu Sijin’s handsome face, trying to block the distressing expression, but Qingqing’s hand was too small to stop it, she was so anxious that she almost cried.

 

 

“Ajin!” The voice of the little milk was crying, but Fu Sijin, who was already immersed in his feelings, didn’t notice.

 

“So… what did you mean by that sentence?”

 

Staring straight at the small face of Qingqing which overlapped with the face of his mother in his memory, Fu Sijin didn’t know what he was feeling right now.

 

Regret? Blame? And apology for misunderstanding mother? Maybe there are some.

 

But much more, it was heartache for that person, and heartache for the woman he called his mother.

 

“Why?”

 

With a big hand resting on Qingqing’s young shoulders, Fu Sijin seemed to be questioning her, as if he was questioning himself: “You have been misunderstood, why didn’t you explain? As long as you say… as long as you say…”

 

“If your mother said it, would you believe it?”

 

Fu Heng’s low voice came in horizontally, and the powerful big hand brought Qing Qing out of Fu Sijin’s hand and carefully hugged her back into his arms.

 

“Ajin…”

 

Suddenly being picked up, Qingqing subconsciously grasped Fu Heng’s clothes, but still did not forget Fu Sijin, who was in a wrong state.

 

“A Jin is uncomfortable, uncle, let’s take him to see the uncle in white clothes, OK? But the injection hurts…”

 

Thinking of the terrible needle, Qingqing couldn’t help but wrinkle her face, with a frightened look, but she still mustered up the courage to comfort Fu Sijin: “A Jin don’t be afraid, let’s go to the doctor together, Qingqing will help you beg Uncle Baiyi , Let him not give you an injection, okay?”

 

The tone of discussion is just like coaxing a child who is afraid of injections.

 

It’s just that this kind of remark was said by a three-year-old child, which is more cute and funny.

 

This picture is a bit familiar.

 

Fu Sijin’s chaotic brain thought for a long time before finally remembering. Isn’t this what he said when he coaxed Qingqing to rehabilitate?

 

Unexpectedly, that same words he said was now used by Qingqing.

 

Obviously it was a very depressive state, but Fu Sijin was still amused by Qing Qing.

 

 

The big stone squeezing his heart seemed to have been moved away. Fu Sijin let out a sigh of relief and leaned back slowly.

 

“I’m all right.”

 

Looking up at his father’s seemingly serious but worried face, and looking at the Qing Qing who wanted to break free from Fu Heng’s arms and throw herself on him, Fu Si apologized: “I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s fine to take a break first.”

 

Fu Heng patted his son on the shoulder, and helplessly loosened the restraint on Qingqing, letting her crawl into Fu Sijin’s arms with her hands and feet, and nestled in her own way, and she had to use Fu Sijin’s big hand as a quilt that covered her belly.

 

The small body with the smell of milk in his arms gave Fu Sijin a great sense of peace. He gradually relaxed and fell asleep like this.

 

The car was swaying, Qingqing felt as if she had been put in a cradle, and gradually became sleepy.

 

While rubbing her eyes sleepily, she insisted on refusing to go to sleep. She whispered to Fu Heng, “Uncle will take A Jin to the doctor.”

 

“Yes.” Fu Heng promised in a low voice, “I will find the best psychiatrist to cure our son.”

 

Gently took off Qingqing’s little hand rubbing her eyes, took off her suit jacket and covered it with Fu Sijin.

 

Staring at the two children resting together, Fu Heng’s face was hidden in the shadows, not real.

 

What happened today was like a dream.

 

Qingqing woke up the next day, without changing her clothes, and ran to find Fu Sijin in her bear pajamas.

 

She thought she would run into a miserable lamb who was in desperate need of her comfort and guidance.

 

In the end, she met a rare arrogant man who put on casual clothes and was looking at the full-length mirror.

 

Qing Qing: “???”

 

Little doubts filled her big eyes.

 

Did she dream yesterday?

 

“Qing Qing is awake.”

 

When Fu Sijin turned his head and saw Qingqing, he walked quickly over, picked her up under her armpit, and threw her high.

 

“Yeah!” Qing Qing whispered in fright. After the reaction came over, there was already a big smile on her face.

 

“A Jin is cured?”

 

“…” Fu Sijin was choked for a while, and then said helplessly: “That’s not true, just suddenly wanted to loosen up. ”

 

It is not his character to be obsessed with the past. Since he is the one who found the wrong person, then take practical actions to make up for it.

 

Even if the cracks cannot be completely repaired in the end, at least the losses must be stopped in time to reduce the damage to those he loves.

 

 

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