ST3YC Chapter 81.3

Fu Heng didn’t say anything about it, after all, his work and rest were not in sync with his wife, and he couldn’t blame anyone.

 

But now looking back, it seems that he should be blamed.

 

“It was I who turned Qingqing into what she later became.”

 

He lowered his head, looking at his clearly outlined palm, seeming to see blood dripping down in a daze.

 

It turned out that he was the one who killed the original lively and lovely Qing Qing.

 

“I actually regret it.” Bai Qiyu didn’t care about Fu Heng’s regret: “If I didn’t leave her side back then, maybe the ending would be different now.”

 

“Unfortunately, there is no if, Qingqing is now my wife.”

 

When Fu Heng heard what Bai Qiyu said that could be called a positive provocation, he stood up and defended himself reflexively.

 

“I know.” With a wry smile, Bai Qiyu stared at the reflection in the water unconsciously, feeling like he was assisting his rival.

 

“I told you a long time ago that I know Qingqing better than you, because of her wonderful parents, Qingqing actually has a fear of marriage that others can’t understand, but she chose to marry you without hesitation…”

 

Bai Qiyu couldn’t say the unfinished words, but Fu Heng had already understood.

 

Because Gu Qingqing loved him, she entered their hellish marriage without hesitation.

 

She thought Fu Heng was different from her parents, he was the one who could give her happiness, in the end he became another version of her parents.

 

For example, for example.

 

No, it’s not the same.

 

At least Gu’s parents really love each other, even if they are bad to their children, but this feeling is beyond doubt, and Gu Qingqing can’t feel the slightest bit of love from Fu Heng.

 

Qingqing is a wife, mother, and even a sister.

 

She was working very hard to shore up her home, and eventually found it desperate, and no one in the family really considered her a wife, mother, or even sister.

 

People who have been paying, tired and disappointed, naturally want to leave.

 

If she leaves all this and leaves by herself, will her life be easier?

 

Anyway, the children have grown up, her husband is busy with work, her younger brother has a cold relationship with her, and her  adopted daughter has also gone abroad to study. No one needs Gu Qingqing. Her existence in this family is meaningless.

 

“Tweet…” The crisp bird song was no longer as low as before, and the little bird fell onto the railing of Qingqing’s bamboo raft, looking awkwardly.

 

“Would you like to know more?”

 

“Are you sad?”

 

Qingqing’s little hand nodded lightly to the bird’s head, and the child’s soft fingertips fell on the fluffy feathers, and a gentle touch was drawn.

 

“Tweet…” The little bird stretched its head and rubbed Qingqing’s fingertips, as if it was eager for her comfort.

 

Qingqing no longer looked at the bird, she stretched out her hands to hold it and put it in her arms, it was not enough, she opened her coat and put the bird in to keep it warm.

 

The teacher said, birds in winter are afraid of the cold and birds are very sad because they feel so cold, right?

 

The boatman was concentrating on rowing the boat, and Fu Sijin just took out his mobile phone to reply to someone’s message, and didn’t pay attention to Qingqing’s movements.

 

When he turned his head and saw Qing Qing with her coat open and making a posture that seemed to be holding something in her arms, he couldn’t help but wonder, “Qing Qing, is there something in your clothes?”

 

“It’s a bird!”

 

Qing Qing happily opened the coat for Fu Sijin to see.

 

“What little bird?” Fu Sijin couldn’t see anything.

 

“It’s right here.” “Qingqing lowered her head, staring stupidly at her empty arms: “Is there no bird?”

 

She searched all over her body: “How strange, the bird was there just now.”

 

“Maybe it flew away.” Fu Sijin didn’t see any birds, so he could only say to Qingqing.

 

“Qingqing didn’t even say goodbye to the bird properly.” Qingqing was a little disappointed.