Doting on Mr. Su (53) - Everyday is a rainy day at Tianya Book Club

  March 17th, sunny turning into light rain.

  I sit on the balcony in a daze, watching the water droplets flow down the glass, with endless melancholy.

  Isn't this year's rain falling a bit early?

  The phone on the reminder of the whole body care schedule rang several times, in the empty room, stimulating the eardrum repeatedly.

  The room is as quiet as if no one was there, the sound of a falling needle can be heard, I really want to have an invisible cloak like Harry Potter's, and hide myself too.

  On this moldy afternoon, Fu Chaoyang returned.

  He fiercely questioned me why the genuine key couldn't open the door of his own home!

  I said with confidence that I changed the lock!

  He just praised "You're great" and didn't say another word, pulling his luggage with steam all over him upstairs.

  Don't doubt it, this is just sarcasm.

  This afternoon I went out to buy pork ribs for soup, when I came back, I saw a very familiar Maserati parked at the entrance opposite my door, red and eye-catching.

  My heart skipped a beat and I suddenly burst out laughing!

  He's done something unpleasant again, does he think I'll be happy or thank him?

  No!

  Not at all!

  Does he know what state I am in now?

  Now I'm not calm whenever I mention Su Hao, I'm so angry I could die! He even brought him home!

  Does this have to be so utterly ruthless and leave me with nowhere to hide?

  I don't want to cry anymore, can't you just let me go?

  In order not to disturb the people in the house, I even opened the lock as if I were a thief.

  The two of them were not in the hall, so I dared to take a deep breath.

  It's really laughable, this is still my home.

  I walked towards the kitchen and found two pairs of slippers placed at the entrance of Fu Chaoyang's taekwondo training room...

  His mind quickly came up with a few possibilities, and he lectured Mr. Su again in the tone of an elder brother?

  By the time I realized what I was doing, I had already pushed open the door of the training room...

  Two people were lying on the foam pad inside the door. One of them suddenly sat up with his back to me.

  Fu Chaoyang's cold and eerie laughter echoed through the air.

  My eyes moistened in an instant.

  That silhouette with its back to me is as familiar as if it had merged into my blood.

  Why is he turning his back on me?

  Should we let Fu Chaoyang get beaten up?

  I lowered my eyelids, covering the heartache and reluctance, unable to say anything, unable to do anything, in the end... could only silently close the door.

  Two people who are over fifty years old still use fighting as a way to solve problems... don't know if it's childish or really having no other choice.

  I was dealing with pork ribs in the kitchen, preparing ingredients, and couldn't help but recall that time I fought with Mr. Su for control of the kitchen, it felt so real and vivid... I lost focus for a moment, and cut my hand, fresh blood dripping onto the five-flower meat, a subtle harmony.

  I went to the living room medicine cabinet to find a band-aid, and just as I was putting it on, the training room door opened. I wasn't mentally prepared at all, and when I saw Mr. Su's bright red eyes, I couldn't help but tremble - his sleep was even worse than mine?

  His cheekbone was swollen and his mouth corner was bruised. He belatedly raised his hand to cover it, but I had already seen everything.

  I have never seen him so disheveled before.

  My heart aches more strongly than ever... and for some reason I asked: "Why don't you stay for dinner?"

  I really can't help but give this motor-mouth a good slap!

  I thought he wouldn't respond when he suddenly gave a barely audible "good" and then followed with a low, stifled laugh, probably because it tugged at the corner of his mouth.

  He's really going all out against Chaoyang...

  I blinked away the moisture in my eyes and told him, "Take a nap on the couch for a while, I'll call you when dinner is ready," then escaped into the kitchen.

  Still can't face him calmly, yet can't bear to let him go back. What is this... after all?

  Although it's hard to face him, she'd rather endure pain and suffering than let him go. What is this, anyway?

  I really think I'm going crazy.

  To avoid a second cut, I desperately shook my head to shake off all the miscellaneous things in my mind, and then put on a disposable glove on my left hand, continuing to focus on cutting ingredients.

  How to say?

  There are two more people at home, but it's still quiet as if I'm alone.

  I tiptoed out and saw Mr. Su's half calf on the sofa, he was asleep.

  I went upstairs to find a woolen blanket to cover him, and then I brought the medicine box over, dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant, and carefully dotted it on the place where he was bleeding... The whole process was done with great care.

  His eyelashes fluttered.

  My heart tightened and I hastily withdrew my hand.

  He was again with a slightly troubled sleeping face. His eyebrows were furrowed towards the center, his lips were also closed somewhat stiffly, and his entire face looked stern.

  He had a faint stubble on his chin, and the scent of Longyan incense on his body was mixed with a faint smell of smoke...

  It's really laughable when you think about it...

  A Cold War, A Farewell...

  He fell in love with cigarettes, I fell in love with wine.

  If only you knew, I've always been as genuine and disdainful of lies as I was before.

  I opened my mouth, but ultimately left the words unspoken in my heart.

  In this world, plans never change as fast.

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  Dinner consisted of four dishes and one soup, with a sweet dessert of crispy fried yam balls.

  Fu Chaoyang sarcastically sighed: "This life is quite good, even eating dinner is so particular?"

  Reality has destined him to sing solo.

  Neither I nor Mr. Su have the extra thought of arguing with him about poverty.

  Anyway, I don't have it.

  He stayed overnight at Chaoyang in 187.

  I was so startled that I spilled all the soup.

  He tactfully declined, saying he had a lawsuit to deal with tomorrow.

  Don't joke around, if you don't want to then just say so, why make up excuses?

  With injuries and bruises, go to court?

  What's wrong? Did the great lawyer suffer a physical attack or something?

  It's going to have a lot of bad effects.

  This meal I specified is indigestible, peeled off a bowl of rice and half a bowl of rib soup, and I withdrew halfway.

  I feel like I'm going crazy!

  Don't want him to stay overnight, but don't want him to leave either, don't want to see him, and hate that he's making excuses!

  Is there still a way to spend this day?

  I've gone crazy! Forget it!

  I went crazy in bed again.

  Pillows were thrown all over the place, and hair was grasped like a bird's nest.

  I'm at a loss with Mr. Su this time.

  The next day, Fu Chaoyang came to talk to me and asked me to confess the truth as soon as he arrived.

  I blinked: "A cold war, a quarrel, a breakup, it's all part of the normal process, what's the big deal?"

  His eyebrows jumped straight up: "Cold war? Quarreling is fine, but breaking up? You really don't know how high the sky and thick the earth are, do you? This is just a few days after meeting your parents? Turn around and you're making a fuss about breaking up? You won't let people live!" He was truly furious, and he fiercely wiped his face, trying to calm down: "Tell me, who gave you the photo."

  "Courier."

  "Can't you be more sincere?"

  I'm really helpless, throwing up my hands: "You're really a courier, can't you see the sincerity in my eyes?"

  "Have you hired a private investigator?"

  I suddenly felt desolate: "Do you believe it too?"

  "I knew you didn't have the guts! You're such an idiot, you don't even know which direction a private detective agency's door opens!" He suddenly stood up and kicked the bookshelf, his eyes wide with anger: "Those scoundrels are convinced it was you who hired them to follow and take pictures, but your cleverness always seems to desert you at critical moments! How did you manage to get yourself into this mess?"

  I remained silent for a long time, and with difficulty opened my mouth: "Did he believe it too?"

  The sound had barely faded when tears streamed down her face.

  Fu Chaoyang saw the situation, and his temper was gone, leaving only sighs. He squatted down in front of me, clumsily wiping away my tears: "He doesn't dare to believe it, if he did, I'd make sure he can't get up again. What right does he have to let my precious little sister bear the consequences of his mistakes? How many times have you suffered such injustice since you were young?"

  "He's a lawyer, he values facts and evidence..." I couldn't get out of this. I closed my eyes to hold back tears: "This matter... let's just end it here, how the truth is, let him judge for himself. If he really thinks I'd do something like that, then we... don't need to be together anymore..."

  He probably didn't expect me to give up so easily, his body stiffened for a moment, and finally he also agreed, comforting me by saying: "...there are many good men in the world, he doesn't count as anything."

  "Uh-huh."

  My smile is accompanied by tears.

  If this is the ending that Su Hao and I are destined for, then let it come sooner and end sooner.