A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Fu Jingyou picked up a roast duck at Quanjude and then weighed out some nuts at the department store.

Afterwards, the person came out of the building, got into the car, turned around, and headed straight home.

The car hadn't gone far when a car behind it started honking its horn repeatedly.

Fu Jingyou glanced at it, frowned, and turned the steering wheel to change lanes to the left to let the other lane pass.

After the car caught up, it first drove alongside him in the same lane.

Not long after, he sped past him again, and then kept slowing down.

Fu Jingyou found it all very strange.

If you want to overtake someone, but you realize they're about to change lanes and accelerate, the other driver will immediately make the first move.

After several rounds, Fu Jingyou pulled over to the side of the street, and the car that was in front of him also stopped.

If before it was just a guess that the other party was looking for trouble, then now it's enough to confirm that the other party is targeting him.

Fu Jingyou unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

At the same time, the driver of the car in front also got out and came over:
"Hello, is this Factory Director Fu?"

"What are you trying to do, overtake and cut me off all the way?"

Fu Jingyou's tone was displeased.

The young comrade who came over to speak saw his unfriendly expression, paused for a moment, and then quickly pointed to the car behind him and said:
"We, we came from Tianjin. Our deputy director would like to invite you over for a few words."

Jiang Fan did not get out of the car.

His personal visit to Lu Yuanzheng was out of respect for him.

But in his eyes, Fu Jingyou was, after all, a junior, and only a self-employed individual.

The fact that he personally came to Beijing to see him was already a great honor.

According to Jiang Fan's plan, he had already gone this far, so Fu Jingyou should be sensible and take the initiative to go to the car to talk to him.

But is it possible?

Upon hearing that they were from Tianjin and were deputy bureau chiefs, I realized...

Based on what his father-in-law had said before, and the visit records in the factory's affairs booklet these past few days, Fu Jingyou immediately guessed Jiang Fan's identity.

He was already holding back his anger when he was slowed down earlier, so now he simply stopped pretending:
"Who you are is none of my business! If you dare to cut me off again, believe me, I'll stab you to death!"

The young man was startled, not expecting him to be so aggressive. He paused for a moment and said:

"How dare you speak to me like that!"

"None of your business! Get out of my way!"

Fu Jingyou pushed the person away directly.

He puts on airs when asking for help, as if he were some high-ranking official.

When it comes to putting on airs, it's hard to say who'll give in.

Fu Jingyou got back into the car and drove off.

He felt disgusted even if he had to say just one more word to this kind of person.

The young man stood there dumbfounded for a long time, then walked back to the car with a bitter face and said:
"Deputy Director, this, this... what do we do now?"

"..."

Jiang Fan's face was ashen as he walked in the car.

"Go to Jingshan South Road."

"Yes!"

……

Fu Jingyou went home and took the two roast ducks to the kitchen.

Ask Wang Xiu to reserve half a portion for dinner, along with some peanuts, and send it upstairs. The rest will be eaten together at dinner.

He had barely finished giving his instructions, and before he even left the kitchen, Liu Xiaozhu came running over from the front yard:
"Brother Fu, someone's knocking on the door and saying they're looking for you!"

Fu Jingyou lowered his brows in an instant, knowing without asking who it was.

These people are really persistent.

When they really need to ask someone for a favor, they don't even know to put their minds on the right things.

"Just tell them I'm busy and don't have time today, and tell them to go back."

Fu Jingyou entered the main hall carrying an oil paper bag containing nuts.

Liu Xiaozhu had no choice but to go to the front to give a reply.

But not long after, Liu Xiaozhu ran back.

Fu Jingyou went upstairs, but Liu Xiaozhu didn't go up because he was afraid of disturbing Lu Miao's rest.

After waiting in the courtyard downstairs for a while, I spoke to Fu Jingyou when he came down:

"Brother Fu, that person said he went back first because you were busy today, and he'll come to visit again first thing tomorrow morning." That guy is so annoying and shameless.

What do you mean by "visit"?
This was clearly a notification to him, telling him to wait for them to come tomorrow.

If Jiang Fan goes to the factory, then Fu Jingyou can avoid it.

But if Jiang Fan comes directly to the house, then Fu Jingyou will really have no choice but to wait.

Fu Jingyou's eyes darkened, and his expression turned even more unpleasant.

Just then, a voice came from above:

"Brother You."

Fu Jingyou turned around and saw Lu Miao leaning against the balcony railing, looking at him.

He composed himself and smiled slightly:

"Please come in and sit down. I'll be right there."

Lu Miao nodded gently and went back inside.

Fu Jingyou reached into his breast pocket, took out a small bill, and handed it to Liu Xiaozhu:
"Go out and see if you can still buy any fruit."

"it is good."

Liu Xiaozhu took the money and went to do it, quickly buying back two jin of grapes and oranges.

Fu Jingyou came out after hearing the noise and took the grapes to the kitchen to wash them.

Then cut the oranges in half and squeeze out the juice with a spoon. It took five or six oranges to make a cup of juice.

Tang Mei saw this and sighed, saying it was both laborious and wasteful. He smiled and said:

"Better than soda."

It was hot, so he didn't feel comfortable letting Lu Miao drink soft drinks, but this fruit juice was fine.

It's just a little bit of pressure, but it's really quite time-consuming.

I can make a little gadget when I have some free time later; it might make things a bit more convenient.

Fu Jingyou, thinking to himself, carried the juice in one hand and the plate of washed grapes in the other, and went upstairs.
"Which episode is on today?"

Lu Miao said, "This is a rebroadcast of last night's episode 33. The finale should be airing tonight."

As we were talking, the guzheng overture started playing on the television.

The scene quickly shifts to an antique-style bedroom, where a young woman lies on the bed, while a girl dressed as a maidservant weeps beside her, holding a handkerchief.

"Sister Zijuan, look..."

……

There are very few TV channels available, and not many programs to watch.

The newly released TV series "Dream of the Red Chamber" this year can be considered a dark horse that emerged from the crowd.

Lu Miao had only seen clips of this old drama before, and had never seen the full version.

With nothing much to do, she would occasionally squat down to watch and pass the time.

Whether by choice or by force, Fu Jingyou would always make time to watch with her.

As the main feature began, Fu Jingyou fell silent.

Lu Miao sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow.

He took a trash can and a small stool and sat down next to her. The two of them ate grapes and watched TV in silence.

For Fu Jingyou, this kind of TV series presented through images is actually quite novel.

He was quite engrossed in watching it.

But today is different.

The series is nearing its finale; the Jia family has fallen into ruin, and Lin Daiyu is nearing the end of her life.

He couldn't bear to look at her crying, whether sitting or leaning on the bed, for more than once.

Especially in this episode, when the maid Zijuan brought over the medicine, Daiyu picked up the spoon and turned her head away, tears streaming down her face.

Fu Jingyou couldn't even eat the grapes anymore.

He frowned and instinctively picked up the remote to change the channel:

"I'm not going to watch it anymore, it's almost time for the weather forecast."

Lu Miao sat quietly watching his movements. After a long while, she leaned slightly against his shoulder, hugged him, and said:
"Brother You, I've been fine, don't worry... I'm okay, okay?"

Fu Jingyou was stunned.

In the TV series, Daiyu's frequent vomiting of blood and pale complexion in the later stages left him no choice but to think.

But at this moment, feeling the almost imperceptible warmth in his palm and the support on his shoulder, his tense back slowly relaxed.

He got up and sat on the sofa, gently pulling Lu Miao into his arms and humming in agreement. (End of Chapter)