I became popular in the 1970s by disguising myself as a man

"Mr. Zhou, wake up, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Zhou Xingyu opened his eyes suddenly. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, the light in his eyes went out instantly, and a mocking smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Laughing at myself for being whimsical and daydreaming, I calculated carefully that I have been abroad for six years, and I have been numbing myself with work.

Looking at the girl in front of him who was calling his name anxiously, her eyebrows looked a little like Feng Fang, Zhou Xingyu felt that he should go back.

This girl was met by Zhou Xingyu when he was abroad. Apart from the similarities between her eyebrows and eyes, her personality was also very similar to Feng Fang's.

"I'm fine. Hasn't your boyfriend come to pick you up yet?"

"Here he is, right outside."

Zhou Xingyu smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Go ahead, don't keep him waiting."

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Looking at the girl's retreating back, Zhou Xingyu seemed to be looking at Feng Fang, walking step by step towards their happiness.

Beautiful people should have a happy ending that belongs to them.

In a certain alley in Beijing City, a group of children came running from a distance, laughing and playing.

"Sister, slow down, dad will have to beat me again if I fall down!"

Heredity is really a magical thing. The little girl in front of her is only eight or nine years old, but she looks exactly like Zhong Zhiran.

When the little girl almost fell, Zhou Xingyu picked her up.

"Thank you uncle."

Zhou Xingyu touched the little girl's head, and soon a group of children behind him also ran over.

At a casual glance, he saw the little girl who should have belonged to him and Feng Fang in his dream, with two braids swaying on her head, running and calling "sister" with a smile.

"Uncle, why are you crying?"

Only then did Zhou Xingyu realize that he had burst into tears and squatted down as if to touch his daughter.

"Kid, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhao Fanghua."

Youthful? Fragrance and beauty are mixed together, and the fragrance of Qiang comes out...

Zhou Xingyu took out a notebook from his pocket, tore off a few pieces of paper, folded a paper rose and handed it to the little girl.

"You are so good-looking. My uncle likes you very much. I will give this to you."

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"Everyone is back for dinner!"

"My mother told us it's time to eat, let's go quickly!"

A group of children ran away again, leaving Zhou Xingyu standing blankly for a while before turning around and leaving.

"Hey, Fanghua, come here and show me, where did this rose come from? It's really pretty."

Feng Fang and Zhong Zhiran also came over after hearing the sound, and were stunned when they saw the paper rose in Xiao Fanghua's hand.

"Auntie will take you to wash your hands, and let mom hold the flowers for you."

Zhong Zhiran took the flower from the little girl's hand and handed it to Feng Fang. Both of them understood the meaning in her eyes. Feng Fang lowered her head and looked at the heart of the flower. There were two sentences written on the innermost two petals, "I wish you peace, joy and happiness." happy'.

Looking at this familiar handwriting, Feng Fang was in a trance. On the night when she and Zhou Xingyu received their certificates, their room was filled with red paper roses, just like the one in her hand. Each flower had the words " Every sentence contains Zhou Xingyu's longing for a bright future for the two of them. Every sentence contains him and her. After seeing what he wanted to see, Zhou Xingyu returned home. He hadn’t been back for so many years. Everything seemed to have changed, and there were shadows of the past everywhere.

Mother Zhou rushed over to Zhou Xingyu when she saw him. For so many years, she had been living in regret all the time. Finally, she saw her son, and there was only one thing she could say out of a thousand words.

"Son, Mom misses you."

Zhou Xingyu sorted out his emotions.

"Mom, I'm hungry, please give me another bowl of noodles."

Zhou's mother responded quickly and gave Zhou Xingyu a bowl of noodles while crying. She thought she would never see her son again in this life, and it would be nice to come back.

Watching Zhou Xingyu eat the noodles he made, Zhou's mother felt indescribably happy. She felt that she should talk to her son about something. She had a lot to say in her heart, but she didn't know where to start.

As soon as Zhou Xingyu looked up, he saw a tin frog toy on the table. Zhou's mother's eyes were already on Zhou Xingyu, and she immediately followed Zhou Xingyu's gaze.

"This is your aunt's grandson's toy. He dropped it when he came to play last time..."

Zhou's mother's words stopped abruptly, and she realized later that she seemed to have mentioned someone Zhou Xingyu didn't want to hear.

"Mom, do you still have noodles? I'm not full."

"Yes..., yes, mom will serve it for you."

Zhou Xingyu looked at the frog in trance. During this period of time, Zhou Xingyu would think of that too real dream from time to time.

People always know what is most precious after losing something, but there are too many forks in the road and too many choices in a person's life.

Because of that dream, Zhou Xingyu also had various, perhaps, hypothetical thoughts.

If he was given a chance to come back again without the memory of this time, could he change the current result?

The result cannot be changed. Isn't he just a selfish and cowardly person at his core? If he could really give his past self a piece of advice, Zhou Xingyu thought, he would not tell himself to choose Feng Fang unswervingly, but would warn himself not to disturb Feng Fang, to make her happy for the rest of her life, and to keep her waiting. The happiness that finally belongs to him.

There are only zero and countless grievances. Feng Fang's grievances were inflicted by him, and his mother's grievances were also inflicted by him. Everyone who loved him seemed to have been bruised and bruised.

It's time to look forward.

Zhou Xingyu's appearance was like an episode, leaving no trace except for the paper rose.

Little Fanghua also gradually forgot about the beautiful uncle who looked at her tenderly in the alley, praised her for her good looks, and even gave her the first flower in her life.

Until one day, when the young girl had grown into a tall and graceful girl, someone suddenly came to her door and a large inheritance was waiting for her to inherit.

"Dad, Mom, do you know a person named Zhou Xingyu?"

A name opens the dusty memories of two people at the same time.

Zhao Hongwei took the document in Fanghua's hand and took a glance at it.

“Well, he’s dad’s old friend.

You can make your own decision on this, you have grown up, it is up to you to deal with it however you want..."

When Fanghua left, only Zhao Hongwei and Feng Fang were sitting on the sofa. Zhao Hongwei raised his hand and took Feng Fang into his arms.

"Fangfang, do you hate Zhou Xingyu?"

Since the two got together, Zhao Hongwei has never taken the initiative to mention Zhou Xingyu. This is the first time.

"I hated it, but then I didn't."

"To be honest, I'm quite grateful to him, otherwise nothing would have happened to me."

…………(End of chapter)