president, addicted to love

Chapter 370: Your mother is dead!Qi Xia hurriedly said, "This is my driver, uncle, I am causing trouble to your elder brother."

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and go home—" Although Fu Chenghai was old, his legs and feet were very nimble, and he walked towards the town like flying.

The old woman put down the work in her hands, stood up, and slowly raised her head to look at Qi Xia, her eyes were complicated, with incomprehensible sadness, she sighed softly, "Let's go, let's go home."

The courtyard is not big, but it is well organized.

There is an osmanthus tree planted in the yard. The light yellow petals are dotted among the green leaves. The stars are dotted like stars, and the air is filled with a fragrant fragrance.

The tree was as thick as a bowl, and it looked like it had been planted for at least ten years. Qi Xia couldn't help feeling dazed. She remembered that there was such a thick tree in the courtyard where she lived when she was a child. Make sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine stuffed dumplings for her, hold her and sit under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and feed her mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Before I knew it, the corners of my eyes were a little moist.

The sweet-scented osmanthus is still there, but the warm embrace that held her is gone.

The old woman leaned against the door, watching Qi Xia standing blankly in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, a flash of pain quickly flashed in her cloudy eyes, she quickly lowered her head, and walked into the room.

A few minutes later, the old lady came out with a small tea table in her arms. Seeing this, Qi Xia hurried forward to help her.

The old woman pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, "Put it under the tree, the scenery outside is beautiful."

"Okay." Qi Xia put the tea table under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and helped move the small chair.

The old lady went into the kitchen and brewed a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus tea. The yellow-orange tea was slowly poured into the transparent glass, and the aroma was overflowing.

The three sat around the coffee table.

silence.

Qi Xia looked up at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, pursed her lips, and smiled, "Auntie, do you also like sweet-scented osmanthus trees?"

The old woman said calmly, "Well, my child likes sweet-scented osmanthus. When she was young, whenever sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed, she liked to ask me to make sweet-scented osmanthus rice balls for her."

The corners of Qi Xia's lips smiled even more, and his eyes were clouded with mist, "When I was young, I also liked to pester my mother to make her sweet-scented osmanthus wine rice balls."

The corners of the old woman's lips curled up, her voice was soft, "Your mother must be very happy to have such an excellent daughter like you."

Qi Xia's vision was blurred by tears, and he couldn't even see the figure on the opposite side clearly, sobbing slightly, "My mother has passed away, she didn't see the day when I became an adult, let alone enjoy the blessing of a day..."

The old woman lowered her eyes, picked up the teacup, and covered the sadness in her eyes, but she couldn't cover her slightly trembling fingers.

"My wife, I'm back—" An old voice came, breaking the silence in the courtyard.

Fu Chenghai pushed open the courtyard door and came in. He was carrying large and small bags of vegetables with a simple smile on his face.

Qi Xia raised her head, inexplicably feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar, she couldn't help but frowned deeply.

Fu Chenghai quickened his pace and walked towards them, and said cheerfully, "Sit down, and I'll cook."

The old woman stood up, "Let me go, you stay here and chat with the guests for a while."

Fu Chenghai patted his head honestly, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, and said with a smile, "Yes, my cooking is not as delicious as yours, so you go in first, if you need my help, just call me."

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Qi Xia's mind, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring at Fu Chenghai closely, her voice trembling, "Uncle Fu, is that you? Uncle Fu?"

Fu Chenghai and the old woman froze at the same time.

Qi Xia suddenly stood up and grabbed Fu Chenghai's hands, "Uncle Fu, I'm Xia Xia, Qi Xia, do you still remember me?"

Fu Chenghai's face suddenly turned pale, and he stroked Qi Xia's hand away in a daze, "This, this, I don't know what you're talking about—"

Qi Xia said excitedly, "Uncle Fu, I remember you, you must be Uncle Fu, we used to live in the same courtyard, and you often set up stalls for my mother, my mother's name is Xia Ling, do you remember? ?”

Fu Chenghai stood dumbfounded, his lips moved, and he didn't say a word for a while.

"Uncle Fu, what's the matter with you?" Qi Xia has already determined that he is the Fu Dahai of 20 years ago. Although he looks old now, there are still shadows of the past in his brows and eyes, and his movements and demeanor are exactly the same as in the past.

Fu Chenghai turned his head stiffly, glanced at the old woman who was also standing on the spot in a daze, sighed deeply in his heart, squeezed a smile on his face, and said in pretended surprise, "Xia Xia, so it was you, really The Eighteen Changes of the Female University, I haven't recognized it yet."

Qi Xia laughed, "Uncle Fu, I didn't expect you to change your name. I haven't seen you for many years, how are you doing?"

"Okay, okay, pretty good." Fu Chenghai responded hastily, and then winked at the old woman, "My wife, hurry up and get busy in the kitchen, it's getting late."

Qi Xia hurriedly said, "Auntie, let me help you."

Fu Chenghai stopped her, "No need, just let your aunt do it. You are a guest today, so sit down and chat with uncle."

The old woman picked up the bag of vegetables and walked silently to the kitchen.

Qi Xia poured a cup of tea for Fu Chenghai and said, "Uncle Fu, I think Auntie looks familiar, did she also live in our alley before?"

Fu Chenghai was sweating coldly on his forehead, and smiled uncomfortably, "No, I met her after I moved away."

Qi Xia asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you why you moved out of the courtyard back then. Didn't you live well?"

Fu Chenghai looked a little embarrassed, he hesitated and said, "Back then, when I was kind to your mother and daughter, many people gossiped, so I just moved away."

Back then, Xia Ling was abandoned by Qi Zhensheng. She took her daughter alone and set up a food stall. Fu Chenghai saw that their mother and daughter were pitiful, so he came to help almost every day. In the end, Xia Ling rented the front door and opened a small restaurant. , he simply closed the car repair shop and went to the small restaurant to help her.

At that time, they worked under the same roof and lived in the same courtyard, which indeed attracted a lot of criticism. Even the young Qi Xia thought that he would become his stepfather, but at that time, he suddenly moved away. A courtyard house.

Not long after, Xia Ling's restaurant was smashed, and not long after, she set a fire and burned herself to death in the room.

Since then, Qi Xia has never seen Fu Chenghai again, and never thought that he would see him today.

She was in a mixed mood, both happy and sad, because seeing Uncle Fu always made her think of her mother involuntarily.

Fu Chenghai coughed and interrupted Qi Xia's memory, "Xia Xia, have you been doing well these years?"

Qi Xia smiled, "Very good, I am now the mother of four children, you have met Xiaoyi and their three brothers and sisters, and there is a little daughter who is only a few months old."

Fu Chenghai nodded in relief, and asked again, "Is your husband treating you well?"

Qi Xia smiled even more, "It's pretty good."

Fu Chenghai said "Okay" repeatedly, feeling very emotional, "Time flies so fast, back then, you were only this tall," he stretched out his hand in the air for comparison, "Now, you actually have a child. Oh, we are getting old too .”

Qi Xia was also filled with emotion, full of questions, "Uncle Fu, why did you move here?"

Fu Chenghai was stunned for a moment, and said slowly, "Back then, when your mother passed away, I didn't have a job in the city, so I simply moved to the countryside, planted land, raised chickens, and lived a peaceful life like this. It's not bad."

Unknowingly, the two chatted for more than half an hour, and the old woman called Fu Chenghai's name in the kitchen.

Fu Chenghai said with a smile, "Your aunt has finished the meal, you do it first, and I will help arrange the dishes."

During the meal, Fu Chenghai enthusiastically asked her and Leng Xue to eat more, and even served them a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

The chicken soup tastes very delicious. After swallowing, there will be a little sweet taste between the lips and teeth. If you don't pay attention, you won't feel it at all.

Qi Xia's expression changed because of this.

When she was a child, her mother always liked to add a little wolfberry and jujube to the chicken soup. The taste was exactly the same as the chicken soup. Even though she hadn’t tasted it for many years, she still remembered the familiar taste.

Her fingers trembled, the spoon in her hand fell into the bowl, her heart almost stopped beating, and she stared at the face of the old woman for a moment. , vaguely similar to Xia Ling when she was young.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth opened slightly, and she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and she couldn't say anything.

"Xia Xia, what's the matter with you?" Fu Chenghai asked worriedly seeing that her face was pale and ugly, and her expression was also weird.

There was also a hint of worry in the old woman's eyes.

Qi Xia's eyelashes trembled, and tears quickly gathered in her eyes. A tear slipped from her eyes and fell into the bowl of chicken soup. She opened her mouth and let out a piercing cry, "Mom—"

The old woman froze suddenly, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground.

Qi Xia threw herself on her, hugged her tightly, and burst into tears, "Mom, you're still alive, aren't you?"

The old woman let her hold her, and slowly closed her eyes, her voice hoarse, "I'm not your mother, you misidentified the person."

"No, I did not admit the wrong person, you are my mother, only my mother knows that I like sweet-scented osmanthus wine stuffed balls, and only my mother makes chicken soup with wolfberry and jujube... Mom, don't hide it from me anymore, I am yours Daughter, how can you hide it from me?" Qi Xia cried so sadly, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered in these years.

Two tears flowed from the old woman's closed eyes. She shook her head and denied, "I'm not, your mother is already dead!"

Qi Xia supported her shoulders, stared at her with teary eyes, and shouted hoarsely, "There was a fire back then, and your bones were never found, so don't lie to me again! Why? Why didn't you admit it, Mom, you Do you know how sad I am, why did you abandon me?"

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