Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 692 Wei Zichen, Fanyin Seventh Brother, I Know It's You......

The old man suddenly became seriously ill, and no one was protecting her. The global hunting order is not a child's play, and she may die on the street someday.

Knowing to be afraid is right, knowing to be afraid, and having fear in one's heart, people will have weaknesses and weaknesses. Wei Fanyin is not a very important person. The reason why Quentin cares about her is because she is Wei Zichen. heart and soul.

Sanskrit got out of the hospital and got into the car. She didn't let anyone follow her. She just ordered the driver to drive. She didn't go back to her ancestral home, nor did she go back to her and Quentin's 'home'.

The car stopped for a while on the way, she changed into light clothes and got on the car again, she closed her eyes and was thinking about something, the car drove forward aimlessly, after a while Fanyin said: "I want to visit Chinatown .”

She still remembers when she was a child, Wei Zichen brought her to Italy from the orphanage. She was not used to it at first and resisted everything in a foreign country.

She doesn't like the food here, doesn't like the language here, she closes herself up, doesn't want to talk to anyone, and doesn't want to eat a bite of bread, only willing to drink a little water when she's very hungry.

Wei Zichen later took her to live in Chinatown for nearly a year.

Hearing familiar Chinese words and eating unauthentic Chinese dishes, she revived herself like a withered seedling that was about to dry up and suddenly encountered a nectar.

Later, she gradually grew up, and he became more and more busy. In the first few years, he would occasionally take her back to stay for a few days, but later, the rift between them became deeper and deeper, and he became the leader of everyone. The one in Xing Pengyue has been so busy for several months that he has not seen anyone. He has not set foot in that Chinatown for many years.

The driver was also surprised when he heard it, but he didn't dare to say anything. He turned the head of the car silently, and the car gradually drove from the most prosperous city center into the slightly dilapidated and old urban area. Kind light, everyone has a root, and at the end of their life, what everyone longs for is nothing more than returning to the root when the leaves fall.

Fanyin got out of the car and asked the driver to wait for her outside. She walked in slowly by herself, as if he walked in holding her hand many years ago.

The owner of the grocery store is already the son of the old man. The small store has been expanded into a small supermarket. The Sichuan cuisine restaurant that he loved most in the past is still the same shop now, but the proprietress is no longer as slim and beautiful as she was when she was young.

Fanyin felt that her eyes were very hot, but the tears couldn't flow out. She should be happy here, happy, she really shouldn't cry.

Those businessmen all have the simple but shrewd faces of ordinary citizens, but when they see their compatriots, they still smile warmly and kindly.

Sanskrit also smiled at them. The people here don't know if there are any people who can recognize her. Thinking of this, I feel that my thoughts are ridiculous. She is already in her 20s. The appearance has changed a lot, how can I recognize it.

She walked from the street to the end of the street, with a lot of bags in her hand, and bought a lot of things without knowing it, although she might not need these things.

She walked into the Sichuan restaurant again, and the proprietress greeted her warmly, praising her for being so beautiful. Fanyin blushed, but her eyes brightened when she smiled.

The proprietress came over with the menu, and Fanyin ordered three dishes and one soup without looking at it, boiled fish, stir-fried green beans, mapo tofu, and almond silver lung soup.

The proprietress laughed when she saw the dishes she ordered: "...Your taste is very similar to that of a customer. Okay, girl, sit down for a while, and the dishes will be served right away."

Fanyin sat behind the stained glass window, resting her chin in one hand and watching the night scene outside the window. The number of guests gradually increased, and her dishes were served, so she concentrated on eating with her head down.

It still tastes exactly the same as back then, the taste buds felt their appetite wheezing as soon as they touched the spicy taste, Sanskrit ate without raising his head, sweating profusely, and amidst the noise in the hall, she heard the proprietress smiling at a customer by the door The voice of speaking: "How many times have I said, just put the lunch box there... Our little worker will clean up..."

She smiled without looking up, the proprietress was still as kind and enthusiastic as she was back then.

After drinking the second bowl of soup, she couldn't eat any more. Fanyin put down her chopsticks and leaned back comfortably, her eyes casually cast outside the door, but just as she saw the proprietress took a clean lunch box and shook her head with a smile, she subconsciously looked out Looking at it, in the darkness of night, even the flickering lights could not penetrate all the blackness and darkness. The man had a tall and thin back, was dressed in ragged clothes, and walked slowly into the street step by step. To the end of the night.

Sanskrit suddenly felt that her heart would not beat anymore, she seemed to be choked by someone, and she even lost the instinct to breathe.

In the next moment, she suddenly jumped up and rushed out of her seat. While running to the door, she randomly opened her wallet, took out a few banknotes and threw them on the cashier counter before pushing the door open.

"Hey... Girl... I haven't changed the money yet..."

The proprietress panicked and chased out several colorful banknotes, but Fanyin's figure disappeared into the night like a fish swimming, and disappeared after turning the corner of the street.

The proprietress stomped her feet anxiously, but she was helpless. There were still so many customers in the store to greet, so she had no choice but to put the change away. When the girl came again, she would give it to her.

Sanskrit chased after him in one breath, and watched the figure of that person disappear around the corner, but she disappeared after chasing him.

She stood there in a daze, gasping for breath. There were various shops on both sides of the street. Not far away was a fruit shop, and the boss was about to close the stall.

Sanskrit felt soreness and pain in the lacrimal glands. She clearly saw him abducted here, but why did a big living person disappear under her nose.

Brother Seven, is that you Brother Seven...

Why didn't I think of it, why did I forget this place, if you are still alive, under Quentin's influence, you dare not show your face, the biggest possibility is to live here incognito, why didn't I think of it!

Fanyin's tears gradually overflowed and turbulent. He was born in such a family. What kind of life did he live? A little grievance suffered a little bit, and I probably didn't even wrinkle my eyebrows.

These more than 1000 days and nights, if he lived like this, how did he suffer through that day and day?
Fanyin thought of the back she saw again, the ragged clothes, the extremely thin figure, how much he had suffered, all these years, is there a place to shelter from the wind and rain?Can three meals a day be full?
Has anyone bullied him, has he been beaten, what to do when he is sick, what to do when he is sad...

Fanyin didn't dare to think about it anymore, she had never felt such pain before, thinking that he would be tortured and wronged, she actually hoped that all the torture and wronged would be given to her, and she would bear it.

A street lamp stood there alone, and she stood under that street lamp alone.

The misty light made her so beautiful, Wei Zichen sat in the shadow under the tent, staring at her for a moment, reluctant to take his eyes off her.

Why did she cry, and why did she come here? From the moment she chased out, he had already heard her footsteps, and the fire burned his face. Although his eyes were intact, his vision was affected. It does not affect his daily life, but in the dark night, it is not as useful as before. Therefore, this pair of ears is gradually becoming more powerful.

It never occurred to him to see her again.

Even though he is down and out now, he is still proud in his bones.

He would rather die and live a life of innocence than to see a trace of sympathy in her eyes.

She went to pay homage to him, and her visit to Chinatown was probably just a little reminiscence of the past, and he didn't think all of these as she was thinking about him so pretentiously.

Wei Zichen watched her turn and leave step by step. After passing the corner, he smiled silently, then stood up, got out of the tent, and went to the public water place on the street to wash.

But just as he walked to the pool and stood still, he suddenly saw a slender figure reflected on the white wall in front of him.

"Seventh Brother..."

The Sanskrit voice trembled and came softly, as if something sharp had pierced into the depths of his heart suddenly, but the stinging pain woke him up. He didn't respond, didn't look back, just turned on the faucet and used A basin with a chipped mouth continued to flow water.

"Brother Seven, I know it's you..."

Fanyin's vision was covered with tears, and she couldn't see clearly because of the fog, but she knew, she knew it was him, she grew up in front of him since she was a child, how could she not recognize his back for more than ten years.

She took a step forward, and the thin shadow in his sight swayed and got closer.

He remained silent, turned off the faucet in silence, picked up the basin and poured cold water down his head, took off his half-worn coat, and only wore a short-sleeved T-shirt, just washing his body like this.

Sanskrit bit her lips tightly, stood behind him and watched his skillful but quick movements, her tears rolled down like endless ones.

In the past, Wei Zichen, the backyard of the house drew water from the hot spring, and the hot spring water in Nuo Da’s hot spring was constantly surging day and night. The bathrobe on his body was made of the most exquisite soft satin embroidery. The dripping hair was attached to the forehead, and the eyes were as clean and clear as a child's.

He lay on the stone platform of Tangchi, raised his face and looked at her who was frowning unwillingly: "Ayin, why don't you come down?"

She took off her bathrobe awkwardly, and went into the water in the most conservative swimsuit, but she still shrank in a small corner and stayed away from him.

He just looked at her and smiled, his smiling eyes were bright, and he swam from the water and grabbed her ankle, scaring her into a scream, and was about to kick him out.

He made her happy and taught her how to swim. Halfway through the teaching, he jumped angrily and scolded her for being too stupid. When she was scolded, she got angry and turned around to leave, but he refused to let her go, and patiently continued to teach her over and over again.

But when she learned how to swim, she secretly ran to the beach with Ah Yin to play. She still remembered that when she and Ah Xian sneaked back in the middle of the night, he was standing in the garden smoking a cigarette by himself. She saw him like Seeing a ghost, his face turned pale with fright.

Ah Xian didn't dare to say a word, let go of her hand and knelt down.

She murmured and wanted to intercede for Ah Xian, but he gave her a cold look. She thought he was about to get angry, but he didn't say anything, with a calm look on his tired face, he just stretched out his hand to her : "Ayin, come back with me."

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