Old Madam Fu wanted to give Bing slippers, but Fu Bing stopped her. "I'll do it myself."
Old Madam Fu said happily, "Okay, okay. You do it yourself. I'll find clothes for you."
He came out of the house with two pieces of clothing hanging on his arm. The tags were still on them. He smiled and said, "Your sister bought them for you. They're one size smaller than your previous size. I don't know if they fit. If they don't, I'll change them for you. We'll talk about it after you shower."
Fu Bing casually washed his face and took off his shoes. He placed his feet in the basin and shook them for a while before taking them out. He then went to the bathroom barefoot.
There was a long line of water stains on the floor.
Old Madam Fu waited at the door with the clothes. She listened to the sound of running water but did not see her son coming out. Soon, she became anxious and paced around.
Old Man Fu said, "You even care about him taking a bath. If you can't change that bad habit of yours, he won't be a child anymore!"
Old Madam Fu said, "He suffered so much. You old man, you're so cruel."
Old Man Fu said, "He asked for it. No one can save him if he goes down the wrong path! You, grow some brains. Now that the child is out, we have to restrain ourselves. We can't be like before!
I just want him to be safe and not go down the old path. I want him to marry a wife and live a good life. I don't want him to be successful anymore!
Don't embarrass the Fu Family again! Even the heavens have eyes! "
The sound of the shower stopped.
Old Man Fu did not say anything.
The sliding door opened halfway. Fu Bing took the clothes from Old Madam Fu and closed the door. After a while, the door opened again and he came out, dressed neatly.
Old Madam Fu wanted to straighten her son's collar but was glared at by Old Man Fu. Her hands stopped in mid-air. Finally, she said awkwardly, "Sit for a while. I'll go and cook. It's all your favorite dishes."
Fu Bing said, "Thank you, Mom."
Old Man Fu followed Old Madam Fu to the kitchen to help.
Fu Bing sat on the sofa, watching television with Fu Xia and her daughter.
Fu Yao passed an apple to Fu Bing. "Uncle, eat this first. It's very crispy. Try it."
Fu Bing looked at Fu Yao and smiled. "You're already so old. Time flies. We've grown old in the blink of an eye."
He took the apple, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he stared at it in a daze.
Fu Yao said, "In ancient China, there was a famous person called Jiang Ziya and Qi Baishi. They say that great talents mature slowly. You're only in your early forties."
Fu Bing said, "Learn Chinese well. Your words sound strange. You don't sound like a man from the Imperial City."
Fu Yao said, "I'm sorry, Uncle. I'm already studying hard."
He glanced at his mother, who was glued to the television, and stood up. "I'll go help Grandma."
Only Fu Xia and Fu Bing were left on the sofa.
The sound of the television was noisy, but it could not cover the calmness in their hearts.
"How is it? Still blaming me?" Fu Xia spoke first.
"How would I dare?" Fu Bing took a sip of tea and said, "You're a big boss, and we're just poor people. It's giving us face that you're willing to interact with us."
Fu Xia said calmly, "It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor. No matter what, people can't be without a conscience. If they lose their conscience, they're nothing but sh * t.
A man has to act like a man. A man would rather break than bend. Even if he suffers losses, he still hopes for the good of others. "
Fu Bing continued to drink his tea and didn't say anything.
Fu Xia said, "I'm willing to help you because you're my biological brother. Look at your conscience. Since you were young, when have I treated you badly? When have I not treated you well?
In the end, how did you treat me?
You should know my personality better than anyone else. If someone else treated me like this, do you know what would happen to them?
I'd make them spend the rest of their lives in prison!
I'm willing to let bygones be bygones with you because you're my brother, my biological brother. I hope for the good of you. I don't want my parents to worry about you.
You're already so old. Even if you don't think for yourself, you should think for them. "
Fu Bing said, "Are you lecturing me?"
Fu Xia said, "Everything I'm saying comes from the bottom of my heart. Whether you're willing to listen or not, I have to say it.
You're already in your forties and you've suffered a lot. You should learn from your mistakes and be a good person. Don't keep in touch with your old friends.
As for you, take a break first. When you've decided what you want to do, come and tell me. I'll help you open a supermarket or a restaurant. It's up to you.
Even if you don't appreciate my kindness, I don't care. I'm doing this for my parents. I don't want to make them sad. "
Fu Bing drank his tea and didn't say another word.
Old Madam Fu made a table full of dishes. After everyone sat down, she smiled and said, "You guys should have a good drink."
Fu Bing opened a bottle of white wine and poured a cup for the old man. Then, he poured another cup and asked Fu Yao, "Can you drink?"
Fu Yao looked at his mother's expression. Seeing that she didn't object, he smiled and took the cup. "I'll drink with you."
Fu Bing filled his cup and held it up. "Dad, let me give you a toast. I've been making you guys worry all these years. I'm a disappointment. Don't worry. In the future, just watch my performance. I won't have the face to say anything. Drink up."
Halfway through his cup, Old Madam Fu reached out to stop him. She hesitated for a moment and his cup was emptied in the blink of an eye.
"Eat more." Old Madam Fu's heart ached. She looked at her old man proudly. Her meaning was obvious. Look, our son has grown up.
Old Madam Fu followed suit and finished his cup in one gulp. He picked up a peanut and said, "Your mother and I are old and can't help you much. In the future, you'll have to rely on yourself. You won't starve to death as long as you have hands and feet."
He had heard too many nice things from his son. He was tired of hearing them because most of them weren't accurate.
Both Grandpa and Uncle finished their cups in one gulp. Fu Yao was in a difficult position. He held the cup and gritted his teeth. He said to his uncle, "Uncle, let's toast."
Just as he was about to bring the cup to his mouth, a hand covered the mouth.
Fu Bing smiled. "I drank too much just now. Let's drink freely."
Fu Yao said, "Sure."
He took a sip.
After eating some dishes, he raised his cup again. Before he could say anything, Old Fu said, "Let's drink less too."
He knew that his grandson couldn't drink white wine, so he didn't force him.
The family was happy and harmonious.
After eating for a while, Fu Bing muttered to himself and asked hesitantly, "Is Feng Xin okay?"
Old Fu said honestly, "She's fine. She couldn't be better."
"Then she's …" Fu Bing looked at his father halfway through his sentence.
Old Madam Fu said, "Son, let's not talk about those heartless people anymore. You'll have to shoulder all the responsibility for the two of you. You're suffering inside, and she's living a carefree life outside. How could she think of you?
She married a rich man and is now a rich wife. "
Hearing this, Fu Bing's hand that was holding the cup trembled. His eyes turned red.
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