During her stay at his ho, Fu Ying almost counted the days by her fingers.
Before she knew it, a week had already passed.
After the Saturday evening self-study class, she heard from Wen Tian that his mother was coming back, which also ant her father was coming back.
She thought that Fu Mingchuan would return in two more days, but unexpectedly, he ca to pick her up that weekend afternoon.
Shen Liguang looked at her after hanging up the phone: "Your dad will co to pick you up soon."
Fu Ying nodded and acknowledged with a "Hmm," then turned around to pack her clothes.
"Yingying."
"Hmm?"
He hesitated, then said: "Never mind."
Fu Ying looked at him, and as she looked, her eyes began to redden.
She quickly turned her face away, bowing her head to pack her backpack, dawdling to kill ti.
Packing took her more than an hour.
Shen Liguang patiently waited, watching her figure, feeling indescribable emotions.
It was just sending her ho, not like they wouldn’t et again, yet the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.
In the elevator, in the confined space, Fu Ying clenched her fists tightly, her head down, biting her lip.
The next second, that small figure suddenly plunged into the man’s arms.
She didn’t know where this girl found the strength, Shen Liguang took a step back, his back pressing tightly against the elevator.
The girl in his arms held tightly around his waist.
Shen Liguang took a deep breath and asked with a hoarse voice, "What’s wrong?"
Fu Ying just shook her head, not speaking.
She dared not speak, fearing that she couldn’t help but want to cry.
Shen Liguang found it both amusing and heart-wrenching.
"Do you not want to leave Brother?"
Fu Ying nodded.
"Try to control yourself a bit..."
Slowly, Fu Ying released him, hanging her head regretfully, feeling that she had indeed acted too impulsively.
He must think she is not a reserved girl.
She had just repressed her feelings for too long.
When the elevator doors opened, Shen Liguang heard a sigh from the little girl beside him.
That figure walking out of the elevator lacked energy and spirit.
Fu Mingchuan had been waiting downstairs for a while, and upon seeing his daughter co down, he imdiately went up to her with a smile.
"Yingying, did you miss daddy?"
"No."
"..." Fu Mingchuan awkwardly touched his nose.
Fu Ying, lacking energy, directly got into the car.
"Li Guang, sorry for the trouble again," Fu Mingchuan stepped forward and patted Shen Liguang’s shoulder, his old face flush.
"Li Guang, can I have a word?"
Shen Liguang glanced at the car, then nodded.
"Yingying likes you, you know that. At first, I was quite surprised because she’s still young, but not that young anymore, a person of sixteen or seventeen has her own ability to think."
Shen Liguang nodded, didn’t interrupt Fu Mingchuan.
"But, she is still underage, a little girl’s mind is unsettled, she’s young and naive, still a child, and knows nothing."
Fu Mingchuan sighed, "If you understand that’s good, you’re an adult, so things you must control, she might act crazy, but you cannot follow in that."
"Understood, I know all these."
Fu Ying didn’t know what they were talking about, sitting in the car looking out, Fu Mingchuan was speaking, the man just gently nodding in agreent.
Finally, Fu Mingchuan patted Shen Liguang’s shoulder before coming over.
The car beca more and more distant, that figure also gradually disappearing.
Fu Ying felt terribly upset, retracted her gaze, hung her head, silent throughout the journey.
Fu Mingchuan sensed her unhappiness, and also didn’t speak.
At such a tender age, trapped by feelings.
Unable to endure the tornt, yet dare not speak.
Fu Mingchuan found it both amusing and heartbreaking.
He thought that kids of this age were usually impulsive with their feelings.
Impulsive enough to confess as soon as they developed a crush.
However, it seed his daughter had changed; she beca reserved and introspective, hiding her feelings deep within her heart and too scared to confess despite the long ti.
Fu Mingchuan glanced at his daughter through the rearview mirror; the little girl was staring blankly at her phone with her head down.
Fu Mingchuan chuckled, "You didn’t even say goodbye to your Brother Li Guang before leaving. You should send him a WeChat ssage to thank him, after all, you stayed at his place for so long. Leaving without a word isn’t polite."
Fu Ying looked up, seeking help, "What should I say?"
Fu Mingchuan thought for a mont, "Just say, ’Brother, I’m heading ho now, thank you for taking care of these few days, it was a hassle for you.’"
Fu Ying sent exactly what Fu Mingchuan suggested to Shen Liguang.
Fu Mingchuan watched his daughter carefully typing the ssage, her ticulous and cautious deanor made him feel sentintal.
...
The night Fu Ying left, Shen Liguang couldn’t sleep.
He felt an emptiness inside, as if he had lost sothing important.
The room felt half-empty without the girl, devoid of warmth.
Yet, it seed her scent still lingered in the room.
A few orange-flavored candies were left on the bedside table; Shen Liguang smiled slightly, murmuring her na, "Fu Ying."
Fireflies, which light up and radiate romance.
Quite nice.
After she moved out, Fu Ying’s life returned to its tranquil state.
Her father’s complexion looked rosy and radiant lately, probably nourished by love.
Half a month later, after the mid-term exams, Fu Ying found ti to take Qibao to be neutered, changing it to Yin Bao in less than twenty minutes.
That sa day, Fu Ying sent her fourth letter.
The usual courier guy wasn’t there, soone else helped her.
Seeing her write "General" as the addressee and leaving the sender blank, they looked at her with a peculiar gaze.
Probably thinking she’s a bit odd.
"Thank you."
Fu Ying handed over the filled-out form, gently expressed her thanks, and then took Yin Bao to leave the courier station, heading towards Xia Jinyun’s hospital.
By noon, Xia Jinyun was on break.
The two sat together, and Shen Liguang was brought up in conversation.
It had been half a month since she left his place, and only now did she hear news about him.
He was about to be temporarily reassigned.
Xia Jinyun said, "Your big brother told it might be for a long ti, maybe a year or even longer, I’m not really sure. That day your big brother and I were talking on the phone, then I heard the sound of an alarm, and he had to hang up."
Fu Ying, afraid her emotions would be revealed, forced a smile, "Firefighters really do have it tough, and it’s such a dangerous job."
Xia Jinyun nodded, "Yes, I worry about your big brother every day, every call makes anxious."
Fu Ying remarked, "You and my big brother seem to be getting along well."
Xia Jinyun sighed, her face showing a shy blush, "Because it’s been love for many years."
Fu Ying nodded, her thoughts drifting elsewhere.
After parting from Xia Jinyun, Fu Ying stood disoriented at the bus stop, missing several buses ho.
It was dark by the ti she got back.
Fu Yan looked at her sympathetically, seeing her almost lifeless deanor, guessing she had heard about it, "What do you think?"
"I want to confess."
"?" Fu Yan raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"
Fu Yan’s question made Fu Ying deflate, "I... I haven’t yet."
Fu Yan pondered for a mont, "Then let’s not confess, let’s et him. Without seeing him once, who knows when the next eting will be."
Suddenly, Fu Ying’s eyes reddened, and she stepped forward to hug Fu Yan, crying miserably, "Big brother, I’m in pain."
Fu Yan sighed deeply, gently patting her back, "I know."
"I want to see him."
"Okay, big brother will help you."
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