As She Wished

59

Fu Jing was silent for a few seconds, and nodded like she was hypnotized: "Yeah."

Gu Celadon looked interesting, "Huh what?"

"..."

I am teasing myself again. Fu Jing pursed the corners of his lips, and learned to remain calm. He picked up the cup and took a serious sip of grape juice, then slanted his face, "What do you say to me? I have to deal with it. After all, I have to be polite to the elders. ."

"..."

"Aunt Gu taught me this, I remember."

"Yes," Gu Celadon stared at her for a long while, and the corners of her lips moved, and there was an arc that wanted to laugh, and she said softly, "I? You have to answer whatever you say, it's good."

Fu Jing's expression? Innocent: "Of course, that's just a superficial promise, after all, no one will? Listen carefully to what your relatives say."

"..."

"Don't you know?" Fu Jing pretended to be surprised with an innocent appearance, and emphasized the word "you". "We? Younger generations are like this."

Gu Qingci took a sip of the wine in silence, holding the glass, and then stared at her without a smile.

"..."

The light was reflected in her dark eyes.

Fu Jing is also reflected.

"Child," Gu Celadon said, seeming to ask calmly, "What else did my sister teach you before? Let's talk about it together."

...Why is it the expression that I am being settled?

After a few seconds, Fu Jing turned away from her gaze and said cleverly: "Sister, me? Wrong."

With a little unwillingness.

When the words fell, he stared at her straightly and said, "So are we together?"

Gu Celadon pursed his lips and smiled.

The eye pupils are curved, perhaps because of drinking, the slightly picky eyes are much softer in the light, and the body approaches her: "Well, if the Xingxing agrees."

"Oh," Fu Jing raised her lips, couldn't help but smile, "What if I don't agree?"

"I don't agree..." Gu Celadon stared at her, the dimples on her lips became deeper, but she murmured in a somewhat aggrieved tone, "Then let my sister chase you seriously?"

"..."

"Me? Do the stars like this?"

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Fu Jing returned to the room, suddenly turned around and scratched the door of the room a few times. He regretted it very much. The person in charge really regretted it-and chased a fart!

Why should I agree to that kind of thing.

May be hypnotized.

Maybe you think you will have more face when you should? ? ?

What kind of face do you want, can you eat face or sleep?

Hot bedding? Really!

Fu Jing's expression? Annoyed and scratched the door.

She recalled Gu Qingci's expression and tone just now, her heartbeat still couldn't slow down, she was sure that if she slowed down for a second, she would definitely hug her and kiss her.

So as if to escape, he said goodnight and hid in the room.

"..."

Fu Jing raised her hand and rubbed her face vigorously, her palm covering the hot temperature, she secretly criticized herself for not being clever enough, she could kiss her before saying anything else.

I was hesitating, should I grab the answer sheet back and answer again.

The phone rang.

Fu Jing pursed his lips and happily, it turned out to be Qin Zijin's call.

She has been busy with classes and internships recently, and it's been a long time since she played with Fu Jing.

Just send messages every day to complain about things?

Qin Zijin was originally only responsible for simple school work in the newspaper, free and free, and at most he would help others at will. Later, after reading a lot of proofreading manuscripts, she naturally learned how to write press releases.

In many cases, people don't need to go to the scene in person, and the manuscripts written by flipping through the interview materials are both standard and brilliant.

So it was re-used by the editor. Ask her every day to follow the camera to run the entire process and learn new things. The school and the newspaper are running side by side, so busy.

Fu Jing picked it up and put it to her ears, in a high tone? He asked cheerfully: "Why are you free to talk to me today?"

"..."

"Hey?"

"I? I'm still working now," Qin Zijin's vaguely broken voice came from the noisy environment on the main road. "So this call is for fish."

"Huh? So you miss me. Are you going to invite me after get off work? Have a barbecue?"

Qin Zijin sighed and said, "No time, no money."

"Why, are you already busy saving yourself a dowry?" Fu Jing couldn't help but smile. "I used to like to invite people to dinner so much. After the internship, I spent money instead of withholding money. Can you finally realize it? It’s not easy to make money..."

"Fu Jing," Qin Zijin suddenly interrupted her chattering tone, and said seriously, "Just tell you something, don't take it too seriously."

"Huh? Tell me."

"I? I just came out of the hospital... Just now? I followed everyone to the scene. I thought it was an ordinary traffic accident. I heard that the driver was driving with fatigue and used the accelerator as a brake and hit a telephone pole."

Fu Jingying said: "And then."

"Actually, it's a very small thing? The car is not expensive, and the front of the car is broken and repaired at most ten thousand pieces?...The telephone pole was skewed-in fact, the telephone pole looks pretty crooked. Funny. Although the maintenance fee may not be cheap."

Fu Jing vaguely felt bad.

Sure enough, Qin Zijin continued: "As a result, the driver jumped into the river and committed suicide... I just came out of the hospital, and the people are gone, saying that I have no desire to survive, and I can't bring it back."

"..."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Zijin said in a flat tone: "I heard that he has a daughter with leukemia lying in the hospital waiting for money for treatment."

Fu Jing slid his throat, stumbling and saying: "How much money do you need in total?"

"You don't need to think of a solution," Qin Zijin smiled, "For this matter, our newspaper leaders have said that we have to get a big page. Several TV stations are also interviewing. After the news is released, the little girl will definitely do it. Can be saved."

Fu Jing said slightly "um".

Qin Zijin said calmly: "So I have been thinking, this father, after he crashed the car and the telephone pole, was he an impulse to jump into the lake, or did he deliberately use his life to give his daughter again. Make a living."

"..."

"In the crashed car, there was still half a box of small fireworks sticks. I heard that they were bought for a long time, and I have to wait for my daughter to be discharged from the hospital."

Qin Zijin's voice was mixed with a faint lowness of busyness and tiredness.

There is no choking.

But every word, slowly, with obvious vacancy.

Hearing that, Fu Jing lowered his head, raised his hand and twisted his eyebrows to suffocate tears.

"After I got out of the hospital, I kept thinking about things? How could it become? Like this," Qin Zijing chuckled, "I don't understand, so I'm not in a good mood."