two sons three fathers

Chapter 74

After that, Han Yu basically got off work at [-] o'clock, and sometimes went home even later.

During this period of time, Fu Yizheng didn't say anything, and didn't make a sound of complaint.

New Year's Eve is coming.

Han Yu was on vacation, and settled a month's salary, plus holiday allowance and full attendance, in a thick stack, totaling more than 8000.

Han Yu happily took the money, and went to the city to buy baijiu the next day, making flower wine for the old man.

Zhao Zhongyong watched him write while drinking.

Stay another day, Han Yu will not come back to the villa until next year.

"The stroke of the pen is not enough, so you can't be lazy when you go back." Zhao Zhongyong glanced at the words on the scroll and preached.

Han Yu was a little apprehensive about writing, but the old man's eyes were vicious, and he caught the spot at a glance.

Han Yu laughed twice, and was beaten again.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Zhongyong rolled his eyes and taught, "Write well."

Writing the same words every day, Han Yu wanted to write new ones, but the old man said he was impatient and impatient, and he had to write until he was satisfied.

Han Yu practiced calligraphy honestly.

Zhao Zhongyong put down the wine jar, and said: "I'll go out to look at the flowers. After a while you write calligraphy with a hard pen, I'll come back and check."

Han Yu likes to practice hard pens, so he put down the brush immediately, and the pen and inkstone made a sound when they collided.

The old man hit him on the shoulder with a ruler again, "After writing this article, you must start and finish things, and you must handle the pen with care."

"Grandpa Zhao," Han Yu quickly admitted his mistake with pain in his back, "I was wrong."

As Han Yu said, he grabbed the pen and hit the back of his hand, "Impatient!"

Han Yu withdrew his hand, slowed down his movements, and took a breath while lifting the pen.

The old man went out satisfied.

Han Yu wrote the brush, spread out the paper again, and then began to practice the hard pen.

Even if an article has one word, it must be written on new paper, the old man taught him.

This is attitude.

After waiting for a long time, it was dark and the old man didn't come back.When Han Yu was about to go out to look for it, the old man came back. He looked at the words before entering the room, and said to him, "Go back."

Han Yu said Happy New Year in advance, wrapped a red envelope, and put it quietly under the paper, thinking that the old man would see it when he took the paper.

Just after leaving the shed, the old man threw the red envelope on the road, and the man stood under the shed and said, "Take it."

Han Yu bent down to pick it up, and it seemed a little thicker to the touch.When he entered the shed, the old man stared at him from a distance.

Han Yu put the red envelope lightly on the flowerpot, closed the door and ran out.When Zhao Zhongyong took out the red envelope again, the kid disappeared.

Feeling that the thickness was different, he took it apart and took a look. The [-] he put in was gone, but the [-] that Han Yu gave him was still there.

Zhao Zhongyong went back to the house angrily and funny.

Zhao Zhongyong's cell phone rang, he took a look, but he didn't answer, and the other party called again.

The bell kept ringing.

Zhao Zhongyong pulled his face, took it, and said unceremoniously: "What's the matter?"

"Dad, when are you coming back? It's New Year's Eve soon. My eldest brother and I really want you to come back and reunite our family." This is his daughter.

Zhao Zhongyong said: "You think I'm dead outside."

Zhao Zhongyong hung up the phone while talking.

He lit a lamp and carved a wooden stamp with the word "Han Yu". He stamped the stamp on Han Yu's hard pen and put it away carefully.

He glanced at the calligraphy of the brush again, the fire was not good, and it was too early to become a talent.It's a pity that he can't teach Han Yu for long. He really likes that child.

Years later, when Han Yu returned here, the old man was missing. He inquired and heard from other employees in the villa that he had resigned and returned home.Han Yu asked several people, but no one knew where his home was.

In the end, it was Fu Yizheng's mother who called and asked him to go to the villa.

On the first floor of the villa, Fu Yitang was waiting for him in the lobby.

Han Yu entered the house and came to him, "Uncle, do you know where Grandpa Zhao lives?"

Fu Yitang beckoned him to sit down, and said, "Mr. Zhao went abroad, and left something for you before he left."

In fact, Zhao Zhongyong had a malignant tumor. During the few months he was raised in the villa, he just didn't want to see the faces of his daughter, son-in-law and son.

Originally, he didn't die so soon, and the phone calls from home were all to persuade him to go back.In the end, when he saw that he was too weak, he said directly, anyway, he couldn't do it anymore, so he simply wrote a suicide note, so that it would be difficult for them to divide the inheritance in the future, so as to avoid such a trivial matter, which would make everyone's life difficult.

Zhao Zhongyong was furious for a while, and finally couldn't resist for a few days.

In the end, most of his estate was donated to the Calligraphy Association according to his last wish, and a small part of it was invested in Fu Yitang's foundation to fund Han Yu's future school expenses.

He left books on potted plants and letters to Han Yu, and asked Fu Yitang to hand them over to Han Yu.

In the letter, Han Yu was told not to be lazy and to cultivate his mind.

Han Yu got the wooden stamp carved by the old man, and seeing the pile of things, his heart was very blocked.

He stuck his throat and asked, "Uncle, can Grandpa Zhao come back?"

Fu Yitang shook his head in a small arc, and said in the old man's original words: "He said, you have studied with him for half a month, and you only learned three points. You are really stupid. You still have the face to see him. Wait for you When he becomes a talent, he will naturally know."

Holding something that seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, Han Yu nodded heavily.He can't live up to the old man's wishes.

Fu Yitang said again: "Mr. Zhao has subsidized all future tuition fees for you, and I will pay for them in the future."

Han Yu raised his head and said, "I don't want..."

"His wish." Fu Yitang smiled lightly.

Han Yu thought for a while before nodding.

Back at the villa again, Han Yu was absent-mindedly working. When the old man left suddenly, his heart was empty, and he didn't know why, but it was very uncomfortable.

When he missed the old man, he would go back to practice calligraphy in that room as usual, fertilize the flowers in the shed, and move out to shine in the sun.

It wasn't until the day before school started that Han Yu finished his winter vacation work.

After returning to Jinyuan, he opened the door and entered the house, when he heard Fu Yizheng's voice on the phone.Looking at the people walking around with their waists on, and looking at the pile of things on the ground... What's the matter?

Han Yu picked up the pillow on the floor, went to the sofa to put it down, turned around and sat down, and looked at Fu Yizheng.

Fu Yizheng grabbed the phone and looked at him expressionlessly.

Han Yu sat quietly.

"Why do you deduct my pocket money?" Fu Yixuan said angrily.

"Because you didn't perform your duties seriously," Yi Heng said in a flat tone without any emotion, "I said in advance that if you don't fulfill the regulations, I will naturally deduct pocket money."

Hearing this, Fu Yizheng's brows were close together, his head was spinning, wanting to speak.

In the afternoon, he bought vegetables and coffee, but when he paid, he was prompted that the balance was insufficient.

His monthly living expenses are enough to buy all the cafes in the city, so he won't run out of money after buying vegetables.

When he checked, he was not given this month's pocket money, and he was still using the few hundred yuan left over from last month to buy groceries.

"Why didn't I fulfill it? I go to work on time every day, and when it's time to get off work, I still haven't left when others leave. If you don't believe me, you can check the monitoring." Fu Yizheng thought about it, and blurted out.

Yi Heng's tone remained unchanged, and said: "Look, you haven't entered the sanitation area, and you haven't cleaned it once in more than a month."

Fu Yizhen gritted his teeth, his masseter muscles trembled, "Why didn't you tell me the first day?"

Yi Hengdan said: "I'll give you another chance, but until today, you haven't cleaned it even once."

Have to wait until the last day? !

Fu Yizheng said anxiously: "Are you playing tricks on me?"

"Is this the attitude you should have?" Yi Hengwen said angrily: "If you are not convinced, find a way to overcome the difficulties instead of losing your temper."

Fu Yixuan frowned, and when he was about to drop his phone, the person on the phone said: "You don't have money to get a new phone."

Fu Yixuan hung up the phone, looked around with the phone, stared at the sofa, and threw it into the sofa cushions and pillows.

"I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off! I'm pissed off!!" Fu Yizheng turned around nervously, went around to the balcony, kicked over a shelf, went back to the living room, and threw all the pillows to the ground.

Han Yu had just gone to the kitchen while he was on the phone. At this moment, he turned sideways and heard the sound of smashing things, and ran out wearing an apron to look.

Seeing the things on the ground, Han Yu stood by the sofa, stopped and said, "What are you crazy about? Stop! Otherwise, I will really slap you."

Fu Yizheng walked towards him, "Brother Yu, my father and mother teamed up to bully me."

"So you just smashed things," Han Yu said angrily, "You got caught by something? Do you want to clean up the thing?"

"I can't get enough of it." Fu Yizheng said with a curled lip.

Han Yu rolled his eyes, "Hurry up and pick it up, next time you smash something or throw something, I'll hit your hand."

After Fu Yizhen put all the pillows back in their place, Han Yu said, "You wash the dishes after dinner."

Fu Yizheng stepped in and sat on the sofa, and glanced at him, "Why?"

"You have a long mouth," Han Yu said angrily, "Why?"

Fu Yizhen lowered his head and said, "I can't wash it."

After hearing the content of the phone call, Han Yu knew that he had no money, and said, "Then you go out to eat, I can't serve you."

Fu Yizheng turned his face to look at him, moved his thin lips, and muttered, "You bullied me too?"

Han Yu turned around and went out to the kitchen, "Forget it if you don't eat~"

Fu Yizheng thought for a few seconds and said, "I want to eat."

Han Yu turned his back to him, shrugged his shoulders, and cursed: I can't deal with you anymore.

After eating, Fu Yizheng reluctantly went to wash the dishes, rolled up his sleeves, and said the water was hot as soon as his fingertips touched the water.Han Yu added cold water, and he said the water was cold, so Han Yu added hot water.

In fact, Han Yu tried the water temperature, and it was just right, it was Fu Yizhang's fault.

After going back and forth countless times, the original shallow water was filled up.

Han Yu used the patience to practice calligraphy, and asked thoughtfully, "Is it hot or cold? If it's not enough, I'll add more."

With two bowls and several dishes, Fu Yixuan dawdled for an hour.He thought, when he has money, he must buy a dishwasher. When he was renovating, he didn't want to cook, so he didn't install it.

I regret it now.

Fu Yizheng said reluctantly: "The water is warmer, the dishwashing smells bad."

Han Yu could only smell the fragrance of kumquats.

Han Yu went out to the hall anyway, took a bottle of peach-flavored drink from the refrigerator, poured out a little, moistened a facial tissue, twisted it into two small balls, and stuffed it into Fu Yizheng's nostrils.

Han Yu leaned against the stove and said, "Does it smell good?"

Fu Yizheng opened his mouth to breathe, and could only say, "It's much better."

Han Yu laughed, crossed his arms, and looked at him from the side, "If you have any other requests, just ask."

Fu Yixuan couldn't do it, so he washed the dishes anyway.

Han Yu praised him and said, "What a job well done, I will trouble you next time, Master Fu~"

"Don't think about it," Fu Yizheng wiped his hands, and immediately left the kitchen, saying, "Next time, I'll buy a dishwasher."

"That's next month." Han Yu followed behind him and said, "I bet you don't even have 500 yuan in your pocket."

Fu Yizheng still has more than 90, he didn't answer.

Han Yu stopped talking nonsense, "Go to school tomorrow, have you finished your homework yet?"

"No." Fu Yizheng said truthfully.

Han Yu's has been written.Fu Yizheng spent most of his time in Tangheng playing. It was really boring, so he wrote a little bit perfunctorily.Anyway, Han Yu was in the villa, and no one supervised him.

"Then write quickly." Han Yu poked him on the back and pushed him to the bedroom.

Caught up homework in the middle of the night.

Han Yu still looked at him at first, and finally helped to copy the homework together. At Fu Yizhang's speed, he couldn't finish writing for two more days.

It was late in the morning before finishing writing, and the two of them only took a nap for a while.