Chapter 43:

Sitting on the rose window, Fu Zhen seemed to feel the fluctuations in Fu Ting’s mood. He suddenly raised his head to look towards Fu Ting, and then blinked narrowly at him. Before Fu Ting could react, he moved from that tall man. The rose window jumped down.
Fu Ting wanted to stand up and ran to catch him, but his body was imprisoned on the chair under him, his hands were nailed in place, and he couldn't move at all.
He could only watch his brother fall in a pool of blood in the illusion, but soon the pool of blood disappeared in his eyes, Fu Zhen stood up again, the blood on his face was gone, and he walked briskly. Like an elf left this noisy hall and disappeared into the warm sunshine outside.
After a long period of time, Fu Ting finally woke up, and cheerful music rang in his ears. Tang Wanwan stood on the stage with her back to her bridesmaids and threw bouquets at them. The hall was instantly full of laughter and laughter. .
But happiness belongs to others and has nothing to do with them.
After all kinds of activities are over, the banquet will begin. The guests in the hall are scrambling, laughing, and saying blessings.
Fu Jianchen got up from the chair at this moment. Fu Ting beside him also stood up with him and walked outside. The staff on the side was shocked when they saw them leaving, and hurried over to ask Said: "Mr. Fu, where are you going? The bride and groom have not toasted you yet?"
Fu Jianchen was silent and did not speak. He stretched out his hand and pushed the person away, strode out of the hall, Fu Ting followed behind him, and the two quickly disappeared in the banquet.
Someone noticed the departure of the two of them, guessing that the two of them might be going out and whispering, and will be back soon, but until the bride and groom toast, they never appeared in Eston Manor.
The staff has been looking for them for a long time, and the phone cannot be reached. They are as anxious as ants on a hot pot. They have thought of all the accidents that may happen on the wedding scene, and they have devised response plans separately, but no one thought of it Later, the two most important relatives of the bride will suddenly disappear on this day.
"Where are my father and my brother?" Tang Wanwan should have a toast. Qin Zhao's parents had already sat in front of him, but he never saw Fu Jianchen coming. Tang Wanwan thought that Fu Jianchen had forgotten about it, so he came and looked for it. In the end, he looked at the two places abruptly under the table.
She questioned the other guests on the table about the whereabouts of her father and elder brother. Someone on the side replied: "The two Mr. Fu seem to have something important to deal with. I think they left in a hurry."
Tang Wanwan felt unhappy, what else is more important than the smooth progress of her wedding, but today is her big day, she still keeps a decent smile on her face, to the other guests on the table They said: "Then I'll come back later and give you a toast."
Qin Zhao watched Tang Wanwan come back alone, frowned, and asked her, "Where is Uncle Fu?"
Tang Wanwan shook his head and said that he was not clear, then reached out his hand and nodded Qin Zhao's nose, smiled and said to him, "You are still called Uncle."
"What should I do now?" Qin Zhao asked her.
Tang Wanwan tilted his head and glanced at the guests in the hall, sighed lightly, and said, "No longer, just continue."
So in the next toast session, only Qin Zhao’s parents were sitting in front, and Fu Jianchen and the others did not appear from beginning to end. The guests were very puzzled. It stands to reason that unless the bride’s parents have died, or there is a serious illness that cannot come. But Fu Jianchen just sat there just now, why did he leave suddenly?
Could it be that the Fu family is going bankrupt? No, they have never heard of this news.
Qin Zhao's parents were also not satisfied with Fu Jianchen's behavior. No matter how important they were, they could not leave at this time, but no matter what, their faces still kept loving smiles, looking at their son and daughter-in-law.
At a certain moment, they suddenly felt that they were not as satisfied with Tang Wanwan as before, but when they thought that she was Fu Jianchen's precious daughter, they felt that they were all acceptable.
Not only Qin Zhao’s parents’ impression of Tang Wanwan was changing, the guests at the scene also felt that Tang Wanwan was not as good-looking as before, and his smile was not as sweet as before. They comforted themselves and said that it was probably over. Marriage, because my filter broke.
The netizens who were watching the live broadcast, after experiencing a carnival, looked at Tang Wanwan on the screen and found that everything had become dull.
They turned off the live broadcast, so why did they go, but the hot search for Tang Wanwan's wedding still hung at the top of the Weibo hot search list, and for a long time, it was followed by an explosion. word.
The love story of the prince and the princess draws a perfect end to the blessings of everyone, and everything will eventually come to an end, and the world will gradually return to its original track.
Fu Jianchen returned home. He sat in Fu Zhen's bedroom that he hadn't been to for a long time, looking at the window by the window.
The room has not been cleaned for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust on the ground. The doll on the bed waits silently for the owner who has gone out and has not returned for a long time. The music box in the cabinet is too long to send out. Any sound, Fu Jianchen is here, sitting quietly into an eternal stone monument.
Outside the window is the cold wind that whizzes by, and the window is wide and there is a huge roar. The wind is full of all the forgotten pasts. They all landed on Fu Jianchen's head at a certain moment. He raised his head and looked into the melancholic sunlight. Sprinkled on his bitter face, he thought of the child’s laughing face when the snow melted in the spring; thought of the red dragonfly he caught in the field with him at six o’clock in the evening; thought of the dust-covered under the rockery, it should have been The gift that was delivered to him two years ago, I remembered that under the bright galaxy, the boy was kicked down the stairs by him and rolled down the stairs. The pool of blood on his body soon drowned the entire world...
Fu Jianchen pressed his chest, and in an instant, countless ants and insects gathered there. They all opened their mouths, revealing their sharp teeth, biting their hearts together, and chewing.
He was almost cramped, but he no longer had the ability to resist the pain.
That is his most beloved child, how could he be so cruel one day, how could he...how could he treat him like that?
The phone slipped from his shirt pocket. He picked it up, his hands trembling, and the phone almost fell to the ground several times. He opened the album. The old photos were deleted with those sweet memories. Some of the few photos were sent to him by Fu Ting last time. In the photos, Fu Zhen was wearing old and faded blue overalls, pushing a cart of sand across the construction site, or sitting next to a falling earth wall. Eating a box of lunch without expression...the last one was sent to him by the kidnapper.
I don't know if it was due to the network delay or other reasons. This photo only appeared in his phone a few days after New Year's Day, and he was disturbed by nightmares every night.
When Fu Ting walked over, he saw this picture. The picture of Fu Zhen was tied to a chair with his head drooping. Even though the light was a little dim, he could still clearly see the purple silt on the corners of his mouth. Qing, with dried blood, his face was pale, as if he was about to die.
Fu Ting almost lost his voice. He knelt down beside Fu Jianchen and asked Fu Jianchen, "...When is this the photo?"
Fu Jianchen raised his head and glanced at Fu Ting beside him, and replied somewhat stupidly: "They sent it to me the day before New Year's Day."
Fu Ting hurriedly asked: "Who are they? Why do you post such photos?"
Fu Jianchen shook his head and said, "It's from the Liu family. They asked me to remit 80 million, otherwise..."
Otherwise, they would kill Fu Zhen.
"Then what?" Fu Ting asked.
Fu Jianchen pressed his forehead with a distorted face and painful expression. He had never looked like this in front of Fu Ting. He said to Fu Ting: "Tang Wanwan was injured at that time. I accompanied her to the hospital. Never received a call from the kidnapper again."
Because after that, the kidnapper's number in his phone has been hacked.
Fu Ting also suddenly remembered that day when Tang Wanwan's ankle was injured, and he begged himself to hold an inexplicable press conference for her. He did not refuse, and he knew nothing about it.
Fu Jianchen was in deep self-blame. He couldn't forgive himself before. When he thought of the suffering Fu Zhen had suffered in the past two years and the torture he had suffered at the hands of the kidnappers, he felt heartbroken.
But fortunately, he probably didn't die there like the Liu brothers threatened. From the recent director dispute of "Chunhua Mountain", at least we can know that Fu Zhen is still alive.
He should live, he must live.
Fu Jianchen slowly stood up from the ground, no matter what, they couldn't fall down at this time. If they fall, who can protect his Zhenzhen in the future.
Fu Jianchen's face was ugly to the extreme, with almost no color. Fu Ting supported him and told him, "I saw him, just a few days ago, he was fine, he was fine..."
Maybe it just seemed okay. Fu Ting thought of the man walking beside Fu Zhen, but he could only comfort Fu Jianchen this way, and could only comfort himself this way.
"Go find him." Fu Jianchen said these three words and walked out of this room. He called the servant at home to clean the room again and waited for the master's return.
Obviously only a little more than two years have passed, but it feels like a world away, everything is no longer the same as it was before.
The gloomy smog completely enveloped the Fu family, and it would not dissipate for many years. After that, the family never laughed again.