Cheng Weiyue accidentally saw the name on the screen, nodded quickly and said: "Okay, go ahead."

In the Zhou family's old house in Jingcheng, Zhou Bingquan was sitting on the pearwood bed, feeling depressed.

He kept holding the phone in his hand, and when Zhou Jingwei answered the call, he quickly held it to his ear.

"King Wei..."

Zhou Jingwei listened to Zhou Bingquan's voice and heard something strange in it.

He frowned and said, "What's wrong with your health? Why do you make that sound when you speak?"

"It's nothing, what can I have?" Zhou Bingquan denied it, coughed, and said: "I looked at the weather forecast, it will snow for several days in the northern suburbs, please be safe alone."

Such exchanges of greetings between father and son are rare. Zhou Jing was at a loss for a moment and was silent for a moment before saying, "I know, you have to take care of yourself too."

"Of course I will. As people get older, they naturally cherish their lives more and more. You don't need to say these things, I also know them." Zhou Bingquan whispered, very gently.

Zhou Jingwei said ‘hmm’.

The father and son fell into a long silence.

Zhou Bingquan hesitated for a long time before asking: "When do you plan to come back?"

"I'll go back after spending Christmas with Weiyue." Zhou Jingwei's voice was calm.

There was a bit of a smile on Zhou Bingquan's face. It was very shallow and almost invisible. "In this life, everything is false. Only when there is someone beside you who knows both coldness and warmth can it be real. Jing Wei, I was the one who was right before."

That kid Weiyue is biased, please help me say sorry to her. If I have time, I want to meet her."

Zhou Jingwei said yes, pursed his lips, and said, "Don't worry, I will tell her."

Zhou Bingquan said the word "good" several times.

It was probably years of unfamiliarity, and it was impossible to become familiar and warm overnight. Zhou Bingquan was silent for a long time, and sighed again.

He whispered: "It's getting late. You and Weiyue, that kid, should go to bed early. Don't just stay up late just because you're young. Do you understand?"

"You should also go to bed early."

Zhou Bingquan responded with a 'hmm' and hung up the phone with trembling hands.

The housekeeper took the phone immediately and put it on the bedside for Zhou Bingquan. He was anxious and sad: "Master, why didn't you tell the young master?"

"What is there to say?" Zhou Bingquan was very determined: "I have never done what a father should do in my life. There is no reason to bother him now."

"But your body..."

"I know my health well, I'm fine." Zhou Bingquan said decisively: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

After all, the butler has been with Zhou Bingquan all his life, and has been with him since he was a child. After so many years of master-servant love, he has long regarded Zhou Bingquan as his own family.

"You are in your prime, this disease may be cured," the housekeeper said unbearably.

However, Zhou Bingquan smiled with relief and said in an understatement: "It doesn't matter whether it's good or not. Anyway, Xuan Su...she hates me so much. She wants me dead, so I will help her."

The housekeeper's eyes turned red after what Zhou Bingquan said. She couldn't bear it and said: "No matter how big the hatred is, she should not poison you!"

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's me... I brought it upon myself." Zhou Bingquan coughed softly and said, "Where's Xuan Suren? I want to see her."

"What do you still want to see her do now?" The housekeeper said, "You didn't pursue the matter and concealed her poisoning. You have already done your best to him. Why should you see her again and make yourself sad for nothing."

Zhou Bingquan didn't speak for a long time. Just when the housekeeper thought he wouldn't answer, the housekeeper heard him say: "I'm sad not to see her."

Why can't you bear to see me?

After all, she is the woman he has loved all his life.

No matter what she did to herself, no matter how much she hated herself, many things could not be changed, and many feelings could not be transferred.

Lin Xuansu was wearing a long dress with blue and white background, her hair was tied behind her head with a silver grate, and she walked over from a distance step by step with an indifferent expression.

Time has not left many traces on Lin Xuansu's face. During the years when she was sleeping and unconscious, Zhou Bingquan would always feel dazed in his heart every time he looked at Lin Xuansu's face.

It was as if she had stayed in the past forever, with her appearance and voice unchanged.

And I am being carried forward by time. No matter how hard I try to maintain it carefully, it is still difficult to hide the traces of time.

Is this God's punishment for him? Punishment for his absurdity in his youth.

Zhizhou Bingquan's eyes became obsessed. He didn't mind Lin Xuansu's indifference at all, and said softly: "Susu, you are finally willing to come and see me."

"If I can't come, I don't want to see you at all." Lin Xuansu looked at his dying appearance coldly, suddenly frowned, and said in a confused tone: "Zhou Bingquan, why are you not dead yet?"

Why aren't you dead yet?

What a cruel sentence.

But Zhou Bingquan listened without changing his expression, and even smiled leisurely, saying in a gentle voice: "It's coming soon, it shouldn't be long."

Lin Xuansu's eyes showed a bit of resentment, and she said: "You should die soon, so that you can go down and apologize to my family."

"Well, I will go." Zhou Bingquan whispered: "Susu, I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't have forced myself to marry you back then."

There was mist in Lin Xuansu's eyes, but Zhou Bingquan spoke again, which made people angry. He said, "It's true, but I don't regret it."

Lin Xuansu couldn't help but hate him.

Her eyes were like a knife tempered with poison, cutting into Zhou Bingquan's body: "I hate you, I want you to die!"

She kept saying the word "death", as if apart from that, there was nothing left to say between the two.

"I know you want me to die, so even though I know that the glass of water you bring me every night is filled with chronic poison, I still drink it willingly."

Zhou Bingquan smiled slightly and tried to raise his hand to touch Lin Xuansu's skirt: "I love you, so if you want me to die, I am willing."

The tears that Lin Xuansu had finally held back suddenly fell from her eyes.

"Don't say such things to me! I will never forgive you, let alone regret it!" After Lin Xuansu finished speaking, he did not dare to look at Zhou Bingquan again and ran out.

The slender and soft fabric of the skirt slowly passed through Zhou Bingquan's hands, leaving only a touch of touch that dissipated in the wind.

Zhou Bingquan suddenly remembered the time when he first met Lin Xuansu many years ago.

The person he wanted to marry at the beginning was actually not Lin Xuansu, but Lin Xuansu's cousin, Tao Qingyi, the only daughter of the Tao family.

The Tao family is an old aristocracy in Jingcheng. The family transferred its power abroad many years ago.
Chapter completed!