Stealing the moonlight into my arms

At noon, Fu Runing went to the hospital to accompany Fu Zhangnan.

This time the hospitalization for chemotherapy lasted longer than before, and her father's body became weaker with each treatment. Sometimes she wondered whether she should choose conservative treatment. Why let him suffer so much?

Every time she came out of the doctor's office, Fu Runing would adjust her emotions for a long time in a corner where no one could see her. After sorting out her emotions, she would walk into the ward as if nothing had happened.

When the nurse saw Fu Runing come in, he quietly called her aside and whispered, "Your father is not in a good mood today. You should spend more time talking to him later."

"Thank you, Uncle Li." Fu Runing thanked the nurse, then pushed the door open and walked into the ward anxiously.

The ward is a single suite, decorated as warmly as at home. Fresh flowers are added every day, and green plants are placed in the corners to add some vitality to the ward.

Fu Runing quietly pushed the door open and walked into the inner room. She saw Fu Zhangnan sleeping on his side, so she deliberately made a little noise at the door.

Fu Zhangnan's shoulders moved, but he didn't turn around.

Fu Runing understood that he was pretending to be asleep even though he was not asleep.

She took small steps to the front of Fu Zhangnan's bed, moved a small pumpkin stool to sit beside the bed, and deliberately acted coquettishly -

"What's going on, Old Fu? Are you unhappy today because I didn't come to see you yesterday? Whose father is so petty? Oh, it turns out to be mine!"

Fu Runing's tone became more and more exaggerated. She leaned on the edge of the bed with her chin supported by her hand, blinking her eyes like a puppy begging its owner for a head pat.

Fu Zhangnan couldn't help but open his eyes, his expression obviously more serious than usual.

"Why can't I get through to your phone?"

When Fu Runing heard her father ask this, she immediately replied with a smile: "I have two numbers. Did you forget to save my other number?"

Fu Zhangnan glanced at her, then sat up from the bed, took out a mobile phone from the drawer, and clicked on a short video that had been forwarded a lot.

The video shows old lady Jian crying in front of media reporters, accusing her granddaughter of being unfilial and depriving them of the right to worship their daughter.

The video is filled with attacking and abusive comments.

Only two nights and one day had passed since the incident, but it had already become a huge sensation. Reporters, internet celebrities and various self-media outlets who wanted to jump on the bandwagon began to take action.

Fu Runing scratched her head awkwardly and muttered softly, "Didn't I tell Uncle Li not to let you watch TV? Why are you still secretly playing with your phone?"

Fu Zhangnan sighed, his eyes showing undisguised heartache.

"Ningning, Daddy's not dead yet. Why didn't you discuss this with me when you encountered this kind of thing? Instead, you chose to handle it alone?"

"Pooh, pooh, pooh!" Fu Runing raised her head to stop him from continuing when she heard that word. "Come on, pooh, pooh, pooh with me!"

Seeing that Fu Zhangnan still ignored her with a stern face, she leaned forward and begged for mercy, "Dad, I don't want grandpa and grandma to bother you. You are always unhappy after they leave. Look, they are getting more and more excessive this time. It's really too much! I know you are kind-hearted and have taken care of them for so many years for Mom's sake, but they are just greedy."

Fu Runing's words made her angry, but she didn't dare to tell the old lady what she was thinking. Old Mrs. Jian felt that her father was in poor health, and if she didn't want it this time, she might not be able to get it next time.

Too vicious.

She lowered her head and held her father's hand. The broad and warm hand in her memory had become skinny due to serious illness in the past few years.

As she thought about it, tears came to her eyes.

Fu Runing's eyes flushed as she immediately changed the subject. "Humph, they're really infuriating. They came to my company to make a scene, saying I wasn't filial to them. I just ignored them, and then they went to the TV station and said I wouldn't let them worship their mother. Aren't they just lying? I even took them out for a meal, but I shouldn't have even given them water. Then I told my second uncle to take out his kitchen knife."

She spoke very angrily, showing that she was only crying because of the two old people, and not for anything else.

Fu Zhangnan patted her head in a panic, "Okay, okay, Ningning, don't cry, Daddy is here."

The words 'Dad is here' made Fu Runing burst into tears.

She threw herself into Fu Zhangnan's arms, hugged him tightly, and cried to her father like she did when she was a child when she was wronged.

"Then why are you so mean to me... why are you giving me such a cold look, and why are you so stern... Don't you want me as your daughter anymore?"

Fu Zhangnan: “…”

"Okay, okay, Daddy was wrong. Daddy apologizes to you. I'm sorry, my baby."

A man in his fifties was coaxing his noisy daughter.

Fu Runing sniffled and said awkwardly, "That's more like it."

No matter how old she is, Fu Zhangnan's catchphrase is always "our baby". Sometimes she is laughed at by her classmates and feels embarrassed for a while, but she soon thinks that others are just envious of her!

Father’s love can be as silent as a mountain or as gentle as water.

Fu Runing had cried enough, so she wiped the tears from her face and sat up straight.

Fu Zhangnan waited until she calmed down a bit before asking, "Where's A Zheng?"

Fu Runing explained, "He accompanied me to Jianjia Village yesterday. He had something to do today so he didn't come with me. He wanted to see you too."

I even had to say a few good words for Jamel Xiao in front of my father.

Fu Zhangnan nodded, fortunately there would be someone to accompany her in the future.

After understanding the whole story, Fu Zhangnan pondered for a long time.

Since this matter has come to a head, it must end with severing ties. His daughter must not be allowed to suffer any injustice.

By taking care of those two elders for so many years, he was repaying his deceased wife for giving birth to him. But they themselves wasted the last bit of love.

Fu Zhangnan took out a diary from the bookcase and placed it in front of Fu Runing.

Fu Runing looked at the notebook in front of her, feeling a little confused.

The cover was rewrapped with kraft paper, and it was obvious that it was well kept. She opened the notebook and found that the papers inside had turned yellow, and it was obvious that a long time had passed.

This is my mother's diary.

Fu Zhangnan looked at his daughter's face, which was similar to his late wife's, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to overflow.

"Ningning, Mom and Dad love you very much. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all normal. Dad loves Mom, and Dad loves you too. Don't question our love for you because of what others say, and don't let yourself be wronged."

Fu Runing felt a lump in her nose and she forced herself to suck back the snot.

She said in an exaggerated tone, "I'm so annoyed. Why are you, a science and engineering guy, so sentimental? I didn't see you loving me this much when I got 25 points on the physics test!"

Fu Zhangnan: “…”

"That 25 points is a bit outrageous. Even if you slam the paper on the ground and step on it, you won't get that score."

Hearing this, Fu Runing laughed angrily.

She just remembered that her father was silent for a long time when he looked at her physics test paper with a score of 25. He probably didn't expect that she really didn't inherit anything from him.

Fu Zhangnan was probably thinking, although they both received private tutoring at home, Fu Zheng got full marks in math and physics in the college entrance examination. How could the gap between people be so huge?

Fu Runing is still wondering why their father is so nice while Xiao Jingting has such a bad temper since they are both science and engineering students.

Not speaking is irritating, speaking is even more irritating.

……

Fu Runing returned home from the hospital, brought back the diary, and found an exquisite box in her father's bedroom.

There were many envelopes in the box, the paper was yellowed, and it was obvious that they were very old.

At the bottom of the envelope, there was a full stack of photos, all taken of my father and mother when they were young.

At the end of the photo is a solo photo of the mother. The woman in the photo is beautiful and gentle. She lowers her head and looks at her pregnant belly. Her whole body exudes happiness and expectation.

Fu Runing turned the photo over and saw a line of words written on the back of the photo -

"I'm going to meet my baby soon. I'm so looking forward to it. I hope my baby grows up healthy and happy. Mommy and Daddy love you~"

Fu Runing looked at the beautiful handwriting on the photo. Even after more than 20 years, these words could still make people feel full of love.

You see, the person who is loved is sensitive, even if there are years, life and death between them.

Love that cannot be felt does not exist.

Fu Runing wiped away her tears, sat down, turned on the computer, and began to write the manuscript.