Chapter 138 Love in Early Autumn

"Hold your mouth..." Fu Boxuan's roaring voice oozed unspeakable pain. The palm that hung up again finally hung down, and his broad body suddenly trembled and fell into the mahogany chair behind him.

Fu Xiaoya's mood was out of control. Although she stopped roaring, she cried fiercely and couldn't bear to see.

At this time, Zhang Jinyan, who had been watching silently, finally came to her side, took her into his arms, raised the other hand to comb her long messy hair, and said in a low tone: "Xiaoya, don't cry! Anyway, he is your father. In the end, you hurt not only others, but also your father and yourself... Once something happens to you, what should your mother do..."

Zhang Jinyan's persuasion hit Fu Xiaoya's mind. She called "uncle" and rushed into his arms, as if she had finally grabbed the last life-saving straw. After continuing to sob for a while, her out-of-control mood finally calmed down.

"Bo Xuan." Just as Fu Boxian closed his eyes painfully and did not dare to look directly into everyone's eyes. When his mood approached the edge of collapse, after 16 years, he actually heard this leisurely call again.

Open your already turbid eyes and look at the source of the sound...

The bright sunlight slanted into the quaint carved window and hit her in the face unscrupulously.

The slightly long face is cold and irreleticable. The corners of the eyebrows and eyes are like the smoke and rain stained in the south of the Yangtze River, always with a touch of sadness. However, with a faint smile, it will produce a delicate charm. The laughter is integrated into his vast heart and set off a magnificent wave in an instant...

This is what we looked like when we first met more than 20 years ago.

With this face, Fu Boxuan's mood unconsciously returned to the old alley of Yuncheng more than 20 years ago. At that time, he had just been admitted to college. He said goodbye to his relatives and friends and came to Yuncheng to study.

He is not a rich family. In order to earn tuition, he rented a cheap house and worked everywhere in his free time.

That late night, the moonlight was bright, and the evening breeze gently brushed the fragrance of flowers. He remembered that it was a cool September. He had just come out from the newspaper after finishing the internship and proofreading work. With the stars all over the sky, he rushed home. The slightly old bicycle wheels run over the tortuous stone road and finally arrived at the familiar alley.

From afar, he saw several tall shadows entangled in the corner, and the man's grinty noise, accompanied by the woman's sad scream, suddenly got into his ear...

He rode his bicycle very fast, like a born hero, and broke into the entanglement.

The rotating wheel quickly ran over the back of a young hooligan's hand, and then fell to the ground easily, knocked down another little ruffian who jumped up, and then waved his long arms. He took out the tall man attached to the woman's body and was going to do whatever he wanted. He waved his face a few times in a few times, instantly hitting him with a blue nose and swollen face and begging. Rao.

In the scene of the hero saving the beauty, he played incisively and vividly, and the effect was also immediate. After the three hooligans fled, the beauty who was squeezed in the corner, with messy clothes, unstable breath and pale face instantly cast a look of admiring and gratitude at him.

The evening breeze was gentle, but for some reason, Fu Boxuan looked at the cold and trembling pupils stained with spring dew, and suddenly a chill in his heart suddenly condensed a pitiful impulse...

Thinking that in the middle of the night, she is a young girl and was born so watery. Why is she here alone? Is she not a relative or forced by life?

The desire to protect arises spontaneously.

So, without saying a word, he came forward to close her clothes. After booing and asking for warmth, he personally protected her back to the nearby residence.

Along the way, he heard the girl's name. It turned out that she was not only beautiful, but also had an extremely elegant name, Lin Manyin.

"It's really a person like his name." After hearing that she was the head of Chunhua Theater and must have a good voice, Fu Boxuan couldn't help praising her again.

Because she often sings night dramas in the troupe, she inevitably needs to walk home at night. She used to live with a sister and walk together to take care of each other. But recently, something important happened to the sister's family and went back to her hometown, so she had to go home alone.

In the old-fashioned drilling room, Fu Boxuan looked around the four simple but neat and clean walls, and immediately patted his chest and said, "In the future, whenever you sing a night play, I will pick you up at the door of the theater. Anyway, it's okay for my newspaper to get off work early. At worst, I will take less money. It's too unsafe for a girl to walk home so late at night. Fortunately, you met me this time. If you meet those ruffians again, if there is any mistake, you will regret it for life.

Enthusiastic and cheerful, sincere and upright... At the age of 18, Fu Boxuan will always leave such a good impression on people.

We met by chance and gradually got to know each other. Who would have thought that their entangled evil fate was so beautiful, so pure and full of hope at the moment when they were first intertwined...

In the 16 years since Lin Manyin left Yuncheng, Fu Boxuan has wandered, regretted, and even cried. In countless confessions and wailings, Fu Boxuan also had a fantasy in his heart about the irreparable and irreparable past. If, if everything can be done again, he hopes to change his fate. A year after they met, that early autumn night!

The weather turned cold, and the branches and leaves beside the road slowly turned yellow. Only the crescent moon in the air was still as bright as before, shining on the lovers returning at night in the tortuous and dark alley.

The bicycle made a friction sound, occasionally over the protruding slate, and suddenly fell, and the hands behind him holding his waist did not feel tight...

Tonight, she seemed to be particularly quiet and speechless all the way until the two returned to the room together. She suddenly jumped out of control into his broad arms and hugged him tightly.

Fu Boxuan responded to her enthusiasm and buried his head deeply in her lingering hair. An instant rippling heart started the ignition. His big hand swam on her extremely naturally, and his lips attached to his ear muttered lowly, "What, do you miss me? Why don't I go back tonight?"

The softness in his arms gasped slightly, but trembled and said, "Bo Xuan, I have it."

Fu Boxuan's body was stunned, and his big hand suddenly stopped. He put down the beautiful figure clinginging to his chest. He gradually condensed fear in his enthusiastic eyes and forgot to enter the deep water eyes and asked stupidly, "You can't be serious, will you?"

"Really, I went to the doctor today to diagnose it."

The fire in the body was extinguished in an instant!

It is true that he loves the woman in front of him. This is his ignorant first love, his first date, the first kiss, the first time to have sex... All the first time was spent with her, and he couldn't bear to let go...

However, he is just a fledgling college student. There are still two years of study waiting for him to complete, and there is a good future waiting for him to venture out. He is not ready to take root, get married and have children at all...

So, Fu Boxuan, who was nearly 20 years old, said that sentence cruelly: "Manyin, we can't have this child. I'm still a student. If the school finds out about this, I will be expelled.

"I knew you would say that." The seemingly weak woman was surprisingly calm. She raised her head, ripples in her watery eyes, and said clearly word by word, "What if I want him?"

Lin Manyin's attitude surprised Fu Boxuan, and there was a faint anger in his heart. He immediately raised the volume: "Why are you so stubborn? Will you feel better when you see me in trouble?"

From this time on, Lin Manyin chose to be silent.

Maybe she just wants a promise and a firm confidence. Many years later, Fu Boxuan finally realized something.

But at that time, when he was young, he didn't understand at all. He only thought about his future. After his anxious persuasion failed, he actually sulked and went home alone.

The Cold War began from this until a month later, Lin Manyin disappeared for no reason. Fu Boxuan looked for him for a while, but there was no news. It was three years after we met again, and at that time, she had become Lin Qian, the leading dancer of Nishang Liying.

Fate begins to turn from here. If you can choose again, in the late night of early autumn, Fu Boxian will definitely not let go of his tight hands, will definitely bury her deeper into his chest, and unswervingly tell her, "I want this child, I want you more... Whether it is a knife mountain or a sea of fire in front, in the future, It's the three of us going down together..."