The content is a string of speech.

Chi Wei paused and lowered the volume.

In the next second, the cries from the old man came out through the loudspeaker.

Crying with grief, singing and crying, but also with a little despair and heartbreak, crying to the depth of love, I still don't forget to sniff my nose, as if there is nothing worth nostalgic in this world.

Chi Wei:?

Chi Wei slowly typed a question mark in the dialog box.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Xingyun's voice came again. Although the crying sound was cut off, the faint crying in the old voice could not be hidden: "Weiwei, my poor grandson, who is so young that he is so young. What should I do if I end up in such a field!"

Now, Chi Wei finally heard some important news: something happened to Fu Shiyan, and it seemed that it was a big deal.

Thinking of this, Chi Wei pursed his lips slightly, and thought for a moment: "Your condolences?"

Fu Xingyun, who was pinching his thigh hard and trying to make himself cry more sincerely:! ! !

"Bah, bah, bah!" Fu Xingyun was stunned for half a minute before he came back to his senses.

Could it be that he played it?

in spite of!

"Weiwei, you don't know, this kid Xiao Yan is too miserable. He is alone in Rongcheng, and he is unfamiliar with the place..." When speaking, he must pay attention to layers of preparation. Naturally, Fu Xingyun came prepared and copied it. The manuscript prepared in advance by the tea table began to be read with great emotion.

Chi Wei had already walked to the room, upon hearing this, he directly closed the door, listening to Fu Xingyun cry patiently.

After all, people always need someone to confide in when they are in great grief.

"You continue." In order not to let Fu Xingyun feel that she was indifferent, Chi Wei opened the chair and sat down, and at the same time made a soft voice again, indicating that he was listening.

Fu Xingyun naturally continued obediently: "Weiwei, you also know that this kid Xiaoyan... he is very good at cooking."

Halfway through Fu Xingyun's speech, he paused for a while, obviously unable to think of any advantages that his grandson could have, let alone the advantages that could attract Chi Wei.

But my grandson wants to boast even while kneeling, so he can only start with his cooking skills.

Sure enough, Chi Wei didn't refute, but nodded in agreement: "Xiao Yan's cooking skills are indeed very good."

Hearing these words, Fu Xingyun's uneasy heart calmed down a lot in an instant, and he nodded one after another: "Then Weiwei, can you forcefully see him for the sake of his still use?"

Between the words, there was a hint of inquiry: "Weiwei~"

Chi Wei: ...

Chi Wei paused, listening to Fu Xingyun's deep and sad tone, he still couldn't guess what happened to Fu Shiyan: "Xiaoyan..."

"Xiaoyan has caught a cold, and he has only his last breath left. We are just waiting for Weiwei to see him, so let's go see him?" Fu Xingyun hurriedly continued, his tone becoming more serious, without any guilt at all. feel.

...?

Cold, last breath?

Rao Chi Wei couldn't help showing a bit of confusion in his eyes, and then his complexion became a lot more dignified. After thinking about it seriously for a moment, he said in a bit of surprise: "The common cold is not so serious."

"Xiao Yan, could it be that he has the flu?"

Fu Xingyun, who was still preparing to continue selling miserably: "..."

Grandpa really just wants to make people miserable and lie to you! !

But the words have already been spoken, and there is absolutely no reason to change them.

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