Fu Siyu walked up to Fu Yang’s side, glanced at Fu Yang’s flamboyant clothes and jewelry, and his gaze grew slightly heavy.
There was a pile of bottles on the table, and a faint smell of alcohol also emanated from Fu Yang.
Fu Siyu patted Fu Yang’s shoulder, "Get up."
Fu Yang’s eyebrows were tightly knitted, his eyes opened unwillingly in irritation, and he didn’t even know if he saw Fu Siyu, but intuitively waved his hand, "Stop bothering me, everyone get out."
Fu Siyu’s expression grew even darker; he turned his head, took a cup of cold water from the table, and splashed it directly on Fu Yang’s face.
Even though the room was heated, a cup of cold water on his face still made Fu Yang shiver from the cold.
He opened his eyes, just about to explode in anger, but then he met Fu Siyu’s deep gaze.
Fu Yang curled his lip, looking like he didn’t want to see Fu Siyu, "What are you doing here?"
"Stand up," Fu Siyu looked at Fu Yang displeasedly, "Come back with me."
Fu Yang couldn’t stand being talked to in such a commanding tone by anyone, especially Fu Siyu. Fu Yang slightly lifted his chin, "Why should I listen to you?"
Fu Siyu watched Fu Yang quietly, the oppressive feeling in his eyes finally making Fu Yang unable to resist. He surged to his feet and casually wiped the water off his face, "If we’re going back, then let’s go. Who am I afraid of?"
Fu Yang marched ahead, slamming the car door as soon as he got in, "Drive now."
Of course, the driver wouldn’t listen to him but instead moved to the rear to open the door, respectfully waiting for Fu Siyu to get in before returning to the driver’s seat.
Inside the car, Fu Yang had his eyes closed and turned his face to one side, clearly not wanting to deal with Fu Siyu.
Fu Siyu glanced at him and then turned to look out the window.
A series of streetlights, like the eyes of the night, flickering towards the distance, casting alternating light and shadow on Fu Siyu’s face, making it difficult to discern the emotions in his eyes at that moment.
Halfway through the drive, the car happened to pass by Imperial Capital First Primary School.
The usually noisy campus became quiet during the late night, with only the moonlight quietly spilling onto the ground.
Fu Siyu suddenly spoke, "When you were little, you always didn’t want to go to kindergarten, making a fuss every time."
Fu Yang was lying on the sofa, motionless, not knowing whether he heard or not.
"Back then you weren’t even as tall as my knees," Fu Siyu continued, seemingly reminiscing about what Fu Yang looked like back then, "You would cry every day at the school gates."
Fu Yang was soft and cute as a child, rosy-lipped and white-toothed, looking like a porcelain doll when he stood there, pitiful and funny when he cried, even Fu Siyu would relent, holding him in the car for a long time to comfort him before letting the kindergarten teacher take him away.
"I wouldn’t cry. Mr. Fu must be mistaken, you’re probably remembering someone else’s son."
Fu Yang, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke, his tone carrying disdain.
Fu Siyu’s eyes flickered slightly, "When you were little, you used to ask me a question, and you wouldn’t go to school until you got the answer."
Fu Yang muttered a muffled response.
Fu Siyu shook his head slightly, "That answer, when you were a child and even after you grow up, would still be the same."
The fountain lights at the school gate changed with the music, capturing the passage of time and taking one back to the mornings more than a decade ago.
Back then, Fu Siyu was still a graceful young man, carrying a backpack in one hand, leading Little Fu Yang to school with the other.
"Dad, I want to hear the Little Dinosaur story tonight."
"The Little Dinosaur can breathe fire; that’s so cool, I want to learn how to breathe fire, too."
"Sure, you can be a Little Dinosaur that breathes fire too."
"Dad, the Little Dinosaur is so pitiful, he couldn’t find his dad again. Will you leave me?"
A child’s focal points are always unique. Little Fu wasn’t that interested in the adventures of the Little Dinosaur, but he was particularly concerned about whether the Little Dinosaur found his dinosaur dad.
Fu Siyu squatted down, took out a handkerchief, and wiped off the sugar residue by Fu Yang’s mouth, "Dad will never leave you."
"Wow, I love Dad the most!!"
Little Fu’s eyes curved like crescents, sparkling, filled with adoration and affection for Fu Siyu.
However, as time went by, there in the car, Fu Yang could only let out a faint laugh, "Heh."