Quick Travel: He is obviously cannon fodder but becomes a heartthrob

Father Song's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he just heard.

On the other side, my silly girl was crying and clamoring to marry Zhao Haicheng. On the other side, Zhao Haicheng was dressed upright and said that he was going to their house to propose marriage.

Song Shengwen chewed these two things in his mind several times. Many thoughts came to him in an instant. His fingers trembled. He raised them and pointed at the tall young man in front of him, his voice trembling.

"You..." The words were broken into several paragraphs, and they ran into his throat, but he couldn't say them out. He made a few ahhhhh sounds and retracted his hand as if it was unbelievable. With a movement of his body, he fell backwards and sat on the ground. .

Zhao Haicheng reacted quickly enough and caught Song Shengwen firmly, but as soon as his hand touched Song's father's back, he pushed him away angrily.

Song Shengwen, a good-tempered person like him, could not hide his anger at this moment. He patted Zhao Haicheng's hand and sat on the edge.

The man was obviously half a head taller than him, and now they were standing and sitting together, which made him look even more condescending. However, his posture was very humble. He touched his nose in a coquettish manner and prepared to squat down to the side together.

Song Shengwen frowned and took half a step away in disgust.

Zhao Haicheng had no choice but to bow silently, his tall body huddled in a ball of grievance.

"You, you, you... what have you done!!" Song Shengwen was so angry that he wanted to punch Zhao Haicheng.

The man lowered his eyelids, had a correct attitude, and admitted his mistake well, and whispered: "Well, it's all my fault."

It was okay that he didn't admit his mistake, but Song Shengwen became even more angry when he admitted his mistake. Wasn't this a direct admission that he had something to do with his stupid girl?

Father Song clenched his teeth, "When did the two of you get involved?"

"Huh?" Zhao Haicheng seemed not to have expected Father Song to ask this question. He raised his eyes, a trace of confusion flashing across his face.

"I asked you when did it start! You two are really confused. Although I know what free love is advocated now, I didn't let you do it like this..."

Zhao Haicheng was even more puzzled.

He thought Father Song was angry because he looked down on him as a person. He also knew that his reputation in the village was not very good, and there were always gossips everywhere.

But free love...?

Zhao Haicheng pursed his lips and decided to remain tactically silent for now.

Song Shengwen glanced at him, and when he didn't speak, he thought he was acquiescing. He covered his forehead and let out a long sigh, "Tell me, did you two have an agreement a long time ago? Nannan was crying and making trouble at home. If you hang yourself, you will be responsible for finding a good matchmaker to propose marriage as soon as possible?"

"You two are really confused! You are so confused! Have you forgotten that you had already agreed on your marriage with the Li family before? That was decided when your parents were still here. Who in the whole village doesn't know about it? "

Zhao Haicheng paused, moved closer to Father Song, and explained: "The Li family... As you know, my parents passed away early, and I have survived all these years alone. His family's My daughter looks down on me and wants to date an educated youth from the village. She just came to my house a few days ago and in front of so many people, she said that the marriage between our two families would not be counted."

"..." After hearing what he said, Song Shengwen also remembered that his daughter had mentioned this matter not long ago, so maybe she had already made a plan and rushed to test the couple.

He shook his head, "You are also a miserable child, but... you are really not suitable for our daughter."

Zhao Haicheng understood what he meant. With his current reputation, it was normal for the Song family's parents to have concerns.

It is difficult to change a person's mind, but he will not give up just because it is difficult.

The man exhaled, straightened his clothes, and looked into Father Song's eyes with determination, turning away from his usual unruly and carefree appearance.

"I understand, but..."

……

evening.

Song Song was lying on the bed, staring at the gray wall above his head boredly. After looking at it for a long time, he was still bored. After a long sigh, he turned around and lay on the couch to play with his fingers.

"Crench."

The door opened suddenly.

Song Song immediately got under the quilt, facing the back of the wall, motionless, pretending to be fast asleep.

The footsteps gradually approached, but Song Song remained unmoved.

"Nannah."

It's Father Song's voice.

"Dad knows that you haven't slept. If you really slept, you would definitely not lie down like this. You must have rolled up the quilt in a mess."

Being exposed, Song Song blushed and slowly turned around and got up from the bed.

At this time, Song Shengwen was standing beside her bed with gentle eyes.

When Song Song got up, he happened to meet his gaze. For some reason, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Dad..." She didn't know where her grievances came from, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Hey, dad is here." Song Shengwen couldn't see his daughter crying, so he wiped away his old tears and went forward to hug Song Song and pat her back gently.

Song Song leaned on Father Song's shoulder and sobbed twice.

"Are you hungry?"

Song Song nodded, his voice still trembling a little, "I'm hungry."

I went on a hunger strike these past few days. Although I was just pretending, I still endured several hungry meals.It shouldn't be too painful to only eat a little bit secretly every time you look at the food on the window sill.

Father Song sighed again and hugged Song Song silently.

After a while, he suddenly spoke.

A dull sound echoed in the empty room.

"Nanny, do you really... like that Zhao Haicheng?"

Song Song was stunned for a moment, and he groaned twice, not knowing what to say.

The system was bombarding her ears, "Say you like it quickly! Say you like it quickly! End it as soon as possible and let's run away early!"

She trembled, leaned closer to Father Song, and her tone became firm.

"Well... I like him and I want to marry him."

Father Song was silent again, but his hands did not stop, just like he had been put to sleep on countless nights when he was a child, gently patting her back.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Well. Dad is getting old and he has to find someone worthy of entrusting your trust."

"Zhao Haicheng..." Song Shengwen didn't know what he thought of and chuckled, "This boy can barely be considered a person who can take care of you."

"Dad is old, it's time to let go."

He said two things in a row that his father was old. Song Song originally wanted to get into his arms and act like a baby, saying that his father was obviously still very young and not old at all.

But when she looked up, she saw the white hair on Song Shengwen's forehead.

At some point, white hair gradually climbed up to my father's temples.

At some point, wrinkles gradually appeared on his forehead.

Song Song pursed her lips and tears fell from her eyes.

Feeling the moisture on his shoulders, Song Shengwen smiled, stood up and let go of the hand holding Song Song.

He raised his fingertips and wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

There was still a smile on his lips.

"That's it, dad arranged this marriage for you."