Starting from you are my glory

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Qiao Weidong's cell phone rang while he was watching Qiao Yingzi playing Lego in the room. Looking at the caller ID on the screen, Qiao Weidong answered the call impatiently.

"Say something!"

"Old Qiao." Xiao Meng didn't expect Qiao Weidong to be so impatient just after the call was answered, but she adjusted her mood instantly, "It's so late, you won't come back to stay again?"

"Well, I'm not going back. That's it. Hang up now. I'm busy here!"

"Oh, wait." Before Xiao Meng finished speaking, Qiao Weidong had already decisively hung up the phone.

"Dad, do you have something to do?" Qiao Yingzi turned to look at her father, "If you are busy, you can go and do it. I will go home after playing for a while."

"It's okay, Dad is not busy." The tone of speaking to his daughter was completely different from that of speaking to his girlfriend. Qiao Weidong, who could not have been more gentle, picked up something from the ground and handed it to Qiao Yingzi.

"The most important thing for dad right now is to stay with you and make you happy!"

"Hey, disgusting!" The way Qiao Yingzi bared her teeth made Qiao Weidong laugh happily. Although his daughter expressed her disgust, the happiness hidden under the disgust could not escape Qiao Weidong's eyes.

"I'm your father, what's so disgusting about this!"

Qiao Weidong patted his chest confidently and said, "It's a matter of course, and no one can find fault with it."

"By the way, come over and have dinner with dad this weekend."

"I may not be able to come out." Qiao Yingzi looked embarrassed, "My mother may not let me."

"It's business!" The last thing Qiao Weidong wanted to hear about Song Qian was in front of his daughter. Although he knew it was a mountain he couldn't get around, it didn't stop him from feeling dissatisfied.

“Daddy’s birthday is this weekend!”

"I'll go tell your mother!"

"I don't believe it anymore. She, Song Qian, doesn't care about heaven and earth. How can she still care about my daughter spending my birthday with me?!"

"Ah, Dad, it's your birthday this weekend." Qiao Yingzi stopped playing Lego and said a little guiltily, "I'm sorry, Dad, I don't even remember."

"Silly girl."

Qiao Weidong was very happy in his heart, but he couldn't show too much on his face, "Dad must remember your birthday, your preferences, everything about you, because dad is dad."

"As for dad's own, dad can just remember it himself!"

"I'll tell your mother tomorrow, it'll be fine!"

"Don't worry, Dad, even if my mother doesn't agree, I will try my best to celebrate your birthday with you!"

"Okay! With my daughter's words, dad is worth it!"

......

"What are you doing again!"

Song Qian stared at Qiao Weidong in front of her. Last time, she jumped out to scare her. This time, she didn't jump out and followed her instead. The key is that it was such a cold day in Beijing. Qiao Weidong wore a hat that covered his face and stooped his back. Following Song Qian, even though it was broad daylight, it still made people feel unsure.

Song Qian wanted to call the police directly several times, but she intuitively felt that something was wrong. Finally, she found an opportunity, took a few steps, and blocked Qiao Weidong at the corner.

"With you acting like this, I thought you were going to rob!"

"Don't think about it." Qiao Weidong pointed upward, "There are cameras all over the street, why should I rob you?"

"Stop talking nonsense! What are you doing again?"

Song Qian looked at Qiao Weidong warily, "I'm warning you, Yingzi, you just met the day before yesterday, and the time for the next meeting hasn't come yet! Don't lick your face and come to me, I won't agree!"

"Yes, I know I'm shameless. Everything you said is right." Regarding Song Qian's words, Qiao Weidong really had no idea of ​​refutation and just admitted it honestly.

"But the fact that I'm looking for you really has something to do with Yingzi."

"Isn't this, I'm going to celebrate my birthday this weekend? I just want to spend it with Yingzi."

"It's only once a year, right, and it's on the weekend, so it doesn't affect Yingzi's schooling or anything."

"Just because I performed well some time ago, you want Yingzi to celebrate my birthday with me? I promise to send her back on time!"

Birthday? When Song Qian heard this word, she was in a trance. Then she ignored Qiao Weidong's next words of assurance, but looked at the man in front of her seriously and carefully.

His belly hasn’t been healed for so many years, his stubble has not been shaved off, and he doesn’t know why his little girlfriend doesn’t care about details at all. The crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead, and his increasingly thinning and graying hair are all there. Don't tell Song Qian truthfully.

I am also getting older, I am also saying goodbye, and I am also moving towards the next stage of my life step by step and irreversibly.

Song Qian, who originally hated Qiao Weidong, suddenly softened her heart.

After so many years, from the beginning when I learned that Qiao Weidong betrayed the family while drunk, I felt angry and sad. Now I can at least maintain a superficial peace. Others who are not involved will not know Song Qian's truest thoughts.

If you had been as submissive as you are now, wouldn't it be that we wouldn't be where we are today?

With this thought in mind, the chattering middle-aged man in front of me suddenly began to change, becoming thinner and younger little by little, and became what he looked like when he first confessed his love.

It's so good, we were like that back then. . .

"Hey!" Qiao Weidong looked at Song Qian, who was obviously distracted, and emphasized his tone, "Why are you so dazed!"

"Is it going to work?"

"I can tell you, Song Qian, I only celebrate one birthday this year, and it's rare this year. The date of my birthday gives me face, and it happens to be on the weekend."

"The time and place are right, it just depends on whether you can fill in the people and the people!"

"What? Threatening me?" Her thoughts of recalling the past were interrupted. Looking at the greasy middle-aged man in front of her, Song Qian replied unhappily: "Then I'd like to give it a try..."

"Don't!" He was interrupted before he finished speaking. Qiao Weidong gave in decisively, "I didn't! I just hope you can think more about it."

"We have evening self-study on weekend nights, and we must be home before four in the afternoon!"

Looking at this person who was smiling playfully with her, Song Qian felt an unknown fire suddenly rise from the bottom of her heart. After coldly throwing down these words, she turned around and left.

How could a person who was such a good person back then become like this?

Is it because his vision is bad, or is he just like that? Still myself. . . ?

I didn’t think about it anymore because it made no sense.

No matter how much you think about meaningless things, it will only increase your sorrow!