The strongest way to be narcissistic

How long has Song Cheng not seen his son?

Three months, or five months, or more than half a year?

He can't remember clearly, but he vaguely remembers that the weather was still very hot. When he woke up, the small but clean room was empty, and the skinny kitten named Bone was also gone.

To this day, he does not know where this son is.

It's a funny thing, Song Cheng and Song Ange don't know each other's mobile phone number, and the places where they usually meet are only at home.

If you ask Song Cheng, does he think he is a qualified father?

He would answer without hesitation: no.

This is a fact he cannot deny.

He never went to Song Ange's parent meeting since the third grade.

He could never remember Song Ange's birthday, even if it happened to be Children's Day.

What Song Ange likes, what he wants, what he is afraid of, as a father, he can be regarded as ignorant.

The only thing he could know and be sure of was that Song Ange hated him.

Disgust from the bottom of my heart.

Regarding his image of a failed father, Song Cheng at that time would only commit crimes knowingly.

Later, he tried to be a good father in the eyes of others, but at that time Song Ange was no longer a small cake, a silly son who could be fooled by a small sugar pill.

Especially when Song Ange met the woman who had acted as a mother and was disgusted and humiliated in public, Song Ange's world has neither mother nor father, and he no longer needs family members.

These Songchengs all know, from indifferent to helpless, powerless.

And one more thing.

He is not a good father and he is not a good son either.

This is something few people know.

It is said that he is for the ridiculous dream of being a painter, which caused people to betray their relatives, live a muddle-headed life, and successfully practiced how to become a good-for-nothing man.

Actually it is not.

His dream of breaking up with his family and going far away is not a dead hobby, but for a person, a woman, and that woman is Song Ange's mother.

After all, the dream can't match the reality. Both he and Song Ange's mother eventually lost to the reality of insufficient material life.

Song's mother broke away from the dream she gradually found ridiculous, and lived a reality, while Song Cheng still lived in Longkou Street, which belonged to the place where he and Song's mother's dream started.

It's not that he didn't regret it, but at that time it was too late to redeem everything.

His family, wife and son were all pushed aside and destroyed by him step by step.

In this world, no one cares about the existence of a man named Song Cheng.

If you commit suicide, who can you blame?

Early in the morning on New Year's Eve.

When the big guys were preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, he sat alone on a bench in the corner of the park in the south of Mingcheng.

Wearing a peaked cap on his head, when he lowered his head a little, most of his face could not be seen clearly, and he pressed down on his body and kept smashing the cigarette.

From his angle, he could see a few old people fishing by the lake. One of them didn’t look like an ordinary person. The condition of the home is good.

It's just that he has a cold and cold look towards everyone, and it seems that he is not easy to get close to.

"I said, old Song, fishing in winter is not easy. You can catch something without using bait, and you hold a bare hook every day. This fish is not stupid."

Someone started talking to the old man.

"Hmph, what do you know? Drunkards don't care about drinking. I don't understand it. It's not as good as the doll who once fished with me. He was only seven or eight years old at that time. He knows a lot. He really lives better. Go back." The old man snorted coldly, not giving anyone a good look.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Song Cheng couldn't help but smoke, because he remembered some past events.

He recognizes the doll that the old man said, how many years younger than him, a boy, seems to be called He Gui?

This child has been a top-notch child in all aspects since he was a child. He never makes people worry about him, but he has a dull temper.Only with his temperament can he often fish with the old man with a pole without any bait, and it is not boring to sit for a whole day.

The child was from a good family and belonged to the rich second generation, but the relationship with the family was a bit delicate, but unfortunately he died in his early twenties, it is said that he was hit to death by a drunk driver in winter.

Because the two families were relatively close at that time, he still remembered a little bit.

Since then, the old man has been moaning and chanting all day long, scolding the child's parents and his younger brother from time to time, saying that the parents are biased, the younger brother is bad for the child, and that such a good child has been harmed by these three people.

Later, he also heard that these three people had been happy for several years, because the descendants committed suicide, but they did not end well after all, and caused a lot of scandalous things, which even made it into the news.

It can be regarded as retribution, just thinking about it, he knows that the old man will definitely relieve his hatred for his little friend after seeing the news.

That's right, this old man is Song Cheng's father.

He and the old man hadn't met for almost 20 years. He remembered that he had a big fight with the old man because of the so-called love.

The father said that even if he donated all his money, he would not give his son a penny.

As a son, even if he died of starvation, he would not go home to eat a bite of food.

This is not a flag, not a real fragrance warning, the two are worthy of being father and son, and everyone will do what they say.

The old man really donated more than half of his property when he retired in the later period, and squandered the rest on his own. He didn't plan to give any of the money to his only son, Song Cheng.

Since Song Cheng came to Ming City, he hasn't returned home, and hasn't met his family members.

The old man was supposed to be in Lingcheng, but somehow he moved to the small place of Mingcheng.He found out about this matter a month ago, and since then he will come here to sit and have a look if he has nothing to do.

He didn't want to do anything, and he didn't intend to cry and beg for forgiveness, he just wanted to simply sit and watch from a distance.

One is from a wealthy business tycoon to an ordinary old man enjoying his old age.

One is from a prodigal son of a rich family to a laborer who lives day and night.

How ironic.

After sitting for nearly two hours, he saw an old man saying something to his old man and pointing to his side. He quickly lowered the brim of his hat, got up and left in the opposite direction.

For fear of being spotted by the seasoned old man.

"I said, that person seems to come here every day. He can't see his face while wearing a hat. Is there a problem?"

"We're not little girls, we're all old men, what can happen?"

Several old people gathered together and muttered.

Mr. Song shook his fishing rod and let out a cold snort, but he didn't even look at the suspicious person in these people's mouths.

As soon as Song Cheng arrived at Longkou Street, Lao Liu from the repair shop suddenly called him over, and asked loudly, "Xiao Song, where did your son get rich? He looks much more pleasing to the eye than the little bastard he used to be. Out of style."

"My son?" Song Cheng was stunned, unable to react for a while.

"That's right, he just went in just now. Didn't he tell you he's back?" He hasn't seen Song Ange for more than half a year, and Lao Liu always thought that he went to work in other places.

"I'll go and have a look." Song Cheng took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and strode towards the house.

Song Ange had already reached the door of his former home. He didn't have the key, but he could unlock it.

He has never used this petty stealing skill in other places, only in this door.

The reason came from the fact that Song Cheng was not at home when he came home from school one day in elementary school, and he had no key and was locked outside the door in the cold and fell ill all night. After getting sick, he began to study how to open the broken lock by himself.

It's not a high-end lock, it's easy to open.

Opening the door, the scene inside made him both familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is that the size is still the original size, what is not familiar is that the hygiene is too clean.

He has lived here for more than ten years, and he has never seen a clean place. Except for his room, other places can be called garbage dumps.

He opened the backpack in the space capsule, released the bones to breathe, and began to go in to take a good look at the changes inside.

The walls have been repainted, and the old and dirty leather sofas have been replaced with small and fresh fabric sofas. The furniture placement in the living room has been changed, and the visual space is much larger.

All the paints and utensils that were piled in the corner before were gone, and it seemed that they were not hidden somewhere, but were really thrown away.

The kitchen and bathroom are also clean.

What happened to Song Cheng that he could change his bad habits of more than ten years into this?

Pushing away from his room, it was still the same as before, and had not been touched by anyone.

What Song Ange didn't like was that his personal space was invaded without permission, and Song Cheng obviously knew this.

Looking at this too narrow bedroom, he didn't have any dislike.

In fact, he likes the small house quite a lot, because he can see the bottom at a glance, which makes him feel safe.

But the current idiot Qiao seems to like big houses and big things. He who may become Qiao Peisheng is no longer the Song Ange who has no sense of security under any circumstances.

However, now Song Ange, because of Qiao Peisheng, is no longer afraid of the empty big house.

Provided Joe Stupid stays where he can see it.

Otherwise he would still be afraid.

Living alone for more than three weeks in that not too big, but not too small three-bedroom and one living room, he was actually very disturbed.

But he didn't intend to show weakness, and he didn't intend to call Joe Stupid anytime, begging him to come back coquettishly.

Why did idiot Joe leave so suddenly?He actually does.

Just because he's not good at studying doesn't mean he's not good at other places.

He knew that idiot Joe was avoiding him, and since he needed time to slow down, he would give him time.

There's no rush, it's not too late, he has the patience to wait for idiot Joe to figure it out.

In case the distance creates beauty, Qiao idiot can't help but come back first, hugs him and kisses and gnaws, and then...

Thinking about it, little friend Song thought that his ears were burning.

He touched his feverish ears, thinking of going out to buy some food and then cooking.

He had to eat better on New Year's Eve, even if he was eating with Song Cheng, whom he didn't like.

"Gu Gu, Dad is out shopping, you have to be good." He carried Gu Gu to his room, closed the door, and was about to go out when he met Song Cheng who was standing at the door smoking half a cigarette.

Song Cheng didn't look much different from before, except that he finally knew how to shave his scruffy beard clean.

The dress is still the same as before, with a casual and sports style, and it doesn't look greasy at all.To be honest, no matter how decadent Song Cheng was, his face was still handsome, with the air of a depressed uncle.

It's no wonder that there were always people posting on him in the past, and we had a good time together.

There was even one who almost became Song Ange's stepmother, but unfortunately, the little girl was too young and naive, and was educated by her family who knew the importance of her, but she lost her way later.

The smoking man exhales, flicks the ash, and asks, "Are you back?"

"En." Song Ange nodded.

"How long do you plan to stay?"

"More than a week." This should be the longest vacation in the third year of high school. The longer the vacation, the more homework, and he came back to do his homework in another place.

"So, have you eaten yet?"

"No, I plan to go to the vegetable market to buy something, are you going?"

"Okay, let's go."

In a brief conversation, regarding his son who had disappeared for half a year, Song Cheng didn't ask him where he went or what he did, as if he had never left.

And Song Ange didn't intend to talk about his personal affairs at first.

At the same time, a resort hotel.

Someone who finally had a private space was curled up on the sofa to play a game. After a while, he felt bored, and then went to the ground to do push-ups, which was still boring.

No one clings to you all day, all kinds of begging for kisses and touches, he can't change it a bit.

This kid doesn't know how to make a phone call, is he worried about international roaming charges?The money in the card is enough for him to squander in his next life, not counting the fixed financial income, should he save it like this?

Besides, he's not there...

Someone was knocking on the door, Qiao Peicheng stood up, picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat, and went to open the door.

"Is something wrong?"

Standing outside the door was a little brother who was about the same height as him. He wore glasses and looked good. He didn't look Chinese, but he didn't look like a European or American either.

The only thing he can be sure of is that this person is not a waiter. How can a waiter not wear work clothes but wear low-key and luxurious clothes to work?

The little brother was also looking at him, as if he was looking at something, with all kinds of picky eyes.

Just when Qiao Peisheng thought that the other party could not speak Chinese, he wanted to ask in another language.

Then someone came out with a mouthful of authentic Chinese.

"An old friend is looking for you."

Qiao Peisheng was full of question marks.

The little brother didn't explain, he took a step back silently, and snorted by the way, looking reluctant.

"Hi! Dear little Jojo, miss me?"

In the next second, a sweet Zhengtai face suddenly appeared from the corner, and smiled at him naturally, revealing dimples and canine teeth, which looked very sweet.

It can be called a little sweetheart.

sweet ghost!

Why is this little pervert here!