born stubborn

"Nothing."

Yuan Yang didn't like Xia Weichu's eyes very much, and there was disdain in his complaint.

Even the cheeks were bulging, and it was obvious that his teeth were either clenching or gnawing, as if he hated iron for being too weak.

Xia Weichu turned his head and glanced at the few people in the store, his face became gloomy again, and his brows frowned.

"If you don't learn to run here and fool around with the punks, are you worthy of your mother?"

It's the same thing again, and it's blaming his mother again!

Yuan Yang's feelings for his mother were quite normal at first, but because Xia Weichu repeatedly used this mother-child kindness to make chicken feather arrows, Yuan Yang always felt that his debt to his mother was as high as the sky and as deep as the sea, as if he could not repay it in eight lifetimes. of.

However, his mother didn't allow him to have other ideas, Yuan Yang was always caught in the middle, neither the left nor the right were human.

Xia Weichu's words stimulated Yuan Yang's rebellious feeling, which he had finally restrained, and quickly revived in his consciousness.

Forcibly restraining his resistance, he said in a deep voice, "I'll be back in a while."

"Go back with me now!"

Xia Weichu couldn't tell whether he couldn't bear the toothache or was really angry, but he couldn't control it anyway, and yelled at Yuan Yang.

"I said, I'll be back in a while!" Yuan Yang also yelled back uncontrollably.

The music in the store stopped, and the few people who heard Yuan Yang's roar all tilted their heads and looked outside the store in wonder.

Liu Liang pointed to Xia Weichu who was standing outside the store, and chuckled, "Hey Li Fei, isn't that the father you recognized in the park?"

Li Fei gave Liu Liang a disgusted look, but ignored him.

Liang Yue also saw Xia Weichu, saw the angry expression on his face, and Yuan Yang's face was dark like a storm, and probably guessed what was going on.

Liang Yue quickly got up and ran out, "Uncle?" Running down the steps, Liang Yue waved his hands to greet Xia Weichu, "Are you going home?"

Xia Weichu didn't expect Liang Yue to be here, so the expression on his face softened a bit, "Xiao Yue, why are you here?"

"The friend's store opens tomorrow, I asked Yuan Yang to come with me to say hello."

Liang Yue smiled and pointed to the track piano shop behind him, explaining for Yuan Yang without any trace.

Afraid that Xia Weichu might not understand, he approached him and added, "Just come over and say hello, we'll be back in a while."

After listening to Liang Yue's words, Xia Weichu felt a little relieved.

It's a good thing that Yuan Yang didn't get mixed up with these gangsters, otherwise not only his study would be a problem, but his future life would also become a problem.

"Go home early, you know." Xia Weichu said in a deep voice, covered half of his face and left.

Yuan Yang was still standing where he was, and it was difficult to calm down.

Although Xia Weichu regarded this group of people as punks, in his opinion, they were not.

They didn't steal or rob. They walked their own way and insisted on their dreams, but they lived differently from others.

These people are no different from themselves. Although the chatting together is very rough, it does not hinder their youthful and upward brilliance.

Liang Yue watched Xia Weichu go away, took the water and cigarettes from Yuan Yang's arms, saw that he was still frowning, and comforted him, saying: "It's normal for uncle to think differently from us, and he is doing it for your own good."

Yuan Yang looked at Liang Yue with a cold face, "Call me!"

"I'm used to it, and I'll definitely change it to Uncle Xia next time." Liang Yue said with a smile, "Go in, tell them, and we'll go home."

Liang Yue was worried about Yuan Yang, and wanted to go home with him to have a look, but Yuan Yang refused, "It's late today, and I can't do tutoring, let's try another day."

"Then I'll take you to the subway."

Liang Yue threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, talked to Yang Wei, and followed Yuan Yang towards the subway entrance.

Yuan Yang didn't say anything else, if Liang Yue wanted to give it away, he could do it, if he could stay with him for one more minute, he would feel more comfortable for one more minute.

"In his heart, people are divided into different classes. He always likes to manipulate other people's lives, thinking that others should live like him. Do you think this is possible?"

Yuan Yang thought of Xia Weichu's harshness and control over him, and he was still resentful, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"He is a self-taught painter, so he feels that his own way of life is the right way. As long as the people around him are promising, it's okay. Those who are not promising are just a piece of mud in his eyes, stinking mud!"

Liang Yue listened in silence, and swayed it on Yuan Yang's shoulder, "Yuan Yang, I actually think that you and Uncle Xia are not like a nephew or uncle, but more like a father and son."

After hearing this, Yuan Yang pushed Liang Yue's arm away, "What did you say? Do you know why I didn't call him uncle? Because my dad was killed by him!"

Liang Yue was taken aback, blinked his eyes at a loss, and apologized weakly: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"Forget it." Yuan Yang took an irritable breath, frowned and said, "I finally got out of that uncomfortable energy, and I didn't want to torture myself anymore, but every time I see him, I can't control it." How hard it is to have to live with him and have to face him every day, do you understand?"

A little starlight flashed in Yuan Yang's eyes, and those painful past events that he was going to keep dusted up, popped out again, piercing him with pain.

In the middle of the summer night that year, if Xia Weichu hadn't urged his father to come to Nanying City in a hurry to accompany his works for the exhibition.

His father wouldn't die in a car accident on the way.

"Yuan Yang." Liang Yue held Yuan Yang's hand tightly, and the warmth of his palm gradually transferred to his cool hand.

He looked at the restlessness and anxiety on Yuan Yang's face, tightened his hand again, and said softly: "People will disappear, sooner or later, we will meet each other underground in 100 years, don't delay yourself because of this gone."

Yuanyang Ren Liangyue held his hand, it was very warm, and it made him mention this matter that made him collapse and irritable again, and it was no longer unbearable as before.

This may be a kind of special power. If someone is with you and someone understands, the so-called loneliness and sadness will no longer occupy too much weight in your heart.

"Liang Yue, I'm a fucking person." Yuan Yang calmed down the irritability in his heart, and said to Liang Yue apologetically, "I didn't want to infect you with these negative things, but I don't know why. I told you all, do you think I'm not a man?"

Liang Yue looked at Yuan Yang for a while, and couldn't help laughing, "I never thought you looked like a woman, which woman can have your explosive power, like a stubborn donkey."

"Donkey? Well, I'm a stubborn donkey." Yuan Yang muttered and repeated, chuckled, and roared loudly: "I'm a fucking stubborn donkey, so what can I do!"

"Okay, donkey." Liang Yue also laughed along with him, "If you're not happy, you kick it, and when you're happy, you run wild. How handsome is it?"

"Is the donkey also handsome? Maybe." Yuan Yang sighed with a smile, and said melancholy: "It's a pity that Xia Weichu tied a rein, so I can only follow the route he prescribed to walk a road I never thought of. , Blindfolded like turning a millstone."

"I think you should thank him." Liang Yue said seriously: "Yuan Yang, why don't you think about it the other way around, there is nothing wrong with the way Uncle Xia pointed you to."

Yuan Yang paused for a long time before he squeezed out a sentence, "Just because he pointed out that road, I don't want to go, because I hate him!"

Liang Yue nodded without objecting, but said: "Perhaps, you don't hate your uncle, but you hope that the person who caused your father's death was not him."

On the subway, Yuan Yang, who was sitting quietly in the corner, thought over and over of Liang Yue's last words.

Maybe, you don't hate your uncle, but you hope that the person who caused your father's death was not him.

This sentence made Yuan Yang realize that his feelings for Xia Weichu, his uncle, should really be re-examined.

The uncle who was originally respected and loved, because of his father's death, has since turned into a person whom he resents.

And this person he resented happened to take over the responsibility of raising him, which made Yuan Yang feel conflicted.

Love and hate are in a back-to-back relationship, even if one of them is willing to turn around, the situation may be very different.

Xia Weichu was the first to return home, he was restless because of the toothache.

Thinking of meeting Yuan Yang on the way, he became even more furious, made a pot of tea to scald his teeth and dared not drink it, and couldn't read two pages of the picture album.

Xia Weichu covered half of his face, wandering back and forth in front of the painting case and sighed.

Yuan Yang entered, changed his shoes at the door, and glanced at Xia Weichu.

Seeing that Xia Weichu had been staring at him coldly, not even in the mood to say hello, he walked upstairs with his schoolbag.

"Stop." Xia Weichu called him to stop.

Yuan Yang stood there without moving, and didn't want to speak, his arms drooped, and his schoolbag drooped to the ground.

Seeing his attitude, Xia Weichu couldn't help feeling a little angry, biting the cracked tooth hard, and suppressing the fire forcibly.

"You are not allowed to play with those punks in the future, do you understand?"

Yuan Yang frowned and turned around, "Liang Yue's friends are my friends, why can't I play with them?"

"Can you compare with Liang Yue?" Xia Weichu roared, the whole nerve line of the toothache jumped up, and the head was stunned by the pain.

He punched hard on the painful side of the cheek, and then yelled: "Liang Yue, his father is the director of the finance bureau, his mother is a real estate developer, and he is a rich and powerful son. You will have nothing to worry about in the future. Are you What? What do you have? What do you compare with others?"

Yuan Yang didn't understand why Xia Weichu was angry with him but punched himself in the face, but he understood what he said.

He remembered that Liu Liang had said that Liang Yue was the second generation of officials, but he did not expect that Liang Yue's family background was so superior.

Xia Weichu's roar made Yuan Yang unconsciously widen the distance between him and Liang Yue.

It turned out that he and Liang Yue had never been comparable.

Compared with learning, Liang Yue is far behind him;

Compared with the family, the family is rich and powerful, but his family is ruined;

Compared to character and popularity, Liang Yue didn't know how many times better than him.

But! ! !

"Why should I compare with him?"

Yuan Yang frowned even tighter, and shouted unconvinced: "He is him, I am me! Even if my starting point is lower than him, so what? Who stipulates that I will not be able to hold my head up all my life, even if I am worthless all my life , turned into a piece of mud, you can't control it!"

"Yuan Yang!" Xia Weichu pointed at him, trembling with anger, gritted his cracked tooth, and roared: "Yuan Wenqian is so good, how could you and Yuan Tao be born? Useless bastard!"

"Don't mention my dad!" Yuan Yang became anxious, and threw his schoolbag on the ground, "If it wasn't for you, would my dad die?"