Sunset red

Shou: "I'm probably going to disappoint you, because no matter how you act, it can't compare to one-tenth of the deity."

attack:"……"

The heart of steel that had hit this thousand-flowered bush actually missed a beat: "Why are you suddenly so... unpretentious?"

Shou smiled: "You guess."

That night, the two made up for the missed homework a few times.

The performance of receiving is completely different from the past.

Gong could feel his fatigue.However, although he was tired, his spirit was very excited.He seemed extremely eager when he asked for it, as if he wanted to release everything that had been concealed, suppressed, and fermented in his heart in this hair.

Gong tentatively kissed him, and got a warm response.Shou raised his arms to hook Gong's neck, and rubbed against his cheek attached.

Gong was pleasantly surprised but also worried: "What's wrong with you?"

Shou: "I just miss you."

Gong only thought that gathering less and leaving more recently, thinking that there are benefits to gathering less and leaving more, he was a little happy.

I can't express the complex and delicate feelings in my heart.

During the day, he completed a difficult task and began to believe that he could really do it well.

He hadn't even realized that he admired Gong so much before, that even if he secretly imitated him, he seemed to gain some strength from it.

He gradually became more daring to attack.

Obviously, he is no longer young, and he no longer has the energy and hard work of young people to grow up enthusiastically and recklessly.But at this moment, he still hopes to do better and stand higher until he breaks all the cages that have trapped him in the past and the future.

He hoped that Gong would understand this and would wait for him.

He also hoped that Gong would not notice anything, after all, it was almost comical and sad to make such a big wish suddenly at such an age.

When Shou woke up in the morning, Gong had already left for work.

Shou sat alone in the empty bedroom for a while, recalling the passionate emotions of last night, and the sense of shame began to return.

Especially right now, looking at the pillow where Gong lay on, feeling sincerely lonely.

Shou shook his head, washed and dressed, and when he was about to walk out of the bedroom, he saw the suitcase by the door, and he paused.

Shou thought: If I take away one of his clothes, he shouldn't notice it, right?

How about a tie?

Gong certainly doesn't remember how many ties he has.

Shou stood still and struggled for a while, but still walked towards Gong's closet.

While looking for his tie, he suddenly saw a translucent file bag in a drawer, which seemed to contain a... photo of himself.

He accidentally opened the file bag, and took out a few photos of himself (I don’t remember when Gong took it), a poster from 20 years ago (with myself in the corner), and a note I wrote to Gong. ("Boss: I'm going to the supermarket").

At the bottom is a picture.

The drawing paper has turned yellow, and on it are two people, one big and one small, drawn with an oil pastel stick, and the brushwork is very naive.

Shou remembered that this painting was an art homework done by his adopted son when he was a child, and it was a family portrait.It had been pasted on the refrigerator of the rented house before, but it was lost for some reason when we moved, and he didn't care.

It turned out to be attacked and hidden.

Is it because you are afraid that you will think about others when you see things?

That night in a strange hotel, Shou had a dream.In the dream, I returned to the shooting scene, standing in the morgue built by the crew, with a corpse covered in white cloth in front of me.The director shouted: "Action!"

Shou stepped forward and lifted the white cloth, and saw the pale face of his adopted son.

Shou woke up with a sharp colic, and the long-lost stomach pain returned.

He struggled to get off the ground, and boiled a pot of hot water for himself to drink.The pain in the stomach relieved a little, but the cold sweat was still breaking out.

Shou turned on all the lights in the room.When you close your eyes, you can only see the portrait of your adopted son.

I thought it was a sign.

I have never had time to think about adopting a son. Is it because I am really worried about other things, or do I subconsciously not want to face this problem?

He doesn't want to lose the child.

But on the other hand, he didn't want Gong and his adopted son's hard work so far to go to waste.

Sitting with a tired stomach until dawn, even on the show, he had to make up to cover up his pale face.

Do you have enough strength to face your adopted son?

On the way home from the airport, Shou contacted Gong: "Has my son made an appointment with you for the next contact?"

Gong: "He said he would find a chance to call tomorrow night. What?"

Shou: "Can I answer the call tomorrow? I'll go home after work. I have something to say to him."

The adopted son has recently gained a firm foothold under the boss's hands, and has achieved a lot of achievements.The people in the company were not fools, they could see that he was in the limelight, and no one wanted to separate from him at this juncture, and instead offered olive branches one after another.

Only a few people who can see clearly from a high place are still watching what he is planning with cold eyes.

The adopted son clamped his tail tightly, didn't cause trouble, and didn't ask questions, as if he had no interest in anything other than his immediate interests.

As the real power in his hands grew, gradually there were small characters nodding and bowing to him, toasting and lighting cigarettes. The obsequious attitude was the same as when he first entered the workplace.

In the dead of night, the adopted son also thought for a moment.

Isn't it this kind of day to get ahead that I have always yearned for?

When the day comes, everything in front of my eyes will be shattered into phantoms again, and I will go back to struggling in that gutter again?

But he won't let himself think in that direction.

You can't think that way, otherwise everything he has done, including his very existence, will become a joke.

The adopted son dialed Gong at the appointed time: "I don't have much time this time, so I'll make a long story short."

The adopted son was sorting out the information collected in his head, but an unexpected voice came from the other end.

Shou: "Xiaoyang."

Adopted son: "..."

Shouben also had a draft in his stomach, and there were a lot of things he wanted to ask, persuade, and instruct, but was disrupted by the first sentence of the adoptive son.

Shou: "Then... I'll make a long story short. I misunderstood you last time and hit you. I'm sorry. Don't hang up, don't hang up-I'm doing well now. Listen to Mr. Fu, you're doing well too. "

Holding up Gong's mobile phone, Shou glanced at the closed door of the bedroom.He knew that Gong was waiting outside, perhaps still eavesdropping.

Shou: "So..."

The adopted son held the phone and frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Shou: "So, let's let go of the past. As long as you are safe, wherever you work..."

Adopted son: "You want me to give up?"

by:"……"

Adopted son: "You want me to stop here, and then feel at ease as the big brother's little brother, is that what you mean?"

The adopted son was mad.

Not only because of the opinion of his adoptive father revealed in his words, but also because the other party's few words just pierced his fig leaf, and hit the despicable thoughts in his heart that he evaded like snakes and scorpions.

—I understand you.

——I have seen through you a long time ago.From the time you were a child, from the time you made your first mistake, from the time you used the scissors to cut through your classmate's fancy coat.

—I despise you, I pity you.

——But I can still tolerate you like this.

"I'm not!" The adopted son roared into the microphone, "I'm not! I'm not that kind of person! I'm not!!!"

Shou: "...I didn't say you are that kind of person, I just worried about you. When I misunderstood you before, I said I looked down on you. That was an angry word. Don't be angry with me because of that sentence... What is your peace like?" It's all important, no matter what, I only have your son..."

The adopted son suddenly threw the phone against the wall, smashing the screen.

The adopted son stared at the darkened screen: "Dad, I sometimes think that my biological parents probably either raped or stole, that's why I was born like this."

The phone has long been hung up.

Adopted son: "I also know that you have been enduring it all the time, because you look down on me and feel sorry for me."

……

"But ah, I don't want to hear that, I still have a sigh of relief in my heart... in my heart."

I want to be an upright person, I want to be a noble person, I want to prove that everyone wronged me.

Even if it's only for the brief time that the lightning splits the rain.

Shou was still staring at the phone in a daze, Gong had already opened the door and walked in with a gloomy expression.

Gong: "You said you had an important confession, but you didn't discuss it with me, just to tell him about it?"

by:"……"

Gong Yahuo asked: "Do you know how many days I haven't slept through? Do you know how many people's worth and lives I bet on? Do you think I'm a fool with a lot of money, and I'm full to do those things?" Yes, hurry up to treat you well?"