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It was not until Sunday afternoon that he returned to the city where he lived.

He turned on the phone that had been shut down for a long time, and there were many missed calls and text messages, which surprised him a bit. The phone bill was basically devoted to the monthly rental fee of the number, and it was rare to have so much contact information.

But there are mainly three people, one without notes, one is that kid Musu, and the rest are all points and information from his father Tan Xianqi.

At five o'clock on Sunday afternoon, I'll be waiting for you at that ramen restaurant.

To put it simply, I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

When the ramen was served this time, Qingfeng was obviously not as impatient as it was the first time. He ate a few mouthfuls leisurely, but before Tan Xianqi opened his mouth, he couldn't help asking, "Are you okay this time?" ?”

This sentence, Tan Xianqi realized, seemed to be Qingfeng's opening remarks every time.

"You... you can eat first." This time, he restrained himself and patiently. He always felt that Qingfeng was also his son, so he should slow down the pace as he did with Tan Ling.

Qingfeng panicked more and more cautiously, and didn't know what kind of possession his father was, and he spoke so slowly and unpleasantly to him.

"Go ahead." Qingfeng had almost finished eating, and wiped his mouth.

"Actually, it's nothing. Our father and son haven't talked about the old days for a long time." Qingfeng trembled secretly when he said this, for a long time?In his memory, there should be no such thing as "reminiscing about the past".

"Reminiscing about the past?" Facing Qingfeng's suspicious expression, Tan Xianqi actually felt a little embarrassed, maybe the words he used were not right.

The two were silent for ten minutes, Qingfeng looked at the time, and asked, "If there is nothing else, I'll go first." Just as he was about to pick up his backpack, Tan Xianqi asked very directly, "Are you not staying?" In the apartment I arranged for you, where do you live now?"

"Oh..." Qingfeng thought it would take him a long time to find out that he didn't live in that apartment, "living with someone else, taking care of each other, and not doing anything bad like pornography, gambling, or drugs."

"Where do you live now?" Tan Xianqi knew that Qingfeng just didn't want to tell him the address, so he talked about him.

"It's getting late, you should go home, I have to go first." Before Tan Xianqi asked, Qingfeng had already left in a hurry, and when he paid the bill, he knew that Qingfeng had already paid.Before leaving, the proprietress was very enthusiastic and said to him, "Your son is quite filial. He knows how to prevent his father from paying the bill at a young age. My son will not be able to..."

Are you filial?He never saw it...

Tan Xianqi still couldn't figure out why Qingfeng didn't live in the place he arranged and didn't use the living expenses he gave him?The secretary checked the balance in the card for him. It was quite a considerable sum for ordinary people, and the bill only contained income records and no expenditures. Why should such pride be so important.

Sitting on the bus, Qingfeng thought about Tan Xianqi's appearance when he got along with him just now. It was the first time he saw him unable to speak clearly, and it was rare to feel that he even looked a bit like a father.However, looking back, I remembered the first meeting in that noodle shop, how impatient that person was, maybe it was business interruption, maybe it was just that the person in front of him was not enough to make him calm down and talk.

Looking down at the cold text message on the phone, I recalled the scene when I ran into their family of three having dinner when I was working in a restaurant. Why was the atmosphere so cold? No matter how much Tan Ling argued with Tan Xianqi, he was the father in the end. According to the son.

The tiger is the king of beasts, and he dares not offend him. Only father and son love, step by step.

I can only turn my mood at that time into a sigh, I am afraid that Tan Qingfeng will not make that person have this kind of "step by step" concern until he dies.

In the end, it just turned into a smile on the corner of the mouth. People always like to think too much. In fact, as long as you don't think about it, life is not as complicated as imagined.

After school, because of the teacher's procrastination, Qingfeng went to the canteen to buy a loaf of bread in a hurry, while walking towards the bus stop sign, while looking down at the notes, she wanted to say something to that kid today.

Just as he walked across the road, he saw a little ghost with bandages on his hands and feet walking towards him, like a machine, with his eyes staring straight at this side.

"Hi, good afternoon!" He greeted, smiling eyes crooked, that kind of smile poured out, as if the stars were poured into it, perhaps it was just the contrast between this emotion and the body that made Qingfeng distracted.

"You're still in such a good mood after being injured?" Qingfeng stretched out his hand to cushion his injured hand, "It's not a serious injury, why are you walking like this?"

With a single word, Mu Su's small face immediately pulled down, "Everyone believes in me, why are you so cold-blooded?" He couldn't stop complaining, but Qingfeng slapped his hair hard." I just don't quite believe that someone is going to come to school with a serious injury."

"Fortunately, it's my hand-picked tutor, and the melon seeds in the head are smart." Turning his head, he motioned for Qingfeng to follow him.

The two of them walked to the carport, and there was a brand new bicycle parked in front of them. Mu Su waved his bandaged finger and said, "Anyway, let's go by the way, you can drive me home."

"Me?" Qingfeng said with a displeased face, "I'm happy to take the bus, who can go home with a hundred catties of meat on their body?"

Musu's face darkened in an instant, and he roared angrily, "Who told you to teach me a wounded man!"

"Then how did you get here?" Seeing in his heart that Musu was taking advantage of him, he turned around and was about to leave, but the man grabbed his arm, "Don't, the man who hit me paid for my new car, and I I was hit by a sports car while riding my bike the day before yesterday, and I am still shivering now, and I have to go home in the middle of the night."

"Car accident?" Qingfeng couldn't tease him anymore, and quickly asked, "You have nothing else to do, have you been checked by the hospital?"

"I've checked it. Didn't I pay for the car? You can do me a favor and take the car back with you." Being so entangled by Musu, Qingfeng could only throw the schoolbag into his arms, Push out the car and sit on it, "You must be running amok, and the owner of the car is not bad."

"What, he's very arrogant. I scolded him all the way to the hospital, and ran away like a shit. It was his cousin who made the apology. Don't let that kind of person fall into my hands. I want him to look good next time." Mu Su Sitting straddled behind Qingfeng, he cursed endlessly along the way, "You don't know, I suppressed him all at once, and that man didn't say a word at the end."

"Hey, he drives a sports car. You may not know where he came from. You are not afraid of getting into trouble." Qingfeng couldn't help laughing and scolded, "Don't be so unreasonable next time. Since you have apologized, If you are not seriously injured, just accept it."

"Hmph, I'm doing justice for the heavens. Who knows if I was the first to be hit. Maybe the person before him spared him like you did. I must seek justice for those souls." In short, Mu Su You're right, he's always right.

"You……"