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Bai Aize took a taxi, first asked his master to go to Jinzuo Square, Shang Chu got out of the car first, and then turned around to go to a garden villa area in the western suburbs.

Shang Chu waved goodbye to Bai Aize with a smile on the side of the road, and when the rear of the car turned a corner and completely disappeared from sight, the corners of his originally raised mouth pulled down little by little, and finally became a straight line.

Most of the stores in the shopping mall were closed, and the musical fountain also stopped. The square was filled with festive bright red colors, red balloons, red banners and red lanterns, which were very eye-catching.

Shang Chu took out a cigarette, squatted on the road pier for a while, smoked half of the cigarette, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, the second-hand broken phone was quiet, there were no missed calls and no text messages.

"Hold!"

When he realized what he was looking forward to, Shang Chu slapped himself hard in the heart, then took a deep breath of the cigarette, pressed the remaining half of the cigarette on the road pier and crushed it out, and got up to find it casually. An Internet cafe that is still in business to make a living overnight.

He put on the hat that came with his coat and rubbed his palms a few times before he felt a little warmer.

Shangchu walked back and forth on the small road between Chengzhongcun and Jinzuo several times. The first time he reached the intersection, he thought to himself, "Should there be no Internet cafes open tonight? Why don't we just go back?" The first time I thought to myself, "Even if there is an Internet cafe that is still open, if he is the only one in it, it would be embarrassing! Or go back and forget it", and the third time I said to myself, "Everyone else posts photos of the New Year's Eve dinner in Moments , just him eating 15 yuan a bucket of instant noodles in an Internet cafe, I'm so miserable! Or go back"...

After wandering around alone for a few times, Shangchu thought to himself that if it rains a little this time, and give him an oiled paper umbrella, he can directly cosplay like a clove without putting on makeup Omega.

He couldn't convince himself no matter what, he couldn't convince himself to go back to the unheated hut with air leakage on all sides in the village in the city to face Shang Lijun.

The eighth time when he walked to the intersection, a voice appeared in Shang Chu's mind, telling him to go back, at least today should be back, when his mother is still around, isn't this day the most important thing throughout the year?

Shang Chu also forgot which year it was. At that time, Shang Lijun was working in a glass cutting factory. He hadn’t drunk alcohol for two full months. Shouting and beatings rarely disappeared in this house. During that time, the mute’s happiness was beyond words. Gesture that your father has really changed this time.On New Year's Eve that year, the family of three went to watch the fireworks under the dam in Xinyang. There was a leather shoes stall. Shang Lijun bought a pair of brown leather shoes for 35 yuan, and they looked amazing on their feet.The mute clapped his hands, made a sound of "Wooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah!"

That scene is the rare warm scene about family in Shang Chu's memory so far.

Shang Chu's hood was pressed down very low, almost covering half of his face. He sniffed, turned on his toes, and walked towards the alley in the village in the city.

He was convinced by the little residual warmth in his memory.

Shang Chu twisted the doorknob, and when he heard "Who is it?" from inside, he shrank his fingers and pushed the wooden door open as usual.

Shang Lijun sat at the table, turned around and saw Shang Chu coming back, with surprise, guilt, regret and other emotions on his face, but soon, he smiled nervously, wiped his hands on his clothes, Said: "Are you back? It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

"En." Shang Chu took off his shoes, and responded lightly.

"Why don't you say something when you come back?" Shang Lijun looked awkwardly at the two plates on the table, which were leftovers from yesterday, "I didn't prepare anything to eat, I, I now... "

"Need not."

Shang Chu put the plastic bag in his hand on the table, which contained the pork knuckle and chicken wing tips he just weighed at the alley-mouth lo mei shop.

"You sit, sit here."

Shang Lijun got up to get Shang Chu the bowls and chopsticks. Shang Chu noticed that there was a scab on his forehead, his walking posture was also up and down, and his left ankle was red and swollen.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Shang Chu asked.

Shang Lijun's back froze, and he replied with a smile: "I fell while walking, I fell."

Shang Chu sneered, he knew that it was not a fall at all, but that Shang Lijun got drunk and got beaten because he didn't know where he was.

But he was too lazy to pierce it, so he pulled out his chair and sat down at the table. There were wilted cabbage and dried salted fish on two plates. Shang Chu picked up the two leftovers and dumped them straight into the trash can.

"It's good to pour it out," Shang Lijun said dully, "It's good to get rid of the old and welcome the new, it's good to pour out the leftovers, it's good to pour it out..."

When he spoke, his eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at Shang Chu at all.

This state is too familiar to Shang Chu, and Shang Lijun's life seems to have only two things - shouting and killing people when he is mad, and falling into endless regret when he is sober.

The father and son sat quietly at the same dining table, neither of them spoke. The small TV in the living room was playing the warm-up program before the Spring Festival Gala, which was lively and harsh.

"You eat this, this fat."

A huge pig's trotter was suddenly put into the bowl, Shang Chu said coldly without raising his eyes, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Shang Lijun pursed his lips nervously, and then whispered, "You don't need to be so polite..."

Shang Chu didn't reply, so the simple kitchen fell into silence again.

After a long time, Shang Lijun glanced at Shang Chu, tightened his fingers on his left hand, pressed his palm on Shang Chu's shoulder, and asked with concern like a real father: "How do you feel in that training camp? Are you sure you will pass the exam?"

"is acceptable."

Shang Chu moved the chair to the side, Shang Lijun's hands were frozen in the air, he blinked a little helplessly, and then asked naturally, "Are you full with food? Is the money enough?"

"I'm full, enough." Shang Chu still spoke concisely, without any expression on his face.

"That's good," Shang Lijun murmured again with wet eyes, "That's good, as long as you live well, I miss you very much..."

Shang Chu put down his chopsticks with a "slap", and said with a sneer, "Missing me? It's been two months, and I haven't had a single call. Is this also called missing me?"

Shang Lijun was taken aback, and turned his face away to look at the yellowed wall: "Sometimes I really want to fight, but I just... dare not, and I'm afraid to disturb you..."

Shang Chu took out two cans of beer from his backpack and opened them. He raised his head and drank a big gulp, then put the other can heavily in front of Shang Lijun: "Have a drink."

"I won't drink anymore," Shang Lijun shook his head, "I won't drink anymore..."

"Stop fucking farting!" Shang Chu scoffed at him mercilessly, "How many times have you said this, can you count it yourself?"

"This time it's true," Shang Lijun stared at him with open eyes, and swallowed twice, "It's really changed, really."

Shang Chu drank half a bottle of wine in one breath, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Last year, my grandfather was hospitalized with pneumonia. You said you wanted to go back to Xinyang to take care of him. I'll give you 2000 yuan. What did you do with it?"

Shang Lijun licked his dry lips: "Why are you talking about this..."

"The summer before last, I broke my bone while delivering milk. I couldn't go to the high school to report. You go for me. You took the registration fee of 1200. Where did you go?" Shang Chu smiled flamboyantly.

Shang Lijun shook his head, his breathing became heavier: "I'm not human, stop talking..."

"When my mother just died, you said one night to buy milk for me, but you didn't come back. I was locked at home for three days, and I was almost starving to death. I jumped from the window on the second floor and broke my body. Lost a leg, where did you go to buy milk?" Shang Chu handed the wine to him, "Drink some, it's good to chat."

The scandals he had done were laid out on the table one by one by his son. Shang Lijun slammed the table and said with red eyes, "I'm not human, I'm not fucking human..."

"You are not," Shang Chu threw the beer bottle to the ground, "When I was six years old, you put a kitchen knife on my neck, remember? You said you can die, but I want to die with you... ..”

Shang Lijun raised his hand to cover his eyes, a low sob came out of his throat.

The Spring Festival Gala started, and the opening song was quite joyful. Shangchu buried his head in the tip of a wing, put on the backpack leaning against his feet, and said, "Let's go."

Shang Lijun finally raised his face from his arms, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, he blew his nose, but didn't hold back: "Wait, Dad has something for you."

Shang Chu watched him limping into the room, then limping out again, stuffing a stack of small change into his pocket.

"Eat enough, dress warmly, and take care of yourself," he paused, and then said, "I'm fine, it's fine as it is, you live your own life, don't worry about me... ..”

Without saying a word, Shang Chu zipped up his jacket and left without looking back.

In the very center of the city, Shang Chu hurriedly walked, wearing a black padded jacket and black trousers, almost melting into the night.

He hailed a car on the taxi app, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep after reporting an address, regardless of how much the fare had risen on New Year's Eve.

On the other side of the city, in the highest-class garden villa area in the capital, Bai Aize pushed open the heavy carved wooden door, and the aunt at home was setting the dishes. Seeing that he was back, she was very happy, and immediately came up to greet him, complaining: "Mr. It's Chinese New Year, why come back so late, Aunt Zhang's dishes are all set on the table!"

Bai Aize smiled and took off his coat: "It's not easy to take a taxi, is my mother here?"

"It's in the study!" Aunt Zhang glanced upstairs, tiptoed to Bai Aize's ear, "Your mother has been talking about you all day, and it's not easy for her to spend a new year at home, and she is thinking about your early return! "

Bai Aize's heart warmed, Qiao Runan was waiting for him at home?

In Bai Aize's memory, Qiao Runan seldom spent the New Year at home, either he was on a business trip abroad, or he was attending some important business reception.In the past few years on New Year's Eve, there were only him and Aunt Zhang in the huge villa, and a table of sumptuous dishes was often wasted with a few chopsticks.

Aunt Zhang has been with Bai Aize for more than ten years, and she can see at a glance that the child is very happy, she pushed him on the back, and pouted: "Go up and talk to your mother!"

"it is good."

Bai Aize threw his coat on the sofa, and was about to go upstairs when he heard a quiet voice from upstairs.

"Ai Ze, are you back?"

He looked up and saw Qiao Runan standing in front of the railing on the second floor with a gentle smile on his face.

"Mom has been waiting for you all day."

Bai Aize replied: "Yes, I'm back."

Qiao Runan walked down the stairs, even in her own home, she was still exquisite as if she walked out of an oil painting.A close-fitting milky white velvet one-piece dress perfectly set off her still slender figure. Her long hair was tied behind her head, and a few strands of carefully groomed hair hung down from her temples. On the hairpin was a rare grandmother Green emerald, with expensive pearl earrings on her ears, and a pair of eye-catching bright red high-heeled shoes on her feet.

"Is it darker?" Qiao Runan stood in front of his son, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with a smile, "You look like a man."

"It's a bit darker," Bai Aize said, "It's quite tan."

"We'll be ready for dinner in a while," Qiao Runan turned his head, the pearl earrings shining brightly under the light, "Sister Zhang, warm Ai Ze with a bowl of chicken soup first."

"Okay!" Aunt Zhang responded hastily.

"There's no rush," Bai Aize said, "I'll go back to the room to put the bag."

After going up to the third floor, Bai Aize took out his mobile phone, only to find that his father had called him twice and sent another message, asking him if he wanted to go there for the New Year.

Bai Shusong and Qiao Runan have been divorced for many years, and they invite Bai Aize to celebrate the New Year with him every year, but he already has a new family, and Bai Aize is inconvenient and unwilling to join.

He replied to his father's message, refusing to say that he would not go there, and asked Bai Shusong to send a message to Uncle Fu, wishing him a happy new year.

After replying to the text message and going downstairs, Bai Aize drank a bowl of boiled golden chicken soup. Aunt Zhang kept talking about how she lost so much weight, did she have no food at all in that broken base, did she not wear warm clothes? , or we won't go...

Bai Aize patted Aunt Zhang's hand dumbfounded, and comforted him: "Aunt Zhang, the exam is tomorrow, and it will be over after the exam."

"I heard that the conditions in the youth training camp are very difficult," said Qiao Runan, who was sitting on the sofa and flipping through business magazines, with a cold and delicate voice, "You can try it, but that kind of life is not suitable for us."

Bai Aize couldn't help frowning, but today was New Year's Eve, he didn't want to argue with his mother on this important day, so he didn't speak.

About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang at home.

Qiao Runan immediately stood up, adjusted the one-piece dress on her body, and said to Bai Aize: "The guests are here, come and pick them up with me."

guest?

It's Chinese New Year, how can there be guests at home?

Isn't Qiao Runan waiting for him to come back for the New Year?Why did someone else come?

Before he had time to ask, the doorbell rang again, and he stood behind Qiao Runan out of courtesy, watching his mother slowly open the double mahogany door.

"Hello Qin, hello Mrs. Qin," Qiao Runan changed from the coldness of the past, and greeted warmly, "I'll wait for you to eat, how about Si Nian? Come on, come in quickly, it's so cold outside, Ai Ze and others You have been here for a long time!"

There was a family of three standing outside the door. The man had the air of a superior person, and the woman beside her was gentle. She took Bai Aize's hand and said, "This is your son, right? He is indeed a good-looking man. I have heard of it a long time ago." Si Nian talked about you!"

Behind them, the boy in a suit and bow tie was none other than Qin Sinian.

Bai Aize was a little shocked, but he didn't show his emotions.

"Ai Ze, this is Uncle Qin and Aunt Qin. Mom mentioned it to you before." Qiao Runan took his hand and led him to the front. "And Si Nian, you should have known each other in the training camp, Si Nian I kept saying that you took good care of him, and my mother thought you were right and a gentleman."

"Hello, Uncle, Auntie." Bai Aize nodded lightly.

Mrs. Qin pushed Qin Sinian, who was hiding behind and shy, to the front, and joked: "Come here, Si Nian, are you still shy after knowing each other for so long?"

"Bai, classmate Bai," Qin Sinian straightened his tie and said blushingly, "We meet again..."

"En." Bai Aize responded casually.

"Ai Ze, take Si Nian to your room for a chat, after dinner, mom will go up and call you." Qiao Runan patted Qin Sinian's shoulder lovingly, and said with a smile.

"Right here," Bai Aize said in a steady tone, "The room is messy."

The perfect smile on Qiao Runan's face froze for half a second, but soon returned to normal: "That's right, you haven't come back for so long, the room is covered in dust, please sit in the living room first."

Without saying a word, Bai Aize turned around and left. Qin Sinian trotted after him wearing slippers.

"Actually," Qin Sinian glanced at Bai Aize, bit his lips, "I'm Omega..."

"I know." Bai Aize played with his mobile phone without raising his head.

"I went to that youth training camp because of you," Qin Sinian explained again in a low voice, "I, I didn't hide it on purpose. Not long after I arrived in the capital, my parents said they would introduce me to you, saying that the two of us The family is very suitable, you can, you can..."

Having said that, Qin Sinian paused, took a light breath, and continued shyly: "I think that's boring, I want to get to know you by myself and see what kind of person you are, so I asked My dad put me in that training camp..."

There was no wave on Bai Aize's face: "Well, then what kind of person do you think I am, have you come to a conclusion?"

Seeing his reaction, Qin Sinian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "I think you are very good, very powerful."

"Your purpose is to know what kind of person I am. Now that you have the answer, this matter can stop here."

Qin Sinian was a little slow to react, he hesitated: "No, it's not..."

"Is there anything else you want to know?" Bai Aize raised his eyes from the phone and asked politely, "I can answer it once."

"Then, what kind of person do you like?" Qin Sinian asked in a whisper.

"Better than me." Bai Aize replied concisely.

At the other end of the living room, Qiao Runan put her hands on her knees, sitting gracefully. She could vaguely hear her discussing with Director Qin about a newly developed piece of land, and how the government considers the bidding companies... .

He was upset when he heard that, so he stood up straight, didn't even take the backpack in the room, put on his coat and walked out the door.

Qiao Runan frowned: "Ai Ze, where are you going?"

"Father." Bai Aize put on his short boots and pushed open the wooden door.

Qiao Runan smiled apologetically at Director Qin and Mrs. Qin, and chased outside the door with a rare serious expression.

"Ai Ze!" she called to stop her son.

Bai Aize stopped walking.

"Come back!" Qiao Runan ordered like an employee in the company, "Today's meal is very important to me, and it directly involves hundreds of millions of profits. You should understand the priorities."

"Priorities?" Bai Aize didn't even turn his head, "Mom, me and a few hundred million, what's the most important, which one should be slow and which one should be urgent?"

Qiao Runan pressed the center of his eyebrows impatiently, not understanding why his son was so ignorant.

"Qin Chu's only son likes you very much, you just need to sit quietly with him, okay? Is this very demanding?"

"The marriage between you and my father was a transaction. Did you give birth to me for a transaction?" Bai Aize asked.

"Bai Aize!" Qiao Runan was indeed a little angry, with imperceptible tremors in her voice, the wind messed up her carefully groomed hair, "You are my son, you have no right to be willful. Come back immediately!"

"Mr. Qiao," Bai Aize said coldly, "I'll come back when you have time to talk to me as a mother."

After saying this, he stepped away, and his figure gradually disappeared into the dark night.

Qiao Runan crossed his arms, feeling the bone-chilling cold on this most lively night of the year.

After a while, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, straightened her slightly messy hair, stepped on bright high heels, pushed open the heavy wooden door again, and returned to the well-heated villa.

She had flawless makeup and a delicate smile on her face: "I'm sorry, something happened to Aize's father, he must rush over immediately..."

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I still haven't kissed QAQ, I will definitely kiss in the next chapter!