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City quality examination at the end of March, yesterday evening self-study Shang Chu met the little four-eyed boy in the next class, and asked how the preparation was going, are you confident to get the first place in the grade this time, I stole you last time No.1 is really an accident, oops, you won't scold me secretly behind your back, will you?

Shang Chu didn't even give him a straight look, and turned his face away as if he didn't have this person. After returning home, he scolded the four-eyed frog cub with Bai Aize for half an hour.

Bai Aize echoed "um", "yes", and "of course" on the other end of the phone, Shang Chu raised his eyebrows, and teased him deliberately: "No, I'm not relieved by scolding him alone."

Bai Aize asked: "Then how can I relieve my anger?"

"You scold me too," Shang Chu hooked his fingers and urged, "Hurry up!"

It would be too embarrassing for Second Young Master Bai to swear at the street, Bai Aize took a breath and mulled, "I'll think about it."

Shang Chu waited patiently, and after waiting for a long time, he heard a dry "bastard" coming out from the other end.

"..." Shang Chu held back his laughter, and pretended to be angry, "You are not lethal at all!"

"Achu..." Bai Aize helplessly shouted in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, don't embarrass our second son, how about this," Shangchu thought, raised his chin, and joked, "You follow me, and you follow me when I scold you, is that okay?"

Bai Aize sighed indulgently: "I will try my best."

"Grandson! Stupid! You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!" Shang Chu opened his mouth without even thinking about it, and a string of words came out like cannonballs without stopping, "Damn it!"

The corners of Bai Aize's mouth twitched twice, trying to maintain a calm facial expression, and his posture was as upright as a spokesperson in an official news broadcast room: "Turtle... grandson of turtle, fool, puppy, son of tortoise, dog... ... the mating partner of the . . .

Follow-up reading is follow-up reading, not only that, the second son also took the initiative to carry out intra-lingual translation on the basis of follow-up reading, which is very particular about trustworthiness and elegance.

The first few are understandable, but what is a "dog's mating partner"?This is too elegant!

Shang Chu pursed his lips, his shoulders shrugged violently, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, he gave a thumbs up to the phone camera, and praised: "What a beautiful Chinese language!"

Bai Aize felt a little embarrassed, turned his head and coughed twice.

"Come again, this time scold a little more elegantly." Shang Chu became playful, clapped his hands after thinking for a while, and said, "People who wear glasses are usually not intellectuals, but wretched little toads with mung bean eyes!"

"..."

Bai Aize silently took off the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He doesn't have a high degree of myopia, so he doesn't usually wear glasses, and only occasionally wears them when his eyes get tired from reading. Who knows, by coincidence, he caught up with Shang Chu's indiscriminate attack.

Shangchu covered his mouth and lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders a few times, and finally broke out into an earth-shattering laugh.

It was only then that Bai Aize realized that the little bastard was playing with him again, so he shook his head helplessly and said, "Nonsense."

Shang Chu bent his eyes and giggled like a little mouse licking candy, and Bai Aize also laughed when he saw his overjoyed little appearance, and the two of them just smiled face to face, without saying anything, wrapped in the I had fun in bed for more than ten minutes.It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that Shangchu's mobile phone alarm clock rang, reminding him that it was already late at night and that he would have an exam tomorrow, then they said good night to each other and hung up the phone.

The next day was the quality inspection day, Shang Chu got up a little later than usual, didn't go out to run laps, and planned to recharge his energy and save all his strength for the exam room.

After getting dressed and going out the door of the room, there was a sound of retching from the toilet, which made Shang Chu's stomach full of panacidic water.

Shang Lijun vomited every morning after brushing his teeth. The key point was that his voice was so breathless, as if he wanted to vomit all his internal organs.Shang Chu wondered if it was the case for older people, he himself occasionally felt nauseous when he brushed his teeth, but it was not as loud as Shang Lijun.

He went back to the room and put on the earphones. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Shang Lijun was still not well. Shang Chu looked at the time impatiently, and knocked on the wooden door of the toilet twice: "Are you all right?"

"It's alright! It's alright!" There was the sound of the toilet flushing inside, and then the door opened, and Shang Lijun lifted his unfastened trousers, "Use it, Dad."

The smell in the toilet was indescribable, urine stains splashed out by the pit, a trace of unwashed yellow phlegm hung on the wall of the washbasin, drips dripped down from the table, and a piece of dry footwear could rest on it. Nowhere.

Shang Chu closed his eyes, a feeling of irritability burned from the soles of his feet, he really wanted to get angry, wanted to rush outside and grab Shang Lijun's collar and spit on his face, but he I also know that there is no reason for this anger. It seems that there is nothing wrong with Shang Lijun. He has not drunk, owed debts or fought recently. It is nothing more than a sloppy living habit.

But Shangchu was still upset, although he didn't want to admit it, but he knew very well in his heart that he got up so early every morning just to avoid this scene.

The more outstanding and vigorous he is in other places, the more his classmates and friends adore and trust him, the more Bai Aize dotes on and pampers him, the less he wants to face such a dirty living environment and such a poor life itself.

Hold!Is this broken house worthy of me!Is Shang Lijun worthy of me?

As soon as this idea flashed into his mind, Shang Chu immediately splashed a handful of cold water on his face in a panic.

He took a few paper towels to wipe off the thick phlegm, and when he stretched out his hand, he realized that his fingertips were shaking.Shang Chu suppressed the gloom that lingered in his heart, took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, slapped his face twice, stared at his eyes in the mottled lenses, and repeatedly warned himself in his heart:

——Shang Chu, you shouldn't be so vain, it's not you, it's not you.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the wooden door, and Shang Lijun asked a little cautiously outside: "Dad is going to buy breakfast, what do you eat? Do you want fried dough sticks? Where are the pancakes?"

Shang Chu grabbed a handful of hair, and was about to say no with a cold face, when he heard Shang Lijun ask softly, a little nervously: "How about two boiled eggs? Eating eggs every day is enough nutrition..."

Shang Chu who was inside the wooden door was stunned for a moment, then replied coldly: "Whatever you want."

Shang Chu remembered that he had never had breakfast at the same table with Shang Lijun as he did now—maybe he had, anyway, he didn't remember.

Shang Lijun bought three large plastic bags, enough for seven or eight people. He didn't know what his son liked to eat. He bought sweet, salty, meat and vegetarian stuffing, tea eggs, boiled eggs Two of each, oily egg-filled biscuits, one spicy and one non-spicy.

He pushed a few bags in front of Shang Chu, rubbed his hands again, and smiled twice: "Then see what you like to eat, eat more for breakfast, and make sure you are full."

Shang Chu casually took out a steamed bun and took a bite. Shang Lijun took out a bottle of breakfast milk from the pocket of his cotton jacket, inserted a straw and handed it over: "It's still warm, drink some milk."

There was black old dirt between his nails, and the thumb nail had grown out a long way without cutting it. It was a dark yellow color that looked dirty at first glance.Seeing that his hands really had no appetite, Shang Chu caught a glimpse of his red fingers from the corner of his eyes, so he still took the bottle of breakfast milk and took a sip.

Shang Lijun licked his lips, and seemed to feel that it was a proud thing to see his son eating breakfast like this, which could prove that he was a qualified father, so he eagerly put out the contents of several plastic bags one by one , Zhang Luo asked Shang Chu to eat this and that, and asked hesitantly: "You usually go out at this time, why are you a little late today?"

This kind of dialogue is very common in ordinary families, but it is particularly dry between the father and son because of the unfamiliarity.

"Quality inspection." Shang Chu said.

"To what... oh, the exam, right?" Shang Lijun took the babble, "how did you prepare? Did you memorize the...books and books?"

"Normal." Shang Chu swallowed the last mouthful of steamed stuffed bun, bent down to pick up the bag, "I'm full."

"Is it full?" Shang Lijun wiped his face, "How can this be enough..."

Shang Chu didn't reply, and went straight to the gate to change his shoes.

Shang Lijun shrank his fingers, looked around among the pancake buns on a table, picked up the two snow-white boiled eggs, trotted over and handed them to Shang Chu: "Bring the eggs, you take this... ..."

"No." Shang Chu frowned and avoided.

"I want it," Shang Lijun forced it into his hands, "or it's not nutritious..."

"Say no!" Shang Chu got annoyed, and pushed on his hand, one of the eggs rolled to the ground, making a crisp "click".

Shang Lijun was stunned for a moment, shrunk his shoulders a little helplessly, his eyes drifted aimlessly in the air, and said dully: "If you don't like food, then don't, then don't..."

Shang Chu lowered his eyes, took another egg in his hand after a while, and said in a low voice, "One is enough."

Shang Lijun laughed immediately, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled: "It's fine, it's fine."

Shang Chu remained silent, tied his shoelaces, turned and left the house.

There weren't many people on the bus today, and there was even a window seat.As usual, Shang Chu took out his mobile phone, put on the earphones and played video with Bai Aize.

The second son was also on the taxi to the school. Seeing that Shang Chu seemed not in high spirits, he asked, "Why are you bored? Didn't you have enough for breakfast?"

"Don't have breakfast with me," Shang Chu pouted, "Annoying!"

Bai Aize purposely laughed at him as if he was a child, throwing temper tantrums when he didn't have enough to eat.

"Get out!" Shang Chu smiled, "I'm full!"

"What did you eat?" Bai Aize asked.

Shang Chu took out an egg from his pocket, shook the phone: "Here."

Bai Aize was a little surprised, he knew that Shang Chu hated hard-boiled eggs the most, saying that they had a fishy smell of chicken excrement.When he was in the youth training camp, he forced Shang Chu to eat an egg every morning, and the bastard had to dip a plate of soy sauce before he was willing to eat a few mouthfuls.

"Why are you so sensible today," Bai Aize teased, "You eat eggs on your own initiative without supervision?"

"No," Shangchu lowered his eyelids, unable to see any expression, and raised his eyes after a while and said, "My dad gave it to me."

Bai Aize saw through his pretended relaxed look at a glance, but he didn't poke it, but said softly following Shang Chu's words: "Uncle is very concerned about us, Ah Chu."

"Really?" Shang Chu frowned and asked suspiciously.

"Really," Bai Aize said with a smile to him, "My biggest wish when I was young was that my mother could supervise me to eat an egg every morning."

Shang Chu muttered: "Then you are not pursuing it anymore, is Auntie forcing you to eat every day?"

"Guess." Bai Aize raised his eyebrows in a mysterious way.

Shang Chu pouted: "Who wants to guess, I'm so bored."

Bai Aize smiled without saying a word.

How could Qiao Runan care about such trivial and meaningless matters as whether her son eats eggs in the morning? She spends most of the year traveling around, busy trying to gain control of her business.

In fact, ever since Bai Aize could remember, he had never had breakfast at the same table with his mother, not even once.

For him, an egg is an unattainable luxury.

"I'll supervise you from now on," Shang Chu tapped the screen of the phone with the egg in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Let's eat together, and you are not allowed to dip it in soy sauce."

Bai Aize responded with a smile: "Okay."