Beauty, there is your delivery again!

Cheng Qiu also found Cheng Boming at the prison gate.

The little fat man shrunk himself into a ball and squatted under a tree not far from the gate of the prison. He was covered by withered and yellow weeds, and he couldn't find it unless he looked carefully.

Cheng Qiuyi kicked him lightly, "Come back to school with me, don't pretend to be dead."

Cheng Boming raised his head from the crook of his arms, with tears still in his red eyes, sobbing intermittently, "Today...is...my mother's birthday..." He looked at Cheng Qiuyi like a bird that had suddenly lost its shelter. Cheng Qiuyi could crush a cub to death with one kick.

But Cheng Qiuyi just kicked him again, "Today is also Tuesday, you should stay in school."

"Cheng Qiuyi, if it weren't for you, my mother...wouldn't have been locked up..." Cheng Boming hated Cheng Qiuyi to the core, but Cheng Qiuyi was the only one left to rely on, and he feared and hated her , arched his body and bumped into Cheng Qiuyi's calf, "It's all your fault, Cheng Qiuyi, it's all your fault."

Cheng Qiuyi used a little force on his knees and kicked him all over the ground, "Your mother was only sentenced to five years in prison, and my mother has been dead for ten years. Let's be content."

The walls of the prison were very high, and the sun sank behind the thick concrete wall, even the last twilight was lost, and the whole sky was only a dim dark blue.

A gust of wind blew up, and Cheng Boming's face trembled twice from the cold. He shook his shoulders and looked at Cheng Qiuyi. Cheng Qiuyi stood upright, almost blending into the old tree beside him.

"Cheng Boming, congratulations on becoming an orphan too."

She smiled contemptuously, looked at Cheng Boming and said, "Thanks to your mother, I have been an orphan for ten years."

Cheng Qiuyi always thought back then that if Cheng Tianhong hadn't been too reckless, her mother might not have passed away so early. She was so young at that time, and she was dragged down by Cheng Tianhong and the Cheng family.

orphan.

These two words made Cheng Boming stunned for a moment, and Cheng Qiu also said the words he had been unwilling to face, lightly, just like saying that the weather is so nice today.

"I accompany my mother on her birthday every year. I won't be able to accompany her this year." Cheng Boming pulled Cheng Qiuyi's trouser leg to stand up, and took out a crushed box from his arms. "My mother's favorite Osmanthus cake, I helped my classmate with homework for a long time before saving money to buy her, but she can't eat it anymore."

It can be vaguely seen that the box of cakes is exquisitely packaged, with a red background, dignified and elegant, and the price is expensive at first glance. I don't know how many assignments Cheng Boming helped his classmates to buy such a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Cheng Qiuyi said indifferently: "My mother likes to drink tea, she couldn't drink it ten years ago."

Cheng Boming silently took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was still in good condition, broke off half of it cruelly and handed it to Cheng Qiuyi, and took a big bite of the other half.

Cheng Qiu also glanced at Cheng Boming's dirty fingers, took it after thinking about it, twisted a little and put it in his mouth, the sugar cake was too sweet and too greasy for her taste.

"Cheng Qiuyi, do you miss your mother?" Cheng Boming asked vaguely with osmanthus cake stuffed in his mouth.

"After so many years, I don't want to."

In the past, I often thought of it, but every time I thought of this woman, what came to Cheng Qiuyi's mind was either the woman who taught her to read and write before she was five years old, or the withered corpse lying on the white sheet later, her mother later. Cheng Qiuyi couldn't remember her appearance at all.

Cheng Qiu also handed the remaining osmanthus cake to Cheng Boming, "Do you want to see Cheng Tianhong?"

Cheng Boming's chewing movement stopped suddenly, he swallowed the sugar cake in his mouth hard, looked up at Cheng Qiuyi, "They all said that my father is dead, I don't believe it, Cheng Qiuyi, my father is still alive, yes wrong?"

Cheng Boming was still alive, but it was no different from being dead.How many people in this world remember him?Everyone thought he was dead, and only he himself was still immersed in the illusion of the prosperity of the Cheng family.

"He's not dead yet, but soon, you should be mentally prepared."

This man, who used to hug left and right, enjoyed all the so-called happiness of a man. Who would have thought that he would be so miserable in his later years.

It's not desolate, at least the dream that this cowardly man wove for himself is very happy.

Cheng Boming sniffed, staggered to follow Cheng Qiuyi, and asked her naggingly: "Cheng Qiuyi, is what they said true?"

"They all said that my mother robbed your father, is it true?"

He looked up at Cheng Qiuyi expectantly, hoping she would give him a negative answer.His mother is such a good woman, who can hold him in her arms and put him to sleep, teach him to sing nursery rhymes, and cook so many delicious food, how could she be a bad woman.

A bad woman should be like Cheng Qiuyi, who is fierce at all times, beat him up every now and then, and either called him "little fat man" or "bratty boy".

But his mother would actually use a knife to hurt people. Although Cheng Boming is domineering, he also knows good and evil. That day, a knife was stabbed at Cheng Qiuyi so brightly. In the end, Liu Shuhan's blood dripped on the floor in large pieces. Bo Ming was so frightened that his legs could not move as if they had been filled with mud. He almost thought that Liu Shuhan would die just like that.

Shen Wenqin is so ruthless, she doesn't leave any leeway, she really wants Cheng Qiuyi to die, is such a person a good person?

Cheng Qiu is not entirely a bad guy, he saved him when he was being bullied, he was majestic, and when he beat the kid who always bullied him to the ground, the corners of his clothes were floating in the air.

Cheng Boming has never seen such a handsome woman.

His mother has always been gentle, and even taught him a soft tone. He used to think that all women in this world were like Shen Wenqin, as gentle as water, but Cheng Qiu was not like water, and Cheng Qiu was like water. A piece of iron, unreasonable.

He expected Cheng Qiuyi to say no, but Cheng Qiuyi said yes.

There was no redundant explanation, no other resentment, only one "yes", Cheng Boming couldn't find a loophole to refute.

The prison is located in a suburb that is almost remote to the countryside. It is a two-hour drive away from Cheng Boming's school, and farther away from the hospital in the city center. It was nine o'clock in the evening when Cheng Qiuyi and Cheng Boming stood in front of Cheng Tianhong's bed.Facing the thin wooden door, Cheng Boming felt timid, took two steps back shyly, swallowed and begged Cheng Qiuyi: "Master, you...will you go in with me?"

So Cheng Qiu also opened the door and walked ahead.

There was a strange smell in the ward. Cheng Tianhong was lying on the hospital bed, with a bald head and no eyebrows. There were large areas of age spots on his face, and his slack cheeks were hanging around his mouth. He looked like a man in his 50s. There are seven to eighty years old.

Cheng Boming stared at Cheng Tianhong with wide eyes, and tremblingly said: "This is... this is my father?"

His father is so high-spirited, how could he be this terrifying old man in front of him?

Cheng Tianhong turned his head to find them, and was very pleasantly surprised: "Bo Ming? Why are you here?"

Cheng Boming stepped forward hesitantly: "I...I'll come and see you..."

"Okay, okay. Dad knows that you have been a filial child since you were a child." Cheng Tianhong said comfortingly: "I knew that Qiu Yi was a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, Bo Ming, you should listen to your sister when I'm not here in the future, she will take good care of you, you guys But brothers and sisters who are connected by blood, you know?"

Cheng Qiu also stood in the distance and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, not bothering to pay attention to Cheng Tianhong.