Fawn

Cheng Shiteng sat in the study of his mansion, raised his feet to the desk, and leaned back lazily on the back of the sofa chair.It was June, and the weather in Tianjin was already very hot. An electric fan in the corner was buzzing all day long, and the cool wind was blowing on him, but he was still hot, so hot that he could only wear a shirt on his upper body. The neckline is still wide open.Holding a small velvet box with the lid open in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he smoked mouthfuls while examining the contents of the box.

In the locket was a pair of ruby ​​cuff-links, made to order, which the manager of the jeweler's shop had just delivered in person.Cheng Shiteng turned the box gently to see how the cufflinks would change their luster in the sun.The weather is getting hotter and hotter. After a while, he will take the time to go to Donghezi and give this little gift to the little deer.

At this time, the door of the study room was pushed open from the outside. Laibao poked his head in and asked with a smile, "Eldest young master, are you going to the general's place today? If you do, it will be too late now."

Cheng Shiteng nodded: "Well, let's go, let someone drive the car out!"

Laibao agreed and took the order to leave.And Cheng Shiteng put his feet down, covered the box and put it in the drawer, then got up and walked to the electric fan, and blew it vigorously for a while.Yesterday Cheng Tingli was looking through the almanac at home, and suddenly found that his son was 28 years old this year, but his grandson was still missing, so he suddenly lost his temper and wanted to call his son over to teach him a lesson.The son knew that he would be scolded if he went, so he was not enthusiastic, but it was impossible not to go, so he dragged it off until today, so he reluctantly left.

Cheng Shiteng had no intention of putting willows and willows in the shadows, but this procrastination has been procrastinated—the dog tempers of the Cheng father and son are all time-sensitive, and they will dissipate on their own after the time expires.Cheng Tingli wished he could catch his son yesterday, eat his flesh and lay his skin on him, but the next day, after he washed and dressed, he picked up a cigar and was in a happy mood. He had already lost the fighting spirit to train his son.When Cheng Shiteng strolled over in the afternoon, his father was standing in the courtyard, chatting and laughing with a new junior adjutant, already as gentle as a spring breeze.Seeing his son coming, he smiled happily and asked his son to eat iced watermelon in the living room. When the son saw this, he didn't dare to make a sound, and just slipped into the living room.Standing in front of the window with a piece of red watermelon in his hand, he looked at it casually while eating, but when he turned around by chance, he suddenly found Xiao Han standing at the door of the living room.

Xiao Han stood silently with his hands on the door frame, and looked into the courtyard through the glass window in front. He saw Cheng Tingli talking at length to the new kid at first, and at the end both of them laughed. Cheng Tingli raised his hand while laughing. Grabbing the little guy's shoulders vigorously, he looked very young at this moment, as if he and the little guy were good brothers.

In terms of appearance and stature, the little guy is not better than Xiao Han, and in terms of age, Xiao Han may not be younger, Xiao Han knows that he is just old, and Cheng Tingli likes the new and dislikes the old.

Cheng Shiteng is not interested in Xiao Han, he only thinks he is a little lunatic.Turning around and walking back to the coffee table, he sat down and ate several large pieces of cold watermelon.After washing his hands and face after eating, he felt that he was done, and he was very lucky-he came bravely, but he was not scolded, and he ate his stomach of sweet watermelon quietly.

When it was getting dark, he planned to leave and go back.Cheng Tingli only realized the existence of his son at this time.Changing the cigar into a pipe, he looked like a standard modern gentleman in a magazine, and asked his son in a good manner: "How are you recently?"

The son replied casually: "It's still the same."

Lao Tzu asked again: "Lao Bai didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

The son smiled disdainfully: "Old Bai is nothing more than a name, who can he control? He doesn't have the ability to make things difficult for me."

I raised my eyes to look at my son, and suddenly thought of a new question: "Xiao Rui, if you really don't like Lao Bai's girl, you can take in a few other concubines. You don't want anything else, just want to have children. Do you understand what I mean? ?”

The son replied respectfully: "Father, I know. I know it well."

Cheng Tingli didn't see that he was good at all, but he was busy trying out newcomers at night, so he said in a hurry: "Come again tomorrow afternoon, and the salary for the second half of the year is a big hole. You can report to me and see if you can pay me all at once." It's blocked."

Cheng Shiteng agreed, and then quickly retreated.

Cheng Shiteng returned home, and began to spread out the account books and move the abacus, calculating his total account for the past few months.His accounts are full of astronomical figures, because Cheng Tingli knows that no matter how much he disagrees, he will not run to be someone else's son, so he entrusts him with all the financial power and lets him handle everything by himself.Fortunately, although he doesn't know anything about military affairs, and if he is given another ten years, he may not be able to improve, but it is still no problem to ask him to calculate accounts and manage money. He has almost a little talent in this aspect, Cheng Tingli Shrewd, but he has changed his accounts and changed his account. After accumulating odds all the year round, he can actually save a considerable amount of personal money, but Cheng Tingli just doesn't know anything about it.

Now he spent half the night to create a perfect account book.Convinced that the banknotes and accounts in his hand could be matched seamlessly, he went to bed with peace of mind and slept until dawn.

He got up at mid-sun and sat in the bathtub with half-opened eyes in a daze because he hadn't had enough sleep. Noble came in and asked him when he was going to the Italian Concession.Knowing his temperament, Laibao didn't dare to raise his voice to ask questions, so he just smiled, turned around and walked out again.

Cheng Shiteng knew that Noble was coming and going, but he stared blankly ahead, he didn't move, just yawned lazily.

After a yawn, the bathroom door was knocked open with a bang, and it was Noble who came back—Noble looked at him with a pale face, and said, "Master, something happened to the general!"

Cheng Shiteng slowly turned his head to Noble: "Huh?"

Laibao stood leaning against the door frame, his whole body trembling a little, and his voice changed his tone: "The call just came - the general, he, he, something happened to him!"

After the words fell, Cheng Shiteng got up suddenly with splashing water, and then stepped out of the bathtub and stepped on the ground: "What happened to him?"

Noble looked at Cheng Shiteng as if he was about to cry, and his lips trembled: "Strangled to death?? He said someone strangled him to death?? The family members are stupid. I want you to go over there and make up your mind immediately!"

When Cheng Shiteng heard this, thunder suddenly exploded in his mind: "What did you say?"

Before Noble could answer, he also trembled.Dripping with water, he strode out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. He tore and began to put on his clothes, and said in a trembling voice, "Prepare the car to go to the Italian Concession, don't make a fuss, hurry up!"

Laibao is a smart person. After listening to the order, he forcibly suppressed his panic, turned around and ran out.And Cheng Shiteng stepped his bare feet into the leather shoes in a panic, Tian Ling Gai was a little numb, and the brains under the Tian Ling Gai were faintly about to boil.He found a painkiller in advance and threw it into his mouth. He didn't drink any water, so he walked out quickly and went downstairs.

He understood what Noble just said, but he couldn't comprehend it at all.He bent down and got into the car, the cold air went up his hands and feet, and penetrated into his heart along his blood vessels.He clenched his teeth tightly, causing the muscles in his jaw to ache. At the same time, his eyes were fixed and there were no tears, because he still didn't believe it.

Cheng Shiteng got out of the car at the gate of the Cheng Mansion in the Yi Concession.

After his feet landed on the ground, he started to run inward without warning.Rushing into the building in one breath, he saw the pale Xiao Pei head-on.Grabbing Xiao Pei's collar, he asked in a low voice, "How is Dad doing now?"

Xiao Pei was originally tall, but now that he fell into Cheng Shiteng's hands, because of his weakness and panic, he seemed to have grown smaller out of thin air.He opened his mouth to Cheng Shiteng, and he managed to squeeze out a voice from his throat: "Master, the military seat is upstairs in the bedroom, and Xiao Han—Xiao Han is also dead—this morning, Xiao Wang I went in and found—"

When Cheng Shiteng heard this, he shoved Xiao Pei aside, then ran up the second floor in a few strides, and went straight to Cheng Tingli's bedroom.

Cheng Tingli was indeed dead, with a deep red mark on his neck, which was strangled to death by Xiao Han at night.The newcomer Cheng Tingli had found for him had a bad stomach at night, vomiting and diarrhea, so Xiao Han took the place of the newcomer and climbed onto Cheng Tingli's bed.

He learned Xiao Pei's craft, but abandoned Xiao Pei's modesty, because he knew that he was getting old, and soon he would no longer be able to catch Cheng Tingli's eyes.He can't change his old ways, and he can't cut off his love, the only thing he can deal with is Cheng Tingli.

So he wrapped a piece of red silk around Cheng Tingli's neck, coaxing him to kiss him, not letting him have any premonition, not leaving him a trace of pain.At his happiest moment, Xiao Han was firm but silent, and slowly tightened the two ends of the red silk.

At this time, he was still staring at Cheng Tingli without blinking, seeing that he was both his father and his lover.Too much love, but too no chance of winning, too hopeless, so we simply die together. Only in this way can we barely achieve life and death and never separate.

He cleaned up Cheng Tingli very well, wiped his body clean, combed his hair neatly, and dressed his clothes meticulously.Putting Cheng Tingli upright on the ground, he also dressed himself neatly, then he wrapped the red silk around the head of the bed and tied it with a loose button.He is too small, no one knows his loneliness and fear, even if they know, they will not take it to heart.But he thought, from now on it will be all right, no more loneliness, no more fear.That is the man who is both a father and a lover, and he will never leave him again.

Stretched on his back on the bed, he stuck his head into the noose.Turning his head and looking down at Cheng Tingli again, he immediately rolled over and fell from the bed onto Cheng Tingli's body. The two of them were facing each other in a very intimate position.

So Xiao Han was very satisfied, and when he died, he was still very satisfied.