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The Lianhuashan Tunnel was only built at the end of last year. On the day when the mountain was blasted to practice Taoism, Ge Chuyun got out of the car to look at it for a while, and said coldly that this area will not get better in the future.

Ge Jianhua's small western-style building is just behind this mountain. It is surrounded by the mountain and the sea. It has a beautiful scenery and few people, so it is strangely clean.

Now that the tunnel has been opened, billboards with vulgar colors have been moved up one after another, and they are clamoring for the construction of large-scale businesses. The business has been messed up for the past two years, and Ge Jianhua doesn't like to stay at home anymore. I ran out to play twice in three days.

But in this way, it is indeed close. In the past, he had to drive around the winding mountain island twice before he could go down to the other side. Now, after passing through the tunnel, he kicked the accelerator and drove directly into the villa area.

He was driving a new car that hadn't been registered with the guard. It was originally a graduation gift for Ji Mingchen, but he didn't expect to use it on this occasion.

It was probably due to the snow, and it got dark earlier than usual, with layers of overcast clouds pressing down, and everything in sight was foggy.

Ge Jianhua said he was waiting for him at home and asked him to go home early.

He must have been very impatient, the stubborn old man couldn't bear to wait for more than 10 minutes, but now he had made Ge Jianhua wait almost an hour because he was playing in circles on the winding road.

Pushing open the door, Ge Jianhua did not give him a good face, "I told you to come back as soon as possible, do you not understand human speech?"

"It's snowing, and the road conditions are bad." Ge Chuyun lowered his head to change his shoes, without looking at him, hearing the voice coming from the bar, he changed his shoes and walked directly towards the sofa facing away from him.

His wrist rubbed against the shoe cabinet, stained with dust.

There is still a smell in the house that no one has lived in for a long time.

After he came back from Tibet, he and Ge Jianhua had no contact at all. It seems that he didn't come back at all in the past few days, and he didn't let Aunt Sun find time to come and clean up. He probably went to some other place again. Playing wild.

"It's such a short distance, even if you use climbing, you should have come back long ago!"

He said nothing.

Arguing with Ge Jianhua is a very energy-consuming thing. He hasn't eaten for a day, and now he really doesn't have the energy.

But it's really funny to see that stinky-faced old man sitting at the bar and making noise.

Ge Jianhua himself may have realized it, his mouth pursed, and his arms were folded in front of his chest, "Forget it. I don't want to quarrel with you today. Come here and have a drink with Dad."

As he said that, he pushed forward the old wine that he had treasured for many years and was reluctant to drink.

"I'm driving, don't drink, just talk about things if you have something to do." He became impatient, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, then sat down next to the coat, took out a cigarette and lit it.

He took a sip, and for some reason, he and Ge Jianhua were drinking and having a heart-to-heart conversation, and suddenly there was a harmonious scene of father, kindness and filial piety. Thinking about it, he sneered and laughed, "You don't have to be so tactful, I'm not used to it."

Ge Jianhua's face collapsed in an instant, and the chandelier fell from directly above him, illuminating the signs of aging on his face more clearly, and his back was still arched, like an old tortoise.

He slammed his wine glass on the table and said angrily, "The board of directors unanimously agreed to dismiss you."

Expected.

Ge Chuyun nodded, "I know, I don't want to hang on, so who will you choose as the next editor-in-chief?"

"Your mother."

Hearing this, his eyelids couldn't help trembling, he paused for a while, and looked at Ge Jianhua, "You agree?"

The smelly old man let out a loud "hum", but he didn't answer him directly: "They want you to hold a press conference to apologize to the public and the media."

"Impossible." His face darkened, and he leaned back heavily. The ash that had not been flicked off was shaken by him, and fell on the sofa with a rustle, scalding a hole in the sofa seat, "Let those gangs The old thing died of this heart."

"Damn it, brat, can you listen to your old man once in your fucking life! I am your father, can I harm you?" Ge Jianhua's good face really fell apart within 3 minutes.

He looked too funny when he was angry. He had thick eyebrows. When the eyebrows on both sides stood up, the gray eyebrows at the end of the eyebrows exploded like a cluster of small chrysanthemums.

"Ge Jianhua, you are getting old and have a bad memory, right? How many years have I broken your relationship with your father and son? Don't use your identity to pressure me. If you say it is impossible, it is impossible. The current solution is already my bottom line. , don’t push yourself too far.”

Ge Chuyun was also on fire, because he had unrealistic expectations of Ge Jianhua when he came.

Thinking that since he had the ability to get Xunzi to leave the house back then, maybe he would be able to drive her away this time as well.

He even believed Zhou Xiaonian's nonsense, thinking that no matter what the result was, at least he was on his side.

But Ge Jianhua is still the same Ge Jianhua back then.

As soon as you turn your face, you don't care about it, and you fall whatever you touch.

Even his precious bottle of wine was grabbed by the mouth of the bottle and smashed on the edge of the table. In an instant, broken porcelain pieces and the broken porcelain pieces inside collapsed everywhere.

"What if I, an old man, insist on making you listen to this today?"

To Ge Chuyun, the sound of Ge Jianhua throwing things was as annoying as the sound of Xunzi slapping the table.

He grabbed his coat in displeasure and stood up, "If this is what you want to say, then I have nothing to say, I did it, and I will bear all the consequences. I am not your son long ago , I can't lose the face of your old man."

The door was slammed shut behind him with a bang.

The snow did not know when it stopped, and the white road surface brightened the gloomy sky.

The air seemed to be getting colder, and every time I took a breath, it hurt my throat.

He threw down the cigarette butt that had long been stale, and rubbed it with the sole of his shoe.

Across the door, the sound of crackling and smashing things in the room was still so clear.

He didn't know where the sudden energy came from. As soon as he kicked the ground, he ran out at an extremely fast speed. He opened the door, got in the car, and started the engine almost in one go.

It was too late when Ji Mingchen caught up, the white car whizzed in front of him and disappeared, leaving two bright ruts on the snow.

Just a little bit.

He was almost able to block Ge Chuyun.

But he couldn't run anymore, he leaned on his knees and gasped for air, his throat was choked by the cold air, and the back of his thighs trembled so badly that he almost couldn't stand up.

He guessed that Ge Chuyun's purpose in going through that tunnel was to meet Ge Jianhua, and finally followed his memory, stumbling down the mountain road, but Ge Chuyun just ran away from him.

This time, he couldn't even think of where to chase.

But after he was able to stand still, he could no longer keep his eyes on the two ruts that Ge Chuyun drove.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows in the front yard, he suddenly saw Ge Jianhua curled up and tremblingly sliding down from the high stool at the bar.

Sweat began to drip down from the corner of his forehead in big drops, and slipped into his eyes, making it painful.

Like Ge Jianhua's skin cut by the ceramic chip, the blood dripped out little by little like this, and it couldn't stop.