Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

After the college entrance examination, Aunt Song waited anxiously at the school gate. She didn't see Wang Zhaoyun dragging herself out of the school gate until all the students had left.

Aunt Song looked at her son and didn't say a word. She just picked up Wang Zhaoyun and they went home together.

"Mom." Wang Zhaoyun lowered his head, sniffled, and his voice was crying, "I feel that this time, I am worse than usual."

Aunt Song briefly recalled her son's double-digit total score, her eyes were calm.

Where can it go further?

One digit?

"The words on the English paper, it knows me, I don't know it. After all, it is the college entrance examination. I thought about respecting it. I didn't cut the rubber and shake the dice. When I closed the paper, I found out that I had written the answer sheet wrongly. " Wang Zhaoyun pursed her mouth and looked at Aunt Song with tears in her eyes, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Aunt Song sighed and raised her hand to touch her son's head.

Wang Zhaoyun looked at her mother eagerly, hoping to hear some comfort from her, even if it was "I know you tried your best", but after waiting for a long time, she saw her mother looking forward with helpless eyes.

"I resigned to my fate."

Wang Zhaoyun was not a material for studying since he was a child. When he was a child, he was angry and left several tutors. When he was young, he would give books to the scrap collectors and buy spicy sticks with a few cents.

When she was older, she dyed her hair, skipped classes, fought and contradicted the teacher, and Aunt Song didn't know how many times she went to school.

It wasn't until Wang Zhaomou visited last time that things changed. It was a miracle that Wang Zhaoyun could attend class honestly. As for the college entrance examination, Aunt Song basically gave up hope.

Listening to her mother's words, Wang Zhaoyun couldn't help feeling wronged and sad.

In the past few months, I have obviously read a lot of books, attended lectures, and done questions, but nothing helped.

Are you really that bad?

"Mom." Wang Zhaoyun lowered his head, "Do you regret having me?"

Aunt Song paused, her eyelids drooping slightly.

"No."

"Why do I feel that what you're saying doesn't seem to be the truth?" Wang Zhaoyun looked at his own mother suspiciously.

Aunt Song stopped and looked at her son.

"Everyone has to be responsible for their own decisions, giving birth to you is my decision, and I will be responsible for you all my life."

Wang Zhaoyun's eyes moved, feeling that what he said was still true, he stepped forward and took his mother's arm, glanced at the Internet cafe next to him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Mom, the college entrance examination is over, can I go to the Internet cafe to play!"

Seeing that Aunt Song didn't speak, Wang Zhaoyun twisted her body and acted like a baby, shaking the green hair on her head, like a green onion turning into a spirit.

"My account has not been registered for a long time, and the level must not keep up, Mom~"

Aunt Song sighed, took out her exquisitely embroidered wallet, took out a few, and handed them to Wang Zhaoyun.

Wang Zhaoyun looked at his mother's wallet with his head poking around, saw a [-]'s sticking out of the wallet, and took it away with a smile.

Aunt Song raised her hand to hit her son, but Wang Zhaoyun avoided it nimbly, took the money and kissed her, and waved to her mother with a playful smile, "Mom, I'm going to the Internet cafe for two days, don't look for me!"

Looking at Wang Zhaoyun's back, Aunt Song lowered her eyes, and after standing there for a long time, she turned and went home alone.

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Ever since Ji Lianhuo returned home after the college entrance examination, Ji Dabao remembered what he did before, and now he gets along 24 hours a day, so he frantically flattered his uncle.

At the dining table, Ji Lianhuo was feeding Ji Dabao apple puree. Ji Dabao suddenly covered his eyes. Ji Lianhuo thought that the apple puree had splashed into the child's eyes. Uncle is a k.

Ji Lianhuo looked at his nephew quietly, not feeling the cub's love at all, picked up Ji Dabao and went to the bathroom to rub his face.

Ji Dabao didn't want to give up, and after being carried back to his seat, he sat in Ji Lianhuo's arms, seeing his uncle's chance to dig applesauce, he rushed up and kissed Ji Lianhuo on the face.

Ji Lianhuo squeezed the porcelain spoon tightly with one hand, raised his hand to wipe off the mixture of apple puree and saliva on his face, and looked down at Ji Dabao.

Ji Dabao lay in Ji Lianhuo's arms, blinked his eyes, and spoke in a childish voice.

"Hi, Baby~"

Sitting in the main seat, Wang Zhaomou took a look at Ji Dabao. The greasy feeling dominated by "Hundred Billion Contract, Mr. Leng's Light Favor" before suddenly came out.

Ji Lianhuo looked at Ji Dabao for three seconds, then looked up at Wang Zhaomou in surprise.

"Brother Zhaomou, Dabao can speak English now!"

He knew how to sing alphabet songs a few months ago, and now he can say a few simple words. Ji Lianhuo looked at Ji Dabao with joy in his eyes.

Wang Zhaomou smiled, and turned his eyes away, not wanting to look at Ji Dabao again.

What kind of human oil is this.

After breakfast, Wang Zhaomou went to the company. Ji Lianhuo stood at the door of the villa with Ji Dabao in his arms. He watched Wang Zhaomou get into the car without blinking, and then watched the car drive away. He couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes.

Ji Dabao looked at Ji Lianhuo's appearance, as if he wanted to run with the car.

Teacher Sun came on time, and Ji Lianhuo taught Ji Dabao to the teacher. He sat alone in the room with his eyes downcast for a long time, and then took out a brand new digital camera from the closet.

Brother Zhaomou wants to take his camera to school, take pictures with his classmates, and leave good memories.

But they are not the beauty they want.

Ji Lianhuo turned on the digital camera and looked down at the photos inside.

The first one was taken by brother Zhaomou facing the living room, in order to explain how to use the camera for himself.Ji Lianhuo pressed one, and the screen showed a man sitting alone on the sofa.

The man has a natural posture, a black shirt with a silver-gray suit vest, showing the man's graceful waist, and his legs in suit pants are long and straight.The man just sat on the sofa like that, his eyes under the lens randomly glanced at the camera, his beauty was astonishing.

Ji Lianhuo gently caressed the man on the screen with his fingers, carefully turned to the next one, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

This is a photo of myself and Zhao Zhao.

Zhaozhao sat upright, and secretly leaned to the side, making the two of them lean closer and closer.

There is a faint smile on Zhao Zhao's face, as if he has practiced with the camera countless times, the angle of the lips is so perfect, neither alienation nor intimacy can be seen, it seems that people can't see the mind under the smile.

Ji Lianhuo stared at the screen, switching back and forth between the two photos, as if he never got tired of watching them.

It wasn't until the digital camera showed that the battery was low, and Ji Lianhuo looked up, only to realize that it was already noon somehow, and the summer sun was dazzling.

Mrs. Cheng knocked on the door to remind her to eat lunch. Ji Lianhuo looked at the dishes in front of him and then at the empty main seat, feeling empty in his heart.

Brother Zhaomou let himself have a good rest these two days, and did not let him stir-fry chestnuts. Ji Lianhuo didn't know what else he could do for Wang Zhaomou, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his eyes.

The drivers who drive for Zhaozhao seem to be more useful than themselves.

At the end of lunch, Ji Lianhuo flipped through the books of his third year of high school and sorted everything into order, and only a little time passed.

It will be a long time before Brother Zhaomou comes back.

Lying on the bed, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but take off his sweater, and tried to smell his arms and body to see if there was any smell of a man's shirt left.

Ji Lianhuo closed his eyes, put one hand on his chest, and recalled the appearance of Zhao Zhao unbuttoning himself in the hotel that day.

Under Zhao Zhao's suit jacket, he was not wearing anything, Ji Lianhuo pursed his thin lips tightly, as if returning to that day in a trance.

Ji Lianhuo saw himself stretching out his hand, and slowly moving his palm up from under the suit. Under the suit, he could see the shape of his palm and the whiteness under his wrist.

Ji Lianhuo felt that his throat was about to smoke, he swallowed twice, and as his Adam's apple slid up and down, Zhao Zhao raised his eyes and looked over.

Looking at the slightly upturned eyes under the lens, Ji Lianhuo didn't dare to move for a moment, until Zhaozhao raised the corners of his lips towards him as usual.

As if being given great encouragement, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but hugged her into his arms, walked around with his mobile phone under his suit, mustered up his courage, and lowered his head to kiss his long-awaited neck.

The clear fragrance was instantly stimulated, rich and pure, Ji Lianhuo felt the skin under his lips, his whole body seemed to be baked by flames, and he was about to lose his mind.

Ji Lianhuo kissed the chin of the person in front of him, followed the line of the face upwards, gently kissed and sucked the cold jade-like earlobes, and the hands under the suit became more and more wanton.

There was a sudden knock on the hotel door, Ji Lianhuo didn't want to look up, didn't want to leave, but suddenly his arms were empty, there was nothing left.

"Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao!" Ji Lianhuo rummaged in the room at a loss, his heart seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, and his eyes were red with anxiety, "Did I do something wrong, I'm sorry, Zhao Zhao..."

The knock on the door became louder, Ji Lianhuo regained his consciousness, and got up from the bed short of breath, and found himself covered in sweat and the corners of his eyes were moist.

"Xiao Ji?!" Mrs. Cheng knocked on the door anxiously, "Are you okay?"

"No, it's okay." Ji Lianhuo could almost hear his "pounding" heartbeat, and the scenes in his dreams kept coming to mind, making it impossible to forget.

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help covering his face with his hands, bowed his head deeply, trying to calm down his emotions.

"Are you asleep?" Mrs. Cheng felt relieved when she heard a voice inside.

That's right, it was so hard before, but now it's hard to catch up on sleep.

"Falling asleep." Ji Lianhuo stabilized his voice, turned his head and saw a large orange sunset in the sky outside the window.

I slept for a long time.

"Master will be back soon, you are going to go downstairs for dinner." Mrs. Cheng lowered her voice, "Go to sleep after eating."

"Okay, okay."

As soon as he heard that Wang Zhaomou was coming back, Ji Lianhuo immediately jumped out of bed, quickly took off his clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

The Zhucheng shopping center was finally on the right track, and the progress of the construction site was smooth. Wang Zhaomou got off work on time. As soon as he returned to the villa, he saw a young man running down from the second floor with wet hair.

"Have you taken a shower?" Wang Zhaomou took off his suit jacket, which was quickly picked up by the boy and hung up on the hanger.

"Yeah." Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and quickly took the slippers over.

"Xiao Ji fell asleep." Mrs. Cheng smiled and brought the food to the table. "I knocked for a long time but didn't hear a sound, which shocked me."

"Take a good rest these days." Wang Zhaomou walked towards the dining table, "The weather has been heating up recently, so remember to turn on the air conditioner when you sleep."

After a long while without hearing a response, Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo, and saw the young man standing by the hanger, looking at the suit jacket hanging on it, with a look of ecstasy,

"Xiao Ji?" Mrs. Cheng also saw Ji Lianhuo's appearance, walked over and waved in front of Ji Lianhuo.

"Ah." Ji Lianhuo immediately came back to his senses, a little at a loss, he didn't know what was going on, and before he could say anything, his face was already flushed.

Watching the boy trot over and sit beside him, Wang Zhaomou tried to ask.

"Dream?"

Ji Lianhuo froze instantly, not daring to move.

Looking at Ji Lianhuo's appearance, Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, knowing that he had guessed right.

"It's normal." Wang Zhaomou saw the shrimp on the table, unbuttoned his shirt cuff buttons, and rolled up the cuffs.

"Yes, normal?"

Listening to the young man's emotionally suppressed words, Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo. The young man held his breath, and there seemed to be something flickering in his eyes... like a panicked little butterfly, struggling hard.

"Yes." Wang Zhaomou naturally picked up his chopsticks, "Many people still dream of being in the examination room after the college entrance examination."