Pandora's Box

Today I suddenly received a message from my dad again.

"How have you been recently."

"pretty good."

"That's good, that's good, drink more water."

"..."

"have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

"What are you eating? Rice?"

"...==Yes."

A while ago, my dad also had an awkward chat with me a few times, but he didn't talk about any real things, he just hew and hawed all kinds of things and cared about others.

I knew he was trying to test my reaction by insinuating.Cheng Yichen must have told him what I found, it's normal.I don't have a problem with their honesty with each other.

And I want them to be honest with me.

No matter what my dad wants to do, I am willing to face the consequences directly, even if the consequences may be difficult for me to accept.

After all, I am already an adult, and I feel that I have learned a lot and grown a lot in just six months.Even if he feels that there is no need to continue the father-son drama and is no longer willing to control me, I think I can find my own way of survival.

The big deal is to apply for student loans, and then learn from Yuan Keke's part-time job experience.

But the strange thing is that my dad has not shown any indifference so far, but instead has a kind of careful hospitality, so that the words do not express the meaning and talk nonsense.

After talking flickeringly for a long time, he said again: "In two days, your Uncle Yichen and I will go to T city again. Look, what do you want, we will take it there for you?"

"..."

Herein lies the problem.Who is my "Uncle Yichen"?

I don't really dislike Cheng Yichen, but this kind of forced approach is still very offensive.

And this time when my dad came to T City with Cheng Yichen, the atmosphere at the scene was even more rigid than last time.

Probably because I already knew that he was not my real father, and he also knew that I knew that I was not his real son. Sitting together, the self-evident embarrassment intertwined into a huge silence.

After all, he raised me so much, and no blood relationship will erase my delicate attachment to him.However, many small actions and petty tempers that father and son can do, are now impossible for each other to do at will.

The one who broke the silence was Cheng Yichen, who suddenly asked me: "Xiao Jing, do you need a new computer?"

"no need."

"The performance of playing games on a desktop computer is better, and with dual screens, it is more convenient for you to broadcast live."

My dad nodded again and again: "Yes, yes."

"???" Is there something wrong?

"After dinner, let's go to the store to choose the machine you like."

My dad echoed without thinking again: "Okay, okay."

"..."

Cheng Yichen is leading the conversation.

This quickly magnified my sense of rejection against him.

He's basically an outsider, so what's his business?

This was supposed to be a time when my dad and I were alone and had a heart-to-heart talk.He is ignorant, so he just hangs around here, and he is pointing fingers, what kind of presence is he trying to gain?

The third party, do they all like to show their status by turning against customers so much?

Out of breath, I went to find Cheng Yichen, who was cooking with Lu Feng in the kitchen.Seeing my eyebrows and eyes running all over my face, he filled a bowl of soup and asked Lu Feng to take it out first, and then asked me: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Chen, can you go and tell your brother, as long as he gets along well with my dad, there is really no need to have a good relationship with me."

Cheng Yichen put down the spoon in his hand and looked at me: "My brother, what's wrong with him?"

"I don't understand why he keeps dangling in front of my eyes. People really don't need to please everyone. It's enough for my dad to like him. Don't be too greedy."

Cheng Yichen was quiet for a moment, and said: "Maybe he just wants to get close to you, he likes you..."

I quickly waved my hand: "Thank him, I really don't need his likes, I think he is quite annoying."

Cheng Yichen sighed, and said, "Xiao Jing, actually..."

I suddenly seemed to sense something, and hurriedly turned my head away.

Cheng Yichen stood at the door of the kitchen, maintaining the movement of holding the plate, as if stiff.

"..."

I seldom talk about people's right and wrong behind their backs, and I was a little embarrassed when I was caught.And he seemed more at a loss than I was.

We looked at each other, he looked at me hard, his lips moved and moved, as if he wanted to say something to me.

But he didn't say a word after all, he just turned around and hurried away.

I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

The next day my dad and the others set off to go back, walking as if fleeing famine.

I feel a little guilty.

Although I have my rebellion and anger, I don't want to hurt anyone like this.

After they returned to City S, after a while, I suddenly received a large package from SF Express.

There is a new mobile phone inside, which is still the top model of 512G. In addition, there are several GUCCI autumn clothes, two pairs of shoes, and a new bag.

I can't help but wonder.

Isn't this too much revenge?

When Zhuo Wenyang came back, he saw me staring at this pile of things in a daze, and asked, "Huh? Did you buy it?"

"No, my dad just sent it to me."

Up to now, I am still used to calling Qin Lang "my dad". After all, I don't know who else this title can be used for.

Zhuo Wenyang put down his bag and computer, went to make tea, and poured it on me. I was still wondering: "Why are they still buying me something?"

I thought I offended Cheng Yichen by my rude words, and they planned to get rid of me when they got back.

After thinking hard for a while, I asked Zhuo Wenyang: "Tell me, could my father be, in fact, infertile?"

Zhuo Wenyang took a sip of tea.

"Why do you say that?"

"Otherwise, why does he care so much about me, a cub that's not his own? It's fine to just have another one. After all this, he still cultivates feelings with me. What is he trying to do? It can only be because he can't be born?"

"..." Zhuo Wenyang said, "Lin Jing, you shouldn't think of him that way. Not everyone treats you well with intentions."

I immediately felt embarrassed for my habitual thinking.

"No matter what, your dad doesn't need to rely on you for retirement. With his financial ability, he shouldn't need to rely on you," he looked at me. What good are they?"

"But, he really didn't care about me before."

"Not caring can turn into caring, and caring can turn into not caring," Zhuo Wenyang said. "Human emotions are fluid. Not loving can become love, and love can also become hate."

I thought for a while: "Can hate also turn into love?"

He smiled, "Maybe, yes."

I looked at his profile, he was always so clean and good-looking, smart and elegant, like a lonely swan.

During this period of time, Zhuo Wenyang has spent a lot of time with me, so much that I feel like a luxury for him.

I would wonder, does he mean something to me too?

This thing is too difficult to detect, he looks like he won't like anyone, he is that cold flower of Gaoling, Gusi Xiuzhu.

What's more, most men like women, my kind certainly have them, but the proportion is pitifully small.

First of all he has to be of the same kind.Second, he has to be interested in me.

If the probability is superimposed on top of the probability, the chance becomes even slimmer.

But I didn't feel lost because of this ambiguity.Just the time of guessing is enough to make me feel very happy.