delicate flowers and weeds

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening when Tang Hua came home. He originally wanted to stay with her boyfriend until twelve o'clock in the morning, but Tang's house was locked there, and Fei Cao suppressed his rebellious factor that was ready to move.

His boyfriend smiled at him when the fireworks were at its brightest: "Go back, little flower."

"We still have countless times to spend birthdays with each other."

The look of the servant who opened the door could not be seen clearly in the night, but Tang Hua sensed something was wrong at the first moment, and usually the servant would smile and ask, "Hello, young master, are you back?"

At this moment, he lowered his head and said nothing.

A depressive and tense atmosphere began to spread from the hall of Tang's house, so that all kinds of people in the yard were infected by this atmosphere. They dared not speak out, for fear of saying one more word or making one more movement It will make the master furious.

Tang Hua was walking on the garden road, and saw with sharp eyes the side of the garage. Uncle Song was standing there, gesturing to this side by the dim light, but the distance from the villa gate to the main hall was too short, and Tang Hua didn't understand what was included in the gesture for a while. With some cryptic meaning.

But he didn't have to think about it.

After he entered the hall, there was a "slap", and the white porcelain bowl shattered on the ground. Mother Tang sat on the sofa, her face turned cold, with afterglow of anger: "Kneel down."

Tang Hua clenched his hands in the sleeves, his head was stunned, and his heart seemed to be stabbed severely.

After reacting, he was already kneeling on the floor.

The entire Tang family was deadly silent.

It was so quiet that one could even hear a beating heart, which came from Tang Mu.She sent Jiang Mingyuan away with support, sent away everyone in the villa, and then called her family one by one. After doing all this, she seemed to be drained of all her strength and fell on the sofa. Those anger and surprises also disappeared. Gradually rushing to the head, intensified the beating of the ventricle.

For a moment, Tang Hua suddenly felt unable to face her.

It's not that he hasn't thought about how to come out of the closet, it's in the future, when he and Fei Cao have financial strength, the two of them will work hard and one day they will be able to move Tang's family; the worst is just reading When they were in college, the two stayed away from Nancheng and tried their best to maintain this hard-won love.

But he thought things too well.

The sudden exposure was worse than the worst outcome he could think of.

It's like facing an abyss.

Tang's mother tried her best to suppress her anger: "Tang Hua, you are a child raised by me. I know your personality clearly. Could it be that Fei Cao who seduced you? You are only 17 years old this year. You have a pure and innocent personality. Don't be afraid of this matter, tell mom that it's not your fault, and our Tang family will settle the debt with him naturally."

She never thought that her heart would fall in love with a boy early one day, and that boy's resume was full of bad records.

Mother Tang was carrying two pieces of paper, on which was Fei Cao's 18 years of life.

Through the cracks in the paper, she only saw a dark and dangerous man. She never thought that her son, the young master of the Tang family, would fall in love with such a person.

From this angle, she could see that Tang Hua was kneeling with his head bowed, the ceiling light reflected light on his soft hair, his lips were tightly pressed, the lower lip behind his eyes, his complexion was frighteningly white and bloodless.

This is her proudest child, the son she has devoted the most to.

As long as this child is behind her, she will be able to give birth to countless courage and joy, wanting to protect him until he grows up, to see his plump posture, and to see him standing proudly on the clouds.

I also hope he lives a happy life.

Tang Hua knelt up straight, he shook his head, and the hand hanging by his side unconsciously pinched into the flesh: "No, Mom. He is not that kind of person. No one seduced me, I know what I am doing, I like him , I want to spend my whole life with him. Even at the beginning, I want to go to school for him."

These few words simply added fuel to the flames, and suddenly brought out the anger that Tang Mu had suppressed just now, burning out of reason, she slapped the table hard, and then almost threw a stack of papers over.

"Not such a person? Then tell me, what does he look like?"

The A4 papers flying all over the sky were scattered in the air, and one of them floated in front of him, Tang Hua looked down.

It was Fei Cao's file when she was in the orphanage, with a smell of dust and malice, and on it were comments from several teachers, such as "unsuitable", "sinister mind, bullying classmates", "withdrawn personality"...

Tang Hua stretched out his hand and crumpled the piece of paper: "Mom, it's not what you see. Fei Cao is really nice. You often teach me that you can't just read one side of the story. If you see him with your own eyes, you will also like it." his……"

"Like him? The son of a murderer?"

Mother Tang's complexion was extremely ugly, and her chest heaved: "Even if there is a problem with this orphanage, do you know how many copies my mother has checked? No one who came into contact with him, except you, said he is good. Are there problems everywhere?"

"Little Hua'er, you were bewitched by him. You are so young, you don't even know what it means to like." She took two deep breaths and tried to slow down her tone: "Xiao Hua'er, mom knows, a man of your age will be so cute." Most children like to be unconventional and have adolescent rebellious psychology. You may think that being friends with the son of a murderer and falling in love is very exciting, but this is not like, can you understand me?"

What is the son of a murderer?

Fei Cao is Fei Cao, why don't you try to understand anything, but just label him based on his background?

Tang Hua felt a sense of powerlessness.

He raised his eyes: "Mom, I know it all, but you don't know. You don't know how hard he worked. He has done everything he can to get rid of this label. No matter what the environment, he will always be No.1. Can't it explain everything? Do you remember when I was kidnapped when I was eight years old? He saved me, how old was he then? He knew what kindness is when he was so young, can you still point at him Say, is this a 'son of a murderer'?"

They were all trying their best to convince each other, but in the end no one convinced the other.

Mother Tang rubbed her eyebrows: "I don't care so much, you must separate."

She said firmly: "This is not discussing with you, your father already knows, you know, if he makes a move, there will be some means to make that student named Fei Cao unable to stay in Nancheng."

Tang Hua was speechless for a moment: "Mom!"

He felt absurd and at the same time at a loss. For a moment, he felt like falling into an ice cave. He felt that this usually warm and lively Tang's house was like an ice cave, making people feel cold to the bone.

"How can you do this?"

Mother Tang didn't look at him: "If you really like him, if he is really as good as you said, can you just watch him fledgling, and there is no possibility of flying again?"

From that day on, Tang Hua never went to school again.

Fei Cao searched many places, and finally found Xu Duanhong's place.

The door was pushed open, and Fei Cao asked, "Where are the others?"

Xu Duanhong was wearing formal attire and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. At that moment, he raised his head from the plan book as high as a mountain. He glanced at the person who came, feeling a little melancholy, unable to tell where this melancholy came from.

He can always see the shadow of his past in Fei Cao: "You know it. Fei Cao, you are smarter than me back then."

Fei Cao bent down, stroking his stomach that had been convulsed due to running around for the past few days. It has been a bit painful for the past few days. Years of irregular eating has finally caused him to suffer the consequences, but he has never felt such pain for a moment. Pass.

So that I can't stand.

Xu Duanhong always felt that this child was a bit wise and close to a monster, and he had everything that was far beyond his age: cold-blooded, calm and intelligent.

So it seems out of place.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that this was just an adult child.

The fragile ones are pitiful.

Fei Cao stood up slowly, the weakness and exhaustion only appeared on him for a moment, and Xu Duanhong soon wondered if he was wrong.

He stood up, his eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of sharpness between a teenager and an adult, but his hoarse voice beat him back to his original shape, and he asked, "When is the plane ticket?"

Like Tang Xing in the past, the Tang family cut through the mess quickly, and the method they used was to send Tang Hua abroad. The only difference was that this time it took a little longer.

Xu Duanhong sighed: "Next Monday."

Fei Cao said, "I know."

With his hand on the door frame, he leaned back and barely stood up straight with the support of the door. He turned around and walked forward, turning around and saying, "Thank you."

But Xu Duanhong always felt that he was about to cry in the next second.

The most touching thing in this world is the unconscious fragility of the strong.

Xu Duanhong's heart softened a little, and he said a little more: "Fei Cao, don't feel too uncomfortable. Actually... Actually Xing Xing and her brother have returned to Tang's house now. I don't know the specific situation, but look at me and Tang Xing. , aren't you together now? As long as you really like it, after this period of time, maybe the future..."

The world is most afraid of "maybe".

Xu Duanhong felt that he couldn't convince himself that even though he and Tang Xing were separated by Tang's father on the grounds of their different identities, they were considered a good match after all, and the two sisters of the Duan family had donated a lot of money to the Hope Project due to terminal cancer in recent years , the reputation once improved.

Coupled with the right time, place and people, he and Tang Xing could finally get together.

Fei Cao's figure about to leave froze, then turned around and left without saying a word.

It's just that after going out of this door, Xu Duanhong stood by the building, looked down from the window, and vaguely saw a hurried back, haggard and decayed like a 19-year-old boy.

It may be because he was too tired during this time, Fei Cao's eyes were blurred after walking a few steps, he was taking a safe passage, and in a corner where there was no one, he put his hands on his forehead, leaned against the wall and raised his eyes in a daze.

All he could see were pale walls, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he suddenly remembered the last day they separated, when the world was still colorful and the sky was full of fireworks.

Obviously only three or two days.

But it feels like two or three years have passed.

The time left for him to be sad is too short, unlike Xu Duanhong, they still have the possibility of reuniting after parting and reuniting, and he can't bear the time of being alone and suffering without seeing Tang Hua at all.

Tang Hua brought him too many colors.

So much so that he couldn't go back to the black and white days of the past.

He rubbed his face, and some blood returned to his face, then calmly went downstairs as usual.

He hailed a taxi and made a phone call from the car.

It belongs to Mr. Fang.

He threw the business card into the trash can, but the young man had a photographic memory, remembering the phone number printed on it with just a glance.