delicate flowers and weeds

Walking through the dark corridor, Fei Cao explained: "The community is relatively old, and that's how the lights are here."

After he finished speaking, he coughed loudly, and the voice-activated light installed on the roof finally remembered that it was going to work, and then turned on with all his strength, and it lasted for less than three seconds before dimming again.

Tang Hua's eyes ached and he was about to shed physical tears, so Fei Cao stretched out his hand to block the light for him.

Tang Hua blinked, whether to cry or not, he rubbed and said in a muffled voice, "It's much better, thank you."

There is no elevator in this building, they climbed up to the fourth floor, Fei Cao took out the key and opened the door: there was a scent of vanilla on the face, this is a small house that is too tidy, the floor is polished brightly, the furniture is old but clean , even better than what Tang's nanny did.The window was open, and there was a bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase by the window, which was just early in the morning, roughly cut and put in.

It can be seen that the owner of the house is a person who knows how to live.

Fei Cao brought him a pair of slippers, led him into the hall, turned around and went to the kitchen.

Tang Hua noticed a small bookshelf, which was full of books about criminal investigation, including novels and obscure professional theories.

The other party should have a lot of books, which far exceeded the capacity of the small bookshelf, so there were two large cardboard boxes on the ground, which were stuffed up: presumably they were all books.

Tang Hua stood up to touch the books. The pages were old and there were a lot of second-hand books, but they were neat and unbound. It could be seen that the owner cherished them very much.

Fei Cao came out of the kitchen, took a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and put some washed melons and fruits on the table: "Come here, young master, have something to drink."

Seeing the other party stop in front of the bookshelf, Fei Cao asked again: "Do you also like criminal investigation novels?"

and also?

Why did Fei Cao say that?

Tang Hua asked him: "Do you like these?"

"Well, I have liked it since I was a child, and I want to be a criminal police officer in the future."

Thinking of the coldness of the dining chair at home, Fei Cao took a pillow from the sofa and asked the young master to sit down, watching him sipping orange juice, with a flash of light in his eyes, as if he was wondering.

Fei Cao laughed: "Do you think it's strange? The son of a murderer wants to be a policeman. Maybe he won't pass the inspection, right?"

Tang Hua was afraid that these words would stab him and hurt him again, so he kept silent.

It's just strange, in the future, Fei Cao is obviously a rising star in the business world, why would he want to be a policeman?

He is a person with such a tenacious character. Such a person will never give up once he chooses his goal. He has spent so much time and effort in his dream of being a criminal police officer. Why did he become the founder of a business kingdom in the future?

Fei Cao seemed to really not care, his heart that would be sad because of rumors had been completely gouged out by him, he was not pretending to be strong, he really didn't care, as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "Young master, you know me What kind of person is it, aren't you afraid of me?"

Tang Hua was still sipping orange juice. The juice at home never added ice to him, but the juice here was extraordinarily cool. The heat brought in from the outside was completely dissipated by the juice. He shook his head and squinted comfortably. Eyes: "Not afraid."

After thinking about it, he added, "It's not your fault."

Fei Cao smiled: "Young Master, you are so cute."

Tang Hua asked again: "They treat you like this, don't you hate them?"

Fei Cao shook her head: "I don't hate it. Well...you know, my father in name is not a thing, no matter what, he has harmed many families, it's a fact. And there are too many people who scold me, I think After thinking about it, there is only one way to make them shut up: that is, I absolutely don’t want to grow up to be that kind of person.”

I definitely, will not grow up to be a jerk like "father".

Yes, Tang Hua said in his heart, you didn't become like that.

After Tang Hua finished drinking the orange juice, he didn't seem to want to leave, so Fei Cao went to wash the cups, and didn't intend to drive him away.The sound of splashing water came from the kitchen, and the flowers by the window were blown by the wind. At this moment, it seemed that the years had been peaceful.

Originally, he wanted to see Fei Cao and told him: You have to be careful with a person named Chen Yunjiao.Then the two had nothing to do with each other, each went their own way, the young master felt that he had done his best.

But after seeing Fei Cao, he wanted to know this person very much.The other party has a strong aura that attracts him very much. Tang Hua has never had friends, but now he feels that it must be very good if he has a Fei Cao as a friend.

Fei Cao asked him what books he liked.

Tang Hua: "Anything is fine."

Fei Cao went to the house to look through it, and soon took out a piano score: "My grandma likes these very much, Tang Hua, the first time I saw you, I thought you were suitable for playing the piano, do you want to read it?"

The piano score was full of beautiful small characters, which were copied page by page by a gentle woman and then carefully bound by herself. As Tang Hua flipped through it, the image of that woman seemed to appear in her mind: gentle when young, gentle when old, gentle.

Fei Cao's grandmother is such a gentle person.

She is so serious when she writes, she must be more serious when raising children.

So he asked: "Fei Cao, I like this book very much, can you tell me about your grandma?"

Fei Cao was flipping through a few books on the table, doing the questions seriously, when she heard this she raised her head and smiled: "Okay, I'll just say you'll like this book."

"My grandma, she is a teacher of Nancheng Junior College. Her salary is not much, half of which is donated to the children in the mountainous area, and the other half is given to me. She likes music so much, but she can only copy piano scores, and she is reluctant to buy a piano. She's a very nice person."

Not many people in this world remember that gentle teacher, maybe because she wanted to let one more person remember, Fei Cao said more: "When I was young, I often fought with others, she never scolded me, she only hid from someone. People cried secretly. I later found out that she was afraid, she was afraid that genes would determine a person, and she was afraid that she would not be able to change me."

"I said to myself at that time: Fei Cao, you have to grow up quickly, you have to be a policeman, you are going to arrest bastards like your father in prison, you have to prove your grandma is right, don't let She's sad."

Fei Cao stopped writing, and when he talked about the past, he smiled peacefully: "My grandma, she is really a good person. She made me grow up in love, and I feel very happy to be adopted by her, so I'm not afraid of anything, I don't care about those rumors, because they must be wrong."

He grew up in love and rumors, like a weed that catches a little life, it can thrive and grow endlessly.

Tang Hua nodded: "Yes, you are right, Fei Cao, they are wrong."

He wanted to say: I have never seen a brave man like you, Fei Cao.You have that person's genes in you, but more from your grandmother.It is the environment that determines a person's growth, not genes.They are all wrong, your grandma loves you so much, how could you look like that?

He also wanted to say: Fei Cao, it’s not your fault, you didn’t choose to come into this world, those things happened before you were born, and they have nothing to do with you, if this is the case, in the 21st century, no one Can use this to kidnap you.

But he didn't say it in the end.

Tang Hua sat in the car and left the low tube building.

The envy of the people for the luxury car could be heard from behind, and the children who made up the grass even ran after the car for a few steps. It seemed that they were very envious of such a car, so they cried and asked their mother for it.

The woman slapped him hard on the buttocks, beat the child up and cried, and said, "Without that prince's life, you would have been born in the lump of a poor man, only worthy of eating mud and digging dirt."

Then he said sourly: "What young master? I think he is blind. We don't go to our house, but we just hang out with a little murderer."

In this way, she defined the fate of her son in a few words.

In fact, there are many such people in life. They are superior, thinking that others cannot do what they can't do. No matter how far he can go, that person is like this.

Everyone in this slum is bound to a cage of fate.

Children grow up in the environment of "you are a child of a poor family, and you will also be a poor person in the future".

A prophecy.

Only Fei Cao broke through this cage and left this sick quagmire.

Tang Hua held his chin, and Uncle Song brought him some melons and fruits, but he always felt that it was not as sweet as Fei Cao's house; so he went to read the book that Uncle Song brought back for him, but he also felt that there was no Grandma Fei Cao to copy it. It has a taste.

So he put the book aside and looked at the scenery outside the window.

He thought, how can such a fresh life as Fei Cao be manipulated by a bleak book?How could such an aristocratic family like the Tang family collapse just because of a few words?

Tang Hua touched his heart, he could feel the beating.

No, no, there is no destiny, and even if there is, destiny cannot dictate what kind of person we become, or what kind of ending we must have.

Whether it is Tang Jing, Tang Xing, him, or Fei Cao, everyone is not a person whose life can be planned in a few words.

Thinking of this, Tang Hua picked up his mobile phone and called the old man of the Zhao family.

The lobby of the Zhao family villa.

As soon as Zhao Zhishu entered the door, a precious porcelain bowl was thrown over him: "Kneel down!"

Father Zhao trembled angrily: "You still have the face to go back to this house?"

Zhao Zhishu knelt down, his face full of confusion: "Dad?"

"Don't call me dad, let me ask you, how did you promise to grandpa and me after the engagement banquet, did you make a clean break with that woman, and treat Tang Xing well. Ah, what have you done now? You are not married yet, The young master of the Tang family called and said that he was still confused with that woman when he saw you, you said, where do you want my face to be, and how do you want your grandfather to go out to meet people?"

Zhao Zhishu: "Dad, calm down."

But in my heart, I hated that meddling little young master of the Tang family.

He boldly said, "Dad, they are all from Nancheng family, why are we so inferior to others surnamed Tang?"

"Nizi, Nizi!" Father Zhao was so angry that he threw another porcelain bowl down.

"Listen to what is this? What is this? Who do you think she is? In the entire Nancheng, more than half of the Tang family's enterprises are owned by the Tang family. It is a century-old family, owned by the state, and has been in business for eight generations. Such a family, how many People can’t say a word even if they beg grandpa to sue grandma.”

"Look at us again. We live among rich people in villas, but someone pointed at your father's nose and said, nouveau riche. You can be engaged to Miss Tang. You know how much your grandfather spent so much time begging for it." Do you know how much profit I gave up? The whole family is worrying about you, but what about you, you unworthy thing..."

Zhao Zhishu: "Then... what about Yu Lian?"

Father Zhao almost died of anger, his hands were trembling: "How could I have a son like you? Don't even think about it. If you weren't a young master, would other women look at you more? If you married Miss Tang, our Zhao If the family has a firm foothold in Nancheng, what kind of woman will you not be able to find?"

Zhao Zhishu: "Dad, you can't say that, no, Yu Lian and I are true love, and I really only like her."

Father Zhao rolled his eyes and fainted out of anger.

Before he fainted, he was still thinking: If he had another son now, would it be too late?

Will Tang Xing like another one?

Otherwise, if I have a daughter, will I be able to marry Tang Hua at that time?

The author has something to say:

Is it "genes determine a person" or "environment determines a person"?

This book is biased towards the latter, because Fei Cao is really good looking.

I have always wanted to write a character who can climb out of the quagmire and not despair even in a desperate situation. Fei Cao is such a person.The love given to him by his grandmother, and the love given to him by Tang Tanghua later supported this little grass for its entire life.

Only bullying scum, redemption and growth are the eternal gods!