Jiangzhu's Summer

The departure time that Jiang Chenyu just said is not just nonsense, Bai Wei is indeed on a plane to Australia tonight, and he will take her to the airport later.

For people in love, it is not enough to just meet and talk every day. The two usually have to use the excuse of petting the cat to go upstairs, hold hands in a place where no one else is around, face to face, and rub their ears together for a while.

Today is too late.They stayed in the coffee shop for a long time, and the sky darkened a lot. Jiang Chenyu had no choice but to tell Zhu Jingci to be careful, send a message to himself when he got home, and left in a hurry.

Zhu Jingci didn't care too much, bid farewell to the two of them, hummed a little tune, and walked slowly home.Most of Maoer Alley is tenants. As the end of the year approaches, everyone has returned to their hometowns, and the whole alley looks deserted.He walked all the way, but did not see a few figures.

When I got downstairs, I accidentally saw a black car parked around the corner.Shi Shi looked unfamiliar, he glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously, he just thought it was a relative from someone upstairs visiting.

Until he went upstairs and saw two strange figures standing at the door of his house.

Hearing footsteps, the two turned their heads.On the left is an old man with white hair, hale and hearty, with the corners of his mouth drooping, quite serious.The young man beside him was dressed in black, with a restrained expression, standing respectfully behind the former, like a bodyguard.

Zhu Jingci took a few steps back, stood still, and asked vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Just as the young man was about to speak, the old man took a look and stopped him with his eyes.The old man turned his head, his face remained calm, and he looked at him sharply, "Your surname is Zhu?"

"What does it have to do with you?" For no reason, Zhu Jingci did not have a good impression of the old man in front of him, and the old man's scrutinizing eyes made him involuntarily alert.

"I came here for your father." The old man said.

"I don't have a father," Zhu Jingci's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back while clutching the key tightly in his hand, "Who are you?"

"Aren't you going to invite us in for a sit down?" The old man smiled slightly, not paying much attention to his resistance, "I don't think you would want to let unimportant people hear what I'm going to say next."

He was silent for a while, then stepped forward and turned the lock with a key.He didn't say anything like please come in, he just opened the door and went in to change his shoes on his own.The two came in with his acquiescence. The old man was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The bodyguard took the crutch in his hand and stood aside respectfully.

"Did you live in this kind of place all these years?" The old man looked around and frowned slightly.

Jiang Xiaozhu walked out of the bedroom, staring at the two strangers who broke into the room with rather unfriendly eyes, arched his back, and let out a low whine from his throat.

"Is the animal you raise so uneducated?" the old man scolded.

Zhu Jing quit the restaurant and poured a glass of lemonade, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and drank it in one gulp.He raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, walked over and hugged Jiang Xiaozhu into his arms, without looking at the two of them, "Go out if you don't like it, I didn't invite you in."

"I don't have anyone to teach me. How can I raise a cat?"

"You..." The old man suddenly raised his voice, as if he was about to get angry, but he suppressed himself, "You don't have to be so hostile to me, I just came to see you."

"In these years, we... your father has not cared about you."

Is this so? Zhu Jingci was a little stunned when he thought of the inexplicably extra money in his bank card earlier.

So this is the so-called concern from the father?

He stood there, feeling cold all over, and raised the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, but he couldn't make a smile.

He actually had expectations for that nominal father.

The word father is too unfamiliar.

Ever since he could remember, he had never seen his so-called father.When he was a child, he also asked his mother about his father, but what he got in return was mostly silence and uncontrollable beatings.

So in his childhood memory, the word father represented sympathy, humiliation and sudden violence.

But who can not yearn for the person who gave half of his life?When he was scolded as a wild child outside, when he was locked up at home and was dying of hunger, he also imagined that maybe that man would suddenly fall from the sky and hold him in his arms like all the heroes on TV. , Save him from fire and water.

What would a father's arms look like?When he was sick, he was held by his mother for a short time.The mother's embrace is very soft, with a sweet and greasy fragrance.The hair hangs down the face, and it will be a little itchy.

Father's embrace should be different, maybe wider, warmer, with a little smell of cigarettes, which makes people feel at ease.

Every lonely night, he curled up on the bed, relying on such beautiful dreams to survive, imagining that his father would come to take him away, leave here, day after day, year after year.

I don't know since when, he no longer has such hopeless expectations.He began to think that maybe that person was dead and buried in a certain corner of the world, so he couldn't see his struggle, couldn't hear his cries for help, so he couldn't come to rescue him, and couldn't come to love him .

Later, the person he called mom left.Before he left, he didn't cry or make a fuss. He stood at the door, raised his head, and asked her, "So where is my father?"

He still remembered that the woman was stunned for a moment, and it was very rare that she didn't scold him for this topic.She was wearing a red dress that day, and she was beautifully dressed, and she seemed to be wearing lipstick, her lips were shiny.

What is the expression on the face?It's probably the kind of look that is finally going to be happy.There was a little pity and apology in her eyes, and then disappeared quickly, "Just treat him as dead." She said, opened the door, and left without looking back, the soles of her high heels stepped on the ground, crisp The sound echoed in the stairwell, getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared.

Oh, let him be dead then.The little Zhu Jingci leaned against the door frame, thinking this way, anyway, he never got such a thing as father's love, and he still survived well, didn't he.

It wasn't because of some unrealistic idea that he allowed these two people in today.He doesn't need compensation, and he has no intention to understand the difficulties of adults. He has long since stopped relying on the love of others to live.He is living a good life now, with lovers and cats, these things are enough to support him to love life, and he will not worry about other things anymore.

He just wanted to confirm that he was indeed the product of a man and a woman, not a wild child who jumped out of a rock and was picked up in a trash can, and he should be given to that little, wronged child back then. It's just a little comfort for myself.

"I didn't let you in because you were playing the emotional card." Zhu Jingci came back to his senses and sat down opposite the old man. so many."

As he got closer, the old man saw his eyebrows and eyes clearly, and he was in a daze for a moment before he began to speak.

The story is not complicated, it is nothing more than the vulgar plot often seen in wealthy families.

The young master of the Zhu family fell in love with the girl in his clubhouse, and after a one-night fling, the other party's child was secretly married.The young master fell in love, and the two concealed the truth until the child was born.

After all, paper can't contain fire, and Mr. Zhu will not allow such a woman to step into the Zhu family's door.Master Zhu was obsessed with love, and for the first time a person who had never had the guts to resist his father's order.Mr. Zhu was furious, cut off his source of income, and drove them out of Zhu's house.

Love is always not enough to fill one's stomach. Young master Zhu, who was well-clothed and well-fed, rolled back home in despair within half a month, and let his father arrange to marry the daughter of his partner at home.The woman came to the door with the child in her arms, but what she faced was the closed door and the news of her old lover's marriage.Young Master Zhu didn't have the guts or the face to come out to meet him, but in the end it was Old Master Zhu who came forward and offered him a generous compensation, on the condition that she take the child away and never appear in front of Zhu's family again.

Before the young master Zhu abandoned his wife and son, he touched the baby's face in the cradle with great reluctance, and named him with tears in his eyes. .

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

Zhu Jingci only felt that his internal organs were tumbling, and just thinking about the man's pretentiousness when he named him, an indescribable nausea rose in his stomach.

There are no embarrassments or unspeakable secrets.The man called father is only because of cowardice and irresponsibility.Choose not to listen, not to see, to step away from it all, to pretend nothing happened.Forget the women and children you once loved, and join your new family.

Zhu Jingci understood.He understood why it was difficult for him to get a good look from his mother as long as he could remember.She had hoped to use this son to marry into Zhu's family, but she never expected that the old man would be so cruel that his own grandson would ignore him.The dream of a rich wife that he had been thinking about failed to come true, so he naturally transferred all his anger to him.

Maybe I should be thankful that when she left, she was merciful and left enough money for me, otherwise, I might have starved to death a few years ago.

"Then what are you doing here?" Zhu Jingci didn't think he had anything to discuss with this family.

The old man suppressed his anger and tried his best to be kind, "This time, of course I'm here to pick you up."

"You are my grandson, there is no reason to let the blood of the Zhu family's direct relatives flow outside."

"This is my home, I don't need to go anywhere else." Zhu Jingci flatly refused, clenched his hands where no one was looking, and his palms were stinging from the nails.

"And," he thought of something, and a mocking arc curled his mouth, "Why did you come? After all these years, that man still just hides behind and asks you to come forward and wipe his ass?"

Obviously dissatisfied with Zhu Jingci's words, the old man frowned, "That's your father, is that how your mother taught you to talk to your elders?"

"I'm sorry, I was never disciplined since I was a child. If you can't take it," Zhu Jingci impatiently dealt with the person opposite.There was an inexplicable hostility accumulated in his heart, and he wanted to find an outlet to vent it out, "Just bear it."