Be at the same table with the rumored boss

At 11:30 in the evening, the lights of Wanjia were dimmed, and the night was so quiet that Xiao Lang could even hear a slight humming coming from nowhere in the air.

Everyone's voices disappeared, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the night world. Some emotions hidden in his heart surged uncontrollably, almost drowning him in the thickness of the night.

Xiao Lang glanced at the alarm clock and put down the pen in his hand.

This is all I can do today, and the throbbing pain in his temple tells him that it is almost time to go to bed, staying up too late will not solve the remaining tasks, it will only affect his study plan for tomorrow morning, the loss outweighs the gain.

The knock on the door sounded at the right time.

Xiao Lang closed the book and put it back on the bookshelf, walked a few steps to the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt and sat down before answering, "Please come in."

The knock on the door stopped, and three seconds later, Pan Xueying pushed the door open. She stood at the door of the room and looked at Xiao Lang who was beside the bed. She didn't intend to come in, "Aren't you asleep yet?"

"Sleep, just woke up at night."

Xiao Lang's voice sounded very tired, with a nasal sound that hadn't woken up yet.

Pan Xueying never thought about the possibility of her son deceiving her, she always believed in Xiao Lang, obedient and mature, such an excellent son would never worry her, "I'm going on a business trip for a week tomorrow, you can go with me."

"No need," Xiao Lang didn't hesitate at all when he refused, his tone was steady, without showing any emotion, "I can stay at home alone."

This also made Pan Xueying feel uneasy.

He is obviously her own son, but Xiao Lang is always sensible and mature in front of her. This kind of conversation is not like between mother and son, but more like a conversation between two adults.

"I'm worried that if he finds here, what if he hurts you?" Pan Xueying spoke in a low voice, "Listen to mom, okay?"

"No need." Xiao Lang was silent for a long time, but still refused what he said.

This had to make Pan Xueying look for the reason from herself, "Are you still blaming your mother for not protecting you? You don't trust your mother anymore, do you?"

Xiao Lang frowned and didn't speak.

"Xiao Ziqiang was indeed at fault." When she met Xiao Lang's gaze, Pan Xueying looked away, and her voice was a little bit unbearable, "But everything is over..."

Xiao Lang interrupted Pan Xueying in time, he didn't want to continue this topic, "Mom, is there anything else?"

Pan Xueying's voice became hoarse.

She understood that all of this was the mistake she made when she was young. When she was 17 years old, she didn't listen to the advice of the people around her, put aside her good studies, and easily believed the lies of the young boy all her life, and all the tragedies in the future were born. .

She is a weak woman. After resolutely leaving home, she can only rely on Xiao Ziqiang. Seeing that the other party's attitude towards her is getting worse day by day, but she can't leave. She believes that Xiao Ziqiang will change her mind as long as she has a child.

The fact is that her irresponsible thoughts led to the continuation of the tragedy in the next generation.

Xiao Lang was born in a messy home. She saw her child get infected with all of Xiao Ziqiang's bad habits, but she didn't have the energy to take care of that much. Everything in the family had already made her physically and mentally exhausted.

Fortunately, she met Liu Ming later, and Xiao Lang followed his teacher to quit all bad habits slowly. Although she knew that she was an irresponsible mother, such an ending would not make Pan Xueying hate herself for the rest of her life.

"Baby...I'm sorry...Mom is really sorry for you..."

Pan Xueying's self-blaming tone always made Xiao Lang soft-hearted. He wanted to comfort his mother in the past, but he didn't know where to start. He could only look at Pan Xueying silently, and only said after she calmed down, "I I promised my deskmate to find him, so can I stay at his house for a week tomorrow?"

Pan Xueying was very surprised by this answer. In her impression, Xiao Lang had never had any particularly close friends. At this moment, someone who could spend the night at someone's house suddenly appeared, and she couldn't help but hesitate, "One high?"

"No. [-] middle school," Xiao Lang replied, "they are very nice."

"Boys and girls?"

"...Boys."

Pan Xueying breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, you are too young to fall in love early."

After finalizing the matter, Pan Xueying said good night, turned off the lights for Xiao Lang and closed the door gently.

In an instant, darkness invaded his room.

Xiao Lang covered himself with a quilt, curled himself into a ball, closed his eyes and tried to forcibly empty his brain.

But no matter how hard he tried, the originally fragmented picture gradually became clear, pieced together into a memory that he least wanted to recall.

Hatred cannot eliminate pain, and there is no light in the long night, and only by not asking for extravagance can we continue to move forward.

That was when Ms. Pan was not able to gain a firm foothold, and Xiao Lang had no choice but to continue to live under the same roof as his father.Although he didn't want to care about his cheap daddy at all, the same blood was flowing in his veins, so he couldn't ignore him.

Xiao Lang poured the hot water into the kettle at the door. Xiao Ziqiang didn't know when he would come back. After drinking the wine, he would cry thirsty when he came back. If he put it on the table regardless, the water would cool down quickly. .

After finishing all this, Xiao Lang spread out the book to review and prepare for the exam. At the end of the semester, all the students in the first high school passed the exams of the senior high school entrance examination to stay. Everyone is not easy, high-frequency exams, one after another exam papers, and difficult exercises .

The learning environment under heavy pressure made him a little breathless, but he knew that he could not stop, and stopping would mean being surpassed.

I don't know how long it took before Xiao Lang finally finished writing the last set of papers. He relaxed his whole body and moved his muscles and bones. He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when the sound of the door lock made him hang in his throat.

"Hey, where are you reading? Don't just hear that I'm back, let's just pretend here." Xiao Ziqiang bumped into a woman with coquettish make-up while riding the tram after drinking. The fat man grabbed him by the collar and scolded him, and then asked him to pay to settle the matter.

Originally, Xiao Ziqiang was so angry that he was blackmailed by someone, but when he got home and saw his ex-wife's son, he remembered the endless quarrels and accusations between the two before the divorce, and immediately fell to the bottom of his mood, "Little beast I know how to eat and drink for free all day long, and I don’t know what is the use of studying, so it’s better for my wife and children to warm up the bed earlier.”

Xiao Lang glanced at him, bowed his head and silently started packing his books.

"I got it right." Seeing Xiao Lang packing up his things, Xiao Ziqiang confirmed his guess, "You are so scheming at such a young age, you really deserve to be born by your mother, just like her , are not good birds."

Xiao Lang stood up a few books and slammed them on the table with a "dong" sound.

"Don't be angry, you dare to flirt with your old man? You're promising." Xiao Ziqiang crossed his arms and squinted at Xiao Lang. This son, who he grew up with, inherited more of Pan Xueying's appearance. With delicate and feminine features, she looks more and more like his ex-wife.

"I'm also your own. You raised me so much, so I will be as good as you are." Xiao Lang stared straight at Xiao Ziqiang, "Smoking, drinking, gambling, why don't you fail in any of them?"

Xiao Lang's cold accusation undoubtedly became the best fuse. Xiao Ziqiang, who was poked and sore in the foot, became angry and kicked over the hot water bottle at the door.

The liner of the kettle, which could not bear the heavy blow, burst with a "bang", and the hot water mixed with pieces of the liner splashed everywhere, and splashed on Xiao Ziqiang's instep wearing flip-flops, causing redness and swelling.

"Hiss... son of a bitch, the little bastard put such hot water in the kettle to scald you to death, right?"

Xiao Ziqiang, who is away from home, has a good evaluation. He is hospitable, drinks a lot, is kind and straightforward, and he is very proud of it.

Spending money like water for the brothers who think they are, and who don't know when they added to the address book, they ran over to wipe their ass after a phone call.

When drinking, people would drink it up for respect, and when the whole table was finished eating, they would sit still, wave their hands like his big brother, and say: "Describe it to my account, and it will be settled at the end of the month."

After drinking, my friends walked to the door of the house, and when I closed the door to face my son and wife, I started to get drunk.

All the good things are taken away by outsiders, but my family has nothing to gain. When the door is opened, it is the big brother who is righteous, but when the door is closed, it becomes a violent and irritable alcoholic father.

After drinking, he lost his mind, and the next day he smiled and said that he didn't know what the drunk did.

Frankly speaking, Xiao Ziqiang was barely a qualified father when he was sober, and he couldn't say how good he was to his wife and children, but he was more than a star and a half better than when he was drunk. At least he can be regarded as a normal person when he doesn't drink.

Xiao Lang also had a warm time when he was a child. At the beginning, Xiao Ziqiang worked hard to earn money, and he wanted his family to live a good life from the bottom of his heart.

But life is really tiring. Anesthesia and death are much easier than living well. The endless rent and the cost of children's schooling extinguished Xiao Ziqiang's last hope. He chose to escape and paralyze his nerves with alcohol.

Facing the tears of his family, Xiao Ziqiang did not completely ignore the tears. In 08 there were rumors that the world would perish in 2012. After hearing this, Xiao Ziqiang swore in front of his mother and son that if the world did not perish in 12 years, he would stop drinking and be a good person to return to his family. man.

Xiao Lang waited for 2012 for a long time. He watched the calendar being torn off one by one, and he just wanted to make that day come sooner.

If Xiao Ziqiang can't stop drinking, maybe everything will be ruined, he doesn't want to endure such days anymore, not even a day.

The result was obvious. After the rumor passed, Xiao Ziqiang still couldn't let go of the wine bottle.

Pan Xueying questioned her several times, but she only got one sentence, "The world is in the wine bottle, unless I die, I will never quit drinking."

Every time Xiao Ziqiang drank alcohol, he would go crazy. When he took off his belt, he urinated towards the water dispenser, and when he saw a tree standing in front of him, he kept cursing. Pan Xueying couldn't bear all his actions.

Pan Xueying once hid in the bedroom with the young Xiao Lang and was unwilling to face the drunk. Xiao Ziqiang simply punched the wooden door of the bedroom. The sound of "boom" made Pan Xueying tremble uncontrollably, and came out the next day. Seeing that the wooden door was punched out a big hole, there was blood from Xiao Ziqiang's fist inside.

Xiao Lang couldn't imagine how those fists landed on Ms. Pan.

Red, bright red, blood is probably the most disgusting thing in the world.

Xiao Lang closed his eyes to calm down, and when he opened his eyes again to look at Xiao Ziqiang, he still had an indifferent attitude, "You can scold me, don't scold my mother."

"The little bastard still knows about mother-in-law." Pained by his son's indifferent attitude, Xiao Ziqiang couldn't help but sneer.

"This title is very appropriate. It is really disgusting to bring your blood."

Xiao Ziqiang's face turned blue, he raised his hand and slapped Xiao Lang, "Your wings are really hard."

After being slapped, Xiao Lang gave Xiao Ziqiang a disgusted look, clenched his fists, but didn't say anything.

His consistent experience told him that he couldn't say such things when Xiao Ziqiang was drunk, but his mother...he couldn't ignore anyone's slander and insults towards his mother.

"You have a tough temper, the little thing dares to argue with you." Looking at the textbooks and test papers neatly arranged by Xiao Lang on the desk, Xiao Ziqiang couldn't get angry. He simply grabbed the pile of study materials and spread them out by the door Throw in sewage.

It was too late after realizing Xiao Ziqiang's intentions. Xiao Lang watched helplessly as his results were thrown into the sewage for three or four hours. the test paper.

Xiao Ziqiang saw Xiao Lang grabbed Xiao Lang by the back collar and pressed him into the sewage on the ground. Xiao Lang had no defense at all. He only wanted to hold the book in his arms tightly to prevent his hard work from being destroyed, and was directly pressed into it. In the dirt full of pot gall fragments.

"My son is also trying to fight against me. If you don't teach you a lesson, you really think you are so precious."

Besides hugging the book in his arms more tightly, Xiao Lang didn't have any other psychological comfort to rely on. What could an underage child do?He can only rely on tomorrow, and tomorrow Pan Xueying promised to pick him up and take him away from this house.

"Why aren't you stubborn anymore? Know how to bear the burden of humiliation? It's terrible, do you still want to wait for your old man to fall asleep and stab him?"

Xiao Ziqiang didn't have much affection for the son born to his ex-wife in ten months of pregnancy. He was drunk all day long, and every time he noticed his son, Xiao Lang had changed a lot from the appearance he remembered last time. More like strangers living under the same roof.

Originally, Xiao Ziqiang still felt somewhat guilty for not fulfilling his father's responsibilities, but the only remaining guilt disappeared when he came home early one time and saw Pan Xueying, who came to visit Xiao Lang, leaving Liu Ming at home for dinner. clean.

Pan Xueying came back and forth to serve the dishes, Liu Ming sat inside to pick up the dishes for Xiao Lang, and said something with a smile, but his son, who had been hiding away from him all day long, showed a cruel expression in front of Liu Ming. The color of admiration.

Xiao Ziqiang grabbed Xiao Lang by the collar and picked him up in a daze. He frowned and looked at Xiao Lang's face carefully.

Xiao Lang's appearance was almost completely inherited from Pan Xueying's, and his daily demeanor followed Liu Ming's. After more than ten years, how could there be any trace of him on this son?

"I think you might really be a bastard." Reminiscent of Pan Xueying's tough attitude of suddenly wanting to take Xiao Lang back on the phone during the day, Xiao Ziqiang confirmed this even more, leaving himself alone to live miserably, and then let them Three people live happily together?

Xiao Ziqiang absolutely cannot tolerate such a situation happening.

At worst, everyone suffers together, and everyone goes to the [-]th floor of hell together.

A thought suddenly popped up in his heart, catalyzed by alcohol and anger, Xiao Ziqiang held down Xiao Lang's head and smashed it to the ground a few times, dragged his son whose struggle was obviously weakened to the back room, and threw it on the limestone floor.

"Your mother is cheap, and you are cheap too. The little bitch looks like a girl, don't you actually be a girl?"

Before Xiao Lang could understand the meaning of this sentence, Xiao Ziqiang simply pressed on him, intending to take off his shirt arbitrarily.

A never-before-seen fear came to his heart, and when he realized that the most worrisome guess in his heart was about to come true, Xiao Lang's cry for help was stuck in his throat.

He restrained the trembling of his body and fought hard, tears of panic gradually overflowed his eyes.

But where is he an adult opponent?

Maybe life is hopeless like this. He tried his best to live a good life, but this person who was his father in name could always easily destroy all his efforts.

"Xiao Ziqiang! You bastard!" When Xiao Lang was about to give up, he heard Pan Xueying's voice.

The eyes blurred by tears couldn't see clearly. Pan Xueying, who has always been delicate and timid and timid, had what kind of mood in her mind. She picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it on Xiao Ziqiang's head. Xiao Ziqiang fell down without saying a word. on the ground.

Glass shards mixed with blood fell in front of his eyes.

Red, bright red, the whole world is red like this.

Pan Xueying cried and hugged him, her body trembling couldn't stop no matter what, she could only repeat over and over again, "I'm sorry, my mother came late and made you scared, I'm sorry, my mother will always love you forever."

At that time, he was just like tonight, lying on the concrete floor huddled up, recalling every detail of what happened over and over again in his mind.

"No one in this world will ever love me again."

He thought so.

A child whose parents don't love him doesn't deserve anyone's love.

Later, he heard the siren and the sound of an ambulance, and after realizing what Pan Xueying had done, Xiao Lang raised his eyes to look at her. In Pan Xueying's eyes filled with tears, he saw unusual determination.

"Mom will take you away, and you will follow mom from now on." Pan Xueying sobbed.

So Xiao Lang stood up unsteadily, and took out an art knife from the cabinet in the living room. He remained silent, and pressed the blade on his wrist.

This move shocked Pan Xueying, she was too scared to speak, she wanted to stop Xiao Lang but she was afraid that her behavior would be too radical, so she could only stare at him.

"I'll make it clear to the person who collects the evidence," Xiao Lang couldn't open his eyes because the blood coagulated on his eyelashes. He lowered his eyelashes and said in a sarcastic tone, "The drunk doesn't know that he did something after drinking. What, so wanting to torture a child to death is possible, isn't it?"

Pan Xueying looked at her son with a little complicated eyes, but Xiao Lang raised her eyes so suddenly that she was caught before she had time to restrain her emotions.

Nobody likes a kid like him.

So Xiao Lang got more conclusive evidence.

The long silence was broken by Pan Xueying's cough.

"Xiao Lang," Pan Xueying bit her lower lip, her tone was low and soft, "Mom asked you, why did you hide the knife in the cabinet?"

Xiao Lang didn't answer.

"Then Mom put it another way," Pan Xueying breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at Xiao Lang's expression and asked cautiously, "If I don't come back in time tonight, what will you do?"

This question obviously touched the secret in Xiao Lang's heart. He didn't answer directly, but turned his eyes sideways, "Mom, people can't be sentenced for crimes that haven't been practiced, can they?"

Pan Xueying couldn't say a word.