blazing fire

Cheng Zhuo was a little speechless, took out a tissue from his pocket and gave it to him: "Can you stop crying in front of me."

Yuan Yu sucked his nose, tears poured down his eyes, and looked at him through the mist in his eyes.

"If you insist on crying in front of me, I only hope that you were fucked/cried by me." Cheng Zhuo said something nasty without hesitation, and waved his hand against Yuan Yu's astonished gaze, "Wipe your tears clean Just go back."

"What about you?" Yuan Yu's voice was still hoarse.

"I'll be right back." Cheng Zhuo teased him, "Why, are you willing to be seen by your family and walk with me now?"

How long has it been in the old calendar, yet Cheng Zhuo still remembers it.

But Yuan Yu knew he was wronged, and he couldn't think of words to refute him, so he had to wipe away his tears and walk away listlessly.

Cheng Zhuo stood on the dirt road in a daze for a while, then slowly went home.

Grandma cooked, but she didn't wait for anyone for a long time, and she didn't eat.When Cheng Zhuo came back and saw a table of untouched dishes, he was speechless: "Didn't I tell you that if I don't come back, you can eat first?"

"I'm not afraid of the hot weather." Grandma said something.She meant that she was not afraid of the food getting cold when the weather was hot, so she called Cheng Zhuo over to eat together after she finished speaking.

Cheng Zhuo was too hungry right now and didn't want to eat anymore, but grandma had to give her face, so he sat down at the table cooperatively, and slowly finished a bowl of rice.

Unlike Yuan Yu, he has been in Yanghuai Town for so long, at most he helped grandma take the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen after dinner, he didn't know how to do other things, so he went upstairs soon.

There were two bank cards lying in the second drawer of the wooden table. Cheng Zhuo went over to open them, took out the card he accidentally brought from Jiangcheng, and stared at it for a long time.

What a magical fate.

I don't even remember when I got the card, but now I'm about to use it.

The mood was a bit complicated, perhaps because of this, that night, Cheng Zhuo had a nightmare all night.

He didn't sleep well, and was a little dizzy when he set off for the town the next day. He stood in front of the ATM and thought for a long time before he remembered that the password should be his birthday.

He had never used this card before, and the format of the password was not very clear, so it took him two attempts to get it out.After successfully reading the information, Cheng Zhuo's eyes fell on the balance: "1, 2, 3...6, 7."

Seven digits.

He didn't know how much money was in it, and he hadn't looked at it since he got the card. He didn't expect that the amount saved over the years was much higher than he imagined.

Ha ha.Cheng Zhuo thought to himself, so he is still a millionaire.

Cheng Zhuo hung his finger in the air for a long time before he pressed withdraw money.

He tried several times and found that the ATM machine could only withdraw 2 yuan a day, so he took out the full amount in one go.

It was two big stacks. Fortunately, when he went out, he remembered that he had been robbed of money, so he put a big coat in a recycle bag as a cover.He buried the money under his clothes, collected the cards and left the bank.

It's hard to say whether he was being watched or not, Cheng Zhuo was very alert along the way, but fortunately he was fine.After returning home, he threw the money and the card into the drawer, hesitated for a moment, grabbed the phone and went out.

For the first time, he took the initiative to go to the "secret base", not to find someone.

There was still no one on the ridge, Cheng Zhuo ran to the place in one breath, breathed slowly, and sat on the ground.

He gradually got rid of the delicate problem of not being able to sit down in places that feel dirty.

Cheng Zhuo took out his phone and dialed a number.

Even Cheng Guangzong's cell phone number was the one he asked for from his aunt, but he remembered this number very well.It was the first time he made this call, and when he got through, his palms were covered with sweat.

"Beep" sounded for a long time.

Just when he thought it was impossible to get through, the phone got through.

"Hello?"

Cheng Zhuo pursed his lower lip. He knew that the other party had never stored this number, so he was very polite when he spoke: "Hello, I am..."

"Xiao Zhuo?"

Cheng Zhuo fell silent.

"Is it Xiao Zhuo?"

"...Well." Cheng Zhuo responded, and said slowly, "I took the money from the card, I think I should tell you."

"It's your money, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me." The person on the opposite side smiled softly, "But Xiao Zhuo, you can call mom, mom is very happy."

"..."

"It seems that I haven't heard your voice for 7 years, Xiao Zhan. How are you doing?"

"……fine."

A gust of wind blew, Cheng Zhuo folded his legs, and hugged the phone with his arm without the phone.

He felt cold and needed something to hold to make him feel better.

The short silence on the other end of the phone made the woman on the other end keenly aware of something: "Did something happen to you? Mom hopes to help you."

"No, nothing happened to me." Cheng Zhuo said, "I took the money because... I was in Yanghuai during this period, and I met a family who had difficulties... brother, he likes to go to school, but he may not be able to go to school. , I want to help him."

"It's June now, you probably haven't had a holiday yet." The woman's voice suddenly became serious, "Xiao Zhuo, why are you in Yanghuai? Where's your father?"

"He sent me here. I took a leave of absence. It happened in March."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Cheng Zhuo smiled: "He thinks that my grades are not good, and I always fight against him, so let me come here... to experience life, clear my head by the way, and figure out who I rely on for food."

"He said that?"

"It can't be me who said it, I don't talk like this. You should know..." Cheng Zhuo paused, and finally shouted, "Mom."

This vocabulary, which I haven't shouted for many years, is extremely strange when it rolls over the tip of my tongue.

He tightened his arms, feeling himself getting colder.

"I think," the woman thought for a moment, then said calmly, "he is not qualified to say such things to you. As the legal guardian, he is obliged to provide your necessary expenses, and I don't think he has the right to tell you what to do without notifying me." I will leave school for you. Xiao Zhuo, what are your plans now? If you want to go back to school, mother can help you solve this problem. "

"I don't really miss studying, and I don't want to see him or that woman and her son." Cheng Zhuo said, "You know, I really hate idiots."

Cheng Zhuo never waited to see his younger brother, not because his mother was the mistress who ruined his family, but because he was too stupid.

Cheng Yuan is 9 years old and is in the third grade of elementary school. He still can't figure out the simplest addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

"Then do you like Yang Huai? I remember you didn't like it when you were young, but if you like it now..." The woman was a little distressed, "You can't stay, you have to go to school, Xiaozhuo."

"I don't like—" Cheng Zhuo said this, and suddenly remembered that when Yuan Yu kissed Yuan Yu in this place that night, Yuan Yu's eyes reflected the stars and moonlight, and the words that blurted out suddenly changed their meaning, "—— It's okay, I know I shouldn't be here all the time, but..."

but what?

He seemed a little bit reluctant, but he thought it was ridiculous again.

Why do you want to give up?

"Actually..." The woman suddenly said two words, but she didn't continue, and there was a silence on the phone.

Cheng Zhuo thought something was wrong with her, so he let out a "hmm" as a reminder.

"You will inherit his company in the future. Mom thinks you should study for an MBA. It just so happens that you are taking a break from school now. Why don't you come to my mother's school?"

Cheng Zhuo: "..."

He choked for a while before saying, "I don't want to inherit his company."

"Then are you going to hand over the inheritance rights to that woman's son?"

"..."

Knowing a child is like a mother.As soon as Cheng Zhuo was silent, the woman guessed what he meant.

Her tone was very gentle: "Xiao Zhuo, are you a fool? You can hate him, but you don't need to hate his money. What should be yours is yours. Rather, when you are capable enough to take care of the company's operations He just hurts more when he's in the room - you should know that about him."

Cheng Guangzong's lifelong ideal is to cultivate a successor who is young and out of blue. He has no nose for Cheng Zhuo, and the main reason is that Cheng Zhuo is too self-willed and depraved.

On the other hand, if Cheng Zhuo is good enough, even if he is a monster, Cheng Guangzong can only support this ancestor if he gets angry again.

Cheng Zhuo understands all these things, but because he understands too much, he is unwilling to fulfill his father's ideal.

Besides, he actually...

"Actually, you blame me, right?" the woman said suddenly.

Cheng Zhuo choked for a moment, but didn't make a sound.

"You should blame me," the woman said with a wry smile, "Mom doesn't want to defend herself, but she hopes that you don't punish yourself for my mistakes and your dad's. Mom can send you to the best school, as long as... …would you like."

Cheng Zhuo's eyes suddenly turned red, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes looked at the sky hard, trying to hold back the tears that filled his eyes.

"Xiao Zhuo?"

"...Is it the best school?" After a while, Cheng Zhuo laughed, and said in a natural tone, "A man told me that he hoped that all the good things in the world could belong to me." He paused and said with difficulty , "But I got bad grades, Mom."

"You got good grades when you were young..." the woman said sadly, "Xiao Zhuo, as long as you are willing to make up lessons, everything will be fine."

Cheng Zhuo didn't speak.The woman waited for a while, then said cautiously: "Is the person you mentioned your lover?"

"...It's just the younger brother who I plan to pay for his tuition."

The woman smiled: "Mom, this is not in China, and mother will not discriminate. Whether human beings love each other has nothing to do with gender, you can—"

"But do you think I know what a 'lover' is?" Cheng Zhuo's tone was inexplicable, "How much love have I received?"

"..."

This time the silence lasted a bit longer, and after a long time, a woman's suppressed cry came from the phone: "Xiao Zhuo, I'm really sorry... If you have nostalgia for Yang Huai..."

It's not that Cheng Zhuo doesn't resent his mother, this kind of resentment is an almost instinctive emotion, but intellectually, he knows that his mother didn't abandon him on purpose.

After all, when she left, she once asked him if he wanted to leave with her.

He himself refused, but when his mother really left, he was the one who never touched that bank card again.

Hearing the crying, Cheng Zhuo felt that he had spoken too much.He hated seeing people cry, even though he had only seen three people cry so far.

But two of the three gave him angina when they cried.

"No, just do as you said." Cheng Zhuo pursed his lower lip, "I have nothing to miss about Yang Huai..."

The author has something to say:

really?I do not believe.

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The three people crying refer to: mother, Yuan Yun, and Yuan Yu.I don't need to say which two will make him suffer from angina.jpg