Chosen unlucky guy

He Jingle was subconsciously guilty of being asked this question, and almost suspected that his own father could read minds, and then said: "How can it be, Dad, are you thinking too much? Food can be eaten randomly, but CP can't Mess!"

But his father obviously didn't believe it: "You still want to deceive me? Last time your aunt Ting told me that you two—"

This shameless middle-aged man couldn't continue talking, and finally turned his head and said angrily: "...in broad daylight, why don't you feel ashamed at all!"

He Jingle was still grinning at first, but if the conditions didn't allow it, he even wanted to move a bench and watch his father's hard-to-speak expression while eating sunflower seeds; but he couldn't smile after listening to it The last time when the dead last time stayed with Xin Sui, he suddenly stood up and attacked him that absurd morning. He felt it was necessary to prove himself, so he said, "Didn't I already tell you, it was a misunderstanding!"

"I misunderstood your size!" He Hongguang slapped him on the forehead, it didn't hurt, just like himself, he just looked at his face; I believed it, and said while the iron was hot: "Dad, so you see, sometimes what Aunt Ting sees may not be true. If you ask her, what can you ask?"

He originally wanted to tell the other party to worry less, and it would be best not to so unscrupulously get information from him in the future, so that he can live a more comfortable life. I don't know if it is because people's psychological defenses are relatively weak at night. He Hongguang, who had never expressed his opinion on this matter before, unexpectedly gave a rare light sigh, his eyes fell on a pot of green plants in front of the TV, and then said: "I don't ask others, will you tell me?"

He Jingle was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out how to answer.

After all, his feelings for his own father have been very complicated since he was a child, and he is afraid and respectful. The He family and his wife, who have been busy all the year round and cannot accompany him, actually gave him very little emotional feedback before the age of 15, and even exaggerated it. Said that he saw his own parents in newspapers more often than he saw himself standing in front of him alive;

Later, due to physical reasons, Jiang Lan suffered a serious illness and gradually retreated to the second line. This gradually repaired some mother-child relationships, but the relationship with He Hongguang was still hanging like this, and the father and son had the same temper, and no one would agree to it. He was easily subdued, until now, he almost no longer expected to have a normal relationship with He Hongguang, who greeted each other with care.

In fact, some of what Han Yuan said is not unreasonable. Of course, the lack of care in the early years cannot be made up for by the current orders and warnings. He Hongguang seems to have done a poor job in this regard.But he didn't want to talk about it, he thought it was good. Although he and his father would quarrel, even if they were noisy, it was better than saying nothing, right?

But tonight, what the other party said made him feel a little hopeful again. He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, and saw the small wrinkles spreading from the corners of the other party's eyes, and a deep gap between the brows. He Hongguang interrupted: "Forget it."

His father seemed to be unwilling to even give him a little time to brew his feelings. In a blink of an eye, he perfectly hid the gentle and kind expression just behind the mocking and contemptuous appearance: "I haven't given you enough freedom? Don't look at me any more. You, I won't be able to catch you if you squat in the game later!"

He Jingle's mind buzzed, as if a fire had suddenly erupted, and the guilt and warmth that had arisen just now were gone in an instant.

He heard his own trembling but surprisingly calm voice: "Yes, I did nothing wrong, I made friends wrong, and I didn't go back to the house you bought. It's also wrong, as long as I didn't ask you in advance, like Wagging you like a dog and letting you watch everything happen the way you want it to happen, then I'm at fault!"

At the end of his speech, his voice inevitably rose, and then he glanced at the closed door of his room, suppressing his anger and said in a low voice: "I have nothing to say to you, just do what you like, whatever you want."

The lamp he left in the room was still on, he walked in and carefully pressed it out——

Sleepless half the night.

So, when Xin Sui woke up again, it was the turn of Young Master He who was next to him to stare at him quietly. The two of them stared at him early in the morning. In the dormitory, so he said "Morning" in a nasal voice, and then sat up; after fully waking up, he was startled by He Jingle's dark circles again: "What's wrong?"

He quickly thought of himself, and asked very embarrassedly: "It's because I don't sleep well, did I disturb you?"

He Jingle found that this person seemed to be really good at taking care of things that didn't concern him, so he immediately waved his hands: "No, I just have insomnia."

Seeing that Xin Sui didn't seem to be in disbelief, he watched Xin Sui go to wash up. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and touched the phone that was left on the side, but it was not warm yet, and the phone began to vibrate repeatedly. , on this sleepless morning, even the world is fucked up; the caller ID was the assistant director who hadn't contacted for a long time, he picked it up, and heard the other party call him energetically: "Good morning, Ziweixing!"

"Morning." The young master didn't fluctuate in his heart, and even yawned listlessly.

"Ziweixing, are you okay? Why do you sound like you have no energy at all!" The little girl chirped, first said a lot of nonsense, and then suddenly laughed, "Oh, I understand, I Got it, exercise in the morning."

"What morning—" He Jingle turned his head slowly, subconsciously repeated half a sentence, and then suddenly realized that his face was red all the way to the root of his neck, "Damn, where are you going!"

On the other end of the phone, the assistant director was still smiling familiarly, and after a while he got to the point: "Don't talk about that! Ziweixing, I'm calling you to let you know that the opening scene of our program Wu has already been cut, didn’t you say you wanted to take a look at it before, and you have already sent it to your email address!”

"Oh, good." He replied, and the two hung up the phone without talking for a few words.

It just so happened that Xin Sui also finished washing, and both of them were fine this morning, so he dragged the other person to turn on the computer; the mailbox was logged, and a letter that had not been read was lying there quietly, he downloaded it and decompressed it, waiting In the gap between them, he turned his head and followed Xin Sui and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen the dance I danced that day yet!"

Young Master He has a kind of blind confidence in his own performance, plus people rely on clothes, he was dressed so formally that day, no matter how you say it, he must be better than before, right?

Xin Sui looked very strange: "I heard from Xiang Kongshan that the memory of Yu Yehao's video recording is full, and you didn't even see it at a glance?"

"No." The young master shook his head innocently, and asked expectantly, "So you saw it? That's right, didn't you stay under the stage from the beginning to the end that day? How about it, tell me how you feel?"

Xin Sui said in pain: "Uh..."

"Forget it!" God knows that He Jingle will also have an embarrassing day. He turned his face away, not letting Xin Sui see his uncomfortable moment, and clicked on the video, "I'll know if I see it myself!"

Familiar music played, he dragged the progress bar, found the section where his group was in solo, and watched it happily.

After a few seconds, he slammed it shut.

Xin Sui was struggling with words again: "That..."

"Ahhh," He Jingle covered his mouth, "forget about it!"

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If there are no accidents, it should be in v next week!I will let you know when I arrive!

I'm a little apprehensive, feeling that our young master's value seems to have risen in an instant (