[Rebirth] Xueba quickly help

Is Hou Yiding a good person?Is it a bad guy?Du Ziteng was completely unclear.He used to think that he was a good person and a great benefactor who helped his mother die. However, under Liu Qi's reasonable questioning, Du Ziteng had to start to doubt his previous judgment.

As far as the bad side is concerned, assuming Hou Yiding is a bad person, does the mother who has kept in close contact with him know that he is a bad person?If you don't know, it's okay to say, if you know...

Wait, what's the definition of "bad guy"?Rape and robbery?Burning and looting?No,... no, the definition of "bad guy" here should be "has intentions against his mother" for Du Ziteng.Thinking about it again, what is there for his mother to do?She is a poor woman with no background, even if she gets close to her, she won't be able to please her!

The meaning of the bad guy's existence is erased, so when Hou Yiding approached his mother, his role as a "good guy" must be...

In the end, Du Ziteng still didn't dare to ask the woman such a question, so he could only ponder it by himself.He reached the bottom of the stairs, and it took all his courage to knock on his mother's door.After learning that his mother just had a small cold, he was like a leaky balloon, all his courage was gone.

For some reason, he didn't seem to have the courage, just like when he broke the beautiful vase on the balcony when he was a child, facing his mother who was smiling kindly, he didn't dare to look up at her.

How can I completely forget about my mother?How can I do this without the slightest improvement? !

Mother asked, "How have you been recently?"

"Okay." Du Ziteng replied stiffly.

"How is school?"

"Alright."

"Where are the classmates?"

"all good."

The topic was ended in Du Ziteng's exhaustive answer.But he really didn't know what to say, every word was stuck in his throat bloody, and the silence made him even more at a loss.

say something!say something

After a while, the woman spoke first: "How is he...?"

It was Du Lixiang who asked.

Du Ziteng's throat moved, he opened his eyes slightly, and replied slowly: "It's okay..."

"Have you found a girlfriend? Or remarried?"

"No, no!...Not yet...! One, one person..."

"Ah."

A chuckle.

Du Ziteng subconsciously thought that his mother had seen through him, so he raised his head anxiously, and met his mother's eyes at a glance.Du Ziteng was taken aback for a moment, and for a moment he saw a strange look on a familiar face, which he couldn't understand.

Thinking about it, even if he was reborn once, his experience would only stop there.As a real adult, how could he understand?

Du Ziteng returned home with such repeated emotions.

Kong Shun just got home these few days, and wanted to act as a full-time wife, but she was very considerate, at least every meal was settled.Du Ziteng actually enjoyed such a family of three eating dinner, even if the person sitting at the table was not his biological mother, he was still satisfied. Words such as "reunion" or "family" are too weak in his concept, and it is almost a matter of course for others to eat at the same table, he hardly remembers it.

But Du Ziteng, who had just returned from his mother's house, was not in the mood to cherish these anymore. He just felt that Kong Shun became more and more distasteful the more he looked at him.In the end, during the meal, Du Ziteng ignored the face of the two present, and asked directly, "Dad, do you know what's going on with Mom?"

The TV next to the small dining table where the three of them ate was beeping a funny program, and before the white smoke from the hot food, the voice of the host on the TV was also blurred.

After finishing speaking, Du Lixiang did not respond.Probably because he didn't want to get angry at the dinner table, the man slapped the chopsticks and the bowl on the table.

"That woman is doing well, don't you know?" Du Lixiang said eccentrically, with a sarcasm in his tone, but Du Ziteng didn't listen to his words.

Kong Shun just came to this house, no matter whether she has thoughts in her heart or not, it is not a place for her to talk now.She wisely kept silent, sat on the side and added a bowl of rice to herself.

"Mom is poor! Life is hard! She can't support herself..."

"Very poor? Who did you hear that from?"

Du Lixiang really laughed this time, as if he saw a crow that hung himself on the wool without even knowing his identity.With a down-to-earth sarcasm, he said every word: "Tell me, is that woman poor?"

"Mom, mother..." Du Ziteng was shy and wanted to defend himself, but suddenly his face turned pale as if remembering something.Du Lixiang saw his son's expression in his eyes, and sneered: "Very poor? Mahogany chairs, platinum necklaces? Green-glazed bottles, crested pots? Thanks to my mercy, I let you go to your mother's house once." , but you have secretly gone several times in private, haven’t you found out yet?”

Those things are placed brightly in his mother's house, and people can see them at a glance.But just because it is too conspicuous, if you put it together with inferior wooden and plastic bowls, you can't see the slightest dignity. Unless you are a connoisseur, how can ordinary people guess that these things are so expensive?At most two sighs: This fake is made just like the real thing!

If this is the case, I am afraid that Du Ziteng's impression of his mother in the first 18 years will be overturned.He hesitated and couldn't believe it, and tried to justify: "If my mother is really so rich, why does she still live in that crappy house?!"

"Yeah, because she's poor." Du Lixiang smiled proudly like a winner, without the slightest bit of anger that he would show when mentioning his mother in the past.The man stretched out his voice and showed off as shown: "If those things are not for sale, of course you are poor."

Du Ziteng had nothing to say, and Du Lixiang chased after the victory: "Do you think that woman looks like she has a job? She lives alone at home every day, but she hasn't starved to death. Why do you think this is? Du Ziteng, do you think your mother was raised by a man?" Do you want to keep it, or be kept by those antiques? It’s okay to choose one of the two, and it’s okay to choose both.”

Du Ziteng was speechless.He was silent for a long time, and then he spoke again, his voice was a little dry: "Mom is really not short of money?" Du Lixiang didn't bother to answer him, and asked instead: "What made you have the illusion that she is poor?"

It was his mother's bitter smile in his memory, the dilapidated hut, and her tragic death... After all, Du Ziteng hadn't seen his mother for a long time, and the excessive miss made him feel that his mother was a poor Cinderella.

Thinking about it now, does the bitter smile his mother once gave him contain other meanings?Did Du Lixiang really bring those unspeakable secrets to her?Is it only because of poverty that she left so bleakly?Du Ziteng's head was in chaos, or rather, the thoughts in his head made him so confused.

Does all this have anything to do with that Hou Yiding?Besides Hou Yiding, is anyone else involved?Du Ziteng felt that his thoughts were getting more and more terrifying: His mother really died of cancer?

No, no, how come, what am I thinking?Du Ziteng pressed his forehead and sighed, looking at the food in front of him, he just felt dull.He stood up and inadvertently kicked the table almost knocking over the food.Putting his hands into his trousers purse, he hunched over and said "I'm full" against Du Lixiang's scolding, and returned listlessly to the space behind the living room that was crossed by a curtain, which was considered his own territory.

I really don't know anything about my biological mother.Lie on his bed, Du Ziteng realized a reality irritably: he knew nothing about not only his mother, but also his father, almost a stranger.A person who doesn't know because they have been separated for too long, that's okay; but Du Lixiang is the person who gets along with him day and night, and he doesn't know much about him...

Where does Du Lixiang work?What time do you go to work every day?How much pay? ...Du Ziteng used to only know that Du Lixiang's money could support him, and he didn't care about the rest.Even if there was a quarrel, he would continue to spend Du Lixiang's money as a matter of course, thinking in his heart: At worst, he will make money and pay him back in the future, but now there is no chance...

Returning to this era inexplicably, what happened to the original era?Did he already bleed to death in that cold corner?Will Du Lixiang be sad?Will you cry for your son?At that time, his mother had already left, and he only had his father left, so why did he still rebel against Du Lixiang?

Du Ziteng thought like praying, Du Lixiang forbade him to have contact with his mother, is there really a reason why he would rather turn against him than tell it?

Du Ziteng shook his head, preventing himself from thinking about it.People seem to be like this, the more worried they are, the more they will think about scary places, and the more they think about it, the more worried they become.When Du Ziteng was a child, when he couldn't wait for his parents to come home for a long time, he couldn't help but worry about whether his parents were in trouble, whether they would be hit by a car or robbed, and he would breathe a sigh of relief when they came back. Next time they came back late He continued to scare himself with all kinds of ideas.

It can't go on like this.Du Ziteng got up from the bed, patted himself on the cheek, and made up his mind: no matter what, the preparations must start now.The first step of preparation, money, he needs money.If something really happened to his mother in the future, he could do his best so that he wouldn't have to watch helplessly.

Hou Yiding and his ilk must be watched. If necessary, go and discuss countermeasures with Liu Qi.But before that, the most useful way is to ask Du Lixiang.Du Ziteng sighed, and found that he still needed to persuade Du Lixiang slowly, which was another huge project.

As for how to make money?It seems that I can only find some acquaintances to work part-time.He never dared to do petty theft again, feeling the pain from the beating still lingered on his body.Sure enough, I should give up those bad habits before. If Du Ziteng is not prepared, he dare not be decadent anymore.

In this way, a detailed plan for the future is ready.Du Ziteng lay down with a sense of accomplishment, turned over on the bed, and felt that he had forgotten something.

"Du Ziteng!! You bastard fell asleep without doing your homework!! Get up and do your homework for me!!!"

Du Zi jumped up from the bed violently, Emma was so used to being idle in high school that she forgot that there was still this trouble now!After jumping, I jumped back, forgetting that the homework is too easy to write, so I will copy it tomorrow.

The author has something to say:

In other words, there is a big difference between high school and university. University does not necessarily have a rest on Saturday and Sunday, and does not necessarily have a rest from Monday to Friday... So except for Thursday, when I have to go to class all day, I can basically update the article every day (save manuscript) , most of the rest days are more free, and even give me an illusion that I can do three shifts... (really an illusion), so I have been talking about double shifts since Saturday, and it turns out... ...It's just that the day has changed