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After returning to reality, all the restraints imposed on them by the level were invalidated, and Hua Zhai also completely recovered his memory.

Lin Ziyu finally understood the relationship between Hua Zhai and Professor Yi.

It's true that Hua Zhai and Professor Yi are father and son, but the relationship between the two is not compatible, basically they are in a state of looking at each other and hating each other, the cause is Hua Zhai's mother.

When Hua Zhai was still young, Hua Zhai's mother went to prison for economic crimes, but died of illness before being released after serving her sentence...

And the original informant was Professor Yi.

Hua Zhai, who is still young, can't understand, and doesn't want to understand.

Since then, the relationship between father and son has dropped to a freezing point. At first, Professor Yi probably wanted to have a good life and raise an only son, but Hua Zhai didn't buy it. Offline death trip.

When talking about these past events, Hua Zhai himself still had a casual look, as if he was talking about a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Although the tone was cold, but since he can remember these old events clearly, it is not difficult to see that he has never let go of them.

"I've thought about committing a crime, to see if Professor Yi will continue to kill relatives righteously." Hua Zhai said nothing, and fished out the Lin Zi prison in his arms, and fed a grain of grapes to it. "But it's not worth it if you think about it."

There is no need to spend a few years of my youth just to test Professor Yi's choice.

Lin Ziyu was suddenly stuffed with grapes, he was a little confused, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, "I don't eat on the bed..."

The Kung Fu grapes that said this sentence had already sweetened in his mouth, and the taste was excellent, so Lin Ziyu just pretended nothing happened.

Swallowing the grapes, Lin Ziyu was curious: "Where did you find the grapes?"

Hua Zhai gave way, and Lin Zijuan looked over his shoulder and saw that there was a fruit basket and a water glass on the bedside table, and he didn't know when Hua Zhai put it there.

When he looked away, Lin Ziju inevitably saw the marks on Hua Zhai's back.

Hua Zhai felt the pause in Lin Ziyu's gaze, he smiled ambiguously, grabbed Lin Ziyu's finger, rubbed it gently on the fingertips, and said meaningfully: "Nails are not long..."

Lin Ziyu: "..."

After this interruption, Lin Ziyu finally realized that he spent a long time in bed today, and just as this idea came to his mind, his body has already rolled over and got out of bed neatly.

It's past three o'clock in the afternoon, and there's no point in going to the company anymore. Lin Ziqian is going to the study to read some documents.

Hua Zhai sat on the bed and watched Lin Ziyu rummaging through his clothes.

Putting on his home clothes, Lin Zijuan buttoned up his buttons, leaned down and kissed Hua Zhai's lips, "Sleep, I'll call you again at meal time."

Hua Zhai raised his head and kissed back, "Yes."

Lin Zijuan watched Hua Zhai lie down before leaving, and gently closed the door.

After going out, Lin Zijuan didn't rush to the study immediately, he stood at the door for a few seconds before leaving.

Although Hua Zhai told Lin Ziyu about their father and son's grievances in detail, and did not hide his immature hatred for Professor Yi in the past, Hua Zhai suppressed his current thoughts about Professor Yi.

He didn't say whether he hated it now or not, nor did he say what he planned for the future.

Of course, Lin Ziqian didn't mean to force Hua Zhai to shake everything in his heart. He saw that Hua Zhai was making jokes, so he took advantage of the opportunity to give Hua Zhai some space to be alone.

He hurriedly dealt with a bunch of official business in the study, and only when the alarm clock rang, Lin Zijuan suddenly raised his head... Once he was doing something, he habitually concentrated on it. If he hadn't set the alarm clock in advance, it would be no problem for him to sit in the study all night.

Lin Zijuan picked up his phone and began to look through the takeout.

Mr. Lin, who manages a lot of things every day, of course doesn't know how to cook. He used to have a regular housekeeper at home, but now Huazhai often goes in and out, and the existence of the housekeeper will interfere with the two people's space to some extent.

In this way, the space between the two of them is spacious, but it is a bit of a headache to deal with daily necessities. Fortunately, Boss Lin is rich enough, so it is not difficult to solve these trivial matters.

After choosing the takeaway, Lin Ziqian finished his work and was going to wake Huazhai, but when he left the study, he heard noises in the kitchen.

Follow the sound and walk over to take a look - Hua Zhai himself is messing around in the kitchen.

Hua Zhai turned around when he heard footsteps, and greeted Lin Ziyu with a spoon, "Come and taste the saltiness."

Lin Ziju walked over and took a sip from Hua Zhai's hand, "Soup?"

"Well, there's nothing in the refrigerator, I can only make a soup," Hua Zhai waited for Lin Ziju's feedback, "How does it taste?"

"Very good." Lin Zijuan quickly praised.

"Tomorrow we'll go out to buy some food..." Hua Zhai made a plan.

Lin Ziyu said euphemistically, "I don't know how to cook."

Hua Zhai smiled, "Yes, I will do it."

"Then I'll do the dishes."

The domineering president of the new era is very conscious of division of labor.

Hua Zhai put down the spoon in his hand, "No, I want you to stay with me."

Lin Ziyu: "...OK."

·

The two had soup for dinner. The takeaway was not cheap, and the taste was naturally good, but compared with Huazhai's simple bowl of soup, it still seemed a bit boring.

Home-cooked food is really rare for Lin Ziyu, and when he thinks about it carefully, what he lacks is not home-cooked food, what he lacks is a sense of daily life.

Lin Zijuan began to plan in his heart to lighten his burden. Life is too short to give him another chance. If something is missed, it is missed.

Lin Ziyu didn't want to be left with only regrets in his seventies and eighties.

Just as he was thinking, the person next to him interrupted his train of thought softly: "Why are you distracted?"

Lin Ziyu glanced at Hua Zhai, said "nothing" first, thought for a while and ordered a dish, "I will eat fish tomorrow."

"Okay." Naturally, Hua Zhai would not object, and agreed without hesitation.

Lin Ziyu continued to drink the soup. After two sips, he realized that Hua Zhai's eyes were still on him. He put down the bowl and looked back suspiciously.

Hua Zhai: "It makes me happy to see you eating."

Lin Ziyu: "Huh?"

Hua Zhai: "Looking at me, I feel that the world is so beautiful."

Lin Ziyu: "..."

Whenever Hua Zhai started talking nonsense, Lin Ziyu had nothing to say.

Reluctant to helpless, Lin Zijuan almost understands Hua Zhai's feelings - in the past, in the checkpoints, life and death were hanging by a thread, and he had to keep moving forward if he didn't want to leave inexplicably. , alert all the time.

Now that I have left completely, I have lost that sense of tension, and I am hanging out leisurely with Hua Zhai again, and the pace of Lin Zi Prison's meals has also slowed down, so I can enjoy this worldly fireworks instead of simply eating to satisfy my hunger.

After Lin Ziyu had finished drinking the soup, just as he put down the bowl, Hua Zhai suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Lin Ziyu: "?"

Hua Zhai studied it seriously for a while: "I'm thin, I need to make up for it."

Lin Ziyu nodded calmly, but Hua Zhai still didn't intend to let go. The touch of the wrist bone was very clear on the fingertips, and he didn't want to let go of it.

After a moment of relative silence, Hua Zhai suddenly said without beginning or end: "I don't want to think about what he did right, and I don't want to see him again. There is no need to reconcile in this life."

From Hua Zhai's point of view, Professor Yi's behavior is indeed difficult to judge right from wrong, and the father and son have been cold-faced for many years, and neither of them is willing to bow their heads. It is useless to let Hua Zhai forcefully compromise. This is not someone A problem that can be solved by showing weakness.

There is no way to make up for what was missed. The pain and sorrow of Hua Zhai in those years will not be weakened automatically because he grows up. Every word and deed are engraved in his flesh and blood, and it is difficult to get rid of.

"In the future, if he gets old and sick, I won't ignore him, but it can only go to this point," Hua Zhai added, shaking Lin Ziqian's wrist, "I'm homeless. We can only rely on Mr. Lin."

Lin Zijuan took Hua Zhai's hand back, pulled him closer and kissed the back of his hand, "I'll give you a home."

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[Qi Hunren’s extra episode, it’s abusive, don’t watch it]

It’s raining tonight, and the Qihun man is preparing to close his stall—his fruit stall was “inherited” from his mother. It’s a small storefront in a village in the city. There are people he knows in the front, back, left, and right. The business is not good. Bad, it can only be regarded as barely maintained.

He moved his things swiftly, and he was thinking about the way out in the future at the same time. Selling fruit all the time is not a problem. He has to find another way out while he is young. It's just that he needs education without education, strength and strength, so he can't do anything. , it can be said that it is very tangled.

He packed the goods and was about to close the parasol when a figure suddenly came out from the rain and slowly approached the dim light.

Qihun was taken aback.

The person who came was also a little surprised, and paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth, "The boss closed the stall?"

Isn't this obvious, the Qihun man complained in his heart, but he didn't rush for a few minutes, and said: "Buy fruit? What do you want?"

This question seemed to embarrass the other party, he hesitated for a while before speaking: "Banana..."

"Yes," the Qihun people responded, and opened a box, "You pick it yourself."

"Can I just buy one?"

Qihun people: "..."

He has seen this kind of request a lot. The children in the neighborhood often come here to buy only one or two fruits, and the Qihun people will not ignore it. It’s just that the rain is not small tonight, and this person braved the rain to kill him. Just to buy a banana...?

The world is so bewildering.

After thinking about it, the Qihun people still quickly weighed a banana for the other party.

The moment he handed over the banana, the people of Qihun realized another problem—the other party didn't even have an umbrella.He was drenched all the way just now, his whole body was already wet, and he was still protecting a schoolbag in his arms. It was not difficult to see that his face had turned blue by the light.

After a few seconds of silence, Qihun took out his umbrella, "I have a spare umbrella, let me borrow it from you first."

The man was about to leave, but he was surprised when he heard such a sentence, and he didn't know whether to answer it or not.

"It's okay, take it," Qi Hunren stuffed the umbrella over, "I know you are the son of Lao Ou's family, and you are still in high school. If you get wet, you can't afford to delay. Just remember to bring the umbrella here tomorrow."

Having no choice but to send people away, the Qihun people looked at the rain curtain and fell into deep thought.

In fact, he only has one umbrella, so it's hard to carry the parasol back, it's too big!

·

On the second day, Ou Nan came to change the umbrella as promised. He probably felt sorry and looked around, intending to buy some fruit to express his gratitude, but he didn't have a lot of money in his pocket, and his options were really limited.

Qihun people have been struggling in the society for a few years, and Ou Nan's thoughts are almost transparent. He thought for a while, and took out a box of cherries, "My cherries are going to be broken soon." , It’s not easy to sell if it’s put on display, so you’re here, take a box back.”

Of course, Ou Nan refused to accept it. The two went back and forth several times. In the end, Ou Nan paid ten yuan for a box of cherries to go back. He was still confused on the road.

The Qihun people casually threw ten yuan bills into the coin box, put on their handbags and started cutting pineapples.

Qi Hun lived and grew up here, and the people nearby all know about it, of course they know about Ou Nan, especially this one is a famous person.

Ou Nan's grades are very good. It is said that he has a bright future. He was a child of someone else's family since he was a child. Now that the college entrance examination is approaching, every family pays special attention to this golden phoenix from the slum.

Even fruit sellers like the Qihun people, who dropped out of school early, knew about Ou Nan's achievements - there was no way, the front and back of the house were gathered together, and the news spread extremely fast.

Afterwards, Ou Nan occasionally came over to buy some fruit, not too much each time, and gradually he lost the sense of embarrassment he felt the first time, and he was able to have a brief chat with the Qihun people...but the two of them just met by chance Passing by, there is no further connection.

Later, Ou Nan performed very well in the college entrance examination, went to a good university, was busy with his studies and the future, and rarely passed by the humble fruit stand of Qihunren.

A few days before the Chinese New Year of a certain year, Ou Nan hurried out to buy new year's goods, bought a lot of fruit from the Qihun people, and told the Qihun people cheerfully that he won the National Award last year, which was a lot of money, and he is still with him. The seniors work part-time together, can earn a lot, and don't have to worry about spending money in a short period of time... According to his grades, there is no problem with the graduate school, and everything goes smoothly.

When he said these words, Ou Nan was in high spirits, and his shabby clothes couldn't stop his vigor.

The Qihun people were sincerely happy for Ou Nan, so he stuffed some more fruit and threw in a lucky charm, "It's a good sign for the New Year."

The Qihun people said so.

In fact, he went to the temple to ask for the peace talisman step by step. He didn't think about anyone when he asked for it, and it was useless after he got it back. When he saw Ou Nan, he couldn't help but give it out.

I really hope that such a beautiful appearance can last for a long time without setbacks.

·

Next to the fruit stand was an old man who repaired bicycles. People from Qihun stayed at the stall every day and chatted with the old man. He listened to the old man repeatedly bragging about his glorious past. He heard it so many times that people from Qihun could almost tell the truth about it. The past is recited.

Occasionally, when he was free, Qihun continued to think about his way out, but after much deliberation, there was no result, so he dragged on like this day by day.

One day he closed the stall as usual, and when he returned home, his mother sent him a message with an inscrutable expression on her face - the only seedling in the old Ou's family had a car accident!

The owner of the car was hit and run, but he hasn't been caught yet, but now that there are so many cameras on the road, it will be a matter of time before he catches him. The point is that Ou Nan's injury is very serious. Although he saved his life, his legs are lost.

Can only be amputated.

·

Later, Qihunren went to the hospital with his mother for a visit. When they met each other, Qihunren almost couldn't recognize Onan.

The various situations in life are not enough to be summed up by the word "miserable", but apart from this word, there seems to be nothing that can be singled out.

Onan's parents were devastated and looked at least ten years older.These days, there were a lot of people coming and going to see them, and the two of them were very familiar with how to deal with it. They politely greeted the Qihun mother and son to sit down, and told about Ou Nan's physical condition and the situation of the perpetrator without asking too many questions.

The perpetrator was caught, and the compensation was already in place, but Ou Nan's leg could never go back.

The Qihun people took a sneak peek in the direction of Ou Nan, and saw that he lowered his head and half closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear what the people around him were saying.