The beeping sound of the phone hanging up floated out from the receiver and fell into Liang Dong's ears. He looked at Brother An who was still holding the phone and asked puzzledly: "Brother An, where did your father ask you to go?"
What garden? Liang Dong jumped up: "Shangming Garden?!"
That must be it.
Although he had never been there, he had heard his elder sister mention it several times. Qi Zizhi, whom she had wanted to pursue, lived there.
The big shot of the Shen family lives in the same community as Qi Zizhi
Not likely.
Shangmingyuan is most likely the residence of one of his mistresses. So why did he ask Brother An to go there
Could it be that the little lover is also Brother An’s classmate
Is it possible that this bloody plot cannot be tolerated
Liang Dong thought about it in a mess for a while, but he couldn't figure it out: "What, brother An, your father's side..."
"You, don't worry about it." Shen Er'an lowered his eyes and stroked the computer case.
Liang Dong hesitated and said, "Brother An, did I do something wrong?"
Shen Er'an said nothing.
Liang Dong's face was hot and irritable. At that time, Brother An fell down the stairs, his face covered in blood, and he was holding his phone and looking through the call log to find the number. He found it and opened it, but he didn't dial it.
The note for the number is just one word.
-Shen.
When Liang Dong saw the word "Shen", the first person he thought of was the head of the Shen family.
Being a father carries a strong aura. Even if he is an incompetent father, he is still that role.
When the child is in pain, he looks for his father.
That was an instinctive emotion. Liang Dong understood it that way.
Liang Dong was filled with passion and he helped Brother An to dial the number.
Now Liang Dong felt that he had not figured out what Brother An was thinking. Brother An was injured and subconsciously wanted to call his father, but he hesitated and did not dial out, perhaps for other reasons.
Come to think of it, what was An Ge's father thinking? He asked him to come over in the middle of the night without telling him what happened, and even less asking about his injuries. It's true that there are no kind fathers in wealthy families.
Fortunately, his family is just a wealthy one, not a famous family, and they don't have so much wealth that would make people go crazy and kill each other.
Liang Dong came back to his senses and found that the person next to him was gone. He got up and chased after him: "Hey, Brother An, your head is still bleeding--"
Shen Er'an walked very fast.
Liang Dong panted and said, "I'll go to Shangming Garden with you."
Shen Er'an shook his head.
Liang Dong knew that his brother had made up his mind and would not change it. He gritted his teeth and said with a fatherly concern: "Then you should take care of the wound on your head."
"No, I'm in a hurry." Shen Er'an spoke word by word, took bigger steps, and started running.
The young man with a straight physique was running under the stars and the moon, against the wind, brushing past the shadows of the trees, his face full of the smell of blood and coldness, and his mind had no idea where else it was.
Liang Dong wiped his face. Brother An originally did not attend evening self-study classes and was a day student. Recently, he suddenly started to attend evening self-study classes. He attended the entire class just like the boarding students and was always the last one to leave the classroom.
There's no need for Brother An to work so hard to improve his grades and intelligence. He looks like he doesn't want to have any free time.
Liang Dong was constantly being indoctrinated by his father about the situation of the Shen family, the situation in Nancheng, and how close the Nanshen and Xiqi families were. In addition, his eldest sister had gone to cause trouble for Madam Shen Qi Shuang, so he even had the idea of becoming a monk and had no time to talk to his brother An.
But I didn't know that Brother An was so distracted tonight that he missed a step and fell down when he was going downstairs.
His head was broken and his face was bruised.
That was the second time Brother An was injured in the second half of this year. It was a bad year for him.
Is Brother An's fortune about to experience a major turnaround
Liang Dong swayed from one street light to the next, thinking that Brother An needed to buy insurance for his face.
"Grass… "
“Gosh, gosh, gosh!”
What's going on? What's going on? The teacher said that Jiaobai Xiaochaorou has taken sick leave and the date of returning to school is uncertain. He doesn't know anything else. Brother An is not right again, and the symptoms are extremely complicated.
One or two of them are not worry-free.
It’s the end of the year, and there’s always a sense of irritability before the storm.
Liang Dong took out his cell phone and called Xiao Chao Rou, but the phone was turned off. No matter when he called, he got the same message.
It's weird that you don't even play with your phone when you're on sick leave.
Maybe when I go to school tomorrow, the fried pork will be sitting in my seat. Liang Dong realized what he was thinking. He looked like he had eaten half a fly in his roujiamo. I'm really bored.
Humph, that guy is dirty, who knows what disease he has.
Shen Er'an took a taxi to Shangmingyuan, and the person who opened the door for him was his roommate whom he had been worried about these days.
"you… "
"What did you do?"
Shen Er'an's voice was intercepted, and what came to him was the cherry pit in Jiaobai's mouth.
The wild rice plant spat out the core in surprise.
Shen Er'an bent down, picked up the small cherry pit that was not completely eaten and stained with purple-red gravy, and held it in his hand. The hard and soft touch was embedded in his fingers.
In front of Jiaobai, half of Shen Er'an's face was scratched, covered with dust, swollen like a steamed bun, and there was blood in his hair. This miserable state made him confused: "Is someone bothering you again?"
Shen Er'an shook his head slightly: "No."
"I fell," he said.
Jiaobai was startled: "Why are you so careless?" What a handsome face, really.
Shen Er'an was face to face with Jiao Bai. When he lowered his head, he could see his black hair, harmless drooping eyes, and bloodless lips.
There were footsteps coming out of the house, and Shen Ji's tall figure appeared in the corridor, saying sternly: "Why are you blocking the door and talking if you don't come in?"
Jiao Bai didn't know what the old man was up to, so he mouthed to Shen Er'an, "You'll act according to my expression later."
Shen Er'an's breath was filled with the smell of medicine on his body.
He has lost a lot of weight, Shen Eran thought.
"Did you hear that?" Jiaobai let out a very small breath.
Shen Er'an looked at his serious and dark eyes and nodded blankly.
The mess in the living room had not been cleaned up. Lamps, sofas, bookcases, famous paintings, etc. were just spread out on the floor. The lights all bore witness to the brutal treatment they had suffered. Some were dead, some were disabled.
The culprit was sitting on a lounge chair on the balcony, his sharp gaze piercing through the smoke and falling on the two children standing side by side.
One is nineteen and the other seventeen, two years apart. Both are still in their youth and have not yet reached the first crossroads in their lives. They are too immature.
Initially he was their connecting point.
He was later kicked out.
They spared the vacant seat he left and became classmates, sitting in front and behind each other, roommates, and sharing hardships.
Very touching.
Shen Ji noticed that his son was looking at his puppy. He shook the cigarette between his fingers and took a puff. There seemed to be a storm gathering between his handsome eyebrows, but also there seemed to be no wind or waves.
After that, smoke slowly flowed out from his cold, thin lips, and his eyes moved towards his puppy.
Old Shen and Little Shen said nothing, and all four of them focused their eyes on the茭白.
Suddenly, Zizania latifolia smelled something called embarrassment.
It's so embarrassing.
This second was more awkward than the previous one, and it was getting more and more awkward. This kind of awkwardness was only felt when he was watching some kind of ridiculous comics...
Jiaobai covered his face and rolled his eyes. What was going on with the atmosphere of this fucking pony literature that was about to be staged
Are you crazy? Damn it!
"You guys chat about your own things." Jiaobai was originally going to take care of Shen Er'an, but now with the current atmosphere, why should he care
Slipped away. Slipped away.
But as Jiaobai took just one step, a cold wind blew towards him from behind.
"Stop." Shen Ji ordered.
Jiaobai was about to get angry, but then he thought about Shen Eran being here and couldn't scare the kid, so he held it in and said, "I have to pee urgently."
Shen Ji pointed to the empty space in front of him and said, "Come here and pee here."
Wild rice: “…”
You are cruel.
Jiaobai was so focused on being shocked by the old man's shamelessness that he didn't notice the emotional changes in Shen Er'an beside him.
Shen Er'an stood there with his eyes lowered, and no one saw the surprise and confusion in his eyes.
The relationship between Jiaobai and that person...
Shen Er'an frowned slightly, with worry in his eyes.
The silence in the living room was broken by the noise made by茭白. He couldn't stand any longer and wanted to find a place to sit down, but his slippers stepped on the postcard on the floor.
I don't know which of Shen Ji's lovers left that postcard. On the front is the gate of the school that Jiao Bai wants to apply for. That may also be the ideal university for the owner of the postcard.
Jiaobai wanted to look at the postcard, but he couldn't bend down because he was afraid of the pain.
A hand reached out and picked up the postcard for him.
Shen Er'an patted the tiny dried flowers on the postcard and handed it to Jiaobai.
Shen Ji took in the interaction between the two. He crossed his legs and leaned back into the recliner with his strong, broad back: "Shen Er'an."
The father called his son by his full name, his tone cold.
The son didn't look lonely or sad at all. It was obvious that he was used to this attitude, including the fact that the wounds on his head and face were ignored.
"Don't you want to know how your classmate is doing?" Shen Ji treated his incompetent subordinates. "He's right in front of you now, go ahead and ask."
Shen Eran was as quiet as a frame of animation.
"Why, you can make phone calls but can't talk?" Shen Ji scolded coldly.
Shen Er'an did not explain that it was Dongzi who made the call tonight. He said after a while, "My friend was injured because of me. I am worried."
Some part of these words touched the thorn in Shen Ji's heart. It didn't hurt, but it couldn't be ignored. His expression of being in control of everything changed a little: "Friend?"
The father sneered and said sarcastically: "You are an autistic stutterer. Apart from the Liang family's strong limbs and simple-minded little idiot, who else would be willing to establish diplomatic relations with you?"
Those words are so harsh.
Jiaobai suddenly became furious and slammed the collection cabinet that had fallen to the ground.
My ribs hurt and my attempt to show off failed.
Jiao Bai was supported by Shen Er'an and yelled at the old man on the balcony: "You called me here for no reason and humiliated me for no reason. Are you in menopause?"
Shen Ji's expression suddenly turned gloomy.
Shen Ji never considered his age. In another twenty or thirty years, he would still be a business giant in South City. However, he recently realized that his 40th birthday would be in three years.
He is now thirty-seven, a man's golden age. But in this little thing's mouth, it is menopause.
Moreover, Xiaowanyi is still standing up for others.
How can a vicious dog that is highly aggressive, has sharp teeth and has not been domesticated have any kindness
Shen Ji stood up from the recliner.
At that moment, the tense atmosphere in the living room reached a critical point. Something was about to explode.
Shen Er'an wanted to stand in front of Jiao Bai, but found that the man did not come over. He just looked at Jiao Bai with an extremely terrifying look and sat back.
That kind of retreat was a silent shock.
It's called indulgence.
It comes from a cold-blooded and heartless person who doesn't even care about his own son, regards human lives as ants, and can make things happen at will.
This person is a successful businessman. If he gives a little privilege, he will definitely get back tens of millions of times the profit.
Shen Er'an stared blankly at the茭白 beside him. He wanted to say something, but his throat was choked and he couldn't make a sound.
He has caught your rebelliousness so quickly, and he has already grasped the leash he was going to use to tie you up.
And now I am,
It really can't save you.
Shen Er'an has been anxious and suffering from insomnia since that night. The worst situation finally happened and he witnessed it with his own eyes.
Jiao Bai noticed Shen Er'an's gaze, and he lowered his voice and said, "Not every father is a father, some are fathers, just treat him as a fart."
Shen Eran was absent-minded.
Jiaobai narrowed his eyes. At this stage, Shen Er'an's heart was already very tough. He couldn't be defeated by a few words from his father who never treated him as a son.
Shen Er'an is quiet and introverted, but not fragile.
Jiaobai found that he could not see through Shen Eran. He could not figure out what the other party was sad about, so he directed his criticism at the man on the balcony.
"Boss Shen, Master Shen came here injured, and the wound on his head was not treated. Even if he did something wrong that made you unhappy, you can just say it. Why bother stabbing him with those unpleasant words?"
The honorific that came out of Jiaobai's mouth was very fake, and he was blatantly insincere and deliberately trying to disgust the old man.
Shen Ji suddenly understood how the old lady felt when she took the heart pill. He felt that he really needed to take one. He took out most of the cigarette from between his teeth and looked expressionlessly at the little patient who wanted to be a hero: "I'm teaching my son a lesson, do you have the right to speak?"
The corner of Jiaobai's eye twitched slightly, followed by his eyelids, facial muscles, shoulders, and then his entire body.
He is not having an epileptic seizure, he is holding it in!!!
Just now, when the old man got angry at him, Pikachu blew a ball of fire at him.
But the pink condom was still on it, holding it tightly.
so,
The fire was trapped inside the condom, burning itself into black skin.
Hahahaha! Jiaobai laughed wildly in his heart. This was not his childhood idol. This was a miniature of Shen Lao Huanggua.
No matter how angry Old Cucumber is, his desire to h him will not change.
Logically speaking, if the condom touches the flame, it will burn.
But it's not burned.
This shows that for its owner, he would rather be hurt by his own anger and burn himself than give up his desire.
Avatars materialize your friends’ inner world.
The purest or the most evil side truly unfolds and evolves in front of the茭白, with nowhere to hide.
Jiaobai found the fun of being a player, a bad taste. He glanced at Shen Eran who was ranked fourth, and this glance scared Jiaobai.
The Clam Mountain on Shen Er'an's avatar finally had some green color, but now it's gone.
It's snowing in the mountains.
It was snowing heavily, and the whole place was desolate and cold.
Jiaobai was stunned.
Shen Er'an's portrait exudes a sense of dejection and powerlessness.
——He is declining and withering, and is about to be buried by fate.
Jiaobai clenched the postcard tightly, his mind full of question marks. What was going on with Young Master Shen? He was the protagonist of this world and the other son of destiny besides Li Jue.
You haven’t graduated from high school, you’re not an adult, and your life hasn’t even started, so why have you lost confidence in the future
There was clearly no snow in the mountains just now. How come it happened so suddenly? What happened
Could it be that he was really hurt by his father
Shen Eran was immersed in his own world, and did not notice Jiao Bai's probing eyes, nor did he pay attention to his expression. Shen Eran was a man of his word, and this was the first time he did not keep his promise. He promised to act according to Jiao Bai's expression but did not do it, just because of an unexpected change that he could not handle.
Jiaobai was determined to figure out this bizarre scene, so he moved closer and closer to Shen Er'an.
"Bang!" The lighter was smashed on the TV cabinet and bounced into the pile of furniture. The sound echoed in the spacious living room.
Jiaobai ignored the crazy Old Shen. He looked at Little Shen who had just come out of his own world: What's wrong with you
Shen Er'an didn't say anything.
Jiaobai wanted to ask more questions, but Shen Ji strode over from the balcony and pulled him away from Shen Er'an.
"Go get the medicine box." Shen Ji said hoarsely.
Jiaobai was surprised. No way, this old guy had a change of heart and wanted to treat his own son's wound
"The wound on my face needs to be treated." Shen Ji said confidently, pressing against Jiao Bai's chest, "Why are you glaring at me? You should take responsibility for what you did."
Jiaobai: “…” They are just two scratches, do they need to be specifically mentioned
He rolled his eyes again, and the snow on Razor Mountain was even thicker.
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