"I know you don't want to recognize me. Your mother and I had a complete misunderstanding at the beginning. I went to her later, but she has been unwilling to see me."
I said with sarcasm: "I don't understand what Mr. Qin means. You are my cheap father who cheated on marriage. I think Mr. Qin is very handsome, and he doesn't look like a gentle scum." I didn't even plan to have a good talk with him, even if I didn't get mad at him, I would hate him to death. The more angry he was, the happier I would be. Only when my mother died would I have the face to go back to pay respects.
Qin Fu's face changed suddenly: "I said it, it was a misunderstanding. There is a lot of inside information about your mother and I, and it's not for you to judge."
"Are you pretending to be an elder like me?" I looked at him amusedly, "Are you a little thick-skinned? I really don't care about inside information or not. As long as you don't appear in front of me and disgust me, it's fine for a day. I want to be my father after being raised, why do you think it is so beautiful? Don't always refresh my shameless offline."
Qin Fu slapped the table angrily, and his originally elegant expression instantly turned ferocious: "Is there anyone who talks to your father like this? How did your mother teach you?"
"It's because I don't have a father to teach me, but Mr. Qin doesn't look like a well-educated man. Who do you think you are? It's really ugly to slap the table with my teeth grinning." My heart was beating in anger. Well, what I can't bear the most is when people talk about my mother, but I know I have to hold back, and I can hold back more than he does.
No wonder Mr. Qin looks down on his eldest son, he reveals his true colors in a few words, he is not enough in means, scheming, and ability, but he is still very ambitious. If the Qin family really falls into the hands of this person, it will not be long before it will be destroyed. .
Probably because he hadn't been so embarrassed by the junior, Qin Fu trembled angrily and pointed at me: "You you you..."
"Although I don't have a father, I also know that it's rude to point at people like that, and I don't know how your mother taught you." I responded with an eye for an eye.
Qin Fu was so angry that he waved his cane and hit him: "I'll teach you how to behave."
I dodged and dodged, looking at him with dark eyes: "Fight, you can also call the two bodyguards outside, it is best to beat me to death, or I will call the police when I go out of this door. Many people want to see your excitement, and I don't mind rectifying my mother's name at this time, and tell me how you, a scum, cheated you into getting married."
Qin Fu covered his chest with his hands in anger, and the veins on his face burst out. I thought that I would not die of anger at you, so please take it easy on yourself. Is it so easy to be a cheap father? Or just ignore it from the beginning, and want to pick up a ready-made filial son halfway, how can there be such a good thing in the world.
Qin Fu slapped a few pieces of paper on the table, "Take a good look for me to see if I am your father."
I looked at the dna comparison on the paper, and I didn't know how he did it. He still didn't give up after talking about it. He really didn't even want face for the money.
I hugged my chest and looked at him calmly: "I don't think you understand that things like father are not based on a piece of paper. I don't want to admit it in my heart. It's useless to say anything. It's worse than a disgusting bedbug, so this thing can only make me sick of you."
"You...you don't plan for your future. Even if you are in a company like t.r., you are just a part-time worker. If I don't want you to have a good time, do you think you can stay?"
I believed what I said before, but Qin Fu, who is almost empty, has no ability to intervene in the affairs of a foreign company like t r. Besides, I am not afraid. It is not that I cannot go to a better company. Even if I don’t work, I will You can still speculate in stocks, so you won’t starve to death.
But these two father and son are really similar, they both threatened me with the same words, it's disgusting to make people sick.
"If you can really intervene in T.R's affairs, it's your ability. I'm afraid that I will be fine by then, and I will look down on you even more."
This time Qin Fu was not as angry as before, and said with a sneer, "I don't believe that you, a boy who just left school, are not afraid of anything. Let's wait and see, and I'll wait for the day you beg me."
After Qin Fu left, I sat in the tea room, lost in thought. The so-called skinny camel is bigger than a horse, Qin Fu would not be able to touch a foreign company like t·r, but a small company like Wen Yang, who has just started, is not a problem. Thinking of this, I changed I got a little uneasy.
Although Qin Fu is stupid, he is also extremely selfish. This person has no lower limit, and he can really do anything.
"Why have you been out of your mind all day?" Wen Yang adjusted the sofa in the living room and asked me back.
In the end, Wen Yang and I rented a three-bedroom house, except for the two bedrooms, I converted the smallest one into a study room for Wen Yang's office use.
I shook my head and changed the topic: "I just graduated, I miss Guo Zi and Dayu a bit."
Wen Yang leaned against the edge of the sofa, took a deep look at me, and said with a smile, "You are frowning because of this? Do you want to cry to relieve the depression in your heart?"
I was stunned for a moment, thinking of the smoldering look that the Mongolian doctor said before, knowing that he was teasing me, I was angry and funny, but I am not so easy to bully.
I turned my mind, looked at the pot of residual flowers left by the landlord on the window sill with only dead stems, and sighed: "The so-called life is so fragile, and life is so fragile. I feel like this residual flower." Similarly, without the nourishment of nutrients, it becomes lifeless, and all the efforts are just a dying struggle."
Wen Yang twitched the corner of his mouth: "..."
I smiled sadly at Wen Yang, and then... threw myself on the sofa, making a sad look, "It's different, everything is different, the beautiful school girl is gone, and I can't listen to the cross-talk. Go to the library and wander in the ocean of books, and even the banyan tree on the playground will no longer appear in my life." As I said this, I beat the sofa and said sadly, "What is the meaning of this life? , I don’t want to live anymore, I’ll just die.”
Wen Yang sat on the sofa across from him, flipped through the magazine slowly, and waited until I was finished before saying, "What do you want?"
I continued to beat the sofa, and said sadly: "No one told me a joke, what kind of day is this, why is my life so bad!"
Wen Yang smiled but said nothing, and continued flipping through the magazine, as steady as Mount Tai.
I kept looking at him from the corner of my eye, and seeing him standing still, I continued to say: "It's fine if there are no jokes, and it's fine if someone sings to me. No one can be more miserable than me."
Wen Yang laughed and said, "What song?"
There is a door, I was overjoyed, buried my face in the sofa, smiled and said: "Little Apple, I want to listen to Little Apple."
"another."
I was furious: "No, I want this, I want to listen to this."
Wen Yang wasn't used to my fault at all, he crossed his long legs as if he hadn't heard of it, and he didn't blink his eyes when he read magazines.
I hurriedly changed my words: "Poetry recitation, read me a poem, you can do whatever you want!"
There was no movement on the other side for a long time, and I wailed loudly: "I can't even satisfy this wish, why is my life so hard, life is meaningless, I just die."
After a while, the other party sighed and said, "What do you want to hear?"
I was so happy that I didn't dare to tease him any more, and said with a sneer, "Xi Murong's a flowering tree, I want to hear this."
Wen Yang sat next to me, smiled and knocked on my head with a magazine: "Go get the book, you think I can recite it."
I jumped off the sofa in a "bass", and went to the study room to find a collection of poems among the pile of unorganized books, and handed the pages to Wen Yang.
—
how to make you meet me
in my most beautiful moment
for this...
I have prayed to the Buddha for five hundred years
begging it to let us form a relationship
Buddha then turned me into a tree
grow by the road you must pass
…
I buried my head in the sofa, smiling like a fool, I told myself, enough is enough, no matter how much suffering I will suffer in my future life, I can only move forward alone, as long as I think of today, I will not regret it.
…
in the sun
bloom carefully
Blossoms are my longing from the previous life
when you approach
please listen carefully
the trembling leaf
is my passion for waiting
And when you finally walk by ignoring
landed behind you
Oh my friend
that's not petals
that is my withered heart
…
The window was half open, against the light, Wen Yang's lips curled slightly, light and warm, like a warm morning sun. The straight long legs are slightly staggered, and the gentle and magnetic voice is like an ancient Hong bell, every word and every sentence is deeply struck into the heart.
It is so warm that the thoughts are stretched out, and the room is warm and quiet.
The phone rang suddenly, Wen Yang put the book on the coffee table, picked up the phone and went to the balcony.
I sat up from the sofa, and I knew without looking that my face must have been steamed, and it was steaming. I picked up the book and fanned it, saying that my feet were deep in mud, and then give me I can't escape for a few lifetimes.
I ran to the study room to pack my things in two steps. I was in a good mood, as if I had grown wings and kept flying in the sky. I hummed the little apple in my mouth happily, "... I can't love you too much, your little red face warms me My heart, the fire that lights my life... fire fire fire... oh..."
A chuckle came from behind.
I straightened my back and turned around blankly, only to see Wen Yang casually leaning on the door frame and smiling at me.
"Singing well." He commented.
I don't show it on the face, but I have a heart that hits the wall... I remember that when I sang "Fire" just now, I actually picked up the high note.