"Actually you are not your father's child."
One day, he asked the child to go to the cafe and handed the birth certificate to the child.
The child blinked and didn't seem to understand.
He smiled slightly, the viciousness from the corners of his mouth gurgled out like venom, and slowly injected into the child’s innocent eyes: "You are not your father’s child. This is a birth certificate. If you don’t believe it, you can hold this. Ask your mother."
With that, he pushed the file to the child again.
The child did not seem to understand, seemed to understand again, staring at the document in front of him, for a long time, opened it, dumbfounded, the child is a junior high school student, already has enough reading ability, can read the words, and can definitely understand , Then, then...
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and watched the next scene with a smile—maybe he didn't admit it himself, this was the perfect home, the only person he could bully.
But somehow it's part of him, isn't it? Although it was not his own, it was in his name. After all, who asked this child to name him and say he was a dog.
At this time, the child was looking through the document with difficulty, and his face didn’t seem to have changed. After a long time, I don’t know how long, the child put down the document, and the sun came in from the outside, reflecting the child’s transparent face, and there was a kind of stagnant water. stiff.
"You are not your father's child."
He was a little dissatisfied because he didn't appreciate the expected heartbreak, and he muttered again.
"Oh."
When he was still young, the child's expression finally began to shatter. It looked like a person was about to collapse, like a mountain collapsed, like a rising tide, like a car out of control, everything is ruined, collapsed—
"Wow-"
The child burst into tears, tears through the quiet afternoon, heartbroken in the pleasure of his free revenge.
"Okay, don't cry, an uncle loves you."
He stretched out his hand like a devil’s claws, gently stroking the child’s shoulders, with a hypnotic sound, gently blowing in the child’s ear: "Now, even without your father, you still have me, don’t you? ? I will help you win... all the status and property you deserve."
When the child heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes, looked at him tearfully, opened his mouth, and said, "What?"
"Family affection is not important, and blood is not important."
He tapped the coffee table with his fingers and uttered a few words gently; "Remember, status is the most important thing."
Hearing this, the child seemed to have an epiphany, wiped his face with his sleeve, and the tears disappeared, but he was still small, still sobbing, as if to commemorate some loss, he smoked a cigarette and spit out a cloud of smoke. Together with this loss, I swallowed it together.
He knows what the child has lost, but this is also very good, because that kind of thing, he also lost.
Fair enough, he thought.
Since that day, the child has taken refuge in him tacitly. From his mouth, the child also knows who his father is, how many women there are, and how many half-brothers and sisters he has.
"No wonder my father is so cold at the party."
After learning all this, the child felt so emotional at him. He laughed and flicked the ashes with his cigarette: "But you can fight for favor."
"Competing for favor?"
The child's eyes lit up, and the green pheasant's face showed a bit of eagerness: "If I fight for favor, can I get a lot?"
"Yes, a lot, maybe it's inheritance rights." He suddenly stretched out his finger, pointed at himself and said: "Others can't help it, but you have me."
The child couldn't help smiling, and blinked and asked, "Will you help me?"
"Yes." He laughed deeper and tapped the table with his fingers: "I will help you, and I will help you get the position of heir."
The child also laughed, and there was a bit of undue worldliness on the innocent face that day, he turned his head and thought for a while, and asked, "Then what should I do?"
"Oh, you have to be good first before your father will pay attention, you know? Child."
He smiled slightly, looked at the child's eager face, snapped his fingers and said: "This semester might as well take the top three, and then wait for the year-end party, you can show off in front of your father."
"it is good."
The child seemed to know his mission, or the existence of those brothers gave him a sense of crisis, his small face was strained, his fists were clenched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will work hard."
Then, at the end of the year, the child passed the top three exams. When the results came back, even Li Fang was pleasantly surprised. He shouted to celebrate for the child, and asked the child where he wanted to go. The child looked at him proudly. , He also smiled, staring at the scores in the examination paper, although it was planned, but looking at such joy, he actually felt like a father in his heart.
Similar, similar, but this similar is also fatal, so that some of his plans for revenge have not produced splashes for many years, and some have only companionship. They are perfect and busy, and they have found many "green leaves". , So I don’t need to bother him anymore, while Li Fang is busy fooling around with the little fresh meats, and has no time to care for him. There is only this child. This child who was originally the object of revenge has turned into his dark life Here, the only light, although not so strong, made his heart soft for no reason.
Sometimes, tightly so a little bit soft, you can survive many ruthless years.
Unfortunately, one day, such softness was destroyed by fate.
"Now, I'm pregnant again." One day, Li Fang suddenly said to him.
He was startled and blinked. The relationship between their lovers has long been aging, and they have not been intimate for many years, so the child will not be his. As for whether he is perfect or not, according to his experience as a professional lawyer, it is also It shouldn't be perfect. Whose is it? Which little fresh meat
He can't remember. In these years, the child has become his armor to avoid injury, so that he hasn't paid attention to Li Fang's fresh meat.
"Hey... what are you going to do?" Li Fang leaned on the sofa lazily, stroking his stomach, looking at him questioningly.
He stood there blankly for a while, then suddenly took a step backwards, sat down on the opposite sofa, and smiled bitterly: "What should I do? Shouldn't you ask me about this? This kid is not mine either... It doesn't seem to be his. ?"
"But I asked you." Li Fang suddenly became arrogant, raised his eyebrows, his face was proud.
"Oh… "
Such an attitude hurts his self-esteem. Over the years, because he is a supplier and a child's nanny, Li Fang has always treated him a little bit of color, but now, that kind of disdain in his bones is coming out again. Coming, it made him very uncomfortable, so he said with a deep face: "I am not your nanny, Afang." After speaking, he paused and seemed to touch his heart, and raised his voice again: "I am not you The nanny of the family."
Speaking of nanny, isn't it? He has been a perfect green leaf for more than 20 years, and he has been the caretaker of Li Fang and her children. What is it if he is not a nanny
"Oh?"
Probably after pregnancy, his temper became better. Li Fang raised his eyebrows, stood up, turned to the cabinet and picked up a lady’s cigarette, blew a mouthful, turned around and stared at him—the sun enveloped her waist, even though she was pregnant. , But because he didn't show her bosom, that figure was still slender and seductive. Leaning on the table so slantingly made her look more charming and charming.
After a long time without doing it, he suddenly felt angry in his abdomen, swallowed dry saliva, and his tone softened and said: "Then what do you want? I will find someone to have a baby? Or how to give birth?"
"What do you mean." She rolled her eyes and waved her hand: "Of course I don't want it, but now Xiaogang is also neat. Before, I heard people around him say that Xiaogang's grades are good. , He is determined to train him, so..." She let out a smoke ring: "I decided to give birth to this child."
"Why?" he wondered.
"Competitive." She grinned and said proudly; "My children, all of them are talented."
"Oh."
Seeing her invincible eyes, the fire in his belly suddenly went out again, what a terrible thing the years are, he sighed with emotion. When she first saw her, she was wearing a goose-yellow pajamas. Holding hands together, there are a pair of light blue slippers under my feet, with half-long hair, lightly sprayed with powder, bathed in sunlight, so gentle and beautiful, but now, that gentleness has finally turned into coquettish, although even more seductive Human, but the years of indulgence career made her show a sullen and hideous look all over her body, making people not want to take another look.
"How?" She was asking, seeming to see his dodge, and her tone was somewhat unhappy.
"Okay, you want to give birth, I'll help you." His tone suddenly became calmer, or rather, calmer.
Perhaps this calm angered her. She suddenly left her cigarette butt in front of him with disdain, and said nonsense: "Don't be in front of him, don't forget, you are just a dog in our family."
"You are just a dog in our family."
Hearing this, he looked down at the cigarette butt. The cigarette butt had not been completely extinguished. He was lying half-dead on the carpet, struggling to breathe. He stretched out his foot and stepped on everything...
Ten months later, the child was born. He was a very cute child. Hearing about it perfectly, Tete condescended to take a look at the child at the hospital and left a sentence: "It looks pretty good." Then he turned and left. Li Fang was accustomed to his indifference, and didn't say anything. After seeing him gone, he called the eldest son and asked Xiaogang to take a look at his newborn brother.
Unexpectedly, Xiaogang refused.
"Why didn't you come?" Li Fang frowned.
"Oh, because homework is very busy." Xiao Gang hesitated.
"Whatever you want." Li Fang felt that this son was unreasonable, but he didn't care because of his face, so he hung up the phone "Pata".