The new sun shines on a certain street in Dongcheng District on a new day, and the air is filled with a light and refreshing atmosphere. There are only remaining water pools on the road which symbolizes the heavy rain last night. The waterwheel on the road drove past, breaking everything into pieces and returning to order again.
A bloated, fat young man walked slowly down this road, slightly giving way to the waterwheel that had just passed by, and the sun shone on his fleshy face, looking extremely gratifying.
But his complexion was very bad, as if countless thoughts were pressing on his heart, he sighed and looked at a villa in front of him.
He is very familiar with this road. The villa was also his former home, but he stayed in the newspaper for too long. He has not returned here for more than half a year, his home.
It seems that the house in the newspaper is his real home.
In the newspaper room, he cried, screamed, gave up, was decadent and revived, and believed in hope.
Most of the time he was away from home, he wandered between death and rebirth, but after rebirth, he was waiting for death to approach.
After experiencing life and death, calculations between people, and the fear of evil spirits, this lovely otaku named Cheng Guoguo has become more like a man. He once didn't understand many things, but now he understands.
To survive, you need three things: wisdom, courage and cheeky.
He is wise, but not as strong as Yan Yan and Xu Lang. He has courage but not as good as Wuming and Wu Cheng, but he has the same cheeky as He Xiao.
Guoguo's way of life is not hypocritical politeness and appealing to people, but a higher level of disguise. He has created an optimistic pistachio image.
Let everyone who enters the newspaper be not hostile to it, and his not low intelligence also gains more presence in the mission.
The most feared thing about newspaper missions is that you have no sense of existence, and the result will only be ruthlessly abandoned by others.
Cheng Guoguo understands this, and successfully established his personality, becoming a prominent role in the newspaper. Although his first impression is not a representative of high wisdom, he is the most popular executor!
He succeeded, with the help of the outside team, coupled with his own good wisdom, he lived three dangerous and terrible missions, and this was his fourth mission, and it was also a difficult level he had never heard of.
Cheng Guoguo had a deep and deep premonition that if he didn't see his parents again before the end of this mission, I'm afraid there would be no chance again.
But since the start of the mission, he has not been able to contact his parents.
The father, who had always been conflicted, never answered his call after experiencing that quarrel. As for his mother, who always loved him, there was no news.
Cheng Guoguo is now 21 years old, but looks like Xu Lang, who is six years older than him. This is due to the newspaper experience that lasted for more than half a year. His body has long been overwhelmed and his mental state has become worse. It's getting worse.
He just passed his 21st birthday in the newspaper office. It was spent with John playing games and eating pizza. At that time, his parents hadn't made a phone call, and he was close to losing contact. One month's time.
Cheng Guoguo looked at the sky in front of him. He didn't know what was going on in this world. Why did he even drift away from his closest relatives
He risked his life and death, regardless of the progress of the task, just want to come to see his parents, as long as they ensure their safety, he can plunge into the task without hesitation, regardless of life or death!
He took a deep breath and walked this familiar road towards home, getting closer and closer.
This road is not difficult, but he hasn't been here for a long time. What he fears is that he can go home today, and tomorrow there will be no such person as Cheng Guoguo in the world, and his father and mother will no longer be able to find him.
But that kind of strong ominous premonition drove him back to this old path...
Di Dong Di Dong
Cheng Guoguo no longer has the key to the house, because the last time he quarreled with his father, his father did a great job, changed the door lock, and no longer recognized him as his son.
But for a long time, no one came to open the door. This made Cheng Guoguo's expression even more urgent. He couldn't reach the phone. If he couldn't even open the door, he really didn't know what to do.
Anxious Cheng Guoguo began to slam the door with his fists, and a muffled noise came.
It wasn't until he had knocked for about five minutes that the heavy door was finally opened from the inside, and an old man wearing a long coat and white beard appeared at the door.
When the old man saw Cheng Guoguo at the door, a burst of joy appeared on the old face, and wrinkles crowded together.
"Master... Master, you are finally home..."
Cheng Guoguo looked at the familiar face in front of him, feeling a little bit sour, especially the sentence "go home" that made him feel emotional.
His tone was trembling: "Job, I'm home..."
Job Job held Cheng Guoguo in his arms, and kept stroking his back: "Child, it's good to go home, it's good to go home."
Cheng Guoguo's emotions were a little uncontrollable, and she cried bitterly, and was buried in Job's arms as if he had torn away his previous disguise. Now he is just a child returning home.
Although Qiaobo was only the housekeeper of the Cheng family, he had grown up watching Cheng Guoguo, and the relationship between the two was extremely deep.
"Job, are my parents at home?"
Cheng Guoguo broke free from Job's arms and returned to the subject, staring at the old man in front of him eagerly, but he accurately saw a trace of hesitation from the old and vertical face.
"Job?"
But Qiao Bo was trembling. Before he could speak, a confident voice came from the room: "Since he's back, let him in!"
Cheng Guoguo's expression eased when he heard this voice. He ignored the harsh tone of the words. He himself came to meet the old man, and that was all.
Just when he was about to walk into the door, Job grabbed his leaving sleeve, and Cheng Guoguo was a little strangely stunned when he looked at him.
"Master, be careful, your father..."
Cheng Guoguo frowned, "Jobo, is there anything inconvenient for you to say?"
A struggle appeared on Job's face, his face was full of pain, but he tried his mouth without saying a word.
"Old Joe, go home first today." Just as the two were entangled at the door, a cold voice came from the room again.
Job Qiao's face changed, he held Cheng Guoguo's hand tightly, trembled a few times, and turned away.
Watching the old man's departure, Cheng Guoguo turned his head and looked in the direction of the second floor, where his father was. The father and son looked at each other across the magnificent villa.
The man standing on the second floor, wearing a white shirt, straight trousers, with all his hair combed behind his head, a little bit of white hair on the temples, which is slightly abrupt, but adds a touch of temperament, a pair of calm black eyes are full It is perseverance, standing upright on the second floor, after taking a look at Cheng Guoguo, he whispered, "Come on."
Looking at Cheng Tianlin's appearance, Cheng Guoguo shook her head, and started walking towards the study room where her father had entered.
In the study, Cheng Tianlin sat at the table, gently took out the cigar from the drawer with his fingers, and fiddled with it on his own, without raising his eyes at Cheng Guoguo's entry.
Cheng Guoguo came into the room and looked at his behavior. On the contrary, he felt a sense of restraint. Standing neither sitting nor sitting. The atmosphere between father and son was always bad, and he could only watch Cheng Tianlin's actions without talking. Know how to say.
Cheng Tianlin, with a cigar in his mouth, lightly nodded, took a breath and exhaled smoke: "What are you doing back for?"
As soon as he said this, Cheng Guoguo's eyes became even more angry. He had long been uncomfortable with his father's style, and he did not expect that he hadn't seen him for a long time, his first sentence turned out to be like this.
"I'll come to see my mother!" Cheng Guoguo's emotions also became intense, asserting.
After hearing this, Cheng Tianlin's fingers trembled a little, but immediately returned to normal. He squinted at Cheng Guoguo: "This house does not welcome you, let's go."
Cheng Guoguo had endured for a long time, and finally couldn't help it at this moment. He rushed to the front: "I'm here to find my mother, not to you!" All the words that were originally thought, all the emotions adjusted, The moment he saw his father, it dissipated and turned into endless anger.
Cheng Tianlin's eyes were getting colder and colder. Seeing Cheng Guoguo approaching him, he slowly stood up, moved away from Cheng Guoguo, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his palm.
"When you come back, it's nothing more than lack of money. I don't know what you are doing in the past six months. Don't think that I am the treasury you have unlimited access to. You have passed your 21st birthday. You should support yourself." Cheng Tianlin left. In the corner, the tone is light but the contempt in the words is not concealed.
Cheng Guoguo’s face was full of pain. He rummaged through his pockets like crazy, took out credit cards, and patted them on the table: “I can feed myself without you. I am today. Come back, not for money, I just want to see you!"
Cheng Tianlin's gaze fell on the pile of credit cards, but there was a trance on his face. He turned his gaze on Cheng Guoguo's face. Perhaps this son was not as ignorant as he thought.
At this moment, he was glaring at his father. He was so powerful and brave. He was really different when he was out for half a year. He really grew up as a man.
He desperately runs his own money empire, all for this son. Now Cheng Guoguo may really become a real man, but when he thinks of his current situation, a trace of sadness and helplessness emerges on his firm face. .
Seeing the change in Cheng Tianlin's face, Cheng Guoguo suddenly touched a soft spot in his heart. He hid his face in pain and knelt on the ground.
"Dad! You don't know what I face every day, and you don't understand why I can't meet with you. I can be considerate of you. Why would you not let go of your stubbornness and consider me once..."
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