The Show Begins

Chapter 43: go home

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"You want to use me as a shield." Tian Jing realized something was wrong and looked sideways.

Lai Yang was stunned for a few seconds before he understood the meaning of her words, but he didn't really think so at first and just said it casually.

But Tianjing was unhappy. She stood up and said that she was sleepy and wanted to wait for the meal.

Faced with this female president whose emotions were hot and cold, Lai Yang was really unsure of her.

But he really had never thought about being a shield. The main reason was that Tian Jing was too different from himself. If he really wanted to take her back, his parents probably wouldn't believe it.

After leaving the school gate, a quiet Mercedes-Benz E300 was parked on the side of the road. Seeing this car, Lai Yang felt the gap between them even more.

Tianjing drove Lai Yang back. On the way, Lai Yang learned that she would stay in Xi'an for another day and return to Shanghai the day after tomorrow.

After hearing this, Lai Yang wanted to ask if they wanted to go together, but the words turned around several times, and finally he said, "How is your assistant's driving?"

"Better than me." Tian Jing held the steering wheel, her big watery eyes staring ahead. From the side, her eyelashes were like small fans, thick and long.

"Oh, where do you live?"

"hotel."

"Oh, I thought we were sleeping under the overpass." Lai Yang retorted.

"If you want to talk like that, get out of the car now." Tian Jing was really angry and looked cold.

Lai Yang touched the back of his head, not understanding why she suddenly turned against him.

The car arrived at the gate of Laiyang’s community. After getting off the car, he leaned against the car window and looked at Tianjing.

"Can you tell me what it is that upsets you? Just because you came to my house for dinner? Did this offend you?"

Tian Jing's slender jade fingers rubbed the steering wheel, making a squeaking sound. She turned her beautiful profile to Lai Yang and sighed, "I really don't like others taking advantage of me. You've done it twice. Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know it in my heart."

After saying that, she slowly drove away.

The world suddenly became quiet, and the scent of white magnolia disappeared from the air. All this made Lai Yang feel a little lonely. He wrapped himself tightly in the coat that Tian Jing had given him, and walked home in the wind.

The parents never expected their son to come back suddenly, so when Lai Yang came in, the two elders looked at him in disbelief for several seconds before coming forward to greet him.

The originally quiet home suddenly became lively. Lai Yang's parents had already eaten, but they opened a

He lit the stove and started busying himself in the kitchen.

Soon, three or four home-cooked dishes, a bowl of millet porridge, and two steaming steamed buns were placed on the table.

Although the meal was simple, Lai Yang ate it with gusto. It might be because he had been hungry for a day, or it might be because the meal tasted like home.

His parents sat at the dining table and watched him eat, staring at Lai Yang to the point of feeling a little embarrassed.

While he was eating, Yang's mother asked him about his recent situation, such as whether it was cold in Shanghai, whether he was used to the food, whether he was under a lot of pressure at work, etc.

Lai Yang had long been tired of hearing these trivial whispers, but this time he felt warm in his heart, perhaps because he had been lonely for too long.

Lai Yang felt that he hadn't been cared for so much in a long time.

Yang's father's question was much simpler. Just two sentences: What are you doing back home? What happened

Lai Yang originally wanted to sleep for a while before talking about Gu Qian, but Yang's father's wrinkled eyes were like a mirror, leaving him nowhere to hide.

It is said that no one knows a son better than his father. Yang's father could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Lai Yang. After asking a few questions, Lai Yang put down his chopsticks and told him everything about breaking up with Gu Qian and transferring the house to her.

As he spoke, Lai Yang could already feel his parents' mood hit rock bottom.

He was ready to be criticized, but what he never expected was that after listening to him, his father just said: "Drink the porridge first, it will get cold soon."

Just this simple sentence almost made Lai Yang cry.

This place is filled with the family's tolerance, understanding and comfort towards oneself.

This kind of tolerance and understanding is something that Laiyang can never find even with a lantern once he leaves home.

With red eyes, he drank the last mouthful of millet porridge, and a warmth flowed from his intestines to his heart.

After the meal, Yang's mother collected the dishes and went to wash them. Lai Yang wanted to help, but his mother just shook her head and smiled and said, "Yang, go talk to your father. He must have a lot to say to you."

Hearing this, Lai Yang paused for a moment as he stretched out his hand, nodded, and walked towards the living room.

Dad Yang was sitting on the sofa, lighting a cigarette absentmindedly. When he saw Lai Yang coming over, he took a deep puff and motioned for him to sit down.

Lai Yang's father knew that he smoked, but he had never smoked in front of his father.

It’s not that he’s filial, but when he was in middle school, he was caught smoking by Yang’s father and his butt was spanked so hard that it was swollen for a week…

"Yang, don't blame your family for this. They only have so much money. Your mom and I have done our best to get a down payment for you."

Yang's father's words made Lai Yang's heart seem to be hit hard by something!

He had never expected that his father not only did not blame him, but instead blamed himself for breaking up with Gu Qian and for not creating more favorable conditions for him.

Lai Yang looked at his old father in front of him. He was hunched on the sofa, with swollen bags under his eyes and a mass of white hair on his temples.

The fingers holding the cigarette were full of rubbing, because he had been an electrician in the factory, so there were many indelible scars on his palms.

This scene, coupled with what Yang's father said just now, made Lai Yang burst out with the emotions that he had been holding back since he entered the door.

Tears blurred his eyes in an instant. He gritted his teeth and didn't whimper. He just covered his face with his hands. After a while, he shook his head and said, "It's okay, Dad. Why are you saying this... It's my problem..."

"Yang, if you feel Shanghai is too tiring, just come back and find a new girl." Yang's mother also poked her head out from the kitchen.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine, everything is fine."

It seems that every child, after growing up, no matter what they encounter outside, will finally say to their parents, "I'm fine." But parents never believe this, because when they were young, they also said the same thing to their elders.

That night, Lai Yang talked a lot with his parents, telling them about the many interesting things he had seen in Shanghai.

I also told them about the situation of my own small theater. Of course, I always told my parents the good side of things.

To them, it seemed that this small theater was not far from going public.

At the end of the conversation, Yang's mother held Lai Yang's hand and suddenly asked about Yuan Qing (Yuan Shengda)'s situation.

After saying this, Lai Yang noticed that Yang's father's expression also changed slightly.

This made him a little confused. Looking at the two elders, Lai Yang said that she was doing well and was now running a theater with him, and the rented house was also nearby.

Then Yang's mother suddenly asked: "Have you ever liked her?"

"Well, actually, you two have been friends since childhood and have a very good relationship. Qingqing came back a while ago and came to see us. She has changed a lot now and looks very beautiful." Dad Yang exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at his son.

"Uh..." Lai Yang felt that the topic seemed a bit deep.