“ciallo~”
“ciallo~ciallo~”
In the dark room, Zheng Cheng listened patiently to what was coming from the other end of the computer screen over and over again. Two-dimensional female voice.
While he was still intoxicated, the rear door panel was suddenly pushed open.
"Son, I have asked you to learn neon language for many years. Now is the time..." Zheng Jie walked in from the door and said with a playful face. His eyes were gradually attracted by the pictures on the computer.
When he saw the two-dimensional villain on the screen, he couldn't help but be speechless for a while, then covered his face with one hand and complained in a helpless tone: "What kind of hidden game are you playing again? What's in there?" Love and the world are both fake!"
He waved his hand disdainfully.
"Love is real, and the world is real."
Zheng Cheng, who was sitting in his seat, didn't even turn his head when he heard the words, and calmly used his fingers to save and shut down the computer.
He was as calm as if he had expected his father to suddenly open the door and barge in like this.
"Lao Deng, if nothing happens, can you please get out of here?" He turned around and said calmly, as if he was used to this situation.
"Look at you kid, who's kid yells at his father like this?"
Zheng Jie didn't pay attention. He took two steps in and sat down at the end of the bed, minding his own business. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case in his arms and lit it.
There were two clicks, and Zheng Cheng snatched the fire as soon as it was lit. Even the cigarettes were passed along.
"Hiss... Huh."
Zheng Cheng took a sip and said disdainfully: "Whose father is like you?"
< p> "Look what you said..."Zheng Jie was so weak that he was discouraged after replying. He really had no way to refute.
"Why are you here today? I haven't spent all the money I gave you a few days ago. I have money to buy cigarettes."
Zheng Cheng stood up from the gaming chair. He took a few steps past Zheng Jie and turned on the light button at the door.
Warm light shines from the ceiling, reflecting on the father and son.
"Huh..."
Zheng Jie took a deep breath of cigarette, letting the spicy smoke stay in his lungs for a moment, and then slowly exhaled it from his mouth.
Lines of blue smoke filled the air, forming a short and thin wall of smoke.
Through this wall of smoke, he stared at his son Zheng Cheng sitting opposite, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
There is both guilt and helplessness.
He did not directly respond to what his son had just said, but cleverly changed the topic.
His eyes swept across Zheng Cheng's body from top to bottom, and finally landed on the tattoos on his arms.
"How long did it take to get the tattoo? It looks good." Zheng Jie said softly.
Hearing his father's comments, Zheng Cheng lowered his head and looked at his arms carefully.
On his two forearms, there were tattoos of two tigers with their bloody mouths open, staring at him with eagerness.
The surroundings are also carefully decorated with the Virgin Mary, three holy swords piercing the holy shield, and sun patterns that exude a sacred atmosphere. These tattoos are exquisite and unique, showing a mysterious and solemn beauty.
To some extent, it can also have a deterrent effect.
Zheng Cheng did not speak. He just stared at his hands quietly. After being silent for a while, he softly replied: "Just the past two days."
"Yes." Zheng Jie nodded slightly to express his understanding, then stubbed out the half-remaining cigarette in his hand and threw it into the bowl-shaped ashtray placed in front of Zheng Cheng.
"Why don't you go to school?" Zheng Jie asked again, his tone was calm, but there was a trace of concern in his eyes.
Zheng Cheng looked at the ashtray on the table silently. After a long silence, he slowly said, "The school has asked me to quit."
"You have to listen. Advise? ”
“… Discourage is just nice to say, but it’s actually the same as being fired.” "Zheng Cheng looked at him like a fool.
"What's the reason? " There was no anger on Zheng Jie's face, but instead he was interested in asking.
Zheng Cheng counted them one by one with his fingers: "Being late for school, not doing homework, sleeping in exams, falling in love with the school beauty, delaying While studying, I was severely spurned by my parents and teachers. "
After saying that, he also threw the remaining cigarette butt into the bowl.
If other parents heard about the previous "criminal cases", they would probably The drama of a loving father and a filial son was staged on the spot.
But Zheng Jie completely ignored it. The whole mind of this crooked old man was deeply attracted by the words "school beauty" and "puppy love". Attracted.
"Then which one of you is chasing whom? " He started gossiping in detail.
Zheng Cheng laughed at himself, "We are not in love at all! It was she who wrote me a love letter but I rejected her. During the next two days of the exam, she cried and made a fuss in the exam room. "
"I was just liquidated by the school. "
He said with gritted teeth, not to mention how aggrieved he was. He flipped up the hair covering his face and looked at the time: 12:16.
After that, he stood up and continued walking: "But that's okay, I don't want to go to a shabby school. "
After hearing his son's last words, Zheng Jie smiled casually. It was time to reveal his true purpose.
Just listen to his sincere words: " Zheng Cheng, I have been sorry to you as a father all these years. ”
Zheng Cheng tilted his headShe rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's good that you know. If you work harder in the future, I'm still waiting to see my father become a dragon."
"Uh..." This reply didn't sit well with him.
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Seeing Zheng Cheng quickly changing his clothes, probably planning to go out, he asked him where he was going.
"Where are you going when it's dinner time? Don't you never eat out?"
He asked with a puzzled expression.
"At 12 o'clock, the vegetable market for the first half of the day has started to finish work. I went to pick up some unwanted vegetable leaves and cook them." Zheng Cheng said casually. This was not the first time he had done the same thing. Similar operations Practice makes perfect.
"Stop!"
Zheng Jie came to the door and spread his hands, stopping Zheng Cheng who was packing and about to go out.
"Why are you stopping me? I'm late and have nothing to pick up. Will I cook it for you when I come back?" Zheng Cheng said impatiently, reaching out to push his old father down.
"Son! I'm here today to tell you that you will never have to pick up leaves again!" Zheng Jie hugged Zheng Cheng tightly with both hands, and his tone was extremely exciting, as if he had won the lottery.
"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about, Lao Deng? If you want to talk in your sleep, you'd better go to bed." Zheng Cheng didn't know why, but for a while he couldn't tell whether it was true or false, and he still expected it in his heart. Looking forward to good days to come.
His bastard father would not come to him for nothing, and he knew this in his heart.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang!"
Zheng Jie shouted pirated special effects sounds, took out two tickets from his trouser pocket, and waved them back and forth in front of Zheng Cheng's eyes.
"Is this...?"
Gudong.
Zheng Cheng was blinded by this sudden operation. He was so shocked that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Your mother sent you the ticket to Tokyo at one o'clock in the afternoon."
Zheng Jie handed over the ticket in a pretentious manner, speaking in a loud yet low-key tone. .
"Many things happened in a hurry back then, and your mother and I didn't have much preparation. I didn't tell you these years because I was afraid of causing trouble to your mother and yourself."
"Now that everything is over, that's why I asked you to learn neon language. After so many years, Zheng Cheng, are you ready to meet your mother and other relatives?"
After saying these words, Zheng Jie thrust a ticket into one of Zheng Cheng's hands. He knew that his son needed some time to digest the information.
Then he walked silently to the door of the rental house, lit a cigarette and waited quietly.
After so many years, I really have not been a competent father.
But why do you feel like you smell gas when you go in and out of the house?
ShouldIt must be an illusion of the nose, right? My son will never do anything stupid again.
Zheng Jie smiled.
Probably.
Back in the room, Zheng Cheng held the brand new ticket with slightly trembling hands, and repeatedly compared the authenticity of the information on the ticket pictures found on the computer.
"Modu Airlines, first class..."
"Date, 29ApR, which is today."
"Destination, Neon Tokyo... ”
“Is it true? ”
Zheng Cheng couldn’t accept it for a moment, and his breathing was a little short.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a slightly longer cigarette butt in the bowl. He picked it up and blew on it. He lit the fire and took two puffs of it and inhaled it into his lungs.
"Huh... ha."
After thinking about it clearly.
Zheng Jie reached out and opened the drawer of the bedside table. There was a pile of scattered banknotes and steel coins inside.
The money was saved by him in daily life. Although it was not much, it was useless to take it away.
It’s better to stay.
He took out the money, put it on the table, and left a note.
The note read: "Sister Liu, thank you for taking care of me this year. But your boyfriend doesn't seem to like me very much. I think it's time for me to leave. Take care."
After finishing writing, Zheng Jie placed the note in a conspicuous place on the table, hoping that she could see it.
After doing all this, Zheng Jie put on his coat and opened the door.
Without hesitation, he walked out of this home that had brought him a little warmth.
When he walked outside the door, it didn't take long for Zheng Jie to hear the sound of the door handle turning.
He turned his head and greeted with a smile on his face.
"How about it, are you still rushing to pick up the leftovers and rotten leaves?" Zheng Jie joked with a smile.
However, Zheng Cheng did not respond to his joke as usual.
He just looked at Zheng Jie calmly, with a firmness and determination in his eyes.
Zheng Cheng looked at his father quietly, and then said in a calm tone:
"Let's go, Lao Deng, to meet your wife."
Finished , he turned and walked towards the door.