Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 283 Social Garbage Dad Cranky Online 38
It's summer.

Lu Youming ran around the construction site and basically never went home.

He was tired and used to running back and forth between the construction site and home for more than three hours.If you have this time, you might as well sleep more, or have a drink with your co-workers.

Although there is floating dust at home, the sense of existence of floating dust is too low.

Sometimes when he sees floating dust, Lu Youming seems to see himself, the silent, restrained and violent self.

Wang Jiajun no longer interacts with him, the only person who can drink after returning home is Fuchen.Fuchen wets the bed when he drinks alcohol.He really doesn't want to wait.

Following on the construction site, having a drink after getting tired with messy people, and listening to their nonsense bragging can reduce the emptiness in your heart.

The void in my heart was filled with these wind noises.

don't think about it.

don't look.

Just a whole person.

When the dust enters the summer, it is almost spent at the uncle's house.

Every morning, I get up by myself, climb onto the table, and go to the next door with the bottle in my arms.

Grandpa will help him pour boiling water to make milk.

Then sit in the yard, watching grandpa go about his business, or be in a daze by himself.

Grandpa will take the dust to work in the field.

She stared at the grasshoppers in the field, helped water a little, wore a straw hat and sunglasses, and played in the sun.

At noon, I had dinner with my grandparents.

Have a little meal in the evening, and go to Xiaojie's house to play with the small bench.

I saw tigers chasing and beating them.

After playing, Xiaojie's mother took Xiaojie and sent her home.

Xiaojie's mother made some milk for her. After she finished drinking, she locked the door on the stool and went to sleep.

This is almost a daily routine.

The daily dust is very quiet.

There will also be some noises, such as the grandfather next door always sighing, "What does your dad think? You are so young and let you take care of yourself alone?"

Huzi's mother's voice, "You, take a good look in the mirror to see if it is your father's biological daughter. She was picked up in the first place, don't be a wild child, then your father will make a joke."

She listened, but didn't quite understand.

Life is not boring.

She spent the summer counting her teeth.

In October, when Lu Youming returned home with his bag on his back, he saw Fu Chen sitting in the yard next door, standing on the grass in the yard where his house had never been, and beckoning, "Fu Chen, come here."

He has a lot of unshaven beard, and his eyes are also depressed.

Fuchen sat on the small bench, stared blankly at Lu Youming, and didn't go there.

The old man in the house came out and pointed at Lu Youming with a spatula, "You still know how to come back, you! You left Fuchen alone. She was alone, so small, and she closed the door and turned off the lights to sleep, we couldn't bear to see her! "

Ok?
Lu Youming frowned and looked at Fuchen.

Fuchen still held his head up, looking at him suspiciously.It seems that they don't know each other.

The uncle wiped his tears, "You just gave me five cans of milk powder and 300 yuan. The money is enough. But the dust knows the place. I will not leave. I will go back to sleep at night. If I take it away, I will beat people."

"At first we went to sleep with her."

"She still refused. Sitting on the head of the bed, staring at us, maybe she knew that we were not the ones sleeping there. She kept slapping her face, but she refused to sleep."

"There's nothing we can do."

"Teach her to close the door, and yell if something happens. There are mice at night, so if you are afraid, come and let us keep the door."

"She listens too."

"Later we saw that she was really self-reliant. But it hurts."

Pointing at Lu Youming, "Such a young child has to take care of himself, what kind of father are you?"

Lu Youming didn't know what to say for a moment.

Walk over, pick up the floating dust, and bury it in the neck.

"Do you miss Dad?"

Fu Chen was in a daze, his eyes didn't look at people, and his eyes always fell on irrelevant places.

The beard was stuck in the fine black flesh.

Itchy and painful.

Fuchen turned his head, stared at Lu Youming, raised his hand to hit his face.

Lu Youming turned his face away, "Hands are stronger again." He has also grown up.Also gained a lot of weight.

"You deserve it. She doesn't recognize you anymore!" The uncle grabbed a handful of green beans and almost threw him in the face.

Lu Youming went home with the floating dust in his arms.

If you are hungry, soak a bowl of milk powder to pad your stomach.

Soak a portion of Fuchen.

Fuchen was drinking milk, and when Lu Youming lay down, she looked at the head next to her feet and stared carefully for a long time.

Suddenly, he shook his hands and clapped his hands.

"Eh!"

"Eh!"

Fuchen's shadowless hand was practiced extremely well.

Lu Youming sighed, staring at Fuchen, "You don't recognize me?"

"Crack." This was Fuchen's answer.

Lu Youming sighed.

Get up, find the razor, look in the mirror with a big red shell, and squat by the well to shave yourself.

After scraping, go back to the house and lie down.

Fuchen stared at the head next to her again, half-paid, and crawled to the corner and landed - this is the position she is used to.

did not forget.

Lu Youming felt relieved, he grabbed it with his big hand, dragged the floating dust beside him and lay down together.

When Lu Youming came back, he still ate, drank, slept and didn't go out to work.

Yongzi asked a few words, "Aren't you doing long-term work on the construction site?"

Lu Youming shook his head.

"Are you going to live?"

Lu Youming pressed water to wash his clothes, "The price is high, take it."

Still the same as before.

Yuko nodded, understood.

After staying at home for two days, Cui Hangxing came over.

Lu Youming glanced at Cui Hangxing who hadn't contacted him for almost half a year, and ignored him.I know what I'm here for.

"Hey. Go out and buy something for Fuchen." Cui Hangxing said with a smile.

Lu Youming glanced at Fu Chen who was sitting on the ground and put on his old clothes again, and nodded in agreement.

If you are wronged, you will not be slaughtered for nothing.

I was happy to kill him.

Cui Hangxing drove the people to the city center and went straight to the clothes store.

Lu Youming didn't ask Adidas this time, and followed him to buy clothes.

Coats, cardigans, skirts, boots, scarves, hats... another pile of mess.

The price is tens of thousands.

Lu Youming can only earn this money by stealing.

Chocolates, candies, cookies, bought by the box.

After re-purchasing Fuchen's belongings, Cui Hangxing hugged Fuchen and explained the purpose of his trip, "Why did you resign? I heard that you joined the new blasting team and found a few squibs, which is very powerful."

Lu Youming asked back, "Didn't you hear that I stole the ideas of experts?"

Cui Hangxing smiled, "Have you been bullied?"

Lu Youming remained silent.

Degree discrimination is one thing.

Workplace strife is another matter.

The two things are pressed together.

Lu Youming doesn't like to talk, and only communicates when necessary.I don't like to socialize, and talk in circles... Invisibly, there is a gap in information.

He would have a hard time if he got angry casually in the middle.

He is not a reluctant temper, he came back straight away.

"I don't like it. I'll come back when I come back. Don't you think I have to follow you?" Lu Youming asked back, unknowingly becoming angry.

At this moment, as long as Cui Hangxing says yes, he can hit people with his fist.

Cui Hangxing smiled, "I was thinking, don't waste such a good talent of yours. Or if I have a need, you can do it for me?"

"You killed people, I take the blame?" Lu Youming turned his head, rounded his eyes, and spoke fiercely.

Cui Hangxing stared at Lu Youming indifferently, and then said, "So, you were squeezed out like this."

Impulsive, irritable temper tantrum.

(End of this chapter)