Strawberry West Toast

When the mobile phone rang, Wang Zhen was still in class. On the first day after the end of November, he didn't have much energy, especially in math class.

Xu Jianbing's □ pen moved on the blackboard, and Wang Zhen knew every symbol written, but he couldn't combine them together to become the meaning Xu Jianbing wanted him to know.

It's always that thing that lingers in my heart.Wang Xiuming didn't speak to him once in a year, but he called him more than a dozen times in a row in the past few days. Later, Wang Zhen threw him into the blacklist, but Zhou Jie's call came again.

Their family has always been like this. If Wang Zhen and Wang Xiuming quarrel, Zhou Jie will often come forward to mediate.Wang Xiuming would not communicate with him directly, he handed over all his bad emotions to Time and Zhou Jie.When the father and son's anger dissipates and they can talk properly, the matter will be over.

But this time was different, Wang Xiuming called him personally.

After class, Wang Zhen went to the corridor to breathe. Pei Yiwei came back after handing in the list to Ma Zhinan, saw him in a daze in the corridor, and called him from behind.

"Wang Zhen."

Wang Zhen turned his head: "Huh?"

Pei Yiwei said, "Ms. Ma is looking for you."

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and said, "Did you say something?"

"Come here first." Pei Yiwei said.

The two passed through the group of students in the corridor. During the big class break, those who were tired from studying would come out to have fun. The corridor is not wide, and from time to time they have to turn sideways to avoid the students who are approaching.

Pei Yiwei walked behind him, and Wang Zhen tilted his head while talking to him.

"I've been quite honest recently." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei slowed down and said, "Your dad has come to school."

"...Now?" What Wang Zhen was most worried about happened.

"Well, in the office."

Pei Yi went in slightly and opened the door to let Wang Zhen in.The last time Wang Zhen saw Wang Xiuming was two weeks ago, and he hasn't seen Wang Xiuming in two weeks. There is not much change, but his face is full of stormy depression.

Pei Yiwei went over to answer Ma Zhinan, and the eyes of the two men instantly turned to Wang Zhen.

It was Ma Zhinan who broke the embarrassment first, and waved his hand at Wang Zhen: "Come here."

Wang Zhen walked to the opposite side of the desk, half a meter away from Wang Xiuming, and Ma Zhinan said, "Your father said that you haven't been home for more than ten days and haven't contacted your family. Is this true?"

Ma Zhinan was already giving him face by asking such a question. An irresponsible head teacher might not listen to the students' opinions and make a judgment based on what the parents said.

Wang Zhen nodded slightly, without denying it.

Seeing Wang Zhen nodding, Ma Zhinan basically knew that there was something wrong with the relationship between father and son, but this was a family conflict and shouldn't be brought to the school.

"How about it," Ma Zhinan stood up, looked at Wang Xiuming, then at Wang Zhen, "It happens to be the next sports day, and I asked Mr. Guo for leave. Let's talk downstairs."

Wang Xiuming agreed, and Wang Zhen also had no objection. The father and son followed Ma Zhinan downstairs.

Before leaving the office, Pei Yiwei didn't say a word, but patted Wang Zhen's arm lightly.

With a third person present, it was difficult for the father and son to quarrel.Wang Xiuming scolded Wang Zhen fiercely at home, but he would save Wang Zhen some face outside.That's how it is now, they stood in a triangle, Ma Zhinan looked at Wang Zhen, and said first: "Tell me why."

Wang Zhen said frankly, "I'm working outside."

Wang Xiuming actually approached Yang Hang, but he didn’t ask any questions. Now that he heard this answer, he got angry and felt ashamed at the same time. No decent people would let a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy go to work while he was in school. What would the head teacher think of him? .

Ma Zhinan was not surprised, nodded, and asked again: "Then why haven't you come home?"

This question is difficult to answer, Wang Zhen thought for a while, but said nothing.

The meaning of not speaking was obvious, so Wang Xiuming interjected: "Mr. Ma, can you see if this works, and I won't waste your time. Let me chat with Wang Zhen alone."

Ma Zhinan looked at Wang Zhen, but Wang Zhen neither nodded nor shook his head.

"Of course," Ma Zhinan said, "There are seats over there in the cafeteria. You and Wang Zhen can go there and have a good chat. If you need me, call me."

Wang Xiuming and Wang Zhen walked towards the cafeteria step by step, neither of them spoke first, Wang Zhen didn't care, he didn't want to quarrel with Wang Xiuming, he just wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible.

When he arrived under a banyan tree, Wang Xiuming finally said, "Where do you want to work?"

Wang Zhen didn't hide anything, just told the place.

"Who told you where?" Wang Xiuming asked again.

Wang Zhen didn't say a word, not wanting to answer this question.

Seeing that he didn't answer or speak, Wang Xiuming found a seat and sat down.

I don't know how to speak, no matter how I speak, it's like pressing questions.Being able to maintain the relationship to this extent is not the accumulation of one or two things in a day or two, but repeated damage that lasts for several years.

Wang Zhen was also thinking quickly, he didn't want to make things too ugly, but it meant following Wang Xiuming's wishes.

"I'm learning painting recently," Wang Zhen said slowly, "I'm here with the teacher in No. [-] Middle School."

"When did it start?" Wang Xiuming asked.

"It's been two weeks." Wang Zhen said.

Wang Xiuming laughed shortly, and his voice was cold: "The wings are stiff, and I can make my own decisions about everything."

"Shouldn't you make your own decision?" Wang Zhen said flatly, "I'm already seventeen."

"You know what you are seventeen, and what other people's seventeen is doing—studying, and you!" Wang Xiuming's volume gradually increased, which meant that he was starting to lose control of his emotions.

"Everyone has their own way of living. I live for myself, not for someone whose name I don't even know." Wang Zhen said.

"You can say such irresponsible things because you are immature," Wang Xiuming said coldly. "Everyone has responsibilities that they have to face. You have no pressure to survive, and you have never earned a penny, so you You can say whatever you want.”

Wang Zhen didn't want to talk about it with him. The difference in concept lies in this, and it's impossible to explain it clearly.

"Who is the teacher who taught you how to draw? Give me his phone number." Wang Xiuming said.

Wang Zhen didn't even move his eyelids, and said coldly: "If you want the other party not to accept me as a student, then I tell you that you don't have to hit me. I can paint no matter what the teacher does, and I can paint without a teacher."

Wang Xiuming immediately raised his voice, almost yelling, "What's his phone number!"

"I want to know why," Wang Zhen stood up, his voice tired, but his eyes were full of anger, "Why do you dislike me learning painting so much?"

Wang Zhen hoped that Wang Xiuming could answer his question well, and he was so angry that his logic was not clear, because this was the root of all contradictions.

"I'll report you to the class and you're absent from class," Wang Xiuming said gravely, "You're not focused on painting or studying. You don't care. You haven't insisted on anything. Ask yourself, who are you worthy of?"

Going around and still being unable to escape the topic of absenteeism made Wang Zhen want to laugh, and what Wang Xiuming wanted to hear was the last thing he should know.

Wang Zhen took two slow breaths, calmed down, and said to Wang Xiuming, "Do you remember Zuo Xingjian?"

Wang Xiuming was stunned for a moment, searching for this person in his memory, and slowly remembered his relationship with Mu Xin.

"He took me with me when I was in Mu Xin," Wang Zhen said softly, "He is gay."

Wang Xiuming was stunned.

Wang Zhen knew that he might have guessed the answer.

"His oil paintings are very powerful. I have admired him for a while. He is also like a good teacher. He is patient and knowledgeable. We chat about everything, but I didn't expect—"

Wang Zhen pursed his lips.

"...I didn't expect him to be a liar."

Wang Xiuming's expression moved slightly, and he spoke again, his tone became softer: "That's my mistake. If you meet this kind of person again, you have to tell us that there is no embarrassment. It is reasonable for us to call the police if he wants to kill you."

Wang Zhen smiled, hesitantly, Wang Xiuming realized something belatedly, and stared at Wang Zhen in disbelief.

"Impossible," Wang Xiuming stared slightly, "Impossible, your mother and I are normal people, and there is no such person in our family. You have misunderstood yourself. That person has treated you badly." Influence, you can't."

Wang Zhen lowered his head without saying a word, as if he didn't hear him.

"Did that person say something to you?" Wang Xiuming forced himself to hold the table calmly. "He is an abettor. Don't believe what he said."

Wang Zhen began to feel sorry for Wang Xiuming, how knowledgeable and ignorant he was, no matter how rich his life experience was, he could not help him deal with this blind spot of love.

"I won't talk about the past," Wang Zhen looked away, "I will continue to study painting, and I will take the art test, whether you agree or not."

"Okay," Wang Xiuming agreed, "You can do whatever you want, I'll pay you, and I won't talk about Mu Xin."

Wang Xiuming's state frightened Wang Zhen, as if he was acting for himself, as if he would collapse in the next moment.

"You don't have to do this," Wang Zhen tried his best to say these words calmly, "You don't have to feel that you owe me, you don't, the problem is with me. In the past, I chose to hide it from you because I knew you would be hysterical. Bad thing, if you know how terrified I am about this, you will question whether you are a good parent, so I choose to say."

"Whether you accept it or not."

After the words fell, Wang Zhen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Wang Xiuming's briefcase hit the part connecting his chest and neck without any strength left, the sound of the magnetic buckle popping was clear and clear, and the printing paper leaked from the interlayer fell chaotically all over the floor.

"You've been bewitched!!" Wang Xiuming growled, "You've been bewitched by that person!!"

Wang Xiuming rushed forward and grabbed Wang Zhen's arm, saying, "Follow me to the hospital! Go to Nansan Medical!"

Wang Zhen struggled, feeling despair and absurdity welling up in his heart at the same time. He didn't expect to face such helplessness and helplessness after piercing the barrier.Everything is beyond imagination, but it seems reasonable.

Wang Xiuming's crazily tugging was interrupted by a pair of crossing hands, and the uncle's rough voice rang in Wang Zhen's ears: "You can't hit me! You can't hit me if you say anything!"

Pei Yiwei gasped lightly and stood beside her uncle, as if she just ran outside, with sweat still on her neck.

"No! I'll take him to the hospital!" Wang Xiuming let go, but he didn't expect his uncle to intervene.

Hearing "Go to the hospital", the uncle was stunned: "Is Xiaozhen sick?"

Wang Xiuming ignored his question and said, "Brother, why are you here?"

The uncle hugged Wang Zhen's shoulders. He could see that Wang Xiuming was very excited. He was afraid that Wang Xiuming would do something to Wang Zhen again, so he pulled Wang Zhen towards him.

"What happened to the neck?" Uncle asked anxiously, "Why is there blood?"

The uncle mentioned Wang Zhen only to realize that a piece of his neck was really hurting. He reached out to touch it, and felt a smear of blood, which should be scratched by the hard corner of the briefcase.

"Come here!" Wang Xiuming shouted to Wang Zhen.

The uncle was in a hurry and said, "You can't educate a child by force, let me tell him."

"It's not about whether to fight or not! Brother, don't worry about it!" Wang Xiuming also shouted.

The uncle protected Wang Zhen behind him. It's not that he doesn't believe in Wang Xiuming, but Wang Xiuming is not calm now. He is afraid that the two fathers and sons will have another dispute, and the problem will be more difficult to deal with.

He called "Little Pei" and asked Pei Yiwei to take Wang Zhen away to clean the wound. Pei Yiwei nodded in response, and turned around to signal Wang Zhen to follow.

Wang Zhen glanced back. Wang Xiuming's eyes were red, and he was dragged by his uncle, unable to catch up.

He quickened his pace and fled away.