On Rickshaw Pullers and Lecturers

"Evil son!"

"Impossible!"

"Zhou Long, you are going to go against the sky!"

Father Zhou, who came back to his senses, kept yelling at Mr. Zhou, but Chen Goudan moved a step and stood in front of Mr. Zhou, facing Father Zhou.

In an instant, Zhou Kecai's gaze shot directly at Chen Goudan like a knife.

"What kind of inferior person are you, get out of here!"

Zhou's father, who was full of anger, was obviously not right, but Zhou Long looked at his father behind Chen Goudan, and suddenly felt a sense of secular change.

This is very common. When a child grows up and looks at his aging parents, he will see the white hair on his parents' heads, see the deep wrinkles, and vaguely familiar faces— —so familiar yet so strange.

This was the first time he saw his father after many years, no matter how much he had changed, he still recognized his father.

All the children are closest to their mother, except for the eldest son, he is the eldest son, the first person he sees is neither the nanny nor the mother, but such a serious and rigid father.

"Father", he stopped him anyway, "Zhi Cai is not some inferior person, he only has one identity..."

"Son! Shut up!"

"He is the child's lover and future lifelong partner. I hope Dad can know this fact."

Zhou's father, who was already half-haired, couldn't stop his son's behavior, and he suddenly became older visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Zhou Long turned his head a little unbearably.

"Niezi!" he shouted, glared at Chen Goudan, and continued—full of a sense of powerlessness, "I can't control you, and I can't control your mother, you can do whatever you want, only a little bit."

"Father, let's go in and talk."

Chen Goudan saw his Mr. Zhou show him a helpless smile, and then instructed him to make way and bring Father Zhou in.

As soon as Zhou Kecai entered the room, he seemed to have forgotten the two people behind him. He looked at everything in the room with a nostalgic and hideous expression.After a long absence from this familiar thing, isn't that wanderer sad?

"Father, sit down."

Father Zhou was not polite, he still glared at Chen Goudan who followed in, and then sat down with his arms crossed, indescribably vigilant and serious.

As soon as he sat down, he said in a strange manner: "Zhou Long, you still call me father, do you know why father is?"

"I don't know."

Mr. Zhou answered bluntly, and even sat down with Chen Goudan, sitting very close together. Since he decided to do so, he simply sat down more thoroughly.

After all, his father was not someone worthy of sympathy.

Immediately, Father Zhou's face became even darker.

He snorted, seeing his partner who was regarded as a treasure by his son carefully looking at his son, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.

This kind of worldly situation, in any case, is not an exaggeration, let alone just a little bit of inclination, he just feels regretful, feels that fate is uncertain-he just lost his wife, and now he has to see someone else together.

revenge!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Chen Goudan looked at Father Zhou laughing very puzzled, then turned to look at Mr. Zhou, his brows were furrowed, and when he noticed his gaze, he squirmed the corner of his mouth and said nothing happened.

After Zhou's father finished laughing, it took a long time; the expression on his face instantly became calm, and then he said: "Zhou Long, I will still be your father for a day, and you have to listen to me, I am your father!"

"I know."

While listening to all this, Chen Goudan quietly held Mr. Zhou's hand, hoping that this would give Mr. Zhou strength.

A good person like Mr. Zhou shouldn't bear the pressure from his parents, and shouldn't look so sad.

He thought in his heart, suddenly, he felt that he should not be silent anymore, and should not think that this was an internal matter between their father and son.

Chen Goudan decided to speak.

Suddenly, Father Zhou's eyes swept over. He seemed to have sensed a slight fluctuation, but he didn't know what the son's partner was going to do.

He continued: "I'm afraid, you still think of me as a father in your heart, but when you don't see your mother, you must hate me to death, right?"

Chen Goudan noticed that Mr. Zhou's hands were trembling, as if he was enduring some pain.

Yes, he has deep feelings for his father, but he also has the same feeling for his mother. When he knew that his father had escaped and came back, there was only one person. More bad luck than good.

No matter how weak the relationship is, people still have to keep silent when faced with this possibility of more than 80.00%.

"Your mother is dead. I can't save her, and I can't save her... I fled back to Ancheng, but I also know that I will have to continue fleeing soon. On the contrary, it is not as good as your mother. Now, nothing to worry about, not so sad..."

"Old man, what you said is wrong. People have hope when they live, and they die when they die. There is nothing left. How can I say it!"

Chen Goudan interjected, and he also used the contents of the books he had read, which didn't quite fit Zhou Kecai's first impression of the lower class people who were just buying coolies.

However, he knew the nature of his children, especially the eldest son, so it wasn't too strange.

He sneered strangely, and continued: "So what? In my heart, it's better for your mother to die. If she dies, she won't be so troublesome and jealous."

"..."

At this time, Zhou Long raised his head and glanced at his father, and stood up.

"Father, you are tired, go and rest. There was no one in the room you lived in before, so just sleep there!"

"Evil son!"

"Father, you are tired."

"Nie Zi! Do you think you won't know if you don't want to know?!"

"Father, you are really tired."

Chen Goudan looked blankly at the interaction between Mr. Zhou and his son, and for the first time had the idea of ​​who I am and where I am.

Father Zhou finally went to rest, while Mr. Zhou took something from the living room and went to the balcony.

Looking at his back, Chen Goudan felt a little heavy, a little sad, and even a little painful.

Mr. Zhou, what are you thinking?

He hesitated on the sofa for a while, but finally obeyed his heart and walked to the balcony.

And then, Father Zhou thought for a moment, and finally closed the door he had concealed.

The author has something to say:

In the end, I didn't abuse them much, after all, this article is sweet.