Read Ba Zong's novels and was caught by a bamboo horse

In the evening, there was a cloud of blue gray in the sky, and the dim street lamps sprinkled on Lin Yu's straight back.

Still parting from Song Yi at the crossroads.

It's almost Friday.

Before he knew it, he had been with Song Yi for almost a month, Lin Yu smiled with relief, and habitually touched his pocket that would have been bulging.

I found that I have started to quit smoking recently, and even I almost forgot that I smoked before to relieve my worries, but now that I have more pistachios around me, it is still easy to think about the familiar smog.

Walking to the intersection of Heishui Lane, I remembered the gossip I heard from those two when I was in the toilet at noon.

Although he didn't show it on his face, he will get used to being talked about a lot, but he is also an ordinary person, and he still feels inexplicable pain in his heart when he hears this from others.

When I walked downstairs, I saw the faint light upstairs. It should be that the aunt was at home.

Since the man who claimed to be her husband came back, the aunt's mood has improved a lot, and she has become more motivated to work. Every day when she goes home, she looks smiling. As a bystander, Lin Yu really feels that they are more and more like a family of three. .

I went up the stairs in the dark, took out the key and was about to open the door, when a person came out from the next door, it was that man, it seemed that he was talking to me.

Lin Yu frowned slightly, looking at the thin man standing in front of him.

I haven't observed it carefully before. This man is somewhat similar to his father. It should be the temperament on him, the breath that gamblers would have. A face that only has something.

"My wife asked you to eat dumplings together." The man said cautiously, not as tense as the first time.

In order to take care of the aunt's mood, Lin Yu followed the man even though he hated seeing him very much.

After entering the door, the man invited him to sit down and went to the kitchen. The sound of anime music sounded from the side door. Lin Yu looked along and saw Xiaoxi was watching cartoons, her eyes were shining brightly staring at the front. A flickering picture.

This house is not big, and the small house is filled with a warm atmosphere.

"Xiao Yu, it's just in time for you to come back. Today we eat dumplings, stuffed with pork and green onions. I don't know if you like them, and I didn't ask you in advance."

The aunt poked her head out from the kitchen, and looked at Lin Yu talking with a smile on his face, and there was a lot of blood on his face.

Lin Yu replied with a chuckle, "Auntie, I can eat anything, I'm not picky."

Aunt happily went back to the kitchen to cook dumplings.

This is Lin Yu who has lived here for so long, and has been a neighbor with his aunt for so long, and he is one of the few who sees her in such a good mood.

The last time I saw her with this expression was Xiaoxi's birthday. After a tiring day, he rushed back from the factory. In order to match Xiaoxi's thoughts, he specially put on a happy look.

"Come on, here are the dumplings!"

Big Mom called.

Lin Yu looked up and saw the man coming out of the kitchen with a large bowl of dumplings, put the dumplings down and rubbed his hands in a hurry when they were hot.

The man glanced at Xiaoxi who was in the room, hesitated for a moment, and then called out: "Xiaoxi, come out to eat dumplings."

Xiaoxi stared softly at the TV, "I'll watch it for a while, this episode, finish it."

The man walked into the room with a smile and rubbed Xiaoxi's hair, Xiaoxi looked up at him with a smile.

He really looks like a father.

But he is still an irresponsible father.

Lin Yu ate the dumplings in the bowl silently, looking at the surrounding atmosphere from the corner of the eye, it was a very strange feeling, a feeling similar to home.

It can be said that the word "home" is far away from me.

And now the aunt was feeding Xiaoxi to eat dumplings, Xiaoxi pouted and refused to eat, the man made a grimace to tease Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi laughed, and the aunt stuffed the dumplings into it.

All three of them were laughing from ear to ear.

The aunt saw Lin Yu who was eating, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yu, eat more. I cook a lot of dumplings here. It looks like your thin bones are showing. Eat quickly. After eating, I will give you some dumplings." Sheng."

"Thank you mom."

Lin Yu felt his nose sore looking at everything around him, and lowered his head to eat the dumplings in the bowl.

Is this what home feels like?

After being alone for so long, I was lucky enough to experience this kind of warm feeling.

Even if this home doesn't belong to me.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve experienced this feeling. The most recent time was a few years ago at my adoptive father’s house during the New Year’s Eve, and I ate dumplings, so it was so lively, with colorful lanterns and couplets pasted up, every household Happy New Year greetings.

At that time, I didn't know that I would have a biological father, but I just felt that my adoptive father was so kind to me, and I hoped to stay by my adoptive father's side for the rest of my life, but when my biological father found me, the joy in my heart was about to overflow.

Even if the joy for the family does not belong to him.

When Song Yi got home, he originally wanted to relax and play a few games before going to bed, but his father called him.

Song took a look, and pressed the answer button impatiently.

"Hey?"

"Song Yi," Song Guohui paused for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "Can you accompany Dad out for dinner tonight?"

Song Yi was taken aback, but still agreed.

Song Guohui's Bentley stopped at the gate of Nanyuan, and Song Yi came down the stairs without rushing, and saw the eye-catching black car.

When I opened the car door, I saw Song Guohui sitting inside, wearing a neat suit and tie. Seeing that this posture was specially dressed, Song Yimo closed the back door for a few seconds and opened the co-pilot's door , got in.

Song Guohui didn't have any expression on his face, but he still glanced at Song Yi, as if he wanted to say something, but he had no choice but to look out the window and remain silent.

Song Yi held his breath somewhat uncomfortably, pushed down the car window, took a breath, and felt a little more comfortable.

The bodyguard still wore the black sunglasses and uniform black suit, and kept silent all the way, with a serious expression like a cold killer.

Both the atmosphere and the temperature in the car dropped to the lowest point, Song Yi couldn't help shivering, and wrapped the brown coat he was wearing tightly.

Song Yi felt that something was wrong. As for what was wrong, it should be something wrong everywhere. Dad was one of the few people who went to dinner with him, and he was dressed in an orthodox way, as if he was going to meet a very important person. That thought came to me.

Song Yi panicked a lot, a question was about to come out of his mouth, watching the passing traffic outside the car, pinching the flesh on the back of his hand uneasily.

"Tonight," Song Yi swallowed dryly, "Are you going to meet someone?"

Song Guohui seemed to have been silent for a long time, and was stunned by a sentence. He looked up at Song Yi, his lips parted slowly, "Today is Dad's birthday."

Song Yi's pupils shrank sharply, and he took a deep breath. A feeling of stuffiness swirled in his heart, making him unable to breathe.

Song Yi felt a great pain in his heart, and said word by word: "I know."

He had never celebrated his birthday with his dad before, even though he knew when his birthday was, but because his dad didn't pay much attention to this kind of day, Song Yi naturally forgot about it.

But every time he celebrates his birthday, his father ignores him because of work, and he will lose his temper, lock himself in the room, and run away from home at every turn, trying to use this childish way to anger him.

But this way is naive after all, he is not a child anymore, he can change his mind with a few candies, and go to buy spicy sticks with a few dollars, and then get back together.

Now he will be an adult in a few months, and this method is not allowed to attract his father's attention, so when will his father really care about him?

For Song Yi, who is about to step in, he also has his own thoughts, blindly causing trouble will only bring about a greater gap between the two, no matter how much trouble he makes, he is still his father.

But there is a wall between the two of them, trapping them in it, no one is willing to move, and there is no way to break through the thick barrier.

Song Yi, who was still thinking about it, smelled an unpleasant pungent smell, looked at the smog in the rearview mirror, and just wanted to stop his father from smoking, but considering that today was his birthday, he still didn't mention it.

Seeing his father's face that has experienced many vicissitudes of life, with a few wrinkles for no reason, I feel very uncomfortable.

The car stopped at the place where I had a gathering with my classmates last time, at the entrance of Shengguang Hotel.

The two security guards outside the door opened the car door tacitly, raised their hands to protect the heads of the people in the car, and waited for them to come out.

Song Yi followed Song Guohui into the hotel with some helplessness, and the bodyguards drove the car to the parking space, where they waited for them to finish eating before coming out to receive them.

Shengguang Hotel has a complete range of styles, Chinese food, Western food, Thai food, food from various countries, and the food is delicious, after all, the price is there.

Following the waiter to a western food table, the two sat down one after the other, ordered two Austrian black pepper steaks, and two fragrant stewed chicken cream soup.

Song Yi watched with some unease as the waiter covered their legs with a layer of napkins, and wrapped something similar to a scarf around their necks.

Although I have eaten here with my dad before, this kind of service sometimes makes people panic.

An elegant violinist played soft music, and people around were slowly tasting delicious beef and pasta with knives and forks.

This reminded him of Tong Xin, the homeroom teacher who walks gracefully. At this time, he would definitely hold a glass of red wine, shake the glass slowly, and take a few sips into his throat.

That loving look made Song Yixiang feel sick.

Song Guohui remained silent the entire time, his eye bags drooping badly, and he just kept looking at Song Yi, trying to put him in his eyes.

Until the waiter came over with the steak, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere.

The meal was very quiet, neither of them said anything, they only ate their own steak, and only the sound of knives and forks alternated on the table.

Song Yi was a little tired. He didn't know why his father called him all the way from home just to eat such a meal. Even if it was his birthday, he could still eat it at home, and there was no need to go through such a lot of trouble. .

The two of them got into the car after eating, Song Baibai boredly took out his mobile phone to check posts, and looked at Moments.

Lin Yu actually posted on Moments!

And it's not the kind of landscape photo that makes people drowsy at first glance!

Song Yi stared at the conspicuous six characters on the phone.

It feels so good to be at home.