Knot while the fire

"Is the young master acting like a baby today?"

Text / Yu Song

The bridge was a bit congested, and there was a long line of cars that looked like they were queuing up to buy new year's goods, and they hadn't moved for a long time.

It was the first time that Wen Tingyu hadn't crossed the bridge at this point.

But he didn't care much, anyway, there was nothing important after it passed, and he always didn't care.

But some people think otherwise.

Facts have proved that emotions can indeed be contagious. After the father sitting next to him got angry at the phone for the third time, Wen Tingyu patted the driver on the back: "Uncle Liu, let me sit next to you."

The driver looked at Wen Tingyu in embarrassment, and whispered: "Young master..."

Wen Tingyu felt a little sick at first when he was called young master, and he didn't really want to control his temper.

He didn't control it.

"Don't fucking yell, I'm the young master somewhere."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Tingyu saw a black unknown object fly past his eyes, hit the car window, and fell back into the car with a bang.

Dad has a big temper and has no special hobbies, but he likes to throw things. There is nothing to throw in the car, and the mobile phone becomes a victim.

Wen Tingyu looked at the white mark on the glass, and thought that the mobile phone that fell to the ground might not be much better.

It was a birthday present from his dad, so it was a pity to throw it away.

Wen Tingyu tried hard to create a sad atmosphere, but unfortunately failed. The scene of father-son love probably wouldn't work for him.

Dad's dissatisfied voice couldn't fit in the whole car, "Does the dog eat all the upbringing you have learned in Wen's family for more than ten years?"

Wen Tingyu knew that his father was talking about his swearing just now, but he didn't want to talk about it. It's not a day or two since his father treated him like this, and he even wanted to say that you are no better, but he held back.

It was the last night, and he didn't really want to argue with his father anymore.

last night.

Wen Tingyu recited this sentence in his heart again, the traffic jam on the bridge was a little better, at least it was moving centimeter by centimeter, and Wen Tingyu's wish to sit in the co-pilot was not fulfilled.

This bridge is not short, and there is a river underneath. Wen Tingyu doesn't know which river it is, but he knows what is on the other side of the bridge.

It is his own mother in the legend.

Wen Tingyu looked ahead. Two beams of headlights entered the road opposite the bridge. Except for the road within five meters, nothing else could be seen. nothing.

what does it feel likeWen Tingyu thought about it for a while, and it was probably the same as when his father told him that he had contacted his own mother.

I was at a loss, as if there was a lingering thick fog in front of my eyes.

The car got off the bridge and turned to the side. Wen Tingyu suddenly felt the bumps. Wen Tingyu was a little surprised that this road could bump his father's car with such a good shock resistance. , or the kind with edges.

Wen Tingyu was so shaken that she became irritable. From this bumpy road, she could probably imagine where her own mother lived.

It's not that he hates it, it's just that he is angry. What's more annoying is that Wen Tingyu doesn't know why he is angry. He should be angry, but he can't find the reason for his anger.

Because from the Wen family, who was about to turn him into a waste of life, to a dilapidated place where he couldn't even walk?

Because the father who has been disappointed in himself for a long time?

Or the mother who suddenly said she had won her custody?

Maybe a little more hypocrisy, because I feel powerless in the face of the current mess.

Wen Tingyu sighed, but because he didn't know which stone was crushed, he suddenly bumped, which caused the sullen breath to not sigh well, and almost bit his tongue.

Wen Tingyu wanted to say fuck, but thought that her father was still beside her, so she held back.

Instantly felt more fucking irritable.

Dad suddenly said in the car: "If I knew today, why bother?"

Wen Tingyu didn't even have time to think about when his own father would say such an educated word, let alone how weird it was when his father said it, so he subconsciously said: "What about yourself?"

Dad glared at him, probably unable to think of anything to scold him, but just from his eyes, he could see shock, anger and disbelief.

If it weren't for the presence of the driver, Dad would probably be able to get started.

Dad is a face-saving person on the outside, which includes but is not limited to any scenes outside the house. Sometimes Wen Tingyu feels that it is a pity that Dad does not become an actor. This self-cultivation does not know how much more than [-] lines.

Seeing her father's reaction, Wen Tingyu suddenly felt a sense of pleasure, like the last resistance against this oppression.

So he added fuel to the fire, "If I knew it would take so much effort to bring me back, why did you want to give birth to me?"

Snapped--

The applause was especially crisp in a quiet environment, let alone in a car, Wen Tingyu felt that he could hear an echo.

pop, pop, pop...

Dad was finally so angry by his unbelievable son that he didn't care about the face he valued.

The energy was quite strong, which led Wen Tingyu to remember that his own father was also born on a construction site before, and the tinnitus has not healed for a long time.

"roll!"

"I haven't reached the ground yet." Wen Tingyu felt that covering her face with her hands was a bit motherly, so she clenched her fists and touched it with the back of her hand. She didn't feel anything, and pressed her tongue against it again. This time she felt pain, not only It hurts, and it smells like blood.

It's okay, he thought that the slap just now paralyzed half of his face.

Dad just used [-]% or [-]% of his skill just now, as if all the previous anger, disgust, disappointment and regret were mixed in and conveyed to Wen Tingyu through this brief skin contact.

After the call, he might be relieved, and he didn't talk to Wen Tingyu or answer the phone until the destination, because the phone had automatically turned off.

When the gate of the community appeared in front of him, Wen Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief. If it wasn't because the car didn't stop, he would probably open the door and rush out, wherever he wanted.

This is a self-built community that looks like it will be abandoned soon, Wen Tingyu raised his eyes, probably only the lights on in the building can tell that this building is not unoccupied.

"Go down." Dad didn't even give him a look this time.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not the fault of your car." Wen Tingyu ignored the driver Uncle Liu who fell out to open the door for him, pushed the door open and jumped out of the car.

He had no luggage, and those things belonged to Wen's family. On the day his father decided to send him back to his mother, he had nothing to do with the past.

"Young Master..." The driver hesitated and opened his mouth, but Wen Tingyu stopped him again.

"Uncle Liu, I'm no longer the young master of the Wen family. I can't afford to call you that." Wen Tingyu tilted his head and looked into the car. "Go back if you have nothing to do. I have to go find my mother."

Wen Tingyu called the word "Mom" very emphatically.

But Wen Tingyu's temper is hereditary after all, his father is worse than him, and what responds to him is a series of whistles that get farther and farther away.

After the last light disappeared around the corner, Wen Tingyu turned around and looked up at the building in front of her.

too dark.

·

This iron pot stew is a time-honored shop, and the business in the store has been good. It was already after ten o'clock when Lu Yuan took the time to come out to smoke.

He always comes to work a few times a month, the boss knows him well, the key is that he can eat iron pot stew for free.

Today, a place next door said that it was planning to develop a certain area. A group of bosses and leaders came to inspect it. After the inspection, they all came here for dinner. The cars parked in the parking spaces outside all day were of a higher grade than before.

After smoking a cigarette and returning to the store, the group of people had already left, everyone drank up and down, Lu Yuan originally wanted to stay for supper, but now he has no appetite at all, so he greeted the boss and left directly up.

As a result, after walking out for a few steps, Lu Yuan felt his stomach was empty, and Lu Yuan clicked his tongue, knowing that he would have stayed longer.

Feeling embarrassed to go back after coming out, Lu Yuan lit another cigarette to try to ignore the feeling of emptiness in his stomach. Fortunately, this store is quite close to home, so he endured it for a while and went back directly to sleep.

But this plan was forcibly interrupted when it reached the gate of the community.

"Heng, brother Heng! You can go back, I'm here, waiting, waiting for you, it's been a long time." A black figure stood up from the edge of the pillar at the door.

Lu Yuan knew who it was without looking, he stuttered in the alley next door.

"Hack me?"

"That said, no one can be robbed, and no one can be robbed. You want to let brother Heng help me to save face."

Lu Yuan didn't even bother to correct whether it was Yuan or Heng, the general level of education in this area was at this level, it would be nice to know Heng.

"Get lost." Lu Yuan said angrily.

He stammered and panicked when he heard this, and he was not able to speak in the first place, "Don't, brother, today, I have an order, I didn't get it, that's it, go back, go back, brother Biao, kill me."

Brother Biao is the stutterer, and he doesn't do any serious work. He stole it today and robbed it tomorrow. Although he hasn't committed a major crime, he has been spreading his wings on the edge.

The stammer was picked up by Brother Biao, I don’t know where he picked it up, and I don’t know if he picked it up. Lu Yuan has known him for a long time, watching Brother Biao teach him little by little, and now he can work alone son.

Lu Yuan sighed, "Do you have a goal?"

He stammered when he heard something interesting, and hurried over, "Yes, over there, let's go, walk a few times, and circle around, it looks pretty, quite rich."

"Is it worth it just to look rich and shit?" Lu Yuan hated iron but not steel, "Be careful that if you fail in a while, I will beat you to death first."

"No, I can't, I'm squatting, there is no bodyguard." He stammered.

"Forget it." Lu Yuan sighed again, feeling extremely tired.

It doesn’t matter if you can succeed or not, stuttering doesn’t look like someone who eats this bowl of food. If you have to go to the side of the road to beg in another way, someone throws a few dollars, although in this poor place, even the small advertisements posted on the ground want to pick them up. No one will throw money in the urban-rural fringe area.

Lu Yuan raised his head and glanced at the man he stuttered.

I don't know if the eyesight is right, but the first time Lu Yuan looked over, he saw the pair of glowing running shoes, which were so bright that they almost caught up with the street lights in the darkness, as if they were stepping on a pair of hot wheels under their feet.

How afraid of losing people must buy such mentally retarded shoes?

Lu Yuan fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket, then walked towards the two Hot Wheels.

·

Wen Tingyu was thinking about which floor his own mother lived in, his mobile phone was running out of battery, and he didn't have much cash on him. He was so annoyed that he felt the soles of his shoes were burning hot.

It's not that I have to find her, it's just that I'm lost.

Don't know where to go, don't know what to do, don't know what to do.

It's quite powerful to speak harshly, but anyone can talk about things, and the rest is not necessarily the case.

Wen Tingyu finally decided to take advantage of the last charge left on his phone to find a small hotel outside, but he was hit on the back just as he took a step.

Sensing someone approaching, Wen Tingyu was bound by an arm before he could turn his head.

The strength was quite strong, Wen Tingyu moved twice but did not break free.

Then he found a cigarette passed in front of him.

"Brother, borrow a fire."

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Pre-acquisition "Am I not your favorite baby [Transmigration Book]" copywriting:

Only after Lin Ye died did she realize that she had transmigrated into a book written by President Mary Su and became a cannon fodder.

Not only was the marriage unlucky, but she died young, her parents didn't love her husband, and she was killed in the end.

Now I can go back to his world.

As a result, his eyes went dark, and he was reborn back to the day he married Gong, the protagonist in the article.

Good guy, where did this come from?Can't afford to die, can't you?

Fortunately, he still has three big bosses who will stand by his side unconditionally no matter what happens.

If he can't afford to die, he can afford to hide.

Lin Ye waved his hand at the wedding: "I'm sorry, but actually I have my own heart."

He pointed to the CEO who was on the opposite side of the protagonist: "That's him."

The CEO waved his hand at the speed of light: "I am already the father of two children!"

Lin Ye pointed to the actor next to him: "He can do it too."

The film king hugged himself and cried, "I can't, I really can't."

Lin Ye looked desperately at the last top stylist in the world: "I have a big heart, it's not too much to love three people at the same time."

The stylist made a pose, covered his face with his hands and said shyly, "What are you talking about, baby? It's not like you don't know what people want."

Lin Ye: "..."

What about pampering me unconditionally?Am I not your favorite baby?

·

Later, Lin Ye got a fever at home and called the three big brothers one by one.

The president whispered softly: "Hey, lie down and don't move. I'll order medicine for you. Remember to open the door later." Then he turned his head and sent a text message to the protagonist Gong.

The film king coaxed: "The doctor is on his way, baby hold on." Then he turned around and called the protagonist.

The stylist burst into tears: "Hold on, my darling, I'll be there soon!" Then he turned and went to the protagonist Gong's office.

In the middle of the night, Lin Ye looked at the protagonist Gong who appeared in front of her, holding the medicine box in one hand and holding the doctor in the other, sweating profusely but ignoring it completely, her eyes were full of worry, and her brain froze.

Am I wearing the wrong book?Is this different from the original plot?

·

After finishing their working careers, the three social animals who go through the bookstore meet together to find a copy for retirement.

When I arrived, I found out that there was a big problem!Why doesn't this cannon fodder follow the plot? !

>Sand sculpture and capable of superficial obedience × white cut black giant can pretend to be president attack

>1v1, HE, sand glyph, one silly, one diao