They all said the school grass likes me

Zhou Yu still had a set of physics problems to solve, thinking that Zhong Yue must be busy too, so he stopped chatting with him.

After returning home and studying all night, I checked Moments before going to bed, and sure enough, Zhong Yue posted a new photo, which was a fishing port at night.

The fishing boats parked neatly at the pier, the lights flickering faintly in the night, with only a simple expression representing good night, and a row of likes neater than the fishing boats underneath.

In the next few days, life was pretty much the same, Zhou Yu reduced the amount of papers he did, and instead studied the content of the class.

The teaching progress in the attached middle school was slow, so he had to learn faster. After school started, he had to ask Lao Lin, the head teacher, if he could help me get the class notes from Huaiyuan Middle School opposite.

It was business as usual on Friday, Zhou Yu got off his self-study, went home and continued to do the problems.

In the past few days, the start of fishing was approaching, Zhou Wenhui came back very late every day, and basically only the two of them could see each other in the morning.

Zhou Yu originally thought it would be about the same tonight, but he didn't expect the phone to keep ringing just after nine o'clock. He picked it up and saw that the caller was Zhou Wenhui.

Usually Zhou Wenhui would not call him like this, he would send a message first to make sure Zhou Yufang was inconvenient before calling.

So someone else used his mobile phone to make a call. There are many possibilities for this situation, but the most common one is...

Zhou Yu pursed his lips and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

Sure enough, the opposite person smiled happily, slurring his words: "Hello, are you Mr. Zhou's son? Your dad drank too much. We'll take him downstairs to your house later. Come and pick him up?"

"Okay, I see." Zhou Yu hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Just as he thought, Zhou Wenhui drank too much again.

Zhou Yu took a cattail fan for repelling mosquitoes, changed his shoes and went downstairs.

In fact, Zhou Wenhui has a good capacity for alcohol, and he only gets drunk when he is in a good mood—this time it is obviously because he is going to sail the sea and make money, so he got drunk first to celebrate.

In fact, every time Zhou Wenhui drank too much, it was a headache, because he would hang on Zhou Yu and vomit while hugging the toilet. He couldn't even change his clothes, and Zhou Yu had to take care of everything...

But these were not the parts that bothered Zhou Yu the most.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, two light-colored car light beams were reflected at the corner of the small road in the distance, and the car drove up to Zhou Yu and stopped.

The driver got out of the car, and the person sitting in the back seat also got out of the car. The two of them worked together to help Zhou Wenhui out of the car, and staggered towards Zhou Yu with a playful smile on his face.

The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and Zhou Yu barely controlled himself to guess that he didn't frown.

"Xiao Zhou! Take good care of Mr. Zhou!" The other party yelled, and patted Zhou Yu's shoulder vigorously with excessive enthusiasm after drinking.

The car drove away again, and Zhou Yu was left to lead the drunk Zhou Wenhui upstairs.

Zhou Wenhui couldn't stand upright now, and most of his weight was on Zhou Yu's body. All the way into the elevator, he was half asleep and half awake, with his head on Zhou Yu's shoulder and dozing off.

It wasn't until the elevator door sounded "ding" that he muttered a few words as if waking up from a dream, and grabbed Zhou Yu's arm: "Son, where did you go today?"

Zhou Yu pressed the floor button, closed the door, and then replied, "Go to the study room."

"What self-study room?" Zhou Wenhui murmured, "I know how to read your broken books all day long, but I don't know what's the use of them."

Zhou Yu bit his lip and said nothing. If he refuted now, Zhou Wenhui's voice would be louder and disturb the neighbors.

But drunk people don't know when enough is enough. Zhou Wenhui continued to talk eloquently: "How good is it for you to learn how to do business with your father? You are smart, and you will definitely make a lot of money by doing business..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and before he finished speaking, he fell asleep on Zhou Yu's shoulder again with a thud.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes in the elevator, these words pierced his heart again and again like reflected laser light in the small space.

That's why he didn't like Zhou Wenhui getting drunk.

Every time he got drunk, his dad seemed to be a different person, saying things that made him uncomfortable over and over again.

After entering the house, Zhou Yu stood outside the bathroom door with warm boiled water and waited for Zhou Wenhui to finish vomiting, but now his heart was pure.

Zhou Wenhui finally vomited, rinsed his mouth, and clasped Zhou Yu's arm and said, "Son, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Zhou Yu took the cup that Zhou Wenhui handed over, "Dad, go to sleep."

"Okay." Zhou Wenhui put his arms around Zhou Yu, walking a little wobbly, "This year you are on vacation and come directly to Dad's company for an internship. Dad will pay you a salary. When you become an adult, he can come in at any time and let you be a manager. You can enjoy yourself if you want. Whatever you want to do, it’s up to you.”

"Dad, I have to study during the holidays." Zhou Yu whispered, "I'm going to take the college entrance examination."

"Gao... what kind of test, you can get it if you are a fool." Zhou Wenhui laughed, and he still spoke slowly, "Do you want to study? Dad sent you abroad. You can choose whatever major or degree you want."

"I don't want you to send it." Zhou Yu said, "I want to take the test myself."

Although he knew it was better to coax Zhou Wenhui at this time, he would be broken when he woke up anyway, but Zhou Yu didn't want to coax him only about this.

Zhou Wenhui frowned, and spoke in a mixture of Chongqing dialect and Mandarin: "Your baby is really a scumbag...to get into a prestigious university, and to work for others in the future. Dad has the strength to pave the way for you. Why are you doing that? What kind of books do you have to waste your time reading if you don’t enjoy good fortune?”

Zhou Yu had heard these words many times, and every time he heard them, he felt sad.

The saddest thing is that Zhou Yu and Zhou Wenhui have repeatedly said that he wants to work hard to get into a good school. Every time Zhou Wenhui expresses his understanding and only gently persuades him not to be too tired. He said this after drunk, which just shows this It is his true words.

It would be great if Zhou Wenhui treated Zhou Yu badly. He could fight fiercely and argue with him, but except for this matter, Zhou Wenhui treated him well. After waking up, he didn't remember anything, which made Zhou Yu even lose his temper. If he can't come out, there is only depression and confusion that can only be digested by himself.

Zhou Yu helped Zhou Wenhui change into pajamas, and leaned against the door waiting for him to fall asleep.

Feeling bored, I refreshed my circle of friends habitually. After the list of friends expanded to more than 30 people, the circle of friends became much richer.He found that the students were either preparing to start fishing at the pier, or posting some news about eating, drinking and having fun.

These seem to be the look that his father will like.

Zhou Yu suddenly couldn't understand that in this group of friends, the one who insisted on "working hard" was the one who seemed different.

He feels that his persistence is meaningful, including now that he also feels the same way. He wants to get into a good school and doesn’t want to do business with his father. He doesn’t like doing business. It doesn’t matter if it’s a bit hard and tiring. This is the path he wants to take. .

But he couldn't refute Zhou Wenhui's words, and now he seemed to be silently opposed by everyone around him.

Just... Suddenly I was at a loss.

Zhou Yu refreshed the screen countless times unconsciously, but the restlessness in his heart still had no place to rest, and when he looked up and saw his father remembering those words just now, he was even more annoyed.

He opened Moments, edited a bunch of words, and finally deleted them all, and sent them as a period.

He didn't post on Moments before, probably because he was assimilated.

I have to admit that even just saying a full stop is much more comfortable than being bored in my heart.

Zhou Wenhui drank too much and fell into a deep sleep within a few minutes.

It was only after hearing his even snoring that Zhou Yu felt tired. He was about to wash up and take a rest when the phone vibrated suddenly and the screen turned on.

- Zhong Yue: Are you okay?

Zhou Yu was taken aback.

It must be because of that circle of friends, so Zhong Yue came to ask.

This is the first time someone came up to him and asked him what's wrong. All the grievances and depression didn't even need to be said. The moment he saw this line of concern, it seemed that he had an outlet.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes, feeling an indescribable soreness in his heart.

No wonder this guy is popular.

It's so foul to be considerate.