I ran away after teasing the boss

There is one thing, Shen Cong didn't lie.

Their family did open a martial arts gym, and he might indeed inherit the martial arts gym in the future.

But he couldn't compete with others like other brothers in the martial arts hall, and he couldn't win gold medals as everyone expected when he was a child, and carry forward the name of Jinghong Martial Arts.

Shen Shichang, a serious and strict father, raised him as an heir to the mantle since he was a child, and taught him martial arts since his fourth birthday.

Shen Cong is talented, intelligent, obedient and obedient. He has endured hardships, but he is also afraid that the thick cane will fall down and hit his palms, and he is also afraid that his father will get angry. He has never rebelled at all.

He is well-behaved and gentle, born fair and clean, not at all like Shen Shichang's resolute, rough and brave tough guy, but more like the weak painter's mother Mei Yinan.

Mei Yinan was born gracefully like a spring flower in March, she speaks softly like a whisper in her ears, she does things gently and slowly, but she is also the most afraid of pain, and she doesn't like men competing for fights the most, and locks herself in the painter's house whenever she has troubles. draw in.

Mei Yinan quarreled with Shen Shichang once about Shen Cong's martial arts practice, but it was no match for Shen Shichang's strength.

As a result, Mei Yinan spent a lot more time painting.

As he got older, Shen Cong was indoctrinated with the pressure of inheriting the martial arts school, and he did rely on unremitting efforts. He didn't cry out when he was beaten, and he got up when he fell, and practiced over and over again... Cong has surpassed his peers in martial arts by a lot. Shen Shichang even took him to participate in countless martial arts exchanges and researches at home and abroad. Because he was born gentle and well-behaved, many uncles liked to tease him, jokingly saying that he "fights like a scholar." ".

Everyone felt that Shen Cong would inherit the martial arts gym and win the national martial arts championship like his father.

When Shen Cong was a teenager, he firmly believed that this was his destiny.

is his only dream.

In the second year of high school, he and Xie Zhi participated in the summer camp and encountered heavy rain on the mountain. Xie Zhi accidentally slipped and rolled down the hillside. The place is full of messy weeds and gravel.

The speed of the rolling accelerated, and the wounds on their bodies were pulled apart. When Xie Zhi's head was about to hit the stone, Shen Cong wrapped his right hand around his head and protected him in his arms.

After finally stopping, Xie Zhi’s head was bleeding from rubbing, his face was pale and weak, he twitched his hands in panic and anxiety, his mind was buzzing and said: "Shen Cong...Shen Cong...I, my hand... ...What should I do? It seems, it seems that I can't move..."

At that time, Xie Zhi was already well-known among his peers for playing the violin.

The hands that play the violin are very precious.

Shen Cong's right arm seemed to be shattered but he didn't say a word. He bit his thin lip and staggered up, trying to help him up: "Go, go to the hospital."

Xie Zhi sprained his ankle, so he had to put all his weight on him. The blood on his face looked terrible after being washed by the rain. He leaned on Shen Cong's shoulder in a dazed state, panting heavily: "I can't go, I will No more."

As he spoke, he passed out.

Shen Cong didn't dare to stay, and picked up Xie Zhi, who was the same size, on his back. He staggered down the mountain ignoring the severe pain in his right hand. The rain spread desperately over his hair, ears, and cheeks, constantly blurring Shen Cong's vision. There was a flash of thunder, and the branches "creaked and creaked" crazily trembled, as if every thunderbolt full of power was about to hit them.

The search and rescue team found them at the foot of the mountain, and Shen Cong passed out as soon as he put down Xie Zhi.

Fortunately, Xie Zhi's injuries were not serious, and he could recover with a little treatment, which would not delay his playing the violin.

However, Shen Cong's right hand was fractured, coupled with long-term shifting use, that hand was treated by a doctor and put on a plaster cast. Even if it recovered 70%, it could never return to its original state, nor could it let go of the training like the brothers.

It seemed that at that moment, all the stars in Shen Cong fell, and the raging tide ebbed rapidly.

Because of this, Shen Shichang and Mei Yinan quarreled for the second time behind his back, and Shen Cong, who couldn't sleep due to the pain in his arms, went downstairs to drink water through the crack of the door, and every sentence fell into his ears very clearly, and it would also be the same. He suddenly pressed into another hell.

The content ranges from martial arts practice to divorce, revealing little by little their feud over the years, and also revealing Mei Yinan's years of forbearance, suffering because of Shen Cong and never getting a divorce...

Shen Cong is like a flower in a greenhouse, suddenly placed outside to withstand the wind and rain outside.

He didn't dare to stay at home, he was afraid of seeing Mei Yinan's forced smile, and it would be difficult for him to face the family that was about to be torn apart, he was afraid of seeing the sympathetic eyes of his seniors who stabbed him mercilessly like needles, making him feel helpless. hide away.

So I went to school with a plaster cast on my arm, trying to use my homework to shield everything from the outside world.

Although the teacher took care of him and refused to let him do his homework, Shen Cong would try to write with his left hand, which was crooked and ugly.His classmates and friends didn't know how to comfort him, Ye Jiayu and Fan Mingzhe were often absent, and Xie Zhi came to him every now and then after he was discharged from the hospital, trying to take care of him in every possible way, the guilt in his eyes was beyond words...

Shen Cong couldn't bear it and liked to find a place to hide.

Huaxin has a disused old teaching building. Shen Cong likes to hide in the first classroom on the first floor, listening to music in the corner, and sitting against the wall to see the lush camphor trees planted outside the window.

As if he needed a gap to vent his words, when he picked up the chalk and was about to write something, he found two lines written in the corner of the wall.

[Parents want me to inherit the family business again, how old are they and they still want to manipulate me?I just want to play games]

The font is flamboyant, the pen is sharp, and it is a good handwriting. It is not difficult to see that the writer is wanton and romantic.

... Like a eugenic who went astray and became addicted to the Internet, he is still going through the most important changes in his life.Shen Cong was a little moved, and the thin-lipped Weimin couldn't help admonishing the bear child to write a line below that sentence.

【Playing games is not an excuse for you to get rid of manipulation】

It doesn't matter, whether the subject will see it or not.Shen Cong turned around and looked for the other corner to take a breath, and wrote down a sentence seriously.

[I hope that my parents will not divorce, and I also hope that my hands can be raised well, so that I can live up to my father's expectations]

After two days like this, when he came again, under the corner of the wall on the right side, under the words of Shen Congse Li Nei Ren, it was written in flamboyant characters.

[Correction, it's not playing games, it's becoming a programmer!It’s just that I hope to develop a game that is popular all over the country in the future]

【Well, it's an ordinary and very simple dream】

……dream?

Shen Cong read these two sentences several times, and he could almost see the wanton arrogance of the subject when writing these two sentences, and he was a little ashamed because he misunderstood the other party's words and accusations, so he wrote another sentence behind.

【Come on, you can do it. 】

And under the wall on his left side, there are more words of "Xinglongfeifengwu", responding to his last sentence, with a cynical tone as usual.

[Why do you think so much?If you hurt your hand, go eat some delicious food, eat enough on the street outside the school, don’t treat yourself badly]

Shen Cong: "Eh...?"

Shen Cong held the chalk, hesitated for a while and did not leave a message.

After school in the afternoon, the well-behaved man listened to the words of an unknown pen pal and found a snack street near the school. Although his right hand is inconvenient, he still bought some food on both sides of the bustling street and walked like the people on the street. While eating... Since the food is full of spicy flavors, the more spicy the better, the more spicy you want to eat, it's hard to stop.

The feeling of fullness in the abdomen and the spicy taste between the lips and teeth alleviated a lot of depression.

These were all things that he had never had the opportunity to touch when he was practicing martial arts before. All his time was managed in an orderly manner by Shen Shichang, and he was not allowed to waste a little time.Therefore, many things seem very novel to him.

Then, the next day, he wrote on the wall.

[They are all delicious, thank you. 】

Words don't always appear on the walls, but it's all after Wednesday.

[A programmer who doesn't want to be the first in age is not a good student!Students who can't get full marks in mathematics are not good programmers! 】

Shen Cong looked at the text full of fighting spirit, the tip of his heart was gently brushed, and the hollowed out corner of his heart seemed to be filled with something called "dream", and he was constantly encouraged by the reserve programmer who "doesn't want to inherit the family business".

It seems that he has never asked himself what he wants to be, what kind of person he wants to become, and he has never tried to touch something called a dream.

... like a manipulative marionette who never once said "no" to his parents.

Then, he took a chalk and wrote a sentence below: [Thanks for your hard work OvO, let’s eat something delicious]

Xie Zhi asked Shen Cong a headache, so he simply ate in the cafeteria and talked straight to the point. He said seriously: "Brother Xie, my hands have nothing to do with you. I want to carry you down the mountain. Even without you, my hands still can't do it." to compete again.”

Unexpectedly, Xie Zhi came here every now and then to deliver milk and snacks, instead he asked him to go shopping and watch a movie, stuffing movie tickets for him to go.

Shen Cong was at a loss.

Ye Jiayu looked at the movie ticket, hugged his chest and said inscrutably, "If you really go, it will be really fatal."

Shen Cong was at a loss and didn't understand what he meant. He didn't know whether to listen to Brother Xie or Ye Jiayu. He hesitated and hid in the small classroom for a long time. Finally, he pressed the movie ticket with a brick, and then Ask for pen pals on the right wall.

[Programmer, can you help me... go to the movies? 】

When he saw Xie Zhi again on Monday, Xie Zhi nodded slightly at him, looked at him with a complicated expression, turned around and left, causing Shen Cong to look puzzled, and he resolved his confusion when he went to look at the wall on Monday afternoon.

【Very good, I invite you to watch OvO too】

Shen Cong looked at the sincere expression: "?"

A new movie ticket was pressed under the brick, and it was the seven o'clock movie on Monday afternoon.He didn't reject the invitation of his pen pal, so he obediently went there after school in the afternoon with the movie ticket, and watched the often two-hour...horror movie in the dark and lonely movie theater.

Shen Cong was afraid of ghosts and was terrified in the movie theater.

[Bad guys! 】