you're so stubborn

Sanyuan Street was chaotic and lively, and Ou Chen felt extremely irritable.

As soon as the car stopped at the door of the teahouse, he opened the door and rushed into the teahouse, apparently forgetting to pay the fare.

Xie Lang sighed, took out his mobile phone and paid the fare, then hurriedly followed Ou Chen, and after seeing Ou Chen quickly went up to the second floor, he stopped tactfully and did not follow up.

A waiter wanted to take Xie Lang to find a seat, Xie Lang waved his hand and said no, and sat directly on the steps of the stairs.

Just like there are some things he doesn't want to be seen by Ouchen with his own eyes, he won't just take a chance to watch the shitty things behind Ouchen.

It was very quiet upstairs, but Xie Lang still dared not let go of his heart, because he was not sure when Ou Chen would explode.

It can only be guarded at such a distance.

"What's the matter? You're anxious and pale," the old man poured him a cup of tea, "Come on, have a sip of tea to calm down the fire."

Ou Chen stared at his father, crying to adults when he was sad was something he only did when he was a child, but now that he has grown up, in his father's words, he is now an adult.

Adults should no longer be so delicate like a child.

But some squeamishness has nothing to do with whether he is an adult or not, it's just because he sees someone who is kinder to him, and it's just because the kinder person gave him a kind of comfort, those well-controlled grievances and sadness are just It will flow like a flood with a broken gate.

"Father..." Ouchen cried coquettishly as soon as he opened his mouth, "I can't find my dad, and he won't answer my calls."

"If you don't answer, you're busy," the father still joked with a sense of humor before he realized the seriousness of the problem, "I'm so old and crying because I can't find my father."

"I went out to eat with Xie Lang just now." Ou Chen didn't have any thoughts at the moment, and he was in a state of saying whatever came to mind.

"Isn't that a good thing? Why are you still crying? Didn't he promise to make up with you?"

"I ran into Xu Tianhui and her new husband when I was eating." Ou Chen sniffed.

"Oh," the old man smiled, probably knowing why the child was wronged, "You think Xu Tianhui cuckolded your father, so you feel sorry for your father, right?"

Ou Chen didn't say a word.

"It's nothing, they divorced a long time ago, your father also knows about Xu Tianhui's new husband, he is quite nice, look at you, it's hard to cry like this just because of this little thing," said the old man Sighing, she took out a piece of paper and handed it to him, "Here, quickly wipe off your face and drink some tea with Dad. This tea is new today. How about you try it?"

Ou Chen didn't answer the paper, probably he was about to talk about the most grievance, so his crying became more intense, "I didn't know they were divorced and had a fight with Xu Tianhui."

The old man looked at him, turned his head slightly, and saw that Ou Chen's face was a little swollen, "Did she hit you? Does it hurt? Come here and let me see..."

That slap was nothing to Ou Chen, he shook his head and said, "I'm angry, I said she was a shameless mistress, she...she said I was adopted."

The old man paused unconsciously for a moment with his outstretched hand, but quickly returned to his natural state, and lifted Ou Chen's chin to look at his profile.

It wasn't serious, and there was no bleeding from the corner of the mouth, but it was just such a not-so-serious redness, and my father still looked at it carefully for a long time.

It's obvious what's being covered up.

"Why don't you speak?" Ou Chen pushed away his father's hand, his father's pause and hesitation that he didn't know what to say made Ou Chen's whole heart chill.

"She lied to you," the old man smiled, "Are you a three-year-old child, people say you picked it up from a trash can, and you picked it up from a trash can?"

"Then where did I come from?" Ou Chen said, "I haven't had a mother since I was a child, and I don't even have a single thing belonging to my mother at home. I used to think that my father didn't like my mother, so I didn't keep my mother at home. My mother's things, now it seems that I don't have a mother, right?"

"Chenchen..." the old man called him, but this made Ouchen explode.

"Don't call me that!" Ou Chen jumped up from the chair and kicked the chair down in despair, "I just asked you if I was adopted! Why didn't you tell me I wasn't! Why didn't you tell me that I am me Dad gave birth to it! Why didn’t you say yes to my mother’s stuff at home! It’s because your father doesn’t like your mother! Why didn’t you say that! Why!”

"Chenchen!" The old man also stood up from the chair, but before he could speak, Ouchen's cell phone rang suddenly in the atmosphere of collapse.

Ou Chen was so angry that he wanted to drop the phone and took it out of his pocket, but before it was about to break, he saw the word dad first.

"Dad..." Ou Chen picked up the phone tremblingly, calling out to Dad in a voice of grievance like a child who acts like a baby with his father because he can't eat candy.

"What's the matter? I was busy just now with so many calls."

"Xu Tianhui said I was adopted," Ou Chen said, "Dad, tell me I'm not."

Ou Ze was obviously stunned for a moment, but not for a long time, probably only for a second or two.

But hesitation is the most obvious answer.

"Why didn't you say it! Why did you hesitate! Why can't you even lie to me! Ah!" Ouchen roared in despair, and the end of his voice began to fork.

"Ou Chen! Calm down..." Ou Ze interrupted Ou Chen as soon as his words had no effect.

"Ou Chen! I'm fucking nothing! I'm nothing!" Ou Chen's urge to smash the phone was finally unbearable due to the infinite burst of anger, and he threw the phone in his hand to pieces with a single swing of his hand.

"Ouchen!"

"Ouchen!"

Father's and Xie Lang's voices sounded at the same time, but Ou Chen didn't hear any of them, he just immersed himself in his own breakdown.

It was the old man who quickly turned his head to look at Xie Lang when he heard Xie Lang's voice.

"Why are you here?" The old man waved at Xie Lang without waiting for Xie Lang's answer after asking, "Forget it, forget it, hurry up, come here and coax him."

Xie Lang came up to see Ou Chen, so he rushed to Ou Chen's side without waiting for his father to speak.

"Ou Chen?" Xie Lang held up his face and let him look at him, "Don't cry, crying won't solve the problem."

"Then tell me how I should solve it?" Ou Chen's eyes were full of tears, blinked away, overflowed, blinked again, overflowed again, he hugged Xie Lang a little tiredly, and buried his face in his In the neck, "Why didn't you stop me, if you stopped me, I wouldn't know anything, why didn't you stop me, why?"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Xie Lang was so distressed that he hugged Ou Chen tightly, comforting him one after another.

The old man looked at the two of them, shook his head and sighed, then picked up his phone and walked downstairs.

After Ou Chen said that sentence, he didn't speak any more, he was very tired and confused.

The feeling of desperately needing an answer and being covered in blood by the answer made him feel as if he was swinging on the edge of a cliff.

Swinging out is bottomless darkness, and swinging back is empty with nowhere to go.

Ou Chen wanted to stop, but he couldn't grasp anything that could make him stop, he could only wander back and forth in confusion and empty emotions.

he's scared....

Afraid that the rope on the swing will suddenly break, and the wooden board under the body will suddenly break...

Fearing that the bottomless cliff will swallow him up in the blink of an eye...

In the boundless fear, only Xie Lang in his arms is real, but Xie Lang has already pushed him far away, it is Ou Chen who wants to catch...

It's too late for him....

In this way, Ou Chen became even more afraid. He used to think that he had a lot of things, but now he looked back.

Dad wasn't his.

Xie Lang is not his.

Even Ou Ziyu is not his.

Dad...

Since he is not Ou Ze's son anymore, what qualifications can he have to climb up to Shang Ning.

Nothing.

Ou Chen cried and cried and suddenly laughed, it turned out that this is the feeling of having nothing.

Xie Lang's heart ached so much, he wanted to tell him like Ou Chen comforted himself before, Ou Chen, don't be afraid, I'm here.

But thinking about the relationship between the two now, saying such a thing is different from a handful of salt sprinkled on the wound.

And those other deceitful words are too pale for the current Ou Chen.

So Xie Lang had nothing to say, he just patted Ou Chen's back lightly, probably as if asking him to stand up on his own.

The result is naturally impossible.

Ouchen cried for a long time, and Xie Lang felt that the material on his shoulders was almost wet to his chest, and felt that the sweater he was wearing inside would wring out if Ouchen cried a little longer.

Just as he was thinking whether to tell Ou Chen to cry on another shoulder, footsteps sounded behind him.

Xie Lang turned his head, and saw Ou Chen's father walking from the stairs in a displeased manner.

"Ou Chen," Ou Ze walked to the side of the two, "stand up."

Ou Chen didn't move, Xie Lang patted him and called him softly, "Ou Chen, wake up."

Ou Chen still didn't move.

"I'll say it again," Ou Ze's voice cooled down, "Stand up."

Xie Lang wanted to call Ou Chen, so Ou Chen sniffed, raised his head from Xie Lang's neck, and then did not stand up, still maintaining his kneeling posture.

"Don't understand what I said?" Ou Ze began to frown.

"Can't stand up!" Ou Chen said in a strong nasal voice, aggrieved and fierce, "Legs are numb!"

Ou Ze froze for a moment, then sighed helplessly.

Xie Lang's legs were also a little numb, but he still suppressed the energy to laugh and went to help Ou Chen, "Come on, stand up and shake to make it go away."

Ou Chen was not polite either, he stood up while supporting Xie Lang's hand.

The moment the blood started to flow, Ouchen's long legs seemed to be wrapped in electricity, and the numb person just wanted to scream, but he held back, and didn't even shake like Xie Lang. Shaking his legs, he just stood upright and looked at his father.

Ou Ze didn't speak, but glanced at Xie Lang.

"It's time for Xie Yuyu to finish his meal. I'll call him and ask if he's home." Xie Lang said wittily, and then took his mobile phone to call Xie Yuyu's small watch, and walked downstairs quickly gone.

"Hello!" Xie Yuyu quickly picked it up, "Brother!"

"Well, did Brother Bai Luo bring you home?" Xie Lang went down to the first floor, and caught a glimpse of Ou Chen's godfather sitting at a tea table and beckoned to him. He nodded and pointed to his phone, signaling to finish the call Call over.

"No, we can't get a taxi." Xie Yuyu said.

"Is your elder brother Bai Luo by your side?" Xie Lang asked him.

"Yes... Brother Bai Luo! My brother is looking for you!"

After Xie Yuyu finished shouting, Bai Luo's voice appeared on the phone after a while, "Hello, Xie Lang."

"It's not easy to take a taxi in the mountains. Don't take them wandering around. Just wait at the entrance of the hotel. I'll call a taxi for you."

"Ah, good," Bai Luo felt a little embarrassed, "Then what... I... I don't have a taxi app, so I have to trouble you. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, just take them with you," Xie Lang said, "Then hang up first, and I'll call a car for you."

"Hey! Don't hang up, don't hang up!" Bai Luo hurriedly said, "Little Ou Ziyu was taken away by his mother. I just sent Ou Chen a WeChat message and he didn't reply to me. This...is it okay?"

"It's okay." Xie Lang felt that this person's cautiousness revealed some obedience like Xie Yuyu's, and also felt that such a gentle personality could just neutralize Ouchen's violent temper, which is very good. "You take Xie Let Yu go back to the entrance of the hotel, I will send the license plate number to Xie Yu when the car is called later."

"okay."

Xie Lang hung up the phone, clicked on the taxi-hailing app and called a special car, and then sent Xie Yuyu's small watch phone number to the driver, asking him to contact the number when he arrived, and then sent the license plate number to Xie Yuyu's WeChat.

Seeing that the child gave him an OK gesture back, he put away his phone and walked in the direction of his father.

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