Flash marriage does not end well

When the payment failure interface popped up on the mobile phone, Lin Qian paused for two seconds. One second was used to mentally calculate the rationality of every recent expense and the due balance of the bank card, and the other second burst out with amazing acting skills. Holding the mobile phone high, under the urging eyes of the clerk and the queuing people behind him, he calmly pretended to complain "Why is the Internet here so bad", and then let it go aside as a matter of course, and smiled and said to the aunt who looked at me intentionally or unintentionally "You first, you first", while flying his fingers, he quickly poked his friend Han Dong's WeChat to borrow money.

"Yes? Lend me two hundred."

The opposite Han Dong replied in seconds: "No, borrow money from me when you have time, why don't you go to your stupid boss and ask for the suppressed bonus."

Lin Qian raised her phone again, turned on the camera, and snapped a photo of her son Wen Yang not far away.Xiao Wenyang is eight years old this year. He is tender, good-looking, and extremely intelligent. The only fly in his ointment is that he is obviously shorter than his peers due to lack of nutrition.

The pictures that were taken were handed over to Han Dong.

"Your eldest nephew is waiting for dinner."

Wen Yang, who was captured, seemed to be aware of something telepathically when he pressed the shutter. His watery grape-like eyes happened to look at the camera. He was sitting in a noodle shop with such a poor environment that even two identical chairs could not be made together. At first glance, the composition style is very close to the publicity pictures of some youth charity projects-the kind that would feel guilty if you don't click the link to donate a few dollars.

Han Dong replied with a short ellipsis to express his speechlessness, and then a transfer message popped up on the screen.After Lin Qian collected the money, she regained confidence, turned around and smiled at the clerk in front of the counter: "Finally there is a signal, do you still need to line up again?"

The clerk glanced up at him, nodded plainly, and re-checked the meal with Lin Qian: "Two bowls of shredded pork noodles, one with eggs and the other without?"

"Yes." After Lin Qian finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the price list again, and changed his words, "Forget it, let's replace the bowl of shredded pork noodles without eggs with green vegetable noodles."

Two bowls of noodles were brought to the table steaming hot. Lin Qian picked up the chopsticks to help his son mix the noodles, but when he looked up, he saw him stretching his neck and looking straight behind her.Lin Qian turned around and found that it was a TV, it seemed to be a financial channel, and it was broadcasting an exclusive interview with a famous young entrepreneur at this moment.He only looked at it for two seconds before turning his head back without interest, and continued to mix the noodles diligently. After finishing, he pushed the bowl forward and knocked on the table.

"Eat."

Little Wenyang was brought back to his senses, he rolled up a ball of noodles with chopsticks, but instead of eating, he asked, "Dad, is it possible that the person on TV is also my father?"

Lin Qian was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, without raising her head, she denied it simply and decisively: "It's impossible."

"Oh," Xiao Wenyang paused for a second, but he was obviously not completely convinced, "but this person is also surnamed Wen, and there are pictures of him when he was a child on TV, and he looks exactly like me."

"What nonsense?" Lin Qian was finally willing to look up from the noodle bowl, "Did he look as good-looking as you when he was young?"

"But……"

Little Wenyang said "but" for a long time and there was no "but" again. He was forced to start eating noodles and only took two bites. He couldn't help asking: "Dad, we started physiology class this semester. Said, I should have a father, or a mother."

Lin Qian was stunned, staring at his son who was praised by the teacher for being smart for two seconds, "You have to take physiology class to know about this kind of thing?"

Xiao Wenyang's eyes were full of innocence: "I used to think that I was a genius in heaven, and I could just live alone."

"..."

In Lin Qian's mind, Han Dong repeated the bad words over and over again, "Don't think that everything will be fine after you give birth to a worry-free son. You should pay more attention to Yangyang, play with him and talk to him more. Don't worry about Tian'er's work on money - I haven't seen you earn a lot of money, and it's not that the surname Wen didn't give you money, and you need an Omega to work hard." Looking at his son's face, the hands As soon as I loosened, I felt uncomfortable.

Could it be that there was too little communication, so that the young son lived through such a big misunderstanding for so many years?

Little Wenyang didn't know that his father's heart was turning upside down at the moment, so he continued to ask the bottom line: "Then what about my other father or mother?"

Lin Qian was brought back to his senses by this sentence, thought for a while, and then put on a sad look: "Dead."

"Oh..." Xiao Wenyang's eyes drooped, feeling very regretful. After a while, he seemed to think of something again, and asked, "Where is it buried? When will you take me to worship? My classmates and others will burn paper on Ching Ming Festival." , I don't have to burn..."

The interview on the TV behind the scenes continued, and it happened to be in the part of the face-to-face interview with the reporter.Although the human voice from the old stereo was distorted and distorted, it still aroused some instinctive reactions of the ear nerves.

Lin Qian didn't look back, holding up his chopsticks and looking down at the child in front of him - he might be the only one in the world who dared to think about burning paper for Wen Zhihan. The father had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of precepts and deeds, so he quickly changed into a serious expression, with a small dent in the center of his brow:

"I said classmate Wen Yang, at such a young age, how can you be so mentally competitive?"

Sure enough, the child was bluffed, hugged the noodle bowl as if grasping for a life-saving straw, and ate the noodles obediently.

Lin Qian was very satisfied, and at the same time changed the policy, combining hardness with softness, and began to talk nonsense in a gentle voice, making the story more complete: "...your other father is a pilot, but the plane crashed, and the plane destroyed people. dead, not even a piece of clothing was found, so of course it was not buried..."