Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 639 653 [Deep love between father and son] (three more)

The gala dinner ends at 10:30pm.

As the male protagonist who came out halfway through this dinner, Song Zhichao's father, Song Haiming, was already a little drunk.

Wuliangye is really good wine.

Song Haiming has never drank such a good wine in most of his life - he drank a lot, but he was only slightly tipsy.

As a distinguished guest from Russia, Chekhov treated Song Haiming very politely throughout the dinner. At first, Song Haiming felt a little uncomfortable. After drinking too much wine, he let go. Respect, the feeling of being praised is really cool.

Fang Guoqing is also an old man in the officialdom, and he is very accurate in this kind of occasion. Therefore, when toasting, he is also in place, giving Song Haiming enough face, praising him as a working people who keeps his true colors, and saying that he is a southerner. The city gave birth to a good son, who is down-to-earth, hard-working, and knows how to serve the country and the people.

With so many high hats on, Song Haiming was even more ecstatic.

Zhao Tiezhu is a capable person. He knew that he had offended Song Haiming before, so after a very sincere apology, he began to keep a low profile during the banquet, trying not to show his head, but left the whole limelight to Song Haiming and others.It was obvious that what he did was effective, at least it made Song Zhichao's hidden anger dissipate a lot.It can be regarded as a escape.

After the banquet, Zhao Tiezhu wanted to send Song Zhichao and his son back, but Song Zhichao refused.Helpless, Zhao Tiezhu could only salivate and send Fang Guoqing back.

Fang Guoqing asked for a Santana, and he wanted to leave the red Mercedes-Benz car he was in to Song Zhichao and his son, and let them go back by car.

Song Haiming said that he rode a bicycle.

Therefore, Fang Guoqing winked at Zhao Tiezhu, and Zhao Tiezhu immediately ordered his secretary, Xiao Wang, to help Song Haiming ride Manager Song's bicycle back.

Immediately, the two groups of people took their cars and left.

Behind the car, Secretary Xiao Wang was riding the [-] Flying Pigeon against the cold wind in the cold night, stepping on the pedals with difficulty.

……

Inside the red Mercedes--
Song Haiming sat at the back, turned his head and glanced at the secretary Xiao Wang who was chasing after the rear of the car, and said worriedly, "Can he catch up?"

Song Zhichao didn't look at it, and said, "He scolded you, are you still worried about him?"

"I'm worried about my car." Song Haiming turned his face away and let out a mouthful of alcohol.

Song Zhichao glanced at Song Haiming, and Song Haiming blushed, "Well, I'm worried about him—after all, he's still a human being, and he's still a young man, and it's inevitable for young people to make mistakes."

Song Zhichao scoffed at his father Song Haiming's idea of ​​a good old man, and instead said to the driver in front of him, "Speed ​​up!"

The driver smiled knowingly, glanced at the unlucky Xiao Wang from the rearview mirror, stepped up the accelerator, and drove away.

Behind the car, the secretary Xiao Wang, who was sweating profusely, was pedaling his bicycle. He didn't expect the car in front of him to speed up suddenly. The person got out of the car and fell limply on the ground.

It's black and white, and it's still so cold, especially if you don't know where the Song family is?How to send this car back?

Secretary Xiao Wang squatted on the ground, panting, looking at the [-] Flying Pigeon, Zhao Tiezhu's order sounded in his heart, "Send the car back intact! If there is a problem, I will ask you!"

The grievance and hard work came to my heart suddenly, the secretary Xiao Wang couldn't bear it anymore, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears.

……

The Mercedes-Benz car was stopped when it was near Song's house, but it was Song Haiming who drank too much alcohol. At this time, the alcohol was getting stronger and the heater was turned on in the car.

The car stops.

Song Zhichao took a breath of the cold air outside, and then told the driver, go back, this place is not far from our house, we can just walk back.

Hearing what Song Zhichao said, the driver didn't dare to leave without authorization, so he called his leader Fang Guoqing, who told him there that everything should be done according to Song Zhichao's instructions, so the driver turned around and left slowly.

Watching the Mercedes-Benz leave, Dad Song Haiming squatted on the side of the road, looking very uncomfortable, holding his head, trying to vomit but couldn't.

Song Zhichao walked over, patted him on the back and said, "If you want to vomit, just vomit."

Song Haiming shook his head and said drunkenly, "Don't vomit——wine is expensive."

Song Zhichao was amused, so he said, "Spit it up, I'll buy you a few more bottles in the future—if it doesn't work, I'll buy the winery."

Song Haiming also smiled, raised his head, and glanced at his son: "It's nice to be rich, isn't it?"

Song Zhichao didn't speak.

Song Haiming: "Although you are very rich now, the money is not mine - I am your father. There is no father in this world who inherits his son's property."

Song Zhichao still didn't speak, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Song Haiming.

Song Haiming took the cigarette, "I used to prohibit you from smoking, but now you can let me smoke. You have really grown up."

Song Zhichao took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for Song Haiming.

Song Haiming took a puff, "No matter how old you are, no matter how rich you are, you will always be my son—since you are my son, I have to say a few words to you."

Song Haiming smoked a cigarette and spit it out, the smoke curled up and drifted in the night wind, only the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

"Money is not omnipotent. You may have known this sentence a long time ago, but I still want to tell you that sometimes money is really not omnipotent. For example, if you have money, you cannot buy health or family affection." Song Haiming felt that what he said was very reasonable.

Song Zhichao just listened, neither agreeing nor refuting.

"Okay, I admit it, I said this to cover up my uselessness and incompetence." Song Haiming suddenly smiled awkwardly, "I can't do anything well, I can't even tell a lie."

"I can't make money, and I can't make your mothers live a happy life—if it weren't for me, you wouldn't go to the south to work—this is the way in this world, people who say that money is not everything, are all those who can't earn money. Those who come with money, these words are self-consolation." Song Haiming smiled wryly, "I am in my forties this year, and my monthly salary is only a hundred yuan, and I can't even afford a bottle of good wine, let alone smoke anything. Good smoke. After you came back, I sat in a good car, ate good food, drank good wine, learned a lot, and was promoted to be a manager. Manager? It's not because I have a good son."

"Son, son, dad is today thanks to you." Song Haiming laughed and said, "If this kind of beautiful thing were replaced by someone else, I'm afraid I could wake up from my dream, but why am I so disturbed? Why are you so unhappy, why do you always wake up from your dreams in the middle of the night?"

"Do you know why?" Song Haiming looked at his son Song Zhichao, his worried eyes could be vaguely seen in the dark night.

"I'm afraid that all of this is just a dream. When I wake up from the dream, everything will return to the original." Song Haiming said, "We are a small family, and we cannot afford this kind of wealth. They promoted me to be a manager, why should I Why don’t you just stay and enjoy yourself, and come here to embarrass you? Because I want to tell others that I’m not an idler, because I’m afraid that one day I will be beaten back to my original shape, because I told myself that no matter what time I have to support myself!”

Song Zhichao put out the burning cigarette in his hand, reached out to help his father up, and said a word: "Let's go, let's go home."

"Okay, let's go home!" Song Haiming said with a smile.

Song Zhichao helped him up, let him lean on his shoulder, and staggered towards the house.

Halfway, Song Zhichao suddenly stopped, and said something in Song Haiming's ear: "No matter what I become, one thing will never change——You are my father!"

Song Haiming, who was drunk, obviously paused.

In the night——
His eye sockets were moist.

　Thanks to the book friends for the reward, and it was delivered in the middle of the night. I originally wanted to write this chapter to be a bit sensational, but I didn't expect it to become hypocritical-let's make do with it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)