Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 151 Indifference
Facing his furious father, Ziqiao looked at him blankly and said, do you know how much I was wronged when I was a child?My matts are used on both sides, and my classmates laugh at me, but I just want to save some money for my mother.

In order to pay off my mother's debts, I only ate one small sesame seed cake a day, and I also ate steamed buns that my classmates didn't want... Not to mention my mother, she is less than thirty, and her hair is white...

Ziqiao remembered the past, and his mother and grandmother were reluctant to mention the past disasters, but they had already taken root in his heart, and it was a hurdle that was not easy to pass.

Cheng Weize was a little speechless.

The son doesn't know how to use vocabulary to complain about him, but what he did was clearly complaining. What he said can be summed up in one sentence: You are not qualified to educate me!

Ziqiao wasn't too heavy, it passed after he said it, and he was already impatient. The little cousin at the door rushed out with a gun, and kept yelling at him to come out quickly, but his father kept chattering. educate yourself.

So I asked: "Dad, have you done what you said to me? My grandma said that I can't be like you when I grow up..."

Cheng Weize slapped him with a single slap.

Cheng Ziqiao covered his face and cried.

Grandma rushed over and scolded Cheng Weize, saying: "You have always been ashamed of their mother and son, and now is not the time to fight each other. Are you trying to break up your father-son relationship?"

What Cheng Weize wanted to say, grandma pushed Cheng Ziqiao out, and said, "Don't worry about him anymore, these years you're not here, he's the best in academics, and the personality teacher kept praising him, you just ignore him, he won't accept it. "

Cheng Weize didn't want to take care of this son anymore, and Cheng Ziqiao was about to run away when he saw him, and the relationship between father and son didn't warm up at all.

People often say that blood is thicker than water, but it doesn't work here in Ziqiao.

Grandma said it would be good to grow up.

Cheng Weize said, this kid is a white-eyed wolf who was knocked out by that bastard surnamed Jiang every day with sugar-coated bombs. He is betraying his family and defecting to the enemy.

Ziqiao looked down on his father to some extent. Although he was considered a rich man now, compared with Jiang Chunhui, he was nothing.

To say that Ziqiao is an eye for influence would really be wronging him. Jiang Chunhui is very patient and willing to coax him when he is free.

He said that his life is too hard in this life. With two daughters, even if his future family fortune is great and no one will inherit it, it will be boring. He also said that he will never give up without a son in this life.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't like his weird talks. Originally, she enrolled her son in a boxing class, in order to keep him fit and not be bullied by others, but he didn't like it, so Jiang Chunhui enrolled him in a boxing class that he liked. painting class.

He said that Ziqiao inherited his mother's traits of liking painting.

Sang Xiaoyu felt that it would be difficult for boys to find a job after learning to paint, especially he didn't like the style of male painters. They all combed their long hair and insisted on dressing themselves as artists regardless of their painting skills.

But Ziqiao likes it.

Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to give in.

Jiang Chunhui bought a lot of toys for Ziqiao, all of which were military equipment. Sang Xiaoyu said that the house really couldn't fit them, and he couldn't bear to give them to Ziqiao.

Sang Xiaoyu said that he is no longer a child, and he puts the emphasis on learning, and told Jiang Chunhui not to buy it again.

Jiang Chunhui asked Ziqiao for his opinion, and Ziqiao said let's do some more, and make up for everything I didn't play when I was a child.

Sang Xiaoyu could only stare blankly, her son would not listen to her now unless she was really angry.

Ziqiao was the first to finish eating and went to the hut to play with new toys.

The mother asked Jiang Chunhui, how old was the handsome young man who was often with him?Is there an object?He also said that the neighbor Wang's family has a beautiful daughter.

Jiang Chunhui sighed and said, "Something happened to him recently."

Sang Xiaoyu only knew his company's driver and Xiao Liu. This Xiao Liu was the legal adviser of Jiang Chunhui's company. He was small. Jiang Chunhui said that he was only three years younger than himself.

The mother immediately asked: "Then he has a partner?"

Jiang Chunhui said: "Not only does he have a partner, but his son is three or four years old."

Mother shook her head and said no, why is she so small.

Sang Xiaoyu asked: "What happened to him?"

Jiang Chunhui said, "It's a legal matter."

Sang Xiaoyu asked nervously, "Is it big?"

Jiang Chunhui nodded.

Sang Xiaoyu said: "I don't understand legal matters, but you have to help him."

Jiang Chunhui spread his hands and said, "How can I help? This kid is good in everything, but his mouth is bad. I've told him countless times."

The mother also asked: "What's the matter, are you going to jail?"

Jiang Chunhui said: "I don't know what's wrong with this kid. Now he has learned the art of reading from an outsider. I heard that his calculations are quite accurate."

Sang Xiaoyu asked inexplicably: "Foretelling is also against the law? I only heard that the urban management sometimes drives them away, but I didn't hear that it would violate the law."

Jiang Chunhui said, "Then you don't know what he did."

Sang Xiaoyu and her mother asked together: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Chunhui said: "Two days ago, he was giving a fortune-telling to an old man, who was in his seventies and eighties, and they drank tea in several small taverns on the third floor, and talked about fortune-telling while drinking.

He said that he is a long-lived person, and he guaranteed that he could live to 99.

The old man is very persistent, asking if he can't do it for another year?Get it all together.

He may have drunk too much that day, and he said that he can't do it for a day. This is a certainty.

No one can break it, the old man doesn't believe it, he says he is bullshit, he swears that it is absolutely accurate, and he also said to let the old man relax, eat whatever you like, play whatever you like, don't have any scruples.

The old man is also stubborn. Under his repeated assurances, he pushed open a window on the third floor and jumped down. While jumping, he said that I am not lucky. I will try to make sure...

Don't ask, the old man will die if he jumps off, he's got trouble..."

Sang Xiaoyu thought for a while before realizing it. She laughed so much that she was about to spit out food, and pointed at Jiang Chunhui with chopsticks and called him a rascal.

Before the mother could react, she asked the old man if he was really dead?How many years will he be sentenced to?

Sang Xiaoyu covered her stomach with laughter, and it took a long time to tell her mother that he was talking nonsense and telling a joke.

Only then did my mother come to her senses, and laughed along with her.

Sang Xiaoyu's smile was full of laughter, her silhouette showed a bumpy figure in the afterglow of the setting sun, her long straight hair was hanging behind her, that melodious laughter made Jiang Chunhui's heart throb, she was so happy The time is so beautiful, and they are so perfect at this time.

My mother is a person who has insight into current affairs. Seeing Jiang Chunhui's confused eyes, she shirked that she had something to do.

She said that she was going to Uncle Wang's house to take care of him. A few days ago, the old man sprained his ankle while walking, and now it is inconvenient to walk, and there is no one to take care of him.

Sang Xiaoyu asked his mother to go there quickly. After such a long time, he might not be able to call anyone if something happened.

My mother put the prepared dishes in a thermos bucket and said that he couldn't eat much by himself.

Ziqiao insisted on going there, saying that Uncle Wang's house was more spacious than theirs, and he carried a schoolbag.

Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but Ziqiao couldn't leave his mother for a moment.

(End of this chapter)