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Chapter 151 Proud Boy

"boom!"

The sound of the chair being kicked to the ground was deafening.

"You know, I feel like a fool for all these fucking years!"

This was the first time Cheng Mu had quarreled with Xia Yin since he was so old.

The scornful young man seemed to be covered with thorns, and even his tone was different from the previous harshness.

"I will continue to draw, because I thought I must give you an explanation."

"The Golden Wind Award is the best competition award in the architectural world. If I win this award, please let yourself go...and let me go."

"From now on, I won't draw for you." Cheng Mu murmured as if talking to himself.

So who is it for?
The boy didn't find the answer.

After that night.

Time passes like water, the sun will still rise tomorrow morning, and the earth is still functioning normally.

The difference is that Xia Yin broke up with that man.

But she came home less often than usual, and the only need for the two of them to communicate was to check Cheng Mu's design drawings.

And the father who said he would come back soon did come back a few years ago.

When Cheng Mu learned the news, he was standing at the entrance of the alley holding an iron rod, stepping on the hands of the gangster lying on the ground.

He returned to his old house and met the man who he remembered as being handsome, noble, and looking slightly tired.

That day, Mr. Cheng seemed to be very happy. When he saw Cheng Mu coming, he hurriedly greeted him and said:

"Stinky boy, your father is back! What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and call someone, didn't you always ask your father to come back soon when you were a child?"

At that time, the young man had just finished the fight, and there was still a trace of blood on his fair face. The smell of blood was strong when his nose was twitching.

Faced with the old man's excited words and Cheng Qi's indifferent attitude, Cheng Mu sneered without saying a word. Veins popped up in his hands, and he clenched his fists and swung it at the man's face.

With the exclamations of the servants below, the Cheng family's old house was completely in chaos.

But at that time, Cheng Mu only had one thought in his mind: "Sometimes, violence can really fucking solve problems."

Although the consequence was that Mr. Cheng lost his temper at him.

"You brat! Do you know how your father came back? The car broke down on the way, and the wallet was stolen. He had nothing to eat and sleep in the open along the way! He has a low fever! He is exhausted! You can still do it like this!"

Cheng Mu said nothing, Mo Mou glanced at the man lying weakly in the room with the salt water hanging, and wiped away the blood on his face expressionlessly.

The old man got angry when he saw his kindness: "I know you are doing it for your mother, but he is still your father after all! If you continue to make trouble like this, the family will not be able to survive!"

The old man said so many words, but only these words, "He is still your father." entered the young man's ears.

Cheng Mu twitched the corners of his lips, his voice a little hoarse.

"So you think he is still my dad after being gone for so many years?"

"Grandpa, it turns out you are also on the adults' side."

Mr. Cheng froze, remained silent for a moment, and sighed.

"Cheng Cheng, when you get older, you will realize that this life is too long, and there are some things that you have to make do with."

Can't you just make do with some problems?
As long as someone in your family is willing to make do with each other, can't you be reunited?
Cheng Mu understands what Mr. Cheng said.

but.

He is a teenager now, not an old man.

A proud young man wants to be glorious, carefree and fearless. He wants to use all his youthful time to write about romance and rebellion. From then on, he blossoms like a brocade and moves forward, stubbornly becoming his own treasure and pride.

(End of this chapter)