Brother Gao Leng, be nice

Chapter 168 Memories ([-]) The past of the Cheng family, two more in one
As for what kind of person Cheng Zhean was, Xie Su had a certain understanding after hearing Xie Yu's description of this person.

He also knew a little about the rumored Cheng family.

The status of the Cheng family was compared to that of the Xie family.That absolutely has irrefutable absolute strength.

Cheng's father, Cheng, is successfully taking over the family business from his father's generation, and his own talent and talent for management will undoubtedly bring the Cheng family to another unattainable height in the following years.

For a while, the young and rich Cheng Zheng became famous and became the target of countless ladies who wanted to marry him.

Compared with the favor and admiration sent in the palm of his hand, Cheng Zheng completely complied with the Cheng family's historical weighing of the pros and cons of marriage, and married a family that was also extremely prestigious at the time.

The wedding was also fully in accordance with his budget, which added a lot of income to his business.

It is said that behind a glamorous family, there is often a dark side that is completely opposite to the light.

Cheng Zheng was different from Xie Yu.

Even though Xie Yu had suffered too much trauma and embarrassment towards Lin You, he couldn't completely deny that in those years before, Xie Yu had at least been sincere towards Lin You.

However, Cheng Zheng is an absolutely cold-hearted person. He will always be tied to interests in his life. As for his wife who gave birth to his eldest son Cheng Zhe'an not long after marriage, and died of illness not long after, To put it cruelly, he didn't even remember her face clearly.

From the beginning to the end, he had no love or nostalgia for that woman.

He never loved anyone.

And no matter how cold a man is, he still needs to vent.

When Cheng Zhean was a few years old, he met a free and wild female painter during a business trip.

The man's long-suppressed nature, which has been suppressed for a long time in countless depressive socializing schemes all year round, is completely ignited by that free and wild female painter.

Every night, the man's suppressed nature for many years will be fully released on the woman.

Only at that time, the reason he had fettered for many years, was revealed without any scruples in the woman's bewitching breath.

The woman wrapped around him like a fairy who had been cultivated for many years, exhaling warmly, trembling unconsciously when touched by certain movements of the man.

But even so, she seemed to be unyielding, following the man's movements, swaying and undulating.

Close to his ear, her tone was soft and moist, "Old old man... you are really... old old man..."

The man lost all reason when he heard it, and exerted more and more strength.

The inferior nature and desire to conquer in the man's bones are bound to make this unyielding woman submit to him willingly.

And every time the end of the lingering death, it naturally ends with the woman's hoarse sobs begging for mercy.

After spending so many tireless nights like this, in that unknown villa, they didn't ask about the wind and snow, and didn't ask about the future, after entangled for a while.

Until one day, the woman accidentally received a call from Cheng Zheng.

There was only an immature boy's voice on the other end of the phone, "Dad..."

And how the woman on the other end of the phone will react, no one knows.

After that, no one knew where the female painter went.

She only left a letter to Cheng Zheng, roughly meaning that, compared to short-term passion and confusion, what she yearns for in the end is boundless freedom and romance.

She abandoned him, and when she was about to lose herself, she returned to her own life track without any hesitation.

Of course, no one knew what Cheng Zheng felt when he saw the letter.

I don't know if he ever looked for her after that.

He naturally returned to the previous path of indifference and indifference, and continued to conquer the world that belonged to him.

When life was supposed to be like this, a boy suddenly appeared in front of his house, which undoubtedly made his life track deviate a little.

The boy raised his eyes, those familiar eyes undoubtedly reminded him of the woman who appeared in his life and came and went like the wind.

"Mom wants me to come here." The boy whispered softly.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the boy. In the dark, as if he didn't need to confirm anything at all, he already knew the identity of the boy.

It's his child.

After being rigorous for half his life, he finally stumbled on that woman.

The little boy is wearing a white shirt and shorts, and a sun hat. Just from the clothes, you can see the unique aesthetic concept of adults.

"Where's your mother?" Obviously he should be angry, but he still asked this sentence.

The boy is too young, and he doesn't seem to have an accurate understanding of his mother's whereabouts.

At this time, a person similar to the person in charge walked up behind him, and handed Cheng Zheng a piece of paper with a bad face.

He looked down.

The handwriting on it seemed a bit scribbled, but it could still be vaguely seen that it was roughly similar to the handwriting on the piece of paper that the woman had left for him a few years ago.

"Old old man, at this moment, I am at the bottom of a mountain that you will never find in your life. Ice cold and cold wind are sweeping me, but I don't know, when I think of you, I don't feel so scared anymore."

"Old old man, you must not know, I have the courage to give birth to a child for you, haha, your nose must be crooked in anger."

The handwriting on the back became more and more scribbled,

"Old old man, I really regret that I was too lazy at ordinary times. I never gave the child a name, and I don't know what others should call him in the future?"

"Old old man, if my hand is going to lose strength, I...maybe I will really stay far away from you this time..."

"Old old man... That child is like me, I don't know if you will like him... My child, you can't be an orphan."

The handwriting is scribbled, as if time is urgent.

Up to the last sentence, it was obviously scribbled out of shape, but for some reason, Cheng Zheng saw every word on it clearly.

"Old old man...I've always wanted to tell you...I really, really want to marry you..."

Cheng Zheng was expressionless, and understood every word above calmly.

Including the latter and relevant people, I learned about the woman who had an accident in the mountains in order to find inspiration, and died at the bottom of a very high mountain. This full sheet of paper was quietly placed in her stiff palm .

He calmly dealt with these matters, and calmly took the child to do a paternity test.

In fact, there is no need for identification at all, he already knows the final result very well.

But that document seemed to him to prove something, and the moment he had it in his hand, he had the idea of ​​everything being settled.

Not for anything else, just for this document, the only thing that could prove that woman had appeared in his life.

"Didn't your mother give you a name?" Cheng Zheng looked at the well-behaved and somewhat quiet boy in the car.

The boy looked at the extremely indifferent man in front of him, and nodded slowly.

Cheng Zheng didn't say any more, he stretched out his hand and lifted the child out of the car, and walked into the Cheng's house that he was unfamiliar with.

"From now on, your name will be Cheng Tingsheng." The man said lightly, without any surprise or panic at this inexplicable extra child.

Cheng Tingsheng kept his mouth shut and refused to respond.

And it was obvious that Cheng Zheng didn't plan to give him any time to adapt, so he called another boy who was older than him, and said softly, "This is Cheng Zhe'an, and he will be your brother from now on, did you hear me?"

Cheng Zhe'an stood aside, looking at the tender child in front of him, and listening to his father's few words.

There was a gloomy look in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up. He smiled, took Cheng Tingsheng's hand, and said very affectionately: "Are you my brother? That's great. I'm now It's my brother."

Cheng Tingsheng still refused to speak out, he didn't know any of these people, and he cried tremblingly: "I... want my mother..."

Hearing his mother's words, Cheng Zheng's irritability, which had been suppressed for a day, suddenly burst out, he frowned slightly, looked at Cheng Tingsheng, and said in a cold voice: "You are not allowed to cry in front of me.

"You will never see your mother in this life, never let me hear these two words."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and called the housekeeper, "Clean up the room for him, and dinner must be ready before I come out."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Tingsheng was left stunned, and Cheng Zhe'an, who had a smirk on his face, walked into the study.

He turned his eyes and looked at the direction Cheng Zheng left, and let go of Cheng Tingsheng's hand, as if something dirty was stuck on it, and kept wiping his hand.

Cheng Tingsheng was so shocked by the speed of his face-changing that he forgot to react.

Cheng Zhe'an wiped his hands, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, with a gloomy face that didn't match his age at all, and whispered strangely: "Did you see that? Father didn't notice me at all just now, he... Choose to ignore me."

In the eyes of Cheng Zheng these years, Cheng Zhe'an, the son, was almost invisible.

Compared with beating and scolding, sometimes invisible alienation and indifference can shatter a person's reason more.

"He came in holding your hand just now, right?" Cheng Zhe'an said slowly, his eyes fixed on Cheng Tingsheng's hand, and he muttered to himself, "But why didn't he hold my hand? Why? "

Cheng Tingsheng didn't know what was wrong with this brother who could change his face, such a terrifying look in his eyes made him very uncomfortable.

There was another movement of wanting to cry and look for his mother, but Cheng Zhe'an covered his mouth again.

His eyes were wide open, and his voice was choked in his throat.

"Hush," Cheng Zhe'an put his index finger between his lips, warning him to be quiet.

"What my father said once, don't let him say it a second time, or you will be miserable." Cheng Zhe'an said in a low voice. The half-grown boy's eyes were shrewd but deep and terrifying.

Cheng Tingsheng didn't make a sound until he let go of his hand.

At this time, there was a little satisfied expression in his eyes, and he regained the intimacy he had just seen for the first time, and said: "From now on, you will listen to me like this when you are at home, do you understand?"

Cheng Tingsheng nodded in a daze, and he vaguely felt that if he didn't nod, there must be something that would make him more uncomfortable.

Seeing him nodding, Cheng Zhe'an felt as if he wanted to. He touched his head and looked up again. In the direction of Xie Jinghua's study, he said word by word: "Wait, one day, I will let him see Mine, I will let him take the initiative to call my name, I am his best son, like you, even if there are a few more, I am not afraid."

Cheng Tingsheng didn't know what it was like to be like him, he just felt that everyone in this place made him extremely uncomfortable, and he desperately wanted his mother to pick him up and go back to the house with graffiti and colors.

But he didn't know that he had thought about this kind of thought all his life, and it wasn't until after his death that he completely escaped from the cage that bound him all his life.

I don't know if the woman who has been free for a lifetime knows that her son's freedom has been restricted for a lifetime because of her decision, will she regret it?
As for Cheng Zheng, after walking to the study room, he didn't get into work as quickly as usual, but wasted his time standing in front of a row of bookshelves.

He was silent for a long time, and then slowly pulled out a picture album from the corner of the bookshelf that didn't match the books around him.

He opened it slowly, with a calm expression as if he was looking at another ten million contract, rigorous and solemn, without revealing any personal feelings.

This album was the only thing he took away from my house where they stayed together after that woman left.

Until now, he still doesn't understand that for his inexplicable actions back then, this album has been placed in a corner and has never been opened.

But the irony is that even after a few years, in this row of bookshelves, he can still pull out this book from the most hidden corner with great accuracy, without a single pause in his movements.

Inside the painting are essays from the woman's perspective, with branches of green trees, waves splashing by the sea, and a sleepy dog ​​lying down after dusk...

It was all boring stuff that never deserved his attention.

He flipped through one by one, until the last one was turned, and his hand movements stopped.

The last page is not some fallen leaves at dusk, but him lying on the sofa reading a book.

The brush is delicate, more careful than any of the previous ones.

He watched quietly. Cheng Zheng, who had long been used to suppressing his emotions, hadn't shown any obvious emotions until this moment.

It is the education he has received since he was a child that people can't see the joys and sorrows, without the slightest flaw.

Once he is soft-hearted about something, or pays too much attention, it will definitely become his weakness.

He is used to restraint, and even his love for a person can be hidden by him without any leakage of restraint.

He lied to that woman, and he also lied to himself.

He put the piece of paper full of the woman's scribbled handwriting and the same farewell note that he kept for many years in the album.

And he also took out the album from the corner, and put it in the place closest to the desk, which is the place he likes to reach for when he usually reads.

A child's voice came from outside, and Cheng Zheng ignored it. He suddenly remembered the very similar eyes of the child and the woman.

Cheng Tingsheng, why did he choose this name?

……

There are loquat trees in the courtyard,
It was planted in the year my wife died.

Now the pavilion is like a cover.

Why did you suddenly think of these words?

He is used to indifference, and the only thing he spends passionately is his time with this woman.

Tingsheng, Tingsheng, his feelings for her have all been buried in this child's name.

After dusk again, he was sitting on the seat reading a book, and he seemed to be able to hear the man's tender murmur in his ears,

"Old old, old old...you old old..."

(End of this chapter)