Why are the stars indifferent

Zhan Le rushed into the classroom by stepping on the bell.

After all, it was the end of summer when it was not so difficult for families to get up. Everyone in the class came quite neatly, and no one was late. They all sat in their seats and watched Zhan Le make a sudden stop in front of his seat, then threw his schoolbag on the table, and put his schoolbag on the table. The teacher just walked into the classroom door when the chair was pulled back and sat down.

"I'm so anxious," Lin Xiangxiao touched a bottle of walnut and peanut milk, "Did you get lost on the way to school?"

"Crazy," Zhan Le didn't expect that he really brought walnut and peanut milk, and started to laugh before he could catch his breath, "I got up late."

Lin Xiangxiao groaned and fell silent.

Today's first class is the class of the Chinese teacher who loves to stare at their table again. Zhan Le doesn't want to be called, at least pretending to be very serious on the surface, but he has already gone on a journey of Journey to the West.

Zai Cheng slept at home last night, tonight... have to go to his house to sleep?

I don't know, I don't know if Zhan Jinci is still squatting downstairs, I haven't seen him so much fatherly love in the past few decades, I don't know what happened this time.

His mother died when he was in the second year of junior high school, and he was taken back to the city by Zhan Jinci. Although it was the first time for such a quarrel, it was basically at a stage where both parties treated each other as transparent before. I never thought of Zhan Jinci He will become crazy to this point because of his departure.

Anyway, after school, I have to go to the old house to take a look.

Zhan Jinci probably won't go there anymore, after all, he is also the boss of a company, so he can't just squat there every day like a human trafficker.

If he was staying in the hotel, Zhan Le would not go back to take a look these few days, but right now he is staying at Cheng Zai's house. Although Cheng Zai is very enthusiastic and doesn't show any discomfort, he still feels awkward.

"Do you have to treat me to dinner?" Lin Xiangxiao asked suddenly.

get out of class was not over yet, and the Chinese teacher was still glancing at their table.

Zhan Le covered her mouth and pretended to be coughing, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"What do you think?" Lin Xiangxiao rubbed his arms, "I feel embarrassed just thinking about it."

"Hey!" The Chinese teacher looked over, and Zhan Le didn't dare to turn his head to stare at Lin Xiangxiao, so he stared at the Chinese teacher with wide eyes, and when the teacher looked away, he said, "Can you stop talking about this?" What!"

"A treat," Lin Xiangxiao said, "The main reason is that my mother forgot to give me the money today, and I have nowhere to eat."

Zhan Le clicked his tongue softly, and asked Lin Xiangxiao to go to a fish meal shop in front of the school to drink a bowl at noon.

Lin Xiangxiao was actually pretty good at eating. He probably stuffed two bowls of rice or something else before he came out to eat Japanese food yesterday. Anyway, he ate very little.

Maybe it's better to pretend in front of the person you like, after all, Lin Xiangxiao and Ji Changyun are in the stage of not being successful, so they have to make a good impression.

Zhan Le watched as Lin Xiangxiao finished eating the noodles, then turned around and went outside to buy three cakes, divided one into Zhan Le and ate the other two.

I can really pretend.

I don't know how to pretend that the innocent boy blushed when he spoke yesterday.

When I went home in the afternoon, Zhan Le had been doing mental work for himself. If Zhan Tingci was still there, he would forcefully push him away and go into the house. If Zhan Tingci was not there... wouldn't everyone be happy.

Just push it away, at worst, push it away and go back to wash your hands.

Take an 84 bubble or something... It doesn't have to be the case.

But Zhan Jingci was not at the door, and there was only a note pasted on the door of the house. Zhan Le thought it was some small advertisement, and when he was about to tear it off, he saw that there was writing on it.

-Tomorrow is your mother's death day, I want to go and see it with you.

He blocked all the contact information of Zhan Jinci, and it was hard for Zhan Jinci to think of a way to leave a note.

Zhan Le glanced at the note again, tore it off, crumpled it into a ball, and gently threw it into the trash can in the corridor.

"We agreed," Cheng Zai took out a candy from his pocket, and shook it in front of the child, "You can't cry after eating the candy, otherwise no one will give it to you when you grow up and go to the hospital." Eat candy."

The child babbled twice, tried hard to hold back the tears, his little face was wrinkled and he stretched out his hand, Cheng Zai smiled and put the candy in his hand.

"I'm sorry, doctor," the child's mother was a little embarrassed, "I don't know why he reacted so badly when he took his temperature, crying like this..."

"It's okay," Cheng Zai sat back on his chair, "it's a kid."

The child's mother smiled, and after Cheng asked a few questions, it was almost time, so he took out the thermometer and took a look.

Children keep their promises, and if they promise not to cry, they will stop crying. They don’t finish the sugar in their mouths until they walk out of the consulting room, and then try their best to reach the edge of the table with their mouths, and a small head pops out. Staring at Cheng Zai, he asked in a low voice, "Doctor, you lied to me just now, didn't you?"

"Huh?" Cheng Zai looked at him.

"The doctor doesn't give sugar when adults go to the hospital," the child sniffed. "Nobody gives sugar to my father when he goes to the hospital."

"That's because they didn't meet me," Cheng Zai said, "I always give candies to the adults who come to me."

"Really?" The child looked at him, "Then I will come to see a doctor when I grow up."

"The best thing is to get less sick." Cheng Zai touched his head, "Go to your mother quickly."

"Yeah!" The child laughed, "Goodbye, doctor!"

There are a lot of patients who come to the outpatient clinic for a day. The children are noisy, and the adults are anxious. Few of them can speak kindly.

After confirming that there were no patients outside, Cheng leaned his head back, raised his face and raised his hand to rub the center of his eyebrows.

He always felt that there was still something to deal with, and his heart was empty. When he got off work, he took off his white coat and took his bag. Zhan Le left in a hurry in the morning and didn't give him the key.

Cheng Zai took out his phone and looked at it. Zhan Le should be out of school now, but he didn't call or send a WeChat message. Did he go back to his home?

Should I send a message when I get home?

Cheng Zai frowned, and opened WeChat to find Zhan Le's chat box. He sent a message but didn't reply. After he left the hospital gate and opened the car door, he called Zhan Le again: "Hello? Where are you? "

"I'm home," Zhan Le's voice sounded calm, "I forgot to tell you, sorry."

"Ah," Cheng Zai was stunned for a moment, turned sideways to the passenger side and found a box of mints, opened the lid with one hand and poured one into his mouth, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Zhan Le stood in the living room of the old house. He hadn't been back for only a few days, and it felt like centuries had passed. He walked slowly to the shelf next to the living room, picked up the photo frame on it, and looked at it. Eye, "Just go home."

"Okay," Cheng Zai said, "Just go back."

Afterwards, he chatted with Cheng Zai for a few words, but Zhan Le couldn't pay attention here, and couldn't remember what to answer. Anyway, when Cheng hung up the phone in the end, he should have sensed his perfunctory, and hung up the phone. Never said goodbye.

A gentle and polite person can't be established, Dr. Cheng.

Zhan Le hung up the phone and complained in his mind.

He stared at the photo for a while, thought for a while, took off the photo frame, put it in his schoolbag, and planned to show his mother a look when he went to the cemetery to see his mother tomorrow.

After all, he and his mother are not the only ones in the photo.

There is also a little girl who looks very similar to Zhan Le, who smiles brightly at the camera.

There is a line of small words next to the photo: Zhan Sijun, Zhan Siyi took a photo at the age of three.

After installing the photo frame, Zhan Le casually ordered a takeaway. After thinking for a while, he still sent a message to Cheng Zai.

- I'm sorry, Dr. Cheng, I still had some trouble with my family when I went home, and my attitude may be a bit bad.Didn't mean not to tell you I'm home.

The news of Cheng Zai came back soon.

-It’s okay, I’m not angry, go to bed early[/呲牙]

Zhan Le stared at the last one with bared teeth for a long time, but couldn't tell whether Cheng Zai was angry or not.

After all, Cheng Zai is a person who can always follow a smiling soybean when chatting, and his thinking may be different from that of young people like them... More than 80 gullies?

Forget it.

Zhan Le threw the phone aside, leaned on the sofa and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The next day was Saturday, Zhan Le got up very early, carried her schoolbag to a flower shop to buy flowers, and went to the end of the street to buy a box of mung bean cakes and carried them to the station.

Mom was buried in the next town, and he took the bus to get closer to the cemetery.

During the two-hour drive, the mung bean cake was shaken and swayed along the way, and I don't know if the mung bean cake was shaken or not. After getting off the car, Zhan Le picked it up and looked at it, but he couldn't see anything from the outside of the box.

He took the bus to the cemetery again, but instead of going in, he went to the small house outside and knocked on the door: "Grandpa An!"

"Hey, hey!" An old man came out from inside, his eyes narrowed with a smile when he saw Zhan Le, "Sijun is here!"

"I brought you mung bean cake." Zhan Le picked up the box and smiled at him, "I just don't know if it's gone."

"Thank you, thank you." Grandpa An took the gift box and moved in, "Come in and sit down. The old lady was still talking about you yesterday."

"No, I'll go see my mother," Zhan Le glanced into the room, "Where's grandma?"

"Go out and dance!" Grandpa An smiled happily.

Every time Zhan Le comes to the cemetery, he will bring something to Grandpa An and Grandma Li at the gate. They are two good old people. They helped a lot when their mother was buried. Zhan Le is very grateful to them.

After leaving the small house, I walked in for a long time before reaching my mother's tombstone.

Zhan Le sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, put down her schoolbag, took out a photo frame and placed it beside the tombstone.

"Mom," Zhan Le smiled, "I'm afraid you'll think about it, so I brought the photos."

The sound of the wind blowing through the leaves was very low, and it seemed unusually empty in a quiet place. The rustling sound just covered Zhan Le's voice, but it couldn't cover the sound of footsteps from far to near.

Zhan Le paused, raised his head and turned his face to the side, looking at Zhan Jinci who was slowly walking over, without frowning or tutting, there was no expression on his face.

He always felt that Zhan Jinci was the kind of person who moved him.

Like a lover, unable to abandon his original spouse, he hooked up with his mother to lie to him as unmarried, but his mother gave birth to him two children, but he ignored her and said that his mother was stupid. When his mother died, he would do the same again, regardless of his original spouse who was still alive, and ran away. Come to the cemetery.

It is said that the first wife also bore him a child, but it was a girl.

"Lele," Zhan Jinci squatted down, leaning towards the tombstone not too far away, "come back."

Zhan Le didn't speak.He came so early in order not to run into Zhan Jinci, but he still did.

"I don't care about you, no matter why you changed your name, no matter how you study and live, as long as you come back," Zhan Jin said in a low voice, which made Zhan Le feel like pointing at his nose and saying, "Don't come back if you're so dead." People are not his feelings, "After all, you are still surnamed Zhan, and you are still my child."

"My mother told me when I moved to the neighboring city," Zhan Le turned to look at him, "I can change the name as I like."

"But she won't let you change your surname," Zhan Ting said, "right?"

Zhan Le wanted to scold him again.

"It's not an option to live outside all the time. You are my only son," Zhan Jin said. "Afterwards, my company and my property will all be yours. After you give birth to a son, the property will also belong to your son. "

Who the hell cares about your broken money.

Zhan Le clicked his tongue.

"I only have one son," Zhan said as if to emphasize something, "You know, your grandfather is very conservative, and he hopes that the incense of our Zhan family will be passed on."

"That's why you want me to go back?" Zhan Le felt that he was about to laugh.

If it wasn't in front of his mother's grave, he might have slapped her across the face. Listen, what kind of dog barking are these.

"Of course not," Zhan Jinci shook his head, "I, as your father, still hope that you will have a better life and come back to me."

Seeing that Zhan Le didn't speak, he sighed and continued: "Your mother entrusted you to me before she died, just hoping that you can live a good life with me, have you forgotten?"

"Don't mention my mother, you don't deserve it." Zhan Le pointed at him, his eyebrows furrowed, and his temper would explode at any moment.

If he mentions mom again, he will definitely hit it up.

"Go home." Zhan Tingci sighed again.

Zhan Le stared at his mother's tombstone for a long time, and indeed remembered what his mother said, let him and Zhan Tingci get along well.

But it is impossible for him and Zhan Jinci to get along well, and being transparent on both sides is already the limit.

"Leave me alone," Zhan Le felt that he hadn't talked to him so calmly for a long time, "Zhan Jinci, you and I both know what our relationship is like, can your original spouse and your original spouse's daughter be able to get along? Accept me, you call me back for fear that if I run away, you just want me to leave a seed for your Zhan family, because your wife can't give birth to a son, right?"

Zhan Jinci turned his head to the side and stared at Zhan Le intently.

"I tell you," Zhan Le said, "it's impossible."