Good day and beautiful scenery

My phone rang, and Allen asked me to sit still. He picked it up from the coffee table, glanced at it first, and then handed it to me: "Your dad."

Subconsciously leaning on the sofa and sitting upright, I answered the phone and called my dad. Before I asked him where he was, he said first, "I'm downstairs."

"You go up..." I shut my mouth abruptly before I finished reporting the floor.I told my dad which floor I live on. It’s impossible for him to forget it so quickly. He knew the floor but didn’t come up...

I belatedly realized that my dad is indeed still my dad, with a dignified posture and body, and I can't let it go easily after many years.

"I'll go down to pick you up right away."

Alan was bringing me a glass of water to drink. Seeing that I was struggling to get up, he put down the glass and helped me. He asked me angrily what I was going to do if I was not sitting properly. I said to pick up my dad upstairs. , He was very puzzled, rolled his eyes, and said, "Brother, don't you know that there is an elevator?"

I didn't want to explain, and I couldn't explain, so I smiled and walked around him and went downstairs.

Sure enough, my dad was standing downstairs, wearing a somewhat outdated Chinese tunic suit, and his shoes were more old-fashioned canvas shoes. At a glance, he exuded the temperament of an old-school teacher.The only bad thing is that he lacks the gentleness that an old gentleman should have, and the way he frowns and smokes seems vaguely violent no matter how you look at it.

"Dad." I went up to him and called him.

My dad turned around, glanced at my face, and then moved away in the next second.He lowered his head and took a deep puff of the cigarette, then wiped out the remaining half, flicked his fingers, and the wreckage slid into the flower bed next to him like a meteor.

My dad's ignorance of me continued until we entered the elevator. He stood a little in front of me, staring at my shadow in the elevator wall and suddenly said: "Aren't you going to work today?"

I haven't gone to work for quite a while, and I live in a daze every day. I can't remember what day it is today, so I just casually said that I made up annual leave. My dad stared at me in disbelief, but didn't say anything else.

My dad is already in his sixties, he is not young, but he is very energetic. In his old words, he really looks like he should stand upright. On the other hand, I am less than 30 years old, and I can’t wait to lean on my body. Go out with crutches.

Alan has probably been waiting for us. Before I won the keyhole in my hand, he opened the door from the inside. He looked at me first, then looked at my dad over me, and called uncle familiarly. Rushing to get a pair of slippers from the shoe rack, he changed them.

I consciously stepped aside and waited for my dad to change his shoes, but he only glanced briefly, his eyes fell on Allen, and he looked him up and down without hesitation.And what he was interested in was the brown plaid apron that Alan bought at some point and was already wearing on his chest.

"Who are you?" My dad frowned, obviously disgusted with Allen.

But I think it was Allen who asked for it. He wore such an apron with the sleeves rolled up. His hands were wet and he knew he was cooking.In my dad's eyes, it shouldn't be a man who can do this for me in my house.Not to mention a man he never knew.

I gave Alan a sideways look, blaming him for being bothersome, then turned my head and introduced to my dad without changing his expression: "He is my boss, Alan."

"Boss?" My dad looked suspicious, "Boss doesn't go to work, either?"

"He came here to get something." I said, and gave Alan a sneaky wink, "Why don't you go back to the company first, and I'll modify the drawings in the afternoon and send them to you directly, do you think it's okay?"

I acted so hard, of course Alan understood what I meant, but he is a weird person sometimes, and he always likes to do some annoying things.Instead of pretending not to see my gesture, he put his arms around my neck with a smile, and said to my dad, "Uncle Zhou, listen to his nonsense, what boss is not a boss, we are actually college classmates."

"Are you classmates?" After all, my dad also knew that he would not hit the smiling face, and his tone softened a bit, but he still seemed to be asking, "You always come to him?"

"That's right." Alan looked at me with a smile, and greeted my dad in an anticlimactic manner, "Don't stand at the door and talk, come in and sit, Xiaochen, chat with uncle for a while, the food will be ready soon. Uncle Zhou, I The cooking is not good, it’s because I learned it blindly when I was studying, so don’t dislike it later.”

My dad didn't even care about the craft that I hadn't tasted before. As soon as Alan walked away with a smile, my dad's calm face sank again.But he didn't say anything, he looked around in the small living room, and finally he was willing to sit down by the sofa.

"Is this house yours?" my dad asked.

"Well." I said.

But it is not.I also bought a house with Shen Yan, and I still had the naive idea of ​​spending the rest of my life with him.Now Shen Yan has nothing to do with me, and it is impossible for me to want that house again.

It's funny and naive to lie to my dad about owning a house.In fact, in my dad's eyes, he didn't care whether I was really "capable" or whether I was successful or not.

Sure enough, my dad had a new question: "Is the surname Shen not good enough for you?"

"No, it's far away from his work place, so it's inconvenient."

"How often does that person come?" My dad asked immediately.

This time I was really stumped.It's not that I don't know how long he will come, but that I don't understand what my dad means by asking this question.He shouldn't want to know how long Shen Yan and I will have that kind of interaction.I know he must be disgusted.

I stood awkwardly, and I had the illusion that I was punished by my dad when I was a child. The difference is that I stand a little taller than my dad now, but I am not as stable as before.

When Alan brought tea to my dad, I was really grateful to him, because he didn't care what my dad thought, just pulled a chair for me, pressed my shoulders to let me sit down, and then talked to my dad. It's true and false.

"Uncle Zhou, Xiaochen said that you used to be a teacher. I have been in awe of teachers since I was a child, but I never thought Xiaochen would be like this. You see, he is already thirty, and he looks like a primary school student standing in front of you." Turning around and laughing at me , "I guessed right, you must have been very naughty when you were young, and you were often punished by Uncle Zhou."

"Is he really your classmate?" My dad asked with a strange expression after Alan walked away.

"It's really a classmate." I added, "He's a local."

"He's the same thing, just like you?" My dad looked disgusted when he asked this, "It's okay to trick you, isn't it an idea?"

like me?I read a sentence silently before I understood what my dad was referring to.He still can't accept the love between men and men, even mentioning related words has to be evasive.

I comforted my dad in a self-deceptive way: "He's not. Ellen has a girlfriend and is getting married soon."

My dad stared at me suspiciously, I looked back calmly, but he immediately looked away.We fell into a short silence with each other's thoughts, until my dad asked Zhou Yue unexpectedly.

In fact, he is the purpose of his visit.

"Does Zhou Yue have contact with you?"

I shook my head.

My dad suddenly got angry: "No contact or don't know? Didn't he follow you all the time after graduation? You don't even know where he is, who knows? Your godmother couldn't contact him, so she came to me with a lame leg .”

My dad's anger is contagious, no matter how good-tempered I am, I still get a little angry: "Dad, I'm also busy at work, and he's not a child, so I can't watch over him all the time."

"How much younger is he than you? If the child is not a child, you shouldn't take care of it as an older brother?" My father put on a sullen face, putting the teacup he had just taken a sip on the tea table, his voice so cold that he could barely hear it. Ice slag, "Your godmother is just a child like him, if something happens to him, you see if your godmother is crazy."

Zhou Yue is indeed his mother's only child. It is so important that even a cold-faced and cold-hearted person like my father cares about it, and there is no need for any logic.

But what's funny is that while my dad thought that Zhou Yue was the only son who needed to be cared for, he didn't even remember for a moment that I was already their only child.

"Dad, I don't know where he is, and I don't have time to look for him. I still have my own business to do." I didn't tell the whole reason why I couldn't find and didn't want to find Zhou Yue.

"No time? No time or you just don't want to?" My dad stared at me coldly, reached out and took out the phone from the inner pocket of his coat, unlocked it, turned it over a few times, and then threw it at me.

I was slow to react, and I couldn't grab the phone when I stretched out my hand. Seeing that it was about to hit the floor, I reached forward to fish in vain.But the embarrassing thing is that I didn't move fast enough, the phone fell to the ground, my center of gravity was unstable, and I almost fell forward.

Probably because I was too stupid to be in a mess, my dad couldn't see it, he took the phone from me angrily, opened the screen again and handed it to me, "Look for yourself, and say that you haven't contacted me, are you thinking that I am confused gone?"

I looked at the text messages opened by my dad, probably Zhou Yue sent it to his mother, who then forwarded it to my dad.He said in a text message that he was very lucky and had a wonderful friend, someone I also know.

Because it was forwarded, I can't see the time of this message, but I can roughly guess it.My heart collapsed, but I still had to hide even a trace of it on my face.I locked the phone screen, got up and handed it to my dad.

"I don't think there's a problem," I said.

My dad turned out something gloomy, but he didn't rush to show it to me, but asked me: "Do you know the great friend he said?"

"Maybe. He can chat with a few people in my company."

"Male and female?"

"Both of them," I said, pretending to think about it, "he likes one of them who's pretty smart,"

I'm experienced in lying, I don't blush and my heart beats, but just because the person is my dad, as Alan said, I was afraid of him since I was a child, so I inevitably want to see my dad's reaction.

What was waiting for me was a hidden weapon flying towards me, a hard black object, not half the size of my palm, and it hit my forehead impartially. I didn't expect such a small thing to be so powerful that it made my eyes go black. Immediately afterwards, the ceiling seemed to be pressed down, and I was so dizzy that I couldn't hold on to anything, and sure enough, I fell down with the chair.