Heinous

After the Martial Arts Conference ended, Xue Zhe's life finally returned to normal.

On weekdays, he stays at home and codes, and when he is in the mood, he takes the kid out to climb mountains. After seven days of ups and downs, Xue Zhe is deeply satisfied with this ordinary life.

If there is anything that can make him dissatisfied, it is probably the rising temperature every day...

midsummer.

In summer, having to sit in front of the computer and type is a kind of torture. Xue Zhe deliberately dragged an electric fan over to blow on himself, but he couldn't blow away the sticky, stuffy feeling.

"Heaven owes me..." Looking at the still blank WORD window, Xue Zhe simply fell back on the chair, deciding to hypnotize himself to complete today's task.

Compared with the person who can't wait to lock himself in the refrigerator, Bu'an, who is doing the learning task assigned by Xue Zhe, is obviously more adapted to Xia Tian. When Xue Zhe wants to peel off his skin, he can still wear long sleeves, and Not even a drop of sweat could be seen on his head, which made Xue Zhe couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"Azhe, do you want water?" Sensitively aware of someone's resentment, Bushe thought for a while, put down his pen, and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

"Thank you..." Taking the cup from Bushe, Xue Zhe was not surprised to find that the steaming water had cooled down at this moment, just maintaining a temperature that was not too icy but refreshing.

After drinking half a glass of water in one gulp, Xue Zhe let out a sigh of relief, feeling that his burning internal organs finally felt better.

"At this time, I really envy you..." He couldn't continue writing anyway, so he simply lay on the back of the chair and harassed others, "At least it won't be hot."

Air conditioner for human flesh, self-propelled refrigerator... If it wasn't for Unforgiveness's resolute refusal to agree, Xue Zhe almost wanted him to give him a palm to cool down from the inside out.

"It will be very uncomfortable in winter." Bushe tried to comfort him.

"In winter, there are heaters and electric blankets. If it doesn't work, you can wear more clothes..." This kind of comfort can't cope with Xue Zhe, who is getting hot, "I think I need to call my father and ask Ask him why he refused to teach me martial arts back then..."

Xue Zhe hadn't finished speaking when the mobile phone he had thrown aside suddenly rang.He slowly dawdled over to pick it up, glanced at the caller displayed on the phone, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"You really pick a time to call...Well, it's nothing, I'm fine, but if it gets hotter, you'll probably go to the deli to find your son....Huh? Mom is out?...Okay, I'll be there at night Definitely go back."

"Xiao Amnesty?... I rely on your mouth too quickly, right? Am I relying on this again to attract my mother's attention so that she doesn't care about that beautiful little secretary you recruited? I despise you..."

Hearing his name, Bushe couldn't help looking at Xue Zhe, but saw that he hung up the phone with a depressed face, sighed a long time, threw the phone aside, then looked at himself with a wry smile on his face.

"I can't help it. Come with me to see my mother at night—don't worry, she should be quite easy to deal with."

Xue Qirong's life experience can be said to be a legend, and this legend has a very boring beginning-he has a father who has always been in poor health, and his family is also very poor. Combining the two, the little Xue Qirong became Orphans, all he had at the time were two tattered books inherited from his father and a heavy iron plate.

At that time, it happened to be a period of ten years of turmoil. In such a chaotic era, Xue Qirong, an orphan, did not receive much care at all.But he practiced martial arts since he was a child (although he didn't know that the strange things his father urged him to do were the legendary "martial arts"), and his skills were far better than those of his peers, so he didn't suffer much.On noticing this, his interest in the two tattered books increased.

By the time Xue Qirong reached the age of graduating from junior high school, he had already become the most capable gangster on Xisan Street in Linshan City.And when he reached the age when most people should go to college, Xue Qirong had already been promoted to be a tyrant in Linshan City. At this time, I made a joke with him.

Xue Qirong met Xue Zhe's mother, Bao Nuan, who was studying at Linshan University at the time.

Since then, the sky has been thundered, and the future boss of the gang has no choice but to embark on a road of no return in life.

How did Xue Qirong fall in love at first sight, fall in love at second sight and fall in love at third sight? Let alone the process of swearing that Ri Feiqing would not marry, his reckless love was fully opposed by the woman’s parents——Bao Nuan came from a military family, and his mother was from a scholarly family , no matter which side it is, it is impossible to see a little gangster who is nothing.What's more, Bao Nuan has just received an admission letter from a well-known American university with excellent grades, and is planning to go abroad for further study, let alone pursuing, Xue Qirong will never even think about seeing her again.

How to do it?

If nothing else, the very courageous gangster smoked a pack of cigarettes, made up his mind, and flew across the Pacific Ocean with his sweetheart.

During those few years in the United States, Xue Qirong's life can be written as an inspirational novel. Not only did he overcome the language barrier with great perseverance, he was admitted to the school where his sweetheart attended, and he was able to get close to the beautiful woman.At the same time, he was distracted from business and earned his first pot of gold.By the time Miss Bao finished her studies, Xue Qirong had transformed herself from an ignorant gangster into an outstanding young man with both talent and beauty.

If there is any side effect of this matter, it is that the siege of the city in the mall is always unfavorable, and the old man Xue, who has played with some masters without blood in the rivers and lakes, is actually afraid of his wife at home...

Xue Qirong betrayed the unforgivable matter to the Xue family Tai Zuo so quickly, which made Xue Zhe quite depressed.But it's a done deal, he can only find a way to deal with it.

He took out a large dusty satin-covered photo album from the top shelf of the bookcase, Xue Zhe blew the dust on it, carried the photo album to the desk, and motioned for forgiveness to come and take a look.

As soon as the album was opened, the first photo on the left was a specially enlarged photo.On it, a man who was [-]% similar to Xue Zhe but much more mature than him was standing in a very stiff posture, carefully holding a tightly wrapped cloth bag in his arms. The wrinkled baby's head is sleeping soundly with eyes squinted.That man was very handsome, and if he was more serious, he would be shrewd and capable, but unfortunately, his image was completely ruined by the silly smile typical of a novice father.

"My father, back then." Xue Zhe pointed to the man, and then pointed to the little baby in his arms, "Me, back then."

"..." Bushe looked up, down, left, and right for a long time at the round thing, and then couldn't help but look at Xue Zhe, but couldn't find any similarities between the two.

"This was taken when I was in college." Xue Zhe pointed to another photo on the right, with a very complicated expression on his face, "That... is my father, and that is me."

On it, Kung Fu Panda Xue, who has successfully put on weight, is standing in front of a flower bed with his arms folded and his chubby belly smiling.Standing next to him is Xue Zhe, with a younger face than now, white shirt, jeans, slightly cocked head, squinting eyes, with a bit of self-righteous aloofness, as if looking down on the whole world.

The two photos on the left and right span nearly 20 years, vividly posing a sentence-time is not forgiving.

"This is you?" Bushe looked at Xue Zhe in the photo on the right. Compared with the present, Xue Zhe's appearance has not changed much, but it gives people a completely different feeling.

"Yeah, I wasn't as good-tempered back then...By the way, my dad was handsome back then, right?"

"Yeah." Although he is a chubby middle-aged man now, Xue Qirong back then was definitely considered handsome.

"How is it better than me?"

"..." If you really want to compare...Bushe was thinking seriously in his heart, and Xue Zhe over there was already shaking his head: "Teach you the tricks of interpersonal communication-of course you should not hesitate at this time. Praise me, even if I don't ask you, you have to take the initiative to say it. No matter what you think, Dad is not here anyway, right?"

"You are more handsome." Bushe followed kindly.

"That's right—here, this is my mother."

Turning over a page of the album, there are still two photos on the left and the right.On the left, there is a woman holding a baby in her arms - her movements are obviously too standard compared to Xue Qirong's - smiling gently.

The woman was undoubtedly beautiful, but in this photograph the viewer's attention is drawn not so much to her looks as to the warmth and tenderness in her eyes.She looked at the child in her arms seriously, with a focused and gentle expression, one could not help but envy the child in her arms.

Bushe looked at this photo in silence, another beautiful and gentle face appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Too much time has passed, and the face in his memory has become somewhat blurred, but he can't forget the feeling of being cared for carefully...

Seeing that the expression on his face was not right, Xue Zhe raised his hand calmly and pressed on his shoulder, and after calling his attention back, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, do you know what is so great about my mother?"

"where?"

"She won't grow old—here, this is in twenty years."

It’s still the same university, and it’s still the handsome Xue Zhe, but the people around him are replaced by the woman in the photo on the left.

Xue Zhe's "not getting old" is naturally a bit exaggerated, but no matter how you look at it, the person in the photo is only in her thirties—in fact, if she is not wearing a light gray suit, the expression on her face is relatively Seriously, it is possible to be re-estimated to be a little smaller.

Standing together with Xue Zhe, she didn't look like mother and child at all, but more like siblings with a slightly older age gap.

"My mother is beautiful, right?" Xue Zhe said a little proudly.

"Pretty." Reminiscent of just now, Bu She added: "But you are more beautiful."

"...Before drawing inferences, please consider adjectives and gender..." Xue Zhe said with a deep sigh after the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time.