Scum attack, your father is here!

"......"

"Resurrection from the dead?"

"Resurrection from the dead?"

Qi Yousui was stunned for a moment, and then asked twice in a row as if he couldn't believe it. Suddenly, as if he had heard some joke, he bent down and put his arms on his knees and laughed loudly.

When he laughed, he suddenly burst into tears, his chest twitched slightly, and he was out of breath from laughing. The sarcastic laughter echoed in the alley, frightening the birds on the branches.

Qi Qingyun didn't speak, her expression was as indifferent as ever, and she let the other party finish laughing before asking back:

"You do not believe?"

"It's not that I don't believe it."

Qi Yousui finished laughing, and when he straightened up, there was still a smile on his face, but that smile contained a hint of sarcasm:

"If you had come to me and my mother ten years earlier, we might have believed it."

"Only now, we have been deceived once, and we will never be deceived a second time."

"Been cheated once?" Qi Qingyun sensitively captured the same information point from Qi Yousui's mouth in the call with Zhong Yurong that day, and immediately asked:

"Has anyone like me appeared before?"

"Yeah." Qi Yousui's eyes were still red, and he seemed reluctant to mention family ugliness, so he glanced at Qi Qingyun impatiently, and simply said a few words,

"You look about the same as you, and it is said that my father came back from the corpse and lied to my mother with a fake paternity test report."

"Did your mother believe it?" Qi Qingyun didn't believe that Zhong Xue could be deceived so easily. There were too many little secrets between them that only each other knew, but Zhong Xue could see through it with as many questions as possible, so she asked carefully road:

"He doesn't believe it?"

Qi Yousui thought for a while, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face, and after struggling for a long time, he reluctantly gave an affirmative answer:

"I should believe it."

Believe it?

The liar used a face similar to his own and pretended to be his identity to deceive Zhong's family. How could Zhong Xuejin believe it?

Qi Qingyun's heart skipped a beat suddenly, she felt that the Arabian Nights was a fantasy, she began to rub her fingertips unconsciously, and lowered the corners of her eyes, she seemed a little irritable, but she still didn't believe Qi Yousui's words at all, and said flatly:

"Impossible, he will never admit the wrong person."

"My mother did admit it wrong, otherwise that person wouldn't have stolen the [-] million my mother gave him after coming to the door, and disappeared without a trace the next day."

Qi Yousui stared at Qi Qingyun's dazed expression, sneered, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"I've seen a lot of scammers like you. Although [-] million is not money, I can save it for a few years and give it to you, but I'm not my mother, so I won't be easily cheated by you."

Qi Yousui was about to lift his foot to leave, but for some reason he withdrew his foot again, turned his head to Qi Qingyun and said:

"As for whether you hate him or not, I don't know, but I did hate him for a while when I was seven or eight years old. I hated why he answered the phone at that time, and why he didn't avoid the oncoming truck."

"But I know there are no ifs in the world."

Qi Yousui stretched out his hand, pointed to the satchel on Qi Qingyun's shoulder, shrugged, his tone didn't know whether it was regret or sadness, but he tried his best to pretend to have nothing on his face:

"It's like I know that something that is broken is broken, and it can't be repaired no matter what; the photos of my parents are gone, and they are gone, and I can't get them back."

"So, if there is no such thing as my father coming back, naturally there is no such thing as if I recognize him."

"Let's go." Qi Yousui turned around, waved his back to Qi Qingyun who was not very good-looking, and said lazily:

"For the sake of your resemblance to my dad, I won't pursue what you just said."

"But let me hear you pretending to be my father again, I will beat your mother so hard that you won't recognize you."

Qi Qingyun thought that she had been thrown into the orphanage since she was a child, and now standing in front of his lifeless mother, the other party really couldn't recognize her, she didn't take it seriously, when the other party bluntly hated her for answering the phone in the car, suddenly irrefutable.

But at that time, he did abide by the traffic rules and pull over to slow down and stop. However, the car hadn't stopped yet, and Zhong Xuejin and Zhong Yurong had already made three phone calls. He was really worried that Zhong Xuejin would have an accident during production. That's why he quickly connected the bluetooth headset first, and because he didn't check it for a while, he let the out-of-control truck hit him.

Putting these explanations aside for the time being, but at this moment, he really cared about what Qi Yousui said about Zhong Xue admitting the wrong person, very, very much.

Rationally, he knew that he had to trust Zhong Xuejin, and believed that the other party would not casually engage in such tricks as surrogate lovers; but emotionally, he was inexplicably agitated, afraid that the one-in-a-billion possibility would happen, so that Afterwards, he heard with his own eyes what kind of means was used by that scumbag who looked like him and stole his identity to deceive Zhong Xue.

Thinking that no one would protect Zhong Xuejin after his death, and let him be cheated by a scumbag who cheated him out of money, Qi Qingyun's stomach was overwhelmed, his palms were propped on the rough wall, and he bent down to vomit but Unable to spit it out, his face frowned in pain, his throat hurt like a ball of heavy cotton stuffed.

"..."

After a while, under the great joy and sorrow, he couldn't hold it anymore. He closed his eyes and slowly squatted down along the wall. Going to see Zhong Xuejin, a soft body suddenly stuck behind him, holding him in his arms.

Qi Qingyun was startled, and reflexively put her elbow on the man's soft stomach, and was about to throw him over the shoulder, but when she met Zhong Xueji's black and moist pupils from the corner of her eye, she abruptly He braked suddenly and stopped in the air.

"Why are you here?" Qi Qingyun just opened his mouth, his face was startled suddenly, and he was startled by the voice.

His current voice is terrifyingly hoarse, like rough sandpaper scratched across an asphalt floor, or like a patient who has been seriously ill with a fever and a cold for three days and three nights. When he opened his mouth, his voice was deep and hoarse, as if sulfuric acid had been splashed over his vocal cords. There is no clarity and clarity in the past.

"...What's the matter with you?" Zhong Xuejin's eyes suddenly became serious when he heard the words, a trace of confusion flashed across his face, Qi Qingyun's pupils were full of worry mixed with worry, and he tensed his jaw instantly line, tentatively said:

"Have you and Qi Yousui quarreled?"

"It's not noisy." Qi Qingyun was extremely tired, and she was not in any mood now. She leaned against the wall and let Zhong Xuejin hug him, looking up at the ginkgo leaves all over the sky. When they hugged and kissed for the first time, the background was also the ginkgo rain flying all over the sky, and they smiled helplessly and nostalgicly:

"I just feel that I am not a qualified..."

After speaking, Qi Qingyun suddenly stopped again, her voice stopped abruptly, and she did not continue to speak.

Zhong Xue put her head down and buried her face in his neck, unable to see his expression clearly, knew nothing about his psychological description, didn't know whether he wanted to say husband or father, but she hugged him even harder, whispered:

"it's not your fault."

.......it's all my fault.

"..." Qi Qingyun was silent for a moment, then raised her hand to touch Zhong Xuejin's soft hair, and smiled in a tone of voice, a little helpless:

"what do you know?"

"I heard it just now." Zhong Xuejin raised his head and looked at Qi Qingyun, he could kiss the other party's chin with a light tiptoe, but he didn't, and only said seriously:

"Are you thinking about the person you like?"

"...Mmm." Qi Qingyun's hands were hanging by her sides, she didn't reach out to hug Zhong Xuejin, her pupils were full of confusion, it took her a long time to organize her words, her voice was as low as a gust of wind melted into water :

"I'm afraid he has identified the wrong person."

When Zhong Xue heard the words, she paused with her fingertips, and then slowly clenched the corner of his clothes, her breathing gradually became heavier.

In an instant, his thin layer of skin turned blue and white, his eyelashes trembled twice, and the ends of his eyes were stained a little red because of anger, he pushed Qi Qingyun away forcefully, and gritted his teeth word by word:

"He won't, he will never admit the wrong person."

"..." Qi Qingyun blinked her eyes, and belatedly realized that Zhong Xuejin seemed to be angry. She stood there at a loss, and was about to say something when she heard Zhong Xuejin get angry again. whispered in a trembling voice:

"If you really like him, you shouldn't doubt him."

"I didn't doubt him."

Qi Qingyun's answer was so fast that Zhong Xuejin's anger had nowhere to vent, and she could only hold it in her heart, her face was green and white, full of displeasure, and she clearly wrote "I want to see Can you come up with an explanation that satisfies me."

Qi Qingyun moved her Adam's apple, raised her arms to cover her eyes, and immersed herself in her own thoughts, her voice was like the breeze beside the willows, not even daring to disturb a single blade of grass, with a gentle sigh:

"I'm afraid that he will be bullied when I'm not here."

"If someone deceives him with a face like mine, he will be very sad if he recognizes that it is fake."

Zhong Xuejin was stunned on the spot, staring at Qi Qingyun's opening and closing lips, the anger in his heart seemed to be subdued by a burst of soft spring rain, leaving only the remaining ashes, his fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably like the lingering smoke, He didn't speak for a while.

Almost at the same time, scorching tears fell from the sockets of the eyes, crystal clear, dripped down the chin to the neck, and continued to sink into the collar, causing decades-long heart palpitations.

"......"

Unable to hear the other party's response, Qi Qingyun moved away her arms covering her eyelids in confusion, and took a closer look, only to find that Zhong Xue had burst into tears at some point, her palm-sized face was covered with wet marks , Just looking at him like this, tears almost fell down in strands, his eyes were red like a rabbit that couldn't eat carrots, and his shoulders were still twitching slightly.

Qi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, her heart trembled slightly, then she couldn't laugh or cry, touched her pocket, hurriedly took out a piece of paper, leaned over to wipe the other party's tears, and made fun of him in a low voice while wiping:

"Why are you crying? It's not about you."

Zhong Xue was overwhelmed by Qi Qingyun's straightforward answer in a second, the emotion just now was gone, she glared at him with red eyes, and said firmly:

"Can't I be moved by your touching love story?"

"All right, all right, I'm touched, I'm so touched." Qi Qingyun felt much better after being interrupted by Zhong Xuejin, she lowered her head and wiped his tears with a smile, and whispered:

"Although you and my lover look alike, he doesn't cry as much as you do."

Zhong Xue wanted to fart with all her heart. After you died, I cried every day in front of your posthumous photos, and my eyes would go blind from crying. I was thinking about how to act like a baby so that Qi Qingyun could coax him, so I heard Qi Qingyun make up again. One sentence:

"Because after being with him, I have been trying to make him happy and not make him cry."

"..." Zhong Xuejin slowly lowered her eyelashes, the thick and long eyelashes were like a small fan, unintentionally falling on Qi Qingyun's fingertips which wiped his tears, bringing a familiar tremor And itching.

He lowered his head, his black hair fell limply behind his ears, and his porcelain white neck looked like a crabapple branch bent by the rain. He lifted it up slightly after a long time, and quietly answered:

"Ah."

Zhong Xuejin raised her head, with tears in her eyes, but with a smile on her face, she whispered: "He is very happy every day when he is with you."

"What did you say?" Qi Qingyun concentrated on wiping his tears, but couldn't hear what Zhong Xuejin was saying, so she asked again in doubt.

"It's nothing."

Zhong Xue put the tissue that Qi Qingyun had wiped his tears into his pocket, as he did over 20 years ago, like a hoarding hamster, began to carefully and calmly collect the paper towels that Qi Qingyun gave him. Everything, to satisfy the weird excitement inside.

"Go back to school."

Qi Qingyun brushed Zhong Xuejin's swollen eyes with her fingertips, and clicked her tongue, "I love to cry so much now, what will happen to my eyes in the future."

"I will never cry again."

Zhong Xue glanced at Qi Qingyun, then looked away, and picked at her fingertips: "Now I have a reason not to cry."

"...Then you're pretty good." Qi Qingyun gave him a thumbs up, boasting perfunctorily,

"Let's go back to school."

"Ah."

Zhong Xue was completely satisfied with the praise, obediently walked behind Qi Qingyun with her hands behind her back, and quietly stepped on the other person's shadow, Qi Qingyun said that he was childish and should stay away from him, but walked to the road calmly Outside, Zhong Xuejin was protected inside, and even when Zhong Xuejin said that he wanted to drink lemon juice, he stood in the sun and lined up with him to buy it.

Halfway through drinking, Qi Qingyun felt sour, and asked Zhong Xuejin who was walking on the side of the road to help him throw it away.

Zhong Xuejin held the glass of lemon juice that Qi Qingyun couldn't finish, quietly stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick the straw that Qi Qingyun had bitten, and happily returned to the classroom.

Qi Qingyun originally wanted Zhong Xuejin to help him throw away that glass of lemon juice that he couldn't finish, but when he turned around and saw that there was only one glass left in Zhong Xuejin's hand, he mistakenly thought that his own glass had been thrown away, "You go back first Rest in your seat, I will go to Teacher Liu to make up our leave."

"it is good."

Zhong Xuejian pinched the straw with her fingertips and answered vaguely without raising her head.

The glass of lemon juice in his hand has not been finished for two hours, he gnaws on the straw like a rabbit, as if kissing the mouth of the straw, Qi Qingyun is a little funny seeing this, and stretches out his fingertips , scratched the opponent's chin:

"gone."

Zhong Xuejin nodded, put her soft face on Qi Qingyun's palm, rubbed it skillfully, and responded softly:

"Okay."

The moment they passed each other, one of them was busy making up the leave note, and the other was busy drinking lemon juice. The way of getting along in DNA at that moment didn't make them feel that there was anything wrong, except for Qi You who was sitting behind them. Sui suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, the end of his eyes raised and lowered, entangled endlessly, "It's weird, take another look" written all over his face.

Chu Queze has always been paying attention to his every movement. Seeing this, he leaned over, carefully tugged at the corner of his clothes with his fingertips, and asked him in a low voice:

"what happened?"

"It's nothing," Qi Yousui said vaguely with obvious hesitation on his face, as if he dared not admit it:

"nothing dealing with you."

Chu Queze's expression froze when he heard the words, the arcs of the end of his eyes looked like butterflies that had been roughly knocked down, and he fell down quickly. His helpless fingers clenched the hem of his clothes, and he didn't relax for a long time.

After a while, he turned his head inch by inch like a puppet, folded his arms on the table, slowly buried his head in his arms, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Qi Yousui's heart suddenly skipped a beat: "..."

Qi Yousui was originally very big-hearted, and never paid attention to Chu Queze's every move, but after being scolded by Qi Qingyun, he seemed to suddenly wake up a lot, and blurted out the words "it has nothing to do with you", just Realizing that the big thing is not good, he subconsciously looked at Chu Queze, and seeing the other party's lost appearance, a feeling that he had never felt before suddenly appeared in his mind——

I just... It seems a little too hurtful.

As soon as this idea appeared, Qi Yousui, who had never reflected on himself, was suddenly at a loss. He couldn't help but sit up straight with his slack body, his expression gradually became stiff, as if someone had randomly put together facial features on his face, looking at Chu Queze hesitated to speak for a long time, but suddenly didn't know what to do.

He subtly sympathized with Chu Queze, and knew in his heart that he was wrong, but for the time being, he couldn't do what Qi Qingyun said, sincerely apologize to others.

Qi Qingyun didn't know about the matter between Qi Yousui and Chu Queze, and was filling up leave notes for four people in the office. While signing for him, Liu Chengbi urged the art committee:

"Discuss with class monitor Chu Queze and choose a few students to do blackboard newspapers. This time, the blackboard newspaper works will be judged by the whole school. You ask Chu Queze to carefully select people."

The literary and art committee was a little embarrassed: "Teacher, I asked the students in our class, and they didn't want to paint the blackboard because they thought it was time to pay for drawing the blackboard."

"Also, what they painted... um..." the art committee member coughed, but stopped talking.

Liu Chengbi is a good teacher, and he didn't force him to complete the task, he just said: "Don't directly catch the strong men, let them sign up, don't ask for good-looking paintings to stand out from the crowd, just ask for them to be well-behaved, and don't count down."

Qi Qingyun: ...that's too humble.

He glanced at Liu Chengbi who was rubbing his temples worryingly, thought for a while, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and took the initiative to say:

"Teacher, I can recommend someone. He is very good at drawing and should be able to handle it."

"Who?" As soon as Qi Qingyun finished speaking, Liu Chengbi's spirit shook, and he immediately sat up straight, looking at Qi Qingyun with eager eyes:

"There are still students in our class who can draw?"

"Yes." Qi Qingyun smiled, and said seriously: "I recommend Qi Yousui."

"......"

Before Qi Qingyun finished speaking, the smile on Liu Chengbi's face slowly collapsed, as if she wanted to roll her eyes, but held back, and said reluctantly:

"Student Qi, the teacher is not in the mood to joke with you now."

As far as Qi Yousui's virtue is concerned, he knows how to draw tortoises and turtles on the blackboard, so it is really embarrassing for him to draw blackboard newspapers.

"Teacher, I'm not joking." Qi Qingyun unconsciously nodded with the slip between her fingertips, as if thinking about how to persuade Liu Chengbi:

"...I have seen Qi Yousui paint, and his art skills and aesthetics are both passable."

"Teacher, you can trust me once, if not, I will draw a new one before the evaluation."

Qi Qingyun has seen Qi Yousui's paintings for Chu Queze, and knows that the other party has certain art skills, and his ability to draw blackboard newspapers is more than enough.

Qi Yousui's reputation in the class is too bad now, if he gets along with others like this, it will only make his character more and more distorted, so he has to find a way to make others and himself feel valued.

"..." Qi Qingyun's words have come to this point, and Liu Chengbi is not easy to discriminate against poor students. Hearing this, he reluctantly nodded, but said with some worry:

"I'm afraid he won't do it."

"No." The smile on Qi Qingyun's face became more and more sincere:

"Teacher, you just need to inform him directly, and I will persuade him."

Liu Chengbi's guess was correct. When she asked Qi Yousui to draw the blackboard to tell the time, she was rejected and said proudly:

"I don't paint, it's a waste of my time."

"If you don't draw, Chu Queze will be begging for help with this slap-printed face."

Qi Qingyun put chalks of various colors under the blackboard slot, rolled up his sleeves, and reminded softly:

"Don't forget, it's because of you that they suffered an unreasonable disaster."

"You have the heart to let him be laughed at again?"

"..." Qi Yousui stopped talking immediately, rolled his gloomy eyes, and stared at Qi Qingyun's back for a long time, before walking over and snatching his chalk away, groaning angrily road:

"Draw and paint."

After finishing speaking, he added emphatically: "I just didn't realize it last time! From now on, as long as I'm here, I will definitely, definitely not let him be beaten!"

"If you want to beat him, first step over my dead body!"

Qi Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Eldest young master, now is a peaceful age, who wants to straddle your corpse."

After finishing speaking, he paused, looked at Qi Yousui's unconvinced expression, looked away, raised the book in his hand, and changed the subject, "Get down to business."

"Want to see the template?" Qi Qingyun said, "I've been looking for someone for a long time before I can get it."

"Templates will only limit a person's thinking." Speaking of drawing things, Qi Yousui started to talk a lot. After thinking about the theme for a while, he stood on the table and began to draw a frame, muttering in a low voice:

"It's simply overkill."

Because it was after school, there was no one in the classroom, only the father and son were left, Qi Qingyun held the table for him, and smiled after hearing this:

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world, great painter, can you shine for the class?"

"My masters are masters Qu Qingbai and Qiu Yanping. I have studied traditional Chinese painting and oil painting for 12 years, and I ended up drawing blackboard newspapers for the class. Don't you think it's outrageous?" Qi Yousui turned his head and glared at him:

"You just asked the teacher to find trouble for me on purpose?"

"You can see all of this." Qi Qingyun looked at Qi Yousui's flying chalk tip, and patted the chalk dust on his shoulder, causing the other party to look at him strangely, and said with a nonchalant smile:

"Exercise your spirit of serving the people."

"......" Qi Yousui couldn't say no to Qi Qingyun, so he shut his mouth in resentment. After conceiving, he speeded up, just wanting to end this torture as soon as possible, but Qi Qingyun usually A person who is strangely indifferent, after inexplicably saying that he is his father, he gradually talked more, chatting with him casually, which made him feel awkward:

"You really don't want that photo frame anymore?"

Qi Yousui paused when he heard the words, his eyes rolled hesitantly, and he wrote again after a while, and his voice gradually lowered as he slowed down:

"...A lot of things, not what I think, they will follow...Because I know that the earth doesn't revolve around me."

Because there was no one else in the classroom, Qi Yousui didn't know why he would open up his heart in front of Qi Qingyun. The dull voice echoed in the empty classroom, like an empty well under the moon, and it became a little gloomy for no reason:

"For example, when I was just born, my father died. I was called a disaster star, a little waste that no one wanted. At that time, I was in kindergarten and didn't understand anything, so I came home crying and asked me Can mom find me another father?"

Qi Qingyun thought about it, but found it understandable, and then asked:

"Then?"

"...My mother took out a wooden stick on the spot and said that if she heard me say a word, she would break my leg directly."

The creaking of the chalk soundlessly revealed a little anger, as if trying to pierce the blackboard alive.

"..." Qi Qingyun hesitated for a moment, muttering in her heart that Zhong Xue is definitely not this character, and her ending sounded a little confused: "Your mother... how could she be so fierce?"

"It's more than fierce." Qi Yousui scratched two lines on the blackboard vigorously, and the more he said, the more he said, he didn't realize that he was being tricked by Qi Qingyun, and said angrily:

"He has a dead face all day long, and he is elusive. For eight years, I haven't seen him visit me a few times. Occasionally, he has a cold face, just like facial nerve necrosis, until he died. , I haven’t seen him smile a few times——in the photo with my dad, he smiled so brightly that his eyes disappeared.”

"Sometimes, I feel that my mother doesn't love me. He seems to only like my father. If I weren't my father's son, he wouldn't even look at me more."

"I feel like I'm really redundant."

Qi Yousui suddenly threw the short pink chalk into the box, and replaced it with a blue one. He looked at the patterns gradually forming on the blackboard, and shrugged as usual, pretending not to care:

"But forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, everyone... is gone, so it's useless to say more."

"......"

Qi Qingyun looked at Qi Yousui's drooping eyebrows, obviously expressionless, but Qi Qingyun felt a sense of loss inexplicably, paused, and said affirmatively:

"Your parents... must love you."

"I do not believe."

"I'm a disaster star who has no parents, no one wants, stay away from me." Qi Yousui said indifferently, jumped down from the table, looked at the blackboard newspaper that was half completed, and patted the paper in his hand. Chalk dust, changing the topic very bluntly:

"Just find a good word and write the content on it, and you're done. Don't bother me with the rest."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, as if he didn't want to stay in the same room with Qi Qingyun to continue this topic, but his wrist suddenly tightened, and he was directly pulled back.

"...Qi is old."

When Qi Qingyun heard Qi Yousui say in a self-deprecating tone that he was a disaster star without parents, a stabbing pain suddenly emerged in his heart, as if his lungs were entangled by dense thorny vines, and even breathing was unbearably painful After a long while, he clenched Qi Yousui's wrist tightly and felt a little real, and then slowly opened his mouth:

"...Come with me again."

"Where are you going?" Qi Yousui stood still without looking back, trying to pull his wrist out of Qi Qingyun's palm, but of course it failed, and his voice gradually became cold: "Let me go."

"Come with me to sister Cui."

Qi Qingyun didn't listen to him, and with a little force on her fingertips, she pulled Qi Yousui, who was full of resistance, to her, forcing him to face her face to face.

Qi Yousui's indifferent demeanor did not affect Qi Qingyun, he took a deep breath, trying to calm down, put his palm on Qi Yousui's shoulder and clenched it, and after a few seconds, he slowly opened his mouth.

He didn't talk much, but in just two sentences, his words were quiet and firm, which made Qi Yousui, who was originally irritable, stunned inconceivably, and widened his eyes in astonishment as if doubting his own ears:

"If the frame of the photo can be intact, and the photos can be returned to the original owner, if there is such a thing..."

"Would you like to trust me and go for a paternity test with me?"