Bad intentions

"You are quite busy as a young actor who just debuted," I said, "you have to leave so soon."

Yu Chen'an said: "Director He recommended the past one, saying it was very reliable, and the filming of the modern drama will be finished soon."

The TV was not turned off, a wave of advertisements appeared on the incomprehensible program, and the new version of the play "Thunderstorm" was about to be broadcast in theaters again.

I heard that I was in the city where the tour was held, so I said to Yu Chenan: "Didn't you say you liked this very much before? When you come back from filming, the time is just right, let's go see it together."

After speaking, I really started to open the ticketing software to see the ticket sales information.

But Yu Chen'an had a different opinion: "Forget it, I suddenly seem to...not like it very much."

He didn't look at me, but looked at the floor: "When I was in school, I seemed to like this kind of works very much. It's all like this. But maybe it's become more secular now. It’s still too metaphysical, too literary. The reality is not like this, it’s much more complicated.”

"What's different?" I asked him.

"Life continues," Yu Chen'an said, "just like you and your father."

Transferred back to me.

I proposed to send Yu Chen'an to the airport, but he didn't object, and he promised that he would pass the test of subject one when he came back.

"Is it so difficult?" I couldn't figure it out, "Did you secretly take the exam again a few days ago and failed?"

Yu Chen'an acquiesced: "I will drive you after I get the driver's license, and I will go racing."

I admired his ambition and helped him lift the suitcase into the car.

He also brought more than one suitcase. I carried one up here, and he went to get another.I stood in front of the trunk and saw a small piece of paper fall out because of the angle.

I wanted to put it back for him, but the yellowed paper was facing me, so I couldn't see it.

It was a birth certificate, the mother was a lady surnamed Yu, and my father's name was written in the father's column.

Yu Chenan was walking over, I heard his footsteps, I didn't stop, and continued to stuff the birth certificate back.

Yu Chen'an stacked the box on top and said, "Let's go."

"Okay," I agreed, getting ready to close the trunk.

Yu Chen'an suddenly stopped, leaned over, looked at the exposed birth certificate, and asked me: "Did you find out?"

"I can't get a taxi now," I just said, "If you still can't walk, I'm not responsible for missing your flight."

"Don't avoid the topic." Damn it, what kind of world is this, it's actually Yu Chenan who is aggressively chasing me.

"I found out," I said impatiently, "Then what can I do, I won't be able to kill you within three days."

"Let's go?" I asked again, "Or should I unload the luggage now and you go take a taxi."

"Let's go." Yu Chen'an finally said.