I'm still doing fine

In the very few times when sensibility overcame rationality, it was inevitable for Liang Duanyuan to think of her parents, which was not a pleasant memory.

Mother Si Huangyong is a person who lacks responsibility.As a well-known writer, she has excellent writing skills and is full of talent. Her lifelong dream is to realize her own value, and she lives like a character in her own writing, floating in the air.

When I was young, I was looking for love, and I got together with Liang Chengjun, but after I got married, I refused to raise my husband and children, and I was looking for love again, leaving my husband and children to marry someone else. against each other.

His father, Liang Chengjun, is also an over-contained person. In his eyes, endless distances and endless people are related to him. He is concerned about the people's livelihood in all corners of the country. The people pleaded for the people, but they only forgot about their own son. They felt that this kid was in his own glory and enjoyed the benefits of material wealth, so there was no need to care about everything every day.

Liang Duanyuan hated both his mother and his father. Since he was a child, he hoped that he would be the completely opposite type to the two, the type that required some sense of responsibility but was not too overwhelming.

But looking back now, he already has a tendency to get closer to Liang Chengjun.

At that time, we lived together in the government compound, and there was always a large group of children playing games noisily after school. Girls kicked shuttlecocks, danced rubber bands, and hit sandbags, and boys mingled and dodged among them.

But the sun will always set, and the noise in the courtyard gradually subsides with the calls to go home for dinner. In the end, there is only Liang Duanyuan left alone, patting the basketball, or kicking. Stepping on a skateboard, crashing into the night from the foggy blue sky.

Even the old lady who was the nanny for the Liang family held Liang Duanyuan and lamented repeatedly before leaving, saying, "I would rather be a beggar mother than an official father."

But it is never up to him who a child follows.

In a few years, the domesticated children learned to play the piano and practice calligraphy, put on elegant clothes, brushed off the dust, and learned to surf the Internet for entertainment. The wild Liang Duanyuan became a lone wolf, and only his own driver was left to accompany him occasionally. He began to hate going home more and more.

It is easy for children to learn bad things if they are negligent in discipline, although Liang Duanyuan at that time didn't realize that she had gone astray.

Around junior high school, Liang Duanyuan fought with someone for the first time with real swords and guns. The two rolled from the third floor to the second floor. The child who was crushed and beaten by him broke three ribs.

At that time, Liang Chengjun was still an official living in a third-tier city, and he didn't have much prestige. It was the first time that an unknowing teacher invited him into the office to scold him head-on and face-to-face. It was also the first time the father and son met each other in several months.

Liang Duanyuan was prepared to be beaten. After all, almost everyone was criticizing him, saying how could he be so cruel at such a young age, but he did not expect Liang Chengjun to be unexpectedly gentle.

The sign of the safe passage was shining with a faint green light, and the usually serious man frowned, with a knife-like gully forming on his forehead, "Is the injury serious?"

The rebelliousness on Liang Duanyuan's face was caught off guard and turned into a grievance that could not be concealed. He shook his head and remained silent, not talking about the dirty words he was scolded, nor that the other party was the one who found fault first. In his hand, he only held the bloody palm that had wiped off a layer of skin, and he couldn't see the bruises on his eye sockets and the damage to the crack at the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, Liang Chengjun paid for the medical expenses and seriously apologized to the parents of the students. Then, for the only time on his own initiative, he enrolled his son in a serious and well-known Sanda class.

Both father and son are as clumsy and can't say very pleasant words, but Liang Chengjun gave Liang Duanyuan the greatest trust. He knew that no matter how rebellious his own child was, he was not a ruthless person.

Later, Liang Chengjun regretted it a little. He didn't consider that his family's IQ was not fully developed, so he misunderstood what he meant.

Liang Duanyuan became famous in the first battle, and no one in the school dared to provoke him easily, but he tasted the sweetness from that incident, as if he could wait for his father's care if he provoked trouble.

So fighting became his daily routine, sitting in the classroom and expecting to be surrounded by the front and rear doors of the school.Fortunately, he is a practical man, and he doesn't care about the gangs of young people in the second grade, and he doesn't dye his neat cropped hair with colorful colors. It's just that he didn't resist in the end, and he learned to sneak into the toilet in the corner to smoke.

Liang Duanyuan had a good time, and when she didn't want to go home, she went to her friends' bars at night, packed up a corner in the small room, and listened to their drunken lies all night long.

He dozed off like a coma in class, and his seat was in the last row in sequence, and he never moved again.If there is any improvement in junior high school, the only thing that can be said is that the body has improved. In just two years, after passing the sixth level of Sanda, it can be regarded as improving the basic quality of being a gangster.

The only thing that disappointed him was that Liang Chengjun went back to work, and when he invited his parents, he was greeted by some innocuous people, colleagues, secretary, driver, and so on.Speaking of which, Liang Chengjun had no choice. He couldn't let his elderly mother go to attend training.

The father and son separated, and Liang Chengjun was beyond his reach. Seeing that Liang Duanyuan was about to go all the way to the fork, an unexpected appearance made him rein in the precipice and narrowly turned his head.

An industrial and mining dam collapsed in the Qinnan River Valley, causing large-scale mudslides in the surrounding areas. Liang Chengjun returned from the disaster area by car, but was seriously injured by falling rocks and fell into a coma. The secretary of the co-driver died on the spot.

On that day, Liang Duanyuan sat outside the door all night holding the glass of the intensive care unit.

He found that none of the guests who came here during the day came here sincerely for the life and death of the people inside. Liang Chengjun, who was in danger at night, was no different from him, even worse than him. .

Looking at the old man with pipes all over his body, he seemed to be looking at a stranger. Liang Chengjun was clearly still a few years away from the age of knowing his destiny, so why was he so eager that his temples turned white.It turns out that the usual energy is due to the performance of hair dye.

One machine after another, which Liang Duanyuan couldn't name, flickered alternately and made a weak sound, maintaining the broken body together.

After a while of fear, he shivered involuntarily, and suddenly his dazed mind was completely awakened by the biting cold wind, and he realized that fighting for favor is not acceptable.

This man who is so clumsy in cursing is not his opponent, but his only remaining relative, if he falls, he will really have nothing.

The price of turning the prodigal son back was too high, Liang Chengjun rolled around in hell, and the attending doctor grabbed him by the collar to bring him back.

But let him say it himself, but he has to be stern but can't hide his gratification that he thinks it's worth it, because after that, Liang Duanyuan's rebellious period was completely over, and in a blink of an eye, he became a reliable adult.

During those days, Liang Duanyuan didn't want to stay by the bed, because no matter who the guests who came to visit the doctor would say before leaving, "Secretary Liang has a good son, I am blessed!", he couldn't hear it. Speaking, with a straight face of guilt and embarrassment.

But Liang Chengjun was happy, always patted his taller son, and smiled rarely, "What good fortune is there? He is full of anger."

At that time, some of the barriers between father and son seemed to gradually disappear.

Liang Duanyuan brought hot water to scrub the body of the person who couldn't stand up, and then walked away with the water basin. He thought that he still had to study. Like the big brother, he suppressed his hostility and went to sell breakfast.

If Liang Chengjun falls again in the future, he needs to be rich.

Then everything started to turn around. Liang Chengjun's term expired and he was transferred back to Shuosang. After his son grew up, he finally had enough time to live under the same roof.

Except that Liang Duanyuan's grades in high school were not satisfactory, everything went well.

Fortunately, Liang Duanyuan is a very down-to-earth person. When he was a gangster, he was a hardworking gangster. When he is a student, he must also be a hardworking student.

He was ranked in the bottom quarter of the class in the first year of high school, but he was not ashamed to work hard at the beginning of school.He didn't seem to care much about the grades, he just focused on the exercises.

Few of the high school classmates knew about Liang Duanyuan's past, and the few three or four students who graduated from the same school were frightened by his elder brother's previous prestige and did not dare to talk about it.

Therefore, in the new school, Liang Duanyuan became a legendary and positive figure.

It is rumored that this big man was the bottom of the grades in the first year of high school, and he carried the junior high school exercises on his back, but he had already entered the top 50 of the school before the third year of high school. Reading on the desk.

For the children who can't talk to him, Liang Duanyuan is a true reproduction of the chicken soup story, positive and inspirational enough.But for the students in the same classroom, such a person is not pleasing.

Because people standing on the same starting line are a little anxious to see their peers riding the dust, so Liang Duanyuan doesn't have many friends.

Before the college entrance examination, amidst the restlessness and turmoil, he was the only one who still sat still, not caring about the meaning of reading, not listening to poetry and the tranquility of the distance, and not caring about the world outside the campus.

Everyone is a bird in a cage, ready to fly high, only he is the wild goose at home, flying back from the dust outside, knowing that there is still a mountain beyond the mountain, and the sea is still at the end of the sea.

Perhaps it was due to his stable mentality, that college entrance examination was Liang Duanyuan's best grade in three years, Liang Chengjun was still calm after hearing the news, he looked calm after taking a sip of hot tea, he was happy when he went back that night Decided to put on a big show of wine, almost passing the approval of the officials to hold a banquet.

When Liang Duanyuan came back from playing ball that night, he opened the door and before he could wash off his stinky sweat, he was filled with the list of invitations written by Liang Chengjun. He pursed his lips, as if he couldn't hold back his smile, Said "I listen to you, please." Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.