I'm still doing fine

If there hadn't been the quarrel before the start of the university, the Liang family father and son would probably still be able to live together as a loving father and son.

It's a pity that Liang Duanyuan, who is not good at communication, meets Liang Chengjun, who is even more evasive in communication. Disputes and differences have become traps that cannot be escaped.

Secretary Liang, who said nothing in two ways, and Liang Duanyuan, who was just a late bloomer at that time, both fell into the trick.

Liang Chengjun is a simple father who largely believes that actions speak louder than words.

Knowing that he was absent, he was worried about the safety of the child, so he sent a car to pick him up and waited in the morning and evening. He was worried that his son would be struggling with self-study, so he found the best teacher for one-on-one tutoring. He was even afraid that the child would suffer from remarriage. Did not remarry...became a grizzled old man in a blink of an eye.

Liang Chengjun is also an elder who can't make mistakes.

He came out of the mountains and knew that the place was barren, so he always helped out with limited financial resources. Since the year he returned to Shuosang, distant cousins ​​of the same age as Liang Duanyuan have come to board intermittently.

The 130-square-meter house is more like a hotel to Liang Chengjun. He spends most of the day at work, and the double bed will be unused for more than a month when he is on a business trip.

But for Liang Duanyuan, who was an "orphan" living alone for many years at that time, it was the only place he had the initiative, and it was very inconvenient for him to be tied up by successive strangers vying to visit first.

Liang Duanyuan was not stingy. In fact, judging from the current situation, this big man of few words was kind and magnanimous to the point of generosity, but he was a little upset at that time.

This is reflected in actions, that is, Liang Duanyuan will knock on the door and walk into Liang Chengjun's study every now and then, asking when the current boarding guests will leave.

Liang Chengjun was annoyed by his questioning, and his impatient words turned into accusations, selfishness, self-interest, ignorance of suffering...Many words that should not be used to describe him were all placed in Liang Chengjun's anger. On the head of the kite.

Over the years, the grievances and grievances have accumulated into a tower, and finally broke out on a certain day.

This day, Liang Duanyuan came out after taking a shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and turned a corner to drink water, but she surprised the strange girl sitting in the living room.

Liang Cheng took him into the study for this and reprimanded him head and face.

The sporadic anger merged into a raging flame, and Liang Duanyuan slammed the door for the first time. He asked his father for an explanation, whether this is the Liang family, or Liang Chengjun's home alone.

The results he got that day were very unsatisfactory, because there was still a whole month before the report date, Liang Duanyuan went out with all the luggage on his back. At that time, Liang Chengjun was sitting on the sofa behind him in pajamas, his face darkened. Like the bottom of a pot, "Where are you going?"

"Go to school." Liang Duanyuan rolled her eyelids, pulled out the suitcase, stood up straight and looked at him, "If you spend your money, I'm not qualified to listen to your explanations, I understand. I don't need to pay in the future, I will Feed themselves."

Whether it was accidentally stabbed by her father's self-esteem as an adult, or whether the accumulation of unequal relationships over the years has only exploded today, Liang Duanyuan herself can't tell, let alone Liang Chengjun who was left behind.

The nearly fifty-year-old secretary kicked over the coffee table in front of him, gasping for breath and feeling the pain in his lungs.

However, Secretary Liang wasn't too worried about his son, because he remitted enough money to his bank card early in the dark, thinking that if this stubborn donkey encounters any troubles when he goes out, he won't be penniless and unable to deal with it.

As for this dispute, after a while, when the money is gone, this kid will come back. After all, the school and home are in the same city. Is it possible that I have to apologize first?

But he still underestimated Liang Duanyuan's stubbornness. After July of that year, in three years, Liang Duanyuan really never went home again, and never asked him for a penny.Just making a phone call to report safety during the holidays is more punctual than the delivery robot of the telecommunications system.

This story spread in Liang Chengjun's work unit, and everyone praised him, saying that Secretary Liang's son has a great temper, and he will surely achieve great things in the future and be self-sufficient. How many are there?

Poor Secretary Liang never bows his head, but has a soft-spoken and soft-hearted temper. He can only rely on the academic affairs announcement of Shuosang University to know that his son is probably doing well. He has won the National Award and the first-class scholarship, which is indeed enough to pay the tuition fees. , As for living expenses... Forget it, who cares, he has such a big temper, let him earn it by himself, and he won't regret it if he doesn't suffer a little bit!

At such times, Liang Duanyuan, who was at school, would touch his ears, always feeling a little hot at the base of his ears, but most of the time he didn't care much, pinched his earlobes, and went to the next place.

Did Liang Duanyuan, who talked about the Declaration of Independence, regret it?

In fact, there are naturally.

For example, at the moment when the sycamore trees on the campus road began to lose their leaves, people in a large area were impetuous and ready to move, which already revealed that the National Day holiday was coming soon, but he answered the phone and was about to put on his coat and rush out of the stadium, leaving Cheng Jingqiao and others behind. Fighting alone, hurried to clean up the mess.

After all, there is no way to cannibalize people and be loyal to others.

It was nearly 11 o'clock when he returned to the dormitory by the time he was a substitute driver for free, dropped off drunk clients, and caught the last subway.

"Hey! Duanyuan, good news or bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" As soon as she entered the dormitory and ran into Chen Chen who was visiting, Liang Duanyuan subconsciously looked at Tang Xiaozheng's position. Come back, it's not reconciled.

"Bad news." Liang Duanyuan took off her coat while putting away her things.

"The subway was built outside the school gate, the water pipe was dug up, and the hot water in the dormitory building will be cut off today and tomorrow, so I can't take a shower." Chen Chen dragged Tang Xiaozheng's chair, and slammed his chin on the back of the chair, looking A bit excited, not like bad news.

"What's the good news?" Liang Duanyuan opened the door to test the temperature at night, thinking that she would have to wipe her body with cold water, feeling a little worried.

"Come and see!" Chen Chen took out a small envelope from his trouser pocket, "Our professional teacher designed the Yupo Hot Spring Villa a few years ago, it will be completed this year, and I sent you a few package tickets, we can go to the hot springs !"

Liang Duanyuan took it and counted, "6, all for you?"

"It was originally for a group." Chen Chen smiled smugly, "But everyone else in our group has a girlfriend, and they have already booked a ticket to go out to play, which is cheaper for me."

"You can't love me this time, can you? Don't go to part-time job, it's hard to take a vacation." Chen Chen pulled out two cards and handed them to him, looking a bit rich and powerful, "If you have friends, come together, if you have a thin waist and long legs Miss Sister couldn't be better."

That's what he said, but Chen Chen didn't expect this autistic child to be successful suddenly, he just touched his nose and took out another one, hesitating, and took out two, "Here, give it to Xiaozheng for me, if he If you have friends, you can take them with you."

"He's coming back soon, wait a minute?" Liang Duanyuan looked at the time and leaned on the table to take it.

"Oh, I forgot to put the clothes in the air." As soon as the words came to this point, Chen Chen suddenly stood up, pushed the door and ran away like burning his buttocks, "See you tomorrow!" As soon as the door closed, the room was filled with silence. The only trace left is Tang Xiaozheng's crooked chair that failed to return to its place.

The hurried footsteps ran to the stairs, gradually slowed down and stopped, Chen Chen sighed, and suddenly he was not so happy.

41 days.

Chen Chen avoided Tang Xiaozheng for a full 41 days, and after being exhausted, he slowly realized that he couldn't hide at all.

He gets up every day and opens the closet. On half a row of clothes hangers are scattered jackets that are one size too big. They were taken off by Tang Xiaozheng and lent to him when he was wearing thin clothes. Staying for long-term requisition, although he was always joked that he would play some dress-up games at his age, he never saw the slightest resistance from his master.

He opened his schoolbag in class every day, and there were stacks of draft papers full of diagrams in the folded textbook. It was because he couldn't understand the torque deflection, and when he couldn't calculate the force of the truss, Tang Xiaozheng sat beside him. What was left over from the explanation can be recalled at a glance now, Tang Xiaozheng patiently disliked it.

Even when he sits at the table and looks up every day, there are orderly storage cloth bags of different sizes hanging on the wall hooks, which are all the small objects he piled up and placed on the surface in disorder in the past, Tang Xiaozheng came over I really couldn't stand the visits, so I bought tools from Taobao and came to tidy them up.

Chen Chen's life is full of traces of Tang Xiaozheng, but fortunately, the traces of Tang Xiaozheng are not ugly.

"Chenchen?" Tang Xiaozheng suddenly walked up the stairs, with a button on the collar of his shirt, revealing a small piece of slightly moist skin, he was a little out of breath, "Didn't you tell me to wait for me while playing on the computer, I will play all the games for you Okay, what are you running for?"

Half an hour ago, he received a long-lost message from Chen Chen. He was waiting for his teacher to arrange vacation tasks, and he wanted to leave in a hurry. However, the teacher is notoriously gentle, so he delayed until now.

The person who was thinking about it suddenly appeared in front of him with night lights that lit up layer by layer. Chen Chen's loose eyes focused on Tang Xiaozheng's face, he took a small step back, and smiled a little confidently, "I didn't run away, I Get your clothes."

"What clothes are you collecting?" Tang Xiaozheng gave him a lame excuse and smiled angrily. Standing under a step, he suddenly reached out and rubbed the broken hair on his forehead, "The sun didn't rise today, remember before you lie next time." Go out and take a look."

The soft forehead hair couldn't separate the warmth of the palm, Chen Chen felt a little dizzy, holding back a breath of rebellion, and disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"It's not that you have something to give me." Tang Xiaozheng quickly withdrew his hand, curling his fist into a hollow and hanging by his side, "What is it?"

"Anyway, it's a good thing." Chen Chen shook his head, as if he knew that his next sentence would pull him back, thinking that he had been awkward and bored for so long, but Tang Xiaozheng didn't notice it at all. Frustrated, he left in a hurry, "Go back and see, I'll hand it over to Duan Yuan."

He trotted down the stairs, but hesitated and paused on the landing, "You said there's nothing to do during the holidays, don't go back on your word."

"En." Tang Xiaozheng waved his hand at him, the corner of his mouth twitched and endured, finally he couldn't restrain himself, and shouted, "Don't run down the stairs, watch the road!"

A few lights were broken in the corridor, Tang Xiaozheng walked between the light and the dark accompanied by the faint wind, before pushing the door to go in, he stretched out his hand to look at the palm of his hand.

It seems that the remaining warmth is something shady.