Porcelain industry leader

On the way back just now, I passed the mahjong parlor and saw that the door was closed, so after going upstairs, Gu Qingchi listened carefully to the movement in the room as usual.

If Dad is at home at this point, he will definitely watch TV in the living room

To be honest, he was afraid that Song Yu would see his father.

Dad's temper comes up as soon as he says it, and he doesn't care about other people's feelings. He is afraid that if there is another quarrel, Song Yu will be frightened.

If Dad was at home, he was going to invite Song Yu to eat outside, but fortunately, there was no one at home, and the mess before leaving last night had already been cleaned up.

It's a miracle.

Gu Qingchi pulled out the key and pointed to the room, "Sit down casually, I'll see if there is anything in the refrigerator that I can get for you, if there is nothing, go out and eat."

"Oh, good." In fact, as long as he can stay with Gu Qingchi for a while, Song Yu feels that it doesn't matter if he eats instant noodles.

Gu Qingchi saw soup bowls and wine glasses in the kitchen sink, and packed plastic bags and noodles in the trash can.

The noodles have not had time to fall off yet, it seems that Dad should have just left not long ago.

In fact, after a night of precipitation, his anger has basically subsided, and he found a new job today, so he is in a good mood, and he doesn't intend to continue arguing with his father.

...Besides, he is ashamed to stay at Song Yu's house all the time, he still needs a place to live.

After his job stabilized, he planned to rent a small house to save himself from arguing with his father all day long.

He didn't want to watch the mahjong hall either.

Only tomatoes and eggs are ready-made in the refrigerator. Pork and chicken will not melt after being frozen for a while, so they need to be soaked in water for a while.

He felt that it was too shabby to just ask for a meal of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, "Why don't we go out to eat, the refrigerator is empty."

With sharp eyes, Song Yu had already caught a glimpse of the eggs and tomatoes on the table, raised his chin and asked, "Isn't there?"

"It's only enough to cook an egg noodle, let's go out to eat." Gu Qingchi said.

"Noodles are noodles. I haven't eaten your cooked noodles yet. Is it delicious?" Song Yu leaned on the door frame.

"I think it's okay. Anyway, my dad likes to eat. I still remember that the first thing he taught me to make when I was a child was egg noodles with tomatoes." Gu Qingchi recalled with a smile, "I was more impressed by one night, Around [-] or [-] o’clock, I was hungry, crying and refusing to go to bed. My dad got up from the bed and got me a bowl. At that time, I really felt that tomato egg noodles were probably like this The best food in the world."

"How old are you?" Song Yu asked, in his impression, every time he heard Gu Qingchi mention his father, he didn't seem very happy. He always thought that Gu Qingchi hated his father, but he still had good memories?

"I don't remember, I'm still in elementary school anyway." Gu Qingchi said.

"Then will your father beat you?" Song Yu asked.

"Hit, my dad has been beating me for as long as I can remember. Whenever something goes wrong, he loses his temper indiscriminately." Gu Qingchi sighed.

"Then it's not easy for you to come this way." Song Yu flattened his mouth, a little distressed, Gu Qingchi's father's position in his heart instantly belonged to the villain's group.

He doesn't think that parents can't beat and scold their children. After all, there are too many ugly children now, so they should be disciplined, but at least there must be a degree, so as not to hurt the children.

Excessive beating and scolding is domestic violence, and domestic violence is always wrong.

Gu Qingchi started to make dinner, Song Yu wandered around the living room, out of the professional instinct of an interior designer, he almost wanted to tear down the house and rebuild it.

All the decorations in the house are completely left over from the end of the last century. The white walls have turned yellow, and there are still big cracks on the ceiling. It is estimated that it will leak when it rains.

The material of the sofa is black artificial leather at first glance. There are several holes on it, which are probably burnt by cigarette butts. The yellow sponge is clearly visible. Judging from the color and style, it must be left by the landlord.

The dining table against the wall is the kind that seats eight in a square shape. The body of the table is painted with a layer of red paint, and the cracks are slightly raised.

Amazingly... there are only two chairs.

Song Yu slammed down and sat down. As soon as his butt touched it, he felt something was wrong.

In that one-tenth of a second he reacted.

The legs of this chair are fucking broken!

His heart tightened, and he instinctively reached out to grab the table, but it was a pity that he fell to the ground before he could touch the edge of the table.

He could even hear the dull thud of his back hitting the floor.

Hold.

When Gu Qingchi heard the commotion in the kitchen, he poked his head out immediately, and laughed wildly when he saw Song Yu lying on the ground holding a spatula.

"You still have the face to smile!" Song Yu roared in embarrassment and annoyance, rubbing his back sideways, "Why didn't you tell me when the chair leg was broken!"

"I'm sorry," Gu Qingchi raised his hand to support the door frame, with his forehead resting on the back of his hand, he struggled to hold back his smile, "That chair might have been accidentally kicked off by me last night."

There are only two chairs in total, and one of them is broken!

Song Yu didn't know what to say anymore, he leaned his neck and rubbed his waist, "I can see if I have a little eyesight! I can't get up! Help me!"

Gu Qingchi put down the spatula and walked over, bent slightly and held Song Yu's arm, and supported his back with the other hand to pull him up from the ground.

"Look, how many pieces has your butt been broken into?" Gu Qingchi laughed uncontrollably, and patted the dust on Song Yu's pants.

"Take it off and show you, do you want to?" Song Yu tried to twist his waist while rubbing his butt. Although the bones were not injured, he felt that there would definitely be a large bruise tomorrow.

This place obviously doesn't suit him!

Just as Gu Qingchi was about to say something, the phone in his pocket rang.

It's Uncle Hong.

This is strange, Li Hong never takes the initiative to contact him, usually directly contacting his father.

"Uncle Hong." Gu Qingchi called out.

"Well, Qing Chi, are you free tonight, go to the Night Palace KTV..." Uncle Hong briefly explained the business on the phone.

"That..." Gu Qingchi touched the bridge of his nose, and said with difficulty, "I won't go."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Uncle Hong asked.

"I don't want to go." Gu Qingchi said.

"Don't want to go? Your dad said during the day that I would give you some work to do? Why don't you want to go? Did you get into trouble with your dad?" Uncle Hong asked.

Gu Qingchi was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, to tell you the truth, I have found a new job now, and I am not going to participate in these things in the future."

"That's it..." Uncle Hong smiled, "Your father didn't tell me this. It's a good thing to have a job, but you can still help with some small favors."

"Sorry uncle, I really have something to do tonight." Gu Qingchi frowned.

"That's it." Uncle Hong hung up the phone without asking any more details.

"Did the boss of your beggar gang send you daily tasks?" Song Yu asked.

"En." Gu Qingchi nodded.

"It's very beautiful of you to refuse." Song Yu squeezed his shoulder, "You see, you have found a job, and you should start your new life. Don't be tied down too much by the past. What needs to be broken should be completely broken." break."

"En." Gu Qingchi nodded thoughtfully.

Lao Cao has a lot of people under his command, and one more or one less will not affect him much, but Uncle Hong's last sentence made him a little uneasy.

A little favor can still help.

This kind of words that seem to be in an imperative tone but seem to be as natural as an order is very uncomfortable to listen to.

The sound of flooding Jinshan came from the kitchen.

Gu Qingchi hurriedly dropped the phone and rushed into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot, and poured some cold water into it.

Song Yu walked around the house, the doors of both rooms were closed, "Which one is your bedroom? Can I visit it?" He was really bored waiting in the living room.

"Okay," Gu Qingchi helped him open the bedroom door, "but I don't have anything in my room, if you want to be idle and bored, just play with your phone, and you'll be fine soon."

What Gu Qingchi's room looks like is actually pretty much the same in the last video. There are a lot of broken cabinets and chairs, but the whole room is clean and tidy.

As expected of Mr. Snail.

Song Yu lay sprawled on the bed, and smelled Gu Qingchi's own scent, which carried a little fragrance, but he couldn't tell what it was, but it was quite refreshing anyway.

He turned over, buried his head in the quilt and sniffed.

It really smells like laundry detergent.

There were a dozen or so decks of playing cards on the head of Gu Qingchi's bed. It seemed that they should be played frequently, and the corners were already fluffed.

Song Yu sorted it out casually, and found that many of the cards had been tampered with, and they must be making magic props.

What about mind reading?

When he thought of what Gu Qingchi said to him, "I just can see what's going on in your heart", he wanted to laugh.

"Idiot." Song Yu put the cards back on the table and muttered in a low voice.

"The noodles are ready." Gu Qingchi brought the noodles to the table and shouted.

"It smells so good." Song Yu washed his hands, moved a chair out of the bedroom, stopped when his buttocks were in mid-air, turned around and pressed the seat surface to make sure it was not broken before he dared to sit down.

Gu Qingchi was holding back a smile with difficulty.

The noodles taste good, moderately soft and hard, and each noodle is wrapped in soup. The tomato is sweet and slightly sour, and it tastes very refreshing.

"Do you usually cook at home?" Song Yu asked.

"Why, do you want to praise me for the delicious cooking?" Gu Qingchi raised his eyebrows.

Song Yu rubbed the tip of his nose and laughed, "I originally wanted to boast casually, but I'm too embarrassed to do so seeing you being so shameless."

"If I am as shameless as you are, how shameless you are, you will take off your pants for me to see." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu choked on a mouthful of noodle soup, and the noodles almost spewed out of his nostrils. Unexpectedly, Gu Qingchi took a joke of his and wrote it down as a meme.

"Is your dad coming back for dinner later?" He quickly changed the subject.

"He has already finished eating and went out." Gu Qingchi said.

"Oh..." Song Yu swallowed the noodles in his mouth, "Don't you and your father usually communicate very much?"

"Why use the word Ye?" Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu smiled, "Because I basically don't communicate with my dad. Since he found a new wife, he has completely ignored my affairs. I doubt that I am his own."

Gu Qingchi was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Actually, to tell you the truth, I once suspected that my father was not my real father."

"I'm just joking..." Song Yu looked at him in a little astonishment.

"I'm not joking," Gu Qingchi sighed, "My dad hides a lot of secrets that he doesn't want to tell me, and he doesn't want to tell me about me, such as why he moved suddenly back then, why he couldn't go to school, Why do you have to follow Lao Cao to do things, why can't you call the police when something happens... There are too many, so many that I don't even bother to ask."

"Your father is really strange." Song Yu said.

"It's still very mysterious," Gu Qingchi rarely found someone he could confide in, and threw out all the little secrets that had been accumulated in his heart. "He disappeared frequently, sometimes for two or three days, sometimes For half a month, I was not allowed to call."

"Could he be the kind of unannounced reporter or undercover agent!" Song Yu leaned his upper body slightly forward, and said in a low voice, "Just the one who often plays in movies, the second boss of a big drug lord."

"He doesn't know a single word, what an ass," Gu Qingchi was amused by Song Yu's brain, "He's a drug lord, I guess he can use drugs as flour."

"Then why aren't you curious about what your dad is doing out there? Why don't you follow him? If it were me, I would definitely not be able to resist following him." Song Yu said.

"I have to watch the mahjong hall. If the mahjong hall is not open, those old men will definitely sue me. My dad will find out later and beat me to death." Gu Qingchi said.

"Damn! There must be something wrong with your father!" Song Yu slapped the table and pointed at him, and said firmly, "Could it be that he has another son outside!?"