Porcelain industry leader

"Forged? How is that possible!? Just kidding me!" Song Yu frowned and raised his voice, he couldn't believe it at all.

"Fake ID cards are subject to criminal responsibility. Can I joke with you about such a big matter?" Zhou Yanran exhaled, "Fortunately, our finance company discovered this matter first, otherwise it would be discovered by the bank. It's big."

Song Yu froze on the spot for a long time, not knowing what to say.

He couldn't imagine why something like an ID card was forged.

Could it be that Gu Qingchi is still a minor! ?

fuck!

impossible!

But he couldn't think of any other reason at this moment.

A piercing whistle sounded from behind, and Song Yu finally came back to his senses, and lightly stepped on the accelerator.

On the phone, Zhou Yanran continued to say: "I don't know if your friend has used this ID card for other things, but forging and altering a ID card is an illegal act in itself, and if it is serious, you will be sentenced."

These few words frightened Song Yu.

He didn't know whether Gu Qingchi had used this ID card for other things before, but there was a great possibility that he had, because Gu Qingchi once boasted that he had pledged his fake ID card to him for a loan of 3 yuan.

Does Gu Qingchi know that this ID card is forged?

No, no, he probably didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have given his ID card to Zhou Yanran so generously.

Or, Gu Qingchi has two ID cards, one is used when going out to deal with people, the other is usually used, and this time he accidentally made a mistake?

That's a really serious violation.

What should I do then?Is it illegal to help conceal?

Hey, my brain hurts.

If he was going to die in this life, he would definitely be fucked to death for worrying about Gu Qingchi.

Song Yu knocked on the steering wheel, no matter what, he still chose to believe in Gu Qingchi's character.

"Where have you been these few days?" Gu Jian asked while sitting at the dining table.

"I'm looking for a job." Gu Qingchi put the dishes on the table and went to the kitchen to cook some rice.

"Why didn't Li Hong let you go there?" Gu Jian asked.

"Didn't Li Hong let it go, didn't you let it go?" Gu Qingchi smiled.

Gu Jian bit open the beer bottle with his teeth, and asked while pouring wine into the glass: "Then you mean you want to quarrel with me to the end?"

"I didn't want to make trouble with you," Gu Qingchi shook his hands and walked out of the kitchen, pulled out a chair and sat down, "I've already said, I don't want to do this anymore, can't I? I just want to work steadily every day, I don’t want to be speechless every time someone asks me what I do.”

Gu Jian took a sip of his wine and smiled, "Then can you find what you call a solid job?"

"I can find it." Gu Qingchi raised his hand and picked up a pair of chopsticks.

"So confident, where are you going to find it?" Gu Jian asked.

Gu Qingchi smiled, "I've already found a job, and a friend introduced me."

Gu Jian squinted at him and said nothing.

Dad did not raise objections again, Gu Qingchi was a little relieved.

The 83 version of "Journey to the West" was still playing on the TV. The scene of Monkey King making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, every time he saw the dry ice, he would think of the water tank where Song Yu's family raised goldfish.

Although my dad doesn't know a few big characters, he also enjoys watching it.

The rice cooker in the kitchen beeped twice, and Gu Qingchi went in to fill two bowls of rice. After brewing for a long time, he still couldn't help but ask, "Dad, can you tell me about my mother?"

Gu Jian turned his head and glanced at him, then turned to the TV, "Why do you suddenly want to talk about this?"

"It wasn't suddenly..." Before Gu Qingchi could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Let's eat." Gu Jian picked up the rice bowl.

"Dad." Gu Qingchi called again tentatively.

"You still know that I am your father, so you have to be obedient." Gu Jian took a big mouthful of rice.

"I've been listening to you for 23 years, but you, you have kept it from me for 23 years. It's too unfair to me." Lu Qingchi stared into his father's eyes, feeling that if he didn't say it today, he would definitely will suffocate.

Gu Jian paused for a moment when he was picking up vegetables, and his expression was a little unnatural, "What kind of gossip did you hear again? Did that grandson of Zhou Jingzhong tell you nonsense again?"

Dad's sudden mention of Zhou Jingzhong surprised Gu Qingchi, and he followed his will.

"I knew it!" Gu Jian slammed the table, pointed at the air and yelled, "He knows what the hell! That bastard, listen to his nonsense! Is it me who has raised you for so many years or he? How many years have you been?"

"Am I your son?!" When Gu Qingchi said this, his voice trembled a little, and his heart rose.

I don't even know why I blurted out this sentence.

Obviously there are many questions, and there are many ways to ask questions, but I chose the most straightforward and hurtful one.

Perhaps subconsciously, he has decided that his father is not his own father.

After yelling these words, Dad froze together with him.

There was panic and bewilderment in Dad's eyes, which made him suddenly feel a chill running from the soles of his feet along his spine to Tianling Gai.

He felt that he was asking the right question.

"That's why you have to be so focused on finding a job, isn't it?" Gu Jian sneered.

Gu Qingchi's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

Dad didn't deny, didn't get angry, didn't pick up the wine bottle and scold him.

The answer couldn't be more obvious.

He didn't know why, but he felt his chest was congested. He picked at a groove in the base of the rice bowl that was accidentally broken, and he was stunned for a while before he asked, "Where's my mother?"

"You don't have a mother!" Gu Jian raised his voice and pointed at him, "Where did you get a mother!"

"You treat me like a three-year-old child," Gu Qingchi tried his best to keep calm, "You kept telling me you were sorry when you were drunk, after all..."

"I've never been damn sorry to you!" Gu Jian threw the rice bowl away, and the small white porcelain bowl turned half a circle on the table.

Gu Qingchi didn't reach out his hand, watching it roll to the edge of the table.

Then with a bang, it shattered on the floor.

"Yes, you are indeed not my own, but I have brought you to such a great age! It is not someone else," Gu Jian clenched his fists and knocked on the table, "Did I give you something to eat or drink?" !..."

Gu Qingchi only felt a "buzz" in his head, and then his breathing became difficult, and his chest heaved violently.

He couldn't speak, couldn't hear the sound, and held the chopsticks in his hand tightly, not knowing what to do.

Although he had had a similar imagination before, guessing that he was not his father's own, but when he actually heard this sentence from his father's mouth, he was still shocked and even a little unacceptable.

It hurts in the stomach.

Everyone was stunned.

The screen on the TV didn't stop, nor did his father's roar. Looking at him, Lu Qingchi felt his teeth chattering.

"Didn't you always think I'm a rotten person? You were picked up by this rotten person!" Gu Jian raised his voice and stared at him, with veins on his face bursting out of anger, "If it wasn't for this rotten person like me, , you fucking rotted in the snow long ago!"

Song Yu drove to the coffee shop and took back Gu Qingchi's fake ID card. Regardless of whether this thing was made by Gu Qingchi or not, he must educate it.

That idiot Gu Qingchi has no culture, maybe he doesn't even know that forging an ID card is a crime.

Thinking that he might have used this ID card for other things gave him a headache.

I almost took it to the bank to apply for a card!

"I'm really sorry, I don't know what's going on," Song Yu put the ID card into his wallet, "I'll explain it to you when I ask it later."

Zhou Yanran waved her hand, "It's okay, it's okay, it's a good thing our finances found out about it, if it's really taken to the bank, it will be deducted directly, and a fine will inevitably be imposed."

"I'm really sorry," Song Yu clasped his hands together and bowed, "Gu Qingchi's character is absolutely fine, but his family is more complicated. I guess he doesn't even know that this stuff is fake."

"A black household?" Zhou Yanran asked. She knew that many children from rural areas were not part of the family planning program, so they couldn't settle down.

"I'm really not very clear about this." Song Yu originally wanted to ask whether this position could be reserved for Gu Qingchi first, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only repeat it again, "But he is really good. "

Zhou Yanran saw his concerns, "Hurry up and ask, even if you are a criminal, you can go to the Public Security Bureau to open an account again. It's not a problem. If I don't tell you, no one here will discriminate against him."

"Thank you." Song Yu smiled and nodded.

Gu Qingchi's phone couldn't be reached, Song Yu went to the mahjong hall to take a look, the door was closed, and drove the car downstairs to Gu Qingchi's house.

He was very hungry, but he didn't care about shopping, so he rushed upstairs after taking two sips of mineral water.

Gu Qingchi's house didn't have a doorbell, so he knocked several times, but no one answered.

He lay on the railing of the corridor and kept dialing the phone. When an old lady passed by, he immediately lowered his head and called out, "Auntie, do you know Gu Qingchi?"

"Ah?" The aunt raised her head in response, "I know you."

"Do you know where he went?" Song Yu asked.

"I don't know, I don't know." The aunt waved her hands and walked away with the basket on her shoulders.

The door behind him was suddenly opened, Song Yu was startled, turned around and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

This was the first time he saw the real version of Gu Qingchi's father, and he was slightly shocked.

Gu Qingchi's father's face is not as square as in the photo, nor is it so obscene, but the sullenness in his eyes is obvious.

"Hello, Uncle." Song Yu bowed slightly, smelling a strong smell of alcohol.

"Who are you?" Gu Jian asked.

Although Song Yu felt that Gu Qingchi's father's tone was rather awkward, out of politeness, he still raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "I'm Gu Qingchi's friend, my name is Song Yu, I'm here to ask him something."

Gu Jian held the doorknob, not intending to let him in, but just looked him up and down, "Friend? Are you the friend who is looking for a job for Gu Qingchi?"

"Ah... yes," Song Yu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "What about others?"

"He got out!" Gu Jian roared angrily.

Song Yu was so frightened by the sudden voice that his shoulders shrugged a bit, and he glimpsed the food and tables and chairs all over the floor through the crack of the door.

He suddenly realized that Gu Qingchi must have had a fight with his father.

Is it because of identity?

Get kicked out?

"Then did he say where he went?" Papa Gu's face was very ugly, and Song Yu bravely asked again.

"How do I know where he's gone! Get out of here too!" Gu Jian said impatiently.

"No, you..." Song Yu clenched his back molars and swallowed the words "Is there something wrong?" He frowned and raised his voice, "I didn't invite you, so I'll just ask someone else. Where is it, if you want to know it, just say it, if you don’t know it, forget it.”

"I don't know!" Gu Jian slammed the door heavily.

Song Yu froze in place and petrified.

He had never seen such rude people in his life.

What the hell is this!

The door was opened again, and Song Yu was taken aback again. Gu Jian glared at him and roared, "If you can find that kid, tell him, don't come back! Isn't he powerful? Let him die!" Outside, don't come back in this life!"

"Ah, no!? Did you curse your son like that!" Song Yu's voice trembled, feeling a little out of breath.

Mainly pissed off.

He really couldn't imagine how Gu Qingchi had been with this person for more than 20 years, and felt that if he stayed with this person for another second, he would be pissed off.

No one would say such a thing to someone who met once! ?

Not only is he lacking in quality, he is simply an unreasonable neuropathy!

Chatting with him will shorten your life by ten years!

"He's not my son!" Gu Jian slammed the door again.

Song Yu blinked his eyes, but his heart was still beating wildly.

He originally thought that Gu Qingchi's father was going to jump up and beat him.

Really did not expect.

This is the case when we meet for the first time.

He felt that this was probably the last time he saw Gu Qingchi's father. Just now, Gu Qingchi's father looked as if he was about to stab someone with a knife.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was really shocked.

Song Yu went downstairs quickly, still calling Gu Qingchi non-stop.

The mobile phone is connected, but no one has answered it, and there was no sound of the mobile phone ringing in the room just now, so it must be true that he is not at home.

Zhou Yanran said that Gu Qingchi took leave after four o'clock to go back, and the mess in the room was probably related to this matter.

So Gu Qingchi is really not his own...

Although he was just an outsider, when he heard the phrase "he is not my son", he was so shocked that he recovered for a long time.

He threw the phone to the co-pilot and started the car.

It's really annoying people who don't answer the phone at such critical moments.

I don't know if others will worry about it!

I really want to cut open Gu Qingchi's pig's brain and pour some IQ into it.

Gu Qingchi stared at the cigarette at his feet in a daze, probably because he stared at it for too long, his vision gradually became blurred.

Both eyes and nose start to pantothenic acid.

The words my father said kept echoing in my mind.

"You were thrown away!"

"If it weren't for me, you would have rotted in the snow!"

"It was very cold that year, on the coldest day of the year, your biological parents wanted you to die, do you know that!"

……

He wanted to pretend he didn't hear anything, but it was like pressing a repeater in his mind, repeating it over and over again tirelessly.

After so many days, he thought he was already mentally prepared.

Even if I know that I was abandoned by my mother and I don't want him, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I am living a good life now, and when I see the light, everything will be better.

But when the bloody truth was cut open, it was as if someone had dug a big hole in his chest.

The kind that can't be blocked no matter what.

Blood trickled down his chest.

He really would rather not know the truth for the rest of his life, and continue to live his life with doubts.

Why is the truth darker than reality?

His biological parents, no, they are not parents at all... They really want him to die.

If it wasn't for my father, I would have been gone long ago.

There is no such person as Gu Qingchi in this world anymore.

does not exist.

was frozen to death.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

He ran all the way from home to here, a full four or five kilometers away. During such a long time, his tears did not come down, but for some reason, staring at the cigarette butt on the ground felt so uncomfortable.

The chest seemed to be ignited and extinguished by something, and it was tightly blocked.

Probably burnt.

Rotten.

So it hurts.

He sniffed, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but this action caused the tip of his nose to become more and more sore, and his tears grew more and more.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, so he could only cover half of his face with the back of his hands, and finally hugged his knees, burying his whole face in it.

He didn't know what was wrong with this world, how could there be such cruel people.

I don't know what I did wrong.

Go through these things.

He heard the sound of speeding vehicles coming and going on the street, and a wheel hit the plastic bottle, making a "click" sound.

I heard a little girl on the sidewalk behind me yelling and asking the adult, "What is this man doing?" and the adult responded impatiently, "I drank too much."

He heard the continuous vibrating sound of the mobile phone in his pocket.

"Young man, what are you doing sitting here?" Someone poked him behind him.

Gu Qingchi wiped his tears on his trouser legs, looked up and saw an aunt wearing a sanitation worker's clothes, with a broom in her hand, staring at him with probing eyes.

That look was like looking at a wild dog, sympathetic and defensive.

He lowered his head again and didn't speak.

The aunt let out an "hey", swallowed what she wanted to say, shook her head, and swept away the rubbish at his feet.

Gu Qingchi hugged his knees and didn't move, watching from the corner of his eye as she swept the cigarette butts into the dustpan, and dragged the long broom away.

He didn't want to move, he didn't want to move at all, he just wanted to sit like this.

Because when they looked up, everyone would see a man over there crying with tears all over his face.

Like a fool.

Will silently laugh at him in my heart, and speculate on what happened to him.

But no one can understand.

The street lamps on the street sounded "bang bang bang", and the warm yellow lights extended from the street to the end of the street.

Dazzlingly bright.

But at this moment, he didn't feel any warmth, and the sense of security that was originally wrapped in darkness disappeared.

Gu Qingchi sniffed, raised his head, half of his face was still hidden in his arms.

The owner of the lobster shop across the street set up tables and chairs at the entrance of the shop.

Suddenly a car came and stopped at his feet, and several uncles laughed and got out of the car and walked to the opposite lobster shop.

Then he suddenly remembered that the delivery was picked up in the trash next to the lobster shop opposite.

How ironic.

It didn't take long for me to become unwanted garbage like delivery.

No, not even delivery.

The delivery mom wouldn't want it dead.

Thinking of this, his chest felt a piercing pain again.

Why did those people who didn't deserve his tears make him feel so uncomfortable.

Gu Qingchi sighed, leaned against the lamppost beside him, and closed his eyes, but the tip of his nose still couldn't help but feel sour.

I don't know how long it took, but the phone in my pocket suddenly stopped vibrating. I don't know if it was out of battery or the persistent object no longer persisted.

Suddenly there is a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

He took out his phone, glanced at it, and put it back in his pocket.

It's Song Yu.

He didn't want to answer the phone at this moment, and he didn't even want to speak again.

But it is very clear in my heart that so many don't want to, just because I am afraid that I will cry uncontrollably when I tell the truth.

He was obviously someone who had never even met him before, yet he was able to stab a knife in his chest.

He really hates himself like this.

Too weak.

"Gu Qingchi." Song Yu called out from behind him.

Gu Qingchi suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and Song Yu was looking down at him, "How do you know I'm here..."

"I've been looking for you since 04:30 to find the present." Song Yu's tone was unusually steady, but with the light of the street lamp, he could see his slightly trembling lips and heaving chest.

That look seemed to be angry.

Gu Qingchi opened his mouth, but couldn't find anything to explain for a while, so he just looked up at him.

Song Yu held the mobile phone in his left hand, and an empty mineral water bottle in his right hand. His thin bangs were stuck to his forehead, and drops of water were still hanging down from his temples.

"Why didn't you answer my call!?" Song Yu roared, and threw the mineral water bottle in his hand towards Gu Qingchi heavily, but he couldn't bear to hit his face and hit him on the back.

"I'm sorry." Gu Qingchi didn't dodge, turned his head back, and buried it in his arms again, he didn't want to see Song Yu angry at this moment.

Song Yu didn't expect Gu Qingchi's reaction to be like this. He took two steps forward and sat beside him, "What's going on?"

Gu Qingchi didn't move or make a sound.

Song Yu pushed his shoulder and raised his voice, "Do you know that others will worry about you!?"

"I'm sorry." Gu Qingchi replied with a muffled voice.

Song Yu's heart softened, and he moved his butt to Gu Qingchi's side, put his arms around his shoulders, and asked with concern: "What wronged you? Tell me about it."

After a while, Gu Qingchi said, "My dad told me everything."

Song Yu froze for a moment, Gu Qingchi's voice sounded a little choked.

"What did he say?" He gently squeezed Gu Qingchi's shoulder, waiting for him to continue.

Gu Qingchi suddenly sucked his nose twice in a row, and Song Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Isn't this guy crying?

He tilted his head and rubbed the back of Gu Qingchi's head. Just as he was about to speak, Gu Qingchi suddenly looked up at him and said hoarsely, "I was thrown away."

Song Yu's eyes widened and he was stunned.

His eyes were covered with sweat just now, he didn't even see the expression on Lu Qingchi's face clearly, now he suddenly saw his red and swollen eye sockets and bloodshot eyeballs, his heart seemed to be beaten violently by something, it hurt very much.

thrown away.

Gu Qingchi used the word "throw".

Not picked up, not adopted, but thrown away.

Cruel word.

Who threw him away?Parents?

Gu Qingchi blinked several times but still couldn't control the tears pouring out, he didn't know how he could have so many tears to shed.

Song Yu looked at him like this, and didn't even dare to ask any more questions. He rubbed his fingertips against his earlobe twice, "It's okay, it's all over."

"How did you get there?" Gu Qingchi frowned and smiled again, but at the same time as the corners of his mouth were drawn up, a light flashed across the corners of his eyes, "I was thrown away by my biological parents, thrown in the snow, if If my dad hadn't found out, I wouldn't be in this world now."

Song Yu looked at him.

I froze for three seconds, maybe longer.

When the smile on the corner of Gu Qingchi's mouth receded, he hooked Gu Qingchi's neck vigorously and moved it into his arms, the tip of his nose was a little sore.

He couldn't imagine how Lu Qingchi felt when he heard these words, but as an outsider, an outsider who couldn't empathize with him, he felt a biting chill at this moment.

Gu Qingchi didn't speak, but just cried, next to his ears was Gu Qingchi's sobbing voice, very low, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself, but he still felt a wet spot on his shoulder.

He is not very good at comforting people, let alone such a big matter, and feels that at this time, no matter what he says, it is futile.

Might as well let him have a good cry.

"What should I do?" Gu Qingchi swallowed and took a breath, his eyes could not see anything clearly, and his voice became very hoarse, "What should I do, my dad doesn't want me anymore..."

"It's all right," Song Yu's nose twitched, tears rolled down his face in an instant, he rubbed the back of Gu Qingchi's head, and whispered, "I'm here."