"Playing Things Mourning" Author: Kabichu [End + Side Story]

brief introduction:

The story of a gangster with a human face and a beastly heart and his beautiful young pseudo-adopted son

Chen Xing's return to China this time is really helpless. It's like fleeing, his butt still hurts. He has to spend the remaining eight hours of restlessness on the plane. Thinking about it, he feels that there is nothing to love in life.

It's just that he was afraid that if he didn't leave, Lin Xiucheng would be skinned and cramped and thrown into a frying pan to fry. Chen Xing still remembered the wonderful angry expression when Lin Xiucheng woke up the day before yesterday and saw that he was playing with the mustache that he had grown overnight.

Chen Xing had never seen Lin Xiucheng so angry. In fact, he, a beautiful young man with just the right youth, took the initiative to send him to the door to solve the physiological needs of Lin Xiucheng. This is such a touching thing, what is Lin Xiucheng angry about?

Three years of gratitude, one night of repayment, a romantic adopted son and a cool father. Isn't it beautiful!

Having said that, Chen Xing was still scared to death. Taking advantage of Lin Xiucheng's urgent matter, he went out and fled back to the country with a blanket.

Chen Xing is Lin Xiucheng's adopted son, a boy with a turbulent fate.

in a small city in the country

orphan

Growing up in the courtyard.

It is reasonable to say that a boy like Chen Xing, who is very good-looking, has healthy limbs and a smart mind, is mostly the family rushing to adopt, but Chen Xing's character is too small and no one can cure it.

He was thrown at the gate of the orphanage when he was two years old, and when there was a piece of paper on his chest with the words "Chen Xing" written on it, he was already shaking the big iron gate of the orphanage with his tender hands, crying and screaming for food. Give him two branches and he can start a grassland. Every family who wants to adopt a child will spend a while with him, and will euphemistically say whether it is possible to change to a simpler baby.

Gradually, Chen Xing got older, and fewer parents asked. The older children had their own memories and thoughts, and it was difficult to integrate into the new family. Chen Xingle was free to be the bully of his Qingcheng orphanage, and his dumb friends climbed the tree to dig eggs and fish in the water.

Chen Xing divided two by three and five, neatly climbed up the big locust tree in the backyard, jumped from the trunk of the locust tree to the wall and sat down, with his white and slender legs hanging down, holding a handful of stones in his hand and threw it into the pond, the dean's favorite The vivid and vivid appearance of the lotus leaves is also the most vivid and lovely scenery in the Qingcheng orphanage.

At the age of sixteen, Chen Xing's life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

His biological father came, went to the door of his class and told him to go out, stared at him for a while, provided a blood sample to the hospital and left.

His biological father was in the dust, and his eyebrows were three-pointed like him. He had a pair of thin lips. Chen Xing had one more lip bead than him, and the cold lips became more vivid.

As soon as the DNA test results came out, Chen Xing signed a lot of things under the persuasion of President Chen in every possible way, and then was put on the plane by a tall bodyguard, escorted to Haishi to apply for a passport and visa, and then hurried non-stop. To a place that has only been seen in books before.

Before he left, he couldn't even say goodbye to the orphanage's Director Chen, Aunt Yao, Sister Xiaoyu and his good friends.

On the flight from Haishi to London, Chen Xing's biological father arranged for him the ordinary economy class. He was lucky and the seat was by the window, which was good enough for him. It was the first time Chen Xing took a plane, and he was nervous and had some tinnitus. When the big silver bird took him from the ground to a height of 10,000 feet, he held on to the handle tightly, imagining that he would become a big brother in London's Chinatown in the future. Go back and show off to Sister Xiaoyu.

When he arrived in London, someone picked him up with a sign of Chen Xing. He got into a black sedan. The car drove by the Thames, passing by Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament. The London dusk outside the car window was dark and gloomy. Only Chen Xing was a little excited. He asked the driver, "Is this the Great British Bell?"

The driver next to him took off his sunglasses, and a white man with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge responded politely: "Excuse me?"

Chen Xing, the third grader of junior high school, is a good player in truancy and trouble in Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School. He can do everything in arcades, racing, smoking, and fighting, but he can't learn. He can barely memorize twenty-six English words, and there is really nothing else to say.

In such a situation where he was not familiar with his life and place, he had no choice but to say: "It's nothing. No."

The white man looked at the car in front of him and smiled.

When they arrived at the house outside London, the white man pushed Chen Xing through the door, and the task was completed.

Chen Xing didn't see his biological father, and there were a few middle-aged and elderly people standing in the room with indifference and scrutiny written all over their faces, and looked at him for a long time with an evaluation attitude.

"Not bad." An old man in his seventies or eighties said, "What's your name?"

Chen Xing guessed that he was the owner of the house, because there was a huge portrait hanging in the hall behind him, as if the old man was twenty years younger.

This house is a little gloomy, luxuriously decorated but outdated, and there is an aura that is about to collapse due to decay.

There was a huge crystal lamp hanging on the top of the hall. Many of the bulbs were not lit, and one or two were jumping to the end of their lives. The crystal lampshade was covered with thick dust, and no one had scrubbed it for a long time, and the yellow light came out thinly from the inside.

Chen Xing remembered that Sister Xiaoyu read to them those bad boys

Red House

In a dream, she said: Hu La La is like a building falling down, faint and miserable like the lamp is about to run out.

It is the situation of this mansion, with a high-rise building and a banquet for guests, and now it is time to collapse.

Chen Xing's doubts are all in such a situation. What is he going to do after all the hard work to get him back? Could it be that he wants to make up the nine clans to commit suicide collectively?

Guessing is guessing, he still replied: "Chen Xing. Er Dong Chen, lucky luck."

"Fortunately fortunate," the old man repeated, and then stopped talking.

Chen Xing was a little embarrassed. As soon as he stopped, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He stood up straight and didn't know what to do. With his duffel bag at his feet, he picked it up and said to the old man, "Where do I live?"

After speaking, he yawned and didn't sleep on the plane. Now that he is here, the light is so dim that Chen Xing is drowsy.