Lin Xiucheng was already at home for the first time, Chen Xing looked at the clock on the wall and said, "What time is it, are you unemployed?"

"What watch did you buy, show me." Lin Xiucheng tapped on his laptop and asked him when he saw him come back.

Chen Xing sat down, crossed his legs, opened the zipper of his schoolbag, opened a bag, and threw it to Lin Xiucheng.

Lin Xiucheng took out the box, opened it, and studied it for a while: "It's an ordinary watch."

Chen Xing pursed his lips, thought for a while, and asked Lin Xiucheng, "Do you have alcohol? And cigarettes."

Lin Xiucheng raised his head and observed him carefully: "Are you unhappy?"

"Is there any?" Chen Xing hugged his knee and looked at him.

Lin Xiucheng got up, went to the wine cabinet to find a bottle of XO, and found Chen Xing's green tea drink from the refrigerator and put it on the coffee table, saying, "If you don't have smoke, just drink this."

"Foreign wine," Chen Xing muttered, "I've only ever drank the black side, the one mixed with water."

Lin Xiucheng laughed at him while drinking for him: "In London, you are a foreigner."

Chen Xing picked up the glass and took a sip: "There is no wine smell at all."

Lin Xiucheng's wine was not too light, and Chen Xing became slightly drunk after drinking it several times.

He said to Lin Xiucheng, "Lin Xiucheng, if I could choose my own father, I would definitely choose you."

Lin Xiucheng knew that something must have happened to Chen Xing during the day, he didn't ask, just followed him and said, "How am I?"

"Strong." Chen Xing lowered his eyes and shook his glass before saying.

Chen Xing's body turned against his bones. He was too beautiful, and his situation was even more difficult than others. He had to be very strong in order to convince people from all over the world and not dare to attack him.

Chen Xing slept on the edge of the lower bunk in the Qingcheng Orphanage. The wall was covered with posters of boxing stars. Chen Xing longed to become stronger. coercion.

"If I had fired that shot back then, would everything be different now?" Chen Xing muttered to himself.

Lin Xiucheng watched Chen Xing's drunkenness revealing his true feelings, and his still clean hands, and told him, "I hope you never have a chance to shoot."

Chen Xing always felt that in this world, only he didn't want to do it, and he couldn't do it without him.

After taking language classes for more than four months, he jumped from elementary to advanced. The classmates have also become more normal, most of them are thirteen or fourteen-year-old peers, Greece, France, and everywhere. Everyone communicates with gestures and has some fresh fun. There was only one boy from the north named Jiang Zhengzhen, who had a violent temper and was a thorn.

As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Chen Xing and Jiang Zhengzhen are like two bullies in this mountain. They have to fight to the death and let everyone see who is the real boss in the class. There is no reason for this kind of hatred to grow, and there is no trace of the outbreak. The two fought in secret for a long time, and finally found a reason and fought.

A long-planned fight was very destructive. Jiang Zhengzhen was more powerful than Chen Xing imagined. Most of the desks and chairs in the classroom were smashed by them, and a projector was also smashed. The trembling old British gentleman James nearly picked up the phone and called the police.

Lin Xiucheng's second aunt heard that there was something wrong with his second uncle's death, and came to his company to make a fuss to discuss. The assistant came over and told him that Chen Xing had a fight at the school, and the school insisted on looking for Chen Xing's guardian.

Lin Xiucheng smashed a cup and had to go to Chen Xing School again. The assistant rushed forward and pushed the door for him into the office.

Lin Xiu Chengyuan thought of perfection in the car, and he taught Chen Xing a lesson when they met. Pushing open the door, it's not like that anymore.

Chen Xing's right cheek was red, swollen and scratched at the base of his ear, his elbow was bruised, and the knuckles of his fingers were even more bruised. He stood alone and watched Lin Xiucheng come, without saying a word, biting his lip , looked at him with peach blossom eyes, the fog filled his eyes, with a bit of grievance, no longer the way he used to go up the mountain and go down to the sea, he called Lin Xiucheng: "Dad."

Lin Xiucheng's anger went down halfway, and his voice softened. He asked the principal of the language school, "What's going on?"

The headmaster of the school was an English woman in her forties, rigid and arrogant, she said: "They won't say anything, Mr. Lin, I hope you will take good care of your children, otherwise you should go to the language school run by your Chinese. Such students are not welcome here."

Lin Xiucheng often thinks these superior British people are interesting. They want to make money from Chinese people, but also feel that they are different from those bitches.

"Okay, then we'll stop reading." Lin Xiucheng nodded at her, took Chen Xing and left.

"I'm not learning anymore!" Jiang Zhengzhen shouted in English with a heavy accent from behind.

After leaving the school and getting into the car, Lin Xiucheng calmed down and patiently asked Chen Xing what the hell was going on.

Chen Xing raised his eyebrows again, a thin white hand with green and red marks on the joints clinging to the back of the seat, angrily speaking to Lin Xiucheng: "Jiang Zhengzhen, this idiot, said that I was taken care of by a luxury car every day. Hold it up, he actually said that my accent is a bitch today, so I'll let him know what a bitch is—"

"Chen Xing," Lin Xiucheng interrupted him. He was upset by the injury on Chen Xing's hand. His concern for Chen Xing had already exceeded his control. This was not a pleasant realization for him. "I'm not interested in what you have or not. I want you to be a good tenant, you'd better be a good adopted son, and go to and from school quietly. My patience is not as good as you think, so give it to me again Please, I won't pity you any more."

Chen Xing looked at him for a few seconds, shrugged indifferently, and said: "Come on, pity me, but treat me as a fun little thing, nothing to tease and tease. I originally thought you liked me like this, but you don't. ,Then I do not talk about it."