Chapter 21

Cheng Yan wanted to tell his dad to stop, but the road conditions did not allow and the rain was heavy. Zhao Yibai hurried past with an umbrella under his nose, and soon got into a shop and disappeared, Cheng Yan raised his head. Look, it's an internet cafe.

Strange, Zhao Yibai never goes to Internet cafes, they are not interested in video games, and isn't Zhao Yibai's aunt sick? he is...

Cheng Yan couldn't figure it out, so he sat in the car and called Zhao Yibai.

The phone was connected, but no one answered. Cheng Yan wondered if Zhao Yibai didn't pay attention. He waited for a while until the phone hung up automatically. Cheng Yan made another call, but no one answered. , he stared at the phone in a daze, and Cheng Yan responded perfunctorily when his father asked a question.

The call was never answered, Cheng Yan gave up, and was dragged home by his father obediently.

As soon as he entered the door and found his mother's figure, Cheng Yan was very surprised, as was his father. He said to his mother who was cleaning the table, "Eh? Don't work overtime today?"

"How can I add it every day." The mother glanced at her husband and son, and asked about Cheng Yan's situation, "Where have you been?"

"I played with my friends for a while." Cheng Yan said.

The mother came over to pick up her husband's clothes, hung it on the hanger, and looked at Cheng Yan coldly, "You don't know how to go home if you're so wild?"

Dad said on the side, "He's with Song Yu."

"Song Yu?" Mom's expression softened immediately, "Didn't people go professional?"

"It didn't take long for me to come back." Cheng Yan said.

"Then you won't let people come to sit at the house?" The mother accused, every now and then, Cheng Yan suspected that he was picked up from the trash can, saying that Tian Tian should not be called to the ground.

"Why are you calling someone to come to the house at night, it's still raining so hard." Cheng Yan threw on the sofa after changing his shoes.

"I think people dislike you. Everyone has entered the CBA, but you can't make it into a school team." In what my mother said, she was ruthless when it came to Cheng Yan, which once made Cheng Yan suspect that Song Yu was his mother. biological.

"Oh mother," Cheng Yan said dumbly eating Huanglian, "I said that our school team is different. Do you really think it's a joke that there are only a few places out of thousands?"

"How did that person, Song Yu, get in? After all, it's still up to you."

"Then..." Cheng Yan was choked, "Everyone is good at something, it's not worth it for everyone to be on the school team."

"Then what are you good at? You can't take care of yourself if you can fall in a sports meeting? The physical fitness of such a tall person is abysmal." The mother's complaints were too sharp. .

"I was sprained, my mother was sprained, not a fall," Cheng Yan argued, "and what do you always compare me to Song Yu, he is two years taller than me, shouldn't he be better than me?"

"So you can get me a CBA in the third year of high school?"

"I didn't say that." Cheng Yan said.

"Promising." His mother gave him a glance, walked over to the sofa and hit Cheng Yan, full of disgust, "Get up, you and your dad know that you are hanging around outside every day."

Cheng Yan sat up, his mother took the apron that he was holding down, tied it to her body, and planned to make dinner, "What do you want to eat?"

"Is there that little mushroom? The one I fried yesterday." Cheng Yan took a good bite.

My mother rolled up her sleeves, and she had a bright and beautiful face, but she stinks to death. Cheng Yan knew that this other's child would have nothing to do with him as soon as he came out.

It's a little bit subtle to shield him, the lover of his dreams, and not shield him.

"Come here and fight me."

Cheng Yan followed up. He didn't know how to cook, so he could only wash the vegetables, which was not honest. His mother, who had expected him to learn how to cook, couldn't stand it anymore, so he kicked him out of the kitchen, and Cheng Yan washed the dishes. Washing the stove is full of water, the action is too big.

"Look at you like this, who's girl will follow you in the future."

Cheng Yan was lying in front of the kitchen door, looking at his mother carefully with his probe, "Zhao Yibai doesn't know how to cook either."

His mother scolded him and said, "At least people are honest and reliable. Look at you."

"I'll go, Mom, be honest? What misunderstanding do you have about Master Bai?" Cheng Yan's three views exploded.

My mother doesn't follow his wishes, she always picks his thorns at her fingertips, completely different from the way Cheng Yan has been groping, she completely controls the right to speak, "Girls today are not as stupid as us, everyone likes men who stay at home and can cook. It's also a bonus, you can teach me more."

"Mom, why do you always think I can't find someone?" Cheng Yan adjusted his bangs, "I still have one-third of an acre of land in the school."

Cheng Yan couldn't bear the death stare from the kitchen mother, turned around and ran away, not bothering her old man at the door.

By the way, Cheng Yan used to be very favored. Wherever he goes, he doesn't let people praise him for his good looks? His mother didn't worry about his life-long affairs at that time. Anyone who met Cheng Yan suggested to get a baby to kiss or something, but after that, he didn't have a disability, and the way went wrong. Since junior high school, he has been dishonest, fighting and causing trouble. It turned out to be a common occurrence. Cheng's mother didn't believe it when she heard that her child was fighting with others. She didn't see the coffin until she saw it with her own eyes.

Since then, his mother's attitude towards him has not been good. The more specific reason is because of Song Yu. After Song Yu came to the house, his behavior and face were highly in line with his mother's taste. In contrast, Cheng Yan was like a vegetable market. The dead fish that no one wants to buy is definitely not as lovable as Song Yu, who is so lively and jumping around, but no matter how you get it, Cheng Yan really wants to wonder if his mother is in love with Song Yu.

"Mom, can we have a cat?" Suddenly, Cheng Yan mentioned this issue. The cat in the alley was still in his mind, so Cheng Yan wanted to ask when he got the chance.

But the result is still not good.

"It takes a lot of work to raise you, but you also raise a cat?" The voice from the kitchen was not loud, but it was extremely insulting. Cheng Yan picked up the snake fruit in the fruit bowl and took a bitter bite.

After dinner in the evening, the whole family lined up to take a shower. Cheng Yan could wait without any trouble. His dad would be better to say. Cheng Yan, then his father, not today, today is his mother and father together, Cheng Yan listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, and suddenly felt that he was very redundant.

There is not much space at home, the three of them can barely stretch their legs, and there are wedding photos of parents hanging in the living room. have to say that Cheng Yan's mother is very charming. The office worker still can't stand it, and the mother's face is not as immature as in the photo.

Cheng Yan's parents got married very early, his mother married when she was a teenager, and she was just an adult. In the photo, she was still very small, her face was tender and red, and the shyness reflected on the girl's face, making the girl even more watery.

It's not easy for his mother and his father. In order to provide a good place for his family, he worked hard and worked hard. In the few years after the house was sold, he brought Cheng Yan back. Cheng Yan was raised at his grandmother's house when he was a child, and his parents have been working outside. , moved here after went to school. When first put it in grandmother's house, was very well behaved, but being spoiled by grandmother, character gradually became a little wild.

Although the life is not rich and noble, it can be called a well-off life. His father has been promoted to an executive, and his salary is enough for the family's expenses. After finishing the house and buying a car, this life without a fixed place can be regarded as stable.

Sometimes facing the expensive house price but very small space, Cheng Yan doubts life. So many people have been busy for most of their lives because of such an icy building that can't stretch their legs but has a face, dying day after day. , Going to work year after year, is it worth it in the end?

In contrast, he still prefers grandma's courtyard. Although the traffic is inconvenient, the tile house is not beautiful, and the safety is not guaranteed, it can let him have fun, let him have fun, and it is not his mother who comes home. The faces you don't want to see are the cute cats and dogs who like him and wag their tails wildly at him.

The days of living with my grandmother are so missed by people like Cheng Yan who are prone to grass growing in their hearts. There is not so much pressure, which comes from all aspects.

Cheng Yan was thinking about the days gone by when a call came from his mobile phone, which was from Zhao Yibai, who had been unanswered.

Cheng Yan picked it up quickly, thinking he would hear what Zhao Yibai said, but he just asked lightly, "Did you call me? Several."

Cheng Yan said, "Well, you didn't answer."

Zhao Yibai: "I'm busy, I didn't see it, what's the matter?"

Cheng Yan said, "It's alright. Seeing that you didn't come today, there is no news. I'm afraid something will happen."

"I'm fine, I have passed the old class," Zhao Yibai said after a pause, "I can't go to class these few days, but the school team trials seem to be in these days?"

"Yes, next Tuesday."

"Is it early?"

"Yeah." Cheng Yan wanted to say what Song Yu said, but read Song Yu's image in Zhao Yibai's eyes, forget it, why did he start the battle?

Zhao Yibai touched his head and said, "That's fine, I'll try to be there next Tuesday."

"Hey Yibai," Cheng Yan hurriedly stopped him, for fear that he would hang up, he hurriedly asked, "What are you doing lately?"

Zhao Yibai said, "I'm at my aunt's house, have I told you?"

"Well..." Cheng Yan said, but he saw him appearing near the school today. It was strange. Cheng Yan was about to ask, what happened to Zhao Yibai. He quickly said that he was busy and hung up without waiting for Cheng Yan to respond. On the phone, Cheng Yan was left staring blankly at the phone.

The call interface has ended. The two have been connected to the power in less than three minutes, and they have come and gone in a hurry. Cheng Yan didn't ask anything.

The door of the bathroom opened, and my parents came out. Seeing that Cheng Yan was still sitting on the sofa, my mother urged him to quickly find clothes and go in. Cheng Yan said immediately, wait a moment, and send my mother away. .

He went to the window, flipped through the address book, but still couldn't find the number he wanted. His mother's urging voice was behind his ear, but Cheng Yan's right eye was staring at Yu Ye, but he walked to the door, very He quickly changed his shoes, and rushed inside to explain, "Mom, I'll go out."

Taking down the dripping umbrella, Cheng Yan rushed out the door.

Mom came out on her heels, but there was no one in the living room. Cheng Mom said to herself, "This child..."

Zhao Yibai's house was a little away from him, but it wasn't very far away. Cheng Yan ran very fast, carrying a flashlight and went straight to Zhao Yibai's house. The water was deep in the rainy night, and his trouser legs were quickly splashed. There was no dry place behind his calf, and he couldn't wait for the elevator at this point. Cheng Yan climbed upstairs. Exhausted and out of breath, he stopped at the door of Zhao Yibai's house and frantically rang the doorbell, which sounded impolite.

After a while, someone came to open the door. It was Zhao Yibai's father. Cheng Yan hurriedly asked, "Uncle, where is Yibai?"

"Cheng Yan?" Father Zhao looked at the embarrassed Cheng Yan covered in water, "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't worry about me, where is Yibai?" Cheng Yan asked anxiously, with a little accent.

Zhao's father said: "Yibai went to his aunt's house, his aunt is sick, Yibai went to see."

"Then can you give me the address of his aunt's house?"

Zhao's father was surprised and surprised, "Yes, yes, but it's quite far. Is there anything important for you to find Yibai?"

"Yes, I'm going to see him now, uncle, give me the address." Cheng Yan was as anxious as a mad rabbit. Dad Zhao didn't dare to delay the matter. Cheng Yan was in a hurry and didn't explain the matter clearly. Left, leaving Zhao's father frowning at his back.

Sure enough, the address of Zhao Yibai's aunt's house is in the area of ​​their school. It's so close that Zhao Yibai can't get out. Cheng Yan is taking a taxi on the road. The phone came in and he hung up.

Ten minutes later, a master finally took the order. Cheng Yan was exhausted by the wait. As soon as the car came, he went inside. Using an inappropriate analogy, it was easy for people to think that the family was dead.

"Go to Master Nanjie," Cheng Yan closed the car door, speaking quickly, "Can you be there in ten minutes?"

The master was searching for navigation and said, "I'll take a look."

After the meeting, the master started the car: "It should be about the same, fasten the seat belt."

Cheng Yan has not yet developed the good habit of wearing a seat belt when he enters the car, mainly because he has not been used to the good days, and he does not ride in the car frequently.

He pulled on the seat belt buckle, and because he was impatient, he didn't find the right hole several times.

He shouldn't have any doubts, but he saw Zhao Yibai entering the Internet cafe. This is a very unusual thing. In addition, when Aunt Zhao Yibai was ill, he ran to the Internet cafe and avoided talking about it. Cheng Yan couldn't worry about what he was doing.

Zhao Yibai seldom hides anything from him, it can be said that he never did, but with Cheng Yan's sensitive sense of smell towards Zhao Yibai, he quickly smelled the abnormal breath on his body, something must have happened.

Must be something bad.