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Chapter 78 Who Cares About Me?
Chapter 78 Who Cares About Me?
Back at school for self-study at night, Meng Ye's eyes were more swollen than peach cores. In order to prevent his ruthless and mighty image in the eyes of the little girls from being shattered, Jiang Yue specially went to the canteen to get two ice packs for him, and lent him his own sharp weapon for reducing swelling, black coffee.
As a result, during class, his little heart was beating fast, and he lay on his side gasping for breath and stabbed Jiang Yue's arm: "You gave me poison, right?"
"I won't kill you, don't worry, sir."
After lying down for a while, he sat up in shock from his dying illness: "No, no, I have to run two laps. I feel like I am now like that Ouyang Ke who practices toad kung fu. The blood in my veins is rushing to my forehead."
Everyone was seriously endorsing the book. Hearing the sound of frogs in the classroom, Meng Ye stood up and walked out. Jiang Yue shouted angrily from behind: "Hurry back after running, the next lesson of Lao Jiang!"
"There are numbers."
Seeing that this kid's eyes were swollen, but his spirit was strangely restored, and his expression was even dragged to 258,000. Jiang Yue opened the textbook with a smile behind him.
The basketball team was playing at night, Meng Ye went around them to change into running shoes, and set off in a single stride.
The runway at night is very quiet, and a small cold wind blows people's spirits.
Probably because his heart was at ease, he was sweating happily within two laps. The wet hair was sticking to his face. He gasped and looked at the starry sky above his head. The night that was gray yesterday was clear today. The moonlight was blocked by the clouds for a half, but it was still so dazzling and pure.
The night in Linjiang is definitely not as beautiful as here, right?
He was intoxicated.
Several sports teams on the sidelines were confused.
"Why does the captain look so stupid?"
"Indeed... Who the hell giggles while running..."
"Has the bloating spread to the brain?"
"Go to you guys." Lu Xiaochuan slapped one by one, "Go to training when you have nothing to do, look at how diligent your captain is, and then look at you! One by one doesn't make people worry."
"..."
A few people walked away in dismay, Lu Xiaochuan ran over with Meng Ye: "Are you happy?"
"go."
"What are you happy to tell my buddies?"
"It's none of your business, just throw three points for your idiot."
"???"
Who is this, whoever catches it will bite! Just as Lu Xiaochuan was about to fight back with all his strength, he turned his head to face the sweaty face, and was suddenly choked by the smile on his face.
this kid...
After half a lap, Meng Ye lay down on the grass, looking up at the starry sky with big watery eyes. Lu Xiaochuan squatted by the side and looked at the sky and then at him. He reached out and poked his arm: "What are you happy about?"
"I'm not happy."
"It's all fucking written on the face."
"Is there?" Meng Ye touched his face.
Lu Xiaochuan intuition: "Zhuang Shao called you?"
"No."
"Then he didn't say when he'll be back?"
Meng Ye turned over, took a piece of grass and put it in his mouth, then propped up his chin—a picture of a beautiful man lying on the grass while drunk.
"Chuan, tell you something."
"Fuck it, don't call me so nauseous."
Lu Xiaochuan was terrified, and Meng Ye was shy.
"Are you listening?"
"Listen."
"Actually, Zhuang Shao and I..."
"What are you doing with him?"
Meng Ye smiled and sighed, lowered his eyes: "That's what happened, you know."
"What do I know??"
"What do you think?" He held Lu Xiaochuan's face and gestured for a kiss. Lu Xiaochuan struggled and felt that he really understood: "Have you two made mature rice?"
"I'm not talking about this, I'm pure with him!"
"...that's nothing to brag about."
"Who the hell is showing off? You're spitting blood!" Meng Ye pounced on him and pinched him, "I just told you, I'll be fine with him."
In the past few days, he was afraid that Zhuang Shao wanted to break up. Today, since he knew that Zhuang Shao was still thinking of himself, he couldn't let go of anything he said.
"Cough, cough, cough, I know, I know, your fucking claws are loose."
Lu Xiaochuan was in danger of not being strangled by him, so he rubbed his thin white neck and stared at him: "Didn't you two get along long ago? It's a little late to tell me now."
"How did you know?"
"Nonsense, Zhuang Shao's eyeballs can't wait to stick to you all day long, so the blind can't see it."
Meng Ye was shy again: "Is there any?"
"It's almost done." Lu Xiaochuan asked, "Then what are you two going to do, meeting in 1998, isn't it a meeting at Linda?"
"……Um."
Lu Xiaochuan groaned: "Dog man man. Let's talk about your love, I will have a good time at the sports school alone."
Meng Ye was very sentimental and sad for a second.
Of course, even Lu Xiaochuan himself did not expect that he was admitted to a sports school in Linjiang after more than half a year, and the sports school was only one bridge away from Linda. , glowing brightly around the dog man man all day, yeah.
"But you never thought about it, what if you don't pass the test?"
"I have thought about it, of course I have thought about it." Meng Ye sat up, "I have already thought about this. If I fail to get into Linda, I will repeat the study for a year, and continue next year. I don't believe that I can't pass the test after two years of hard work."
"Have determination." Lu Xiaochuan gave a thumbs up, "Dude, believe you."
Meng Ye ruffian smiled: "Received."
After the Huanlu Xiaochuan went to continue training, Meng Ye patted his butt and got up to go back to the classroom, but halfway he caught Yu Na who had just returned from skipping class in the corner!
"Why did you go?"
Yu Na faltered and hid her hands behind her. Meng Ye pulled it over to take a look. She was holding the sketch of the night market that she had drawn before, and she also drew it meticulously, colored it, and added a plastic seal.
"Be honest."
She turned her face away and refused to answer.
"If you don't say it, I will take it."
"Hey you pay me back!"
Meng Ye raised her head and stomped her feet in anger: "Brother, are you annoying?"
"Why did you skip class, I can tell Mom if you don't say it."
Yu Na was honest in an instant: "I ran away for a while, really, brother, don't tell Mom. It was Zhou Yunfei who said he was going to go abroad for a few months. I thought, I wanted to give him a gift, so..."
The more she spoke, the lower her voice, the more shocked Meng Ye became.
"You're on good terms with him? Sister, you're confused! Besides, Zhou Yunfei is a beast! How old are you??"
Yu Na desperately covered his mouth: "What are you yelling, I'm not good with him! I don't even have his cell phone number, I met him on the street on the weekend and told me. Besides, I'm seventeen, brother, don't make a fuss. no."
"Not even seventeen! You know who he is and you like it. Have you seen his flowery arm? It means that he must have been a special flower in the past!"
"...What the hell kind of logic." She grabbed the painting back, "I didn't say I liked him, and besides, he's a good buddy of Brother Zhuang, who gathers people and divides them into groups. Don't you think that Brother Zhuang is also special?"
Good guy will be my army huh. Meng Ye rolled up his sleeves: "All in all, this matter should be brought down as soon as possible, and I'll tell Mom when I know you're going to find him."
Yu Na choked him: "You tell, you tell, if you dare, I'll tell Mom about you, what's the big deal, at least I like men."
"..." Meng Ye almost blurted out that I fucking like men too! Later, I thought it was wrong, how could even Yuna know about this? He was speechless on the spot.
"Hurry up and run your pace, you won't be able to catch up with Brother Zhuang if you slow down!"
His sister glared at him and walked away.
Meng Ye was furious in the back, and his heart was so sour, and he missed Zhuang Shao even more - Zhuang Shao only got scolded in front of him, how could he be willing to slap him?
It's a pity that Zhuang Shao didn't know that Meng Ye was thinking about him.
In the evening, he was on a drip. After the injection, he went to the inpatient area to say hello to his grandfather, and then walked slowly back to the so-called new home with his grandmother.
Passing a 24-hour supermarket on the way, my grandmother asked him if he was hungry and if he wanted something to eat. He said he was not hungry.
His grandmother is used to being the leader of the unit, and she is usually more airy, but she is very kind in front of her only grandson.
"I see that children your age in the yard like to order takeout. If you don't want to eat snacks, just take your grandma's mobile phone to order it, and it just happened to teach me how to use the takeout software."
Zhuang Shao didn't say no, and when she got home, she came over with her phone and glasses.
"As soon as people get older, the eyes don't work well at first. I was able to read things well the year before, but this year I started to suffer from presbyopia. I can't even read the subtitles when I watch TV. Shao Er, aren't you myopic?"
"fine."
Zhuang Shao talks less, and his elders discovered this just two days after he arrived, and they didn't force him.
The characters in the phone are very large, and the input method is still handwritten. He called up Pinyin to operate it for a while, and after downloading the takeaway software, he set the membership and address.
When he was doing it, his grandmother kept watching, looking at his grandson for a while at the phone screen, feeling that everything was particularly attractive.
"There are some fast food and late-night snacks that are still open. It's not healthy." Zhuang Shao said, "If you want something to eat, I'll make a noodle."
"Do you still cook noodles?"
"Um."
"My grandson is really capable."
His grandmother smiled and stroked his short hair, which felt that it was rather thorny. Why do others look like prisoners of labor reform with this hairstyle, and their grandsons look more and more pleasing to the eye? Very nice.
Zhuang Shao didn't understand how he could do it after cooking noodles, but he didn't say a word, and the old man just bragged about it.
"I know how to learn and cook noodles. Where can I find such a great grandson? Shao Er, you don't know how happy grandma is these days. I used to feel that I couldn't raise my head when I went out, but now I have to raise my chin when I buy a dish. I'm so high, I'm looking forward to people asking me why I'm so happy."
Zhuang Shao said, "Really?"
"Yeah!" His grandmother held his hand. "When people ask me, they say that my grandson is back, and the most handsome one in the yard is! Did I say you all met? If you don't see it, hurry up and see you, it's too late. He's going to be a big star, and I'm not sure which director will find him to make a movie, and I'll have to pay for a ticket to see him in the future."
Zhuang Shao, who is so unsmiling, also raised the corner of his mouth.
He remembered that when he went back to the countryside for the summer vacation, Meng Ye's grandma also praised him like that, saying that he looked like a certain movie star, and suddenly he thought of Yanling a little.
"Why don't you refund the return ticket, Shao'er, and stay with your grandparents for a few more days. You are such a good grandma who can't bear you."
"But I have to go back to school, Grandma."
"What's the urgency of going to school? Didn't you already recommend you to Linda? Besides, your second uncle is from the Education Bureau. In a matter of words, you can get your student status in minutes."
Zhuang Shao didn't let go, and his grandmother began to understand it again: "Look at your grandfather's current physical condition, in case there are three long and two short, you can't reach it, and your grandfather said it today, another day. The lawyer came to change the will, your father has a lot of heart, Shao Er, grandma supports you, grandma is on your side."
"Keep your money, grandma, I don't want to be involved in the will."
"Silly child!" His grandmother persuaded him bitterly. "How can you not participate? You may not understand these things when you are young. Everything your grandma says is for your own good."
"I know," Zhuang Shao said, "but I'm not eligible to take that money, and I'll be even less eligible when my dad remarries and has children."
"How could he have another child? He couldn't have had any more—"
Grandma's mouth was quick for a while, and she hurriedly stopped halfway through.
Zhuang Shao looked at her.
She stood up in a hurry, the two glasses of water on the coffee table almost overturned, "There are still clothes in the washing machine, I'll take them out to dry."
"I'll go."
Zhuang Shao finished drying the clothes without saying a word, then went back to the bedroom and locked himself up, ignoring no one.
His grandmother hurriedly called his father, Xie Minghui drove back in a hurry, still smelled of unpleasant cologne, and he didn't know where to go high at night.
"You bastard!" As soon as he entered the door, he was slapped on the back, "The whole family is ill, and you still have the heart to go out!"
Xie Minghui jumped and dodged: "Isn't that because I'm at home to get in your eyes? Besides, you have a grandson now, how can you still remember my son?"
The mother said, "Hurry up and take a look, don't let the child worry."
"Hey."
Xie Minghui sighed and knocked on the door: "Shao'er, is Dad coming in?"
"I slept."
"Don't miss me, I saw the lights in your room downstairs."
He tried the lock and couldn't open it, so he just took the key and stabbed it, making Zhuang Shao get up from the bed anxiously: "Do you understand respect, didn't I say I was sleeping?"
"Didn't you sleep?" Xie Minghui closed the door, "Okay, don't be mad at Dad, guess what I bought for you!"
"..."
Recently, every time he goes out, he brings back some gadgets for his son. Sometimes it is a martial arts novel, sometimes it is a building block that only high IQ can solve, sometimes it is a roast duck and two boxes of egg yolk cakes.
Seeing his son sitting there, he leaned over childishly and bumped his shoulder: "Hey, boy."
Gee!
"If there's anything unpleasant, just say it and stop playing cold and violent with Lao Tzu."
Zhuang Shao took a breath, raised his eyes and looked at him firmly: "Then let me ask you, what do you mean you won't have any more children, do you have any problems with that?"
"Fuck... can you not be so direct, brat, your dad and I have self-respect, right?"
"Don't tell me!"
Zhuang Shao yelled at him, and he nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Tell me, okay, let me tell you, that's exactly what happened. I had an accident abroad, and the doctor said it would be difficult to have children in the future."
Zhuang Shao was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he slowly clenched his fists.
Xie Minghui now understands what a father-son connection is. His son was already thin, and he had a severe cold and no appetite during this time. His cheeks were sunken, and now his face turned pale again, and it became more and more that the whole world felt sorry for this child, which made him a father. Not feeling well.
"Don't be like this son, I didn't confess to you in advance that it was my father's fault. If you are really angry, you will punch your father twice, and I will never fight back."
"Let's go." Zhuang Shao stood up and turned his back to him, "I don't want to talk to you now, and I don't want to see your face."
"Don't, if there is fire, you send it to me. It's easy to get internal injuries if you keep holding it back."
Zhuang Shao faced the window and shook his head forcefully, and the back who endured the pain looked so helpless and precocious. Xie Minghui couldn't bear it, and whispered in the past, "Although I really can't have children anymore, it doesn't mean that I, the father, don't love you, it's two different things, and if you really have only one child in your life, Dad swears that he will Treat you as a baby, not like your mother—"
"I don't care!" Zhuang Shao rolled his eyes, "Don't think I don't know, if you can still have children, you will go to me?"
He asked too directly, Xie Minghui did not make up nonsense. The child is just an adult, but he has long been sensible, and he is very clear about the father's love and the use of both.
There was a suffocating silence in the room, Zhuang Shao pointed to the door: "you go out, I'm going to sleep."
Xie Minghui glanced at him at the door, and for the first time regretted his absurd years of more than 30 years. It doesn't matter if you waste yourself, but branding a child is too jerk, too bad.
Who knows, sorry for that.
But this regret is still not thorough enough. If he really regretted it completely, he should kneel down on his son's knees with a plop tonight, and then cry for forgiveness with snot and tears, instead of leaving his son alone in the room to fend for himself.
Being a father has a big heart, but Zhuang Shao, a son, has a narrow heart.
He knows that his life seems to be smooth, but it is actually extremely sad, and he can't even find a family member who treats him sincerely.He sat alone in the room for a long time, and although he couldn't think of where else he could go, he finally packed his things in silence.