Facing his furious father, Ziqiao looked at him blankly and said, do you know how wronged I was when I was a child? My fields are used for both sides, and my classmates all laugh at me, but I just do it for my mother.
Save some money.
In order to pay off my mother's debt, I only ate one small sesame seed cake a day, and I also ate steamed buns that my classmates didn't want... Not to mention my mother, she was less than thirty and her hair was all white...
Ziqiao remembered the past disaster, which neither his mother nor his grandmother wanted to mention, but it had already taken root in his heart. It was a difficult time to get over.
Cheng Weize was a little speechless.
His son did not use words to complain against him, but what he did was clearly complaining. What he said could be summed up in one sentence: You are not qualified to educate me!
Ziqiao didn't feel too heavy at all. He just left as he said, and he had long been impatient. The little cousin at the door had already rushed out with a gun, and kept yelling at him to come out quickly, but his father kept chattering.
Educate yourself.
So I asked: "Dad, have you done what you said to me? My grandma said that I can't be like you when I grow up..."
Cheng Weize slapped him in the face.
Cheng Ziqiao covered his face and cried.
Grandma rushed over and scolded Cheng Weize: "You have already been ashamed of mother and son, and now is not the time to fight with fists and kicks. Are you trying to break up the relationship between your father and son?"
Cheng Weize wanted to say something else, but grandma pushed Cheng Ziqiao out and said, "Don't worry about him anymore. In these years, without you here, he has the best academic performance, and the teacher keeps praising his character. But you don't care about him, but he doesn't accept it."
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Cheng Weize no longer wanted to take care of his son, and Cheng Ziqiao would run away when he saw him. The relationship between father and son did not warm up at all.
People often say that blood is thicker than water, but it doesn't work here in Ziqiao.
Grandma said it will be fine when you grow up.
Cheng Weize said that this kid was just a white-eyed wolf who was knocked unconscious by the sugar-coated bombs of that bastard named Jiang every day. He had betrayed his family and surrendered to the enemy.
Ziqiao somewhat looked down on his father. Although he was considered a wealthy man now, compared with Jiang Chunhui, he pales into insignificance.
To say that Ziqiao is a snobbery would be an injustice to him. Jiang Chunhui is very patient and willing to coax him when he has time.
He said that his life was too hard in this life and that he had two daughters. Even if he had no one to inherit his family's great business in the future, it would be boring. He also said that he would never give up without a son in this life.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't like his weird talk. She originally signed up her son for a boxing class in order to keep him in shape and not be bullied by others, but he didn't like it, so Jiang Chunhui signed him up for a boxing class that he liked.
Drawing class.
He said that Ziqiao inherited his mother's characteristics and liked painting.
Sang Xiaoyu feels that it will be difficult for boys to find a job in the future if they learn painting, especially if they don't like the style of male painters. They all wear long hair and insist on dressing themselves up as artists no matter how good their painting skills are.
But Ziqiao likes it.
Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to give in.
Jiang Chunhui bought many more toys for Ziqiao, which were all military equipment. Sang Xiaoyu said that there was really no room for them at home, and she couldn't bear to give them to other people.
Sang Xiaoyu said that he was no longer a child and focused on learning, and asked Jiang Chunhui not to buy any more.
Jiang Chunhui asked Ziqiao for his opinion, and Ziqiao said that he should have some more and make up for what I didn’t play when I was a child.
Sang Xiaoyu could only stare. Her son would not listen to her at all now unless she was really angry.
Ziqiao was the first to finish eating and ran to the hut to play with new toys.
The mother asked Jiang Chunhui how old was the handsome young man who often hung out with him? Does he have a partner? She also said that the neighbor Wang's family had a daughter who was very good-looking.
Jiang Chunhui sighed and said, "Something happened to him recently."
Sang Xiaoyu only knew his company's driver and Xiao Liu. This Xiao Liu was the legal counsel of Jiang Chunhui's company. He was quite small. Jiang Chunhui said he was only three years younger than herself.
The mother immediately asked: "Then he has a partner?"
Jiang Chunhui said: "Not only does he have a partner, his son is already three or four years old."
The mother shook her head and said it didn't look like it, why did she grow so small?
Sang Xiaoyu asked: "What happened to him?"
Jiang Chunhui said: "It's a legal matter."
Sang Xiaoyu asked nervously: "Is it big?"
Jiang Chunhui nodded.
Sang Xiaoyu said: "I don't understand legal matters, but you have to help him."
Jiang Chunhui spread his hands and said, "How can I help? This guy is good at everything, but his mouth is not good. I have told him countless times."
My mother also asked, "What on earth is going on? Do you want to go to jail?"
Jiang Chunhui said: "I don't know what happened to this kid. Now he has learned the art of fortune telling from an outsider. I heard that his calculations are quite accurate."
Sang Xiaoyu asked confusedly: "Is fortune-telling illegal? I only heard that the city management sometimes drives them away, but I never heard that it would violate the law."
Jiang Chunhui said: "Then you don't know what he did."
Sang Xiaoyu and her mother asked together: "What is going on?"
Jiang Chunhui said: "Two days ago, he told an old man's fortune. The old man was in his seventies or eighty years old. They drank tea in several taverns on the third floor and talked about fortune telling.
He said that he was a person with a long life, and he guaranteed that he would live to be ninety-nine.
The old man was very persistent and asked, "Isn't it okay to have one more year?"
He might have been too drunk that day and said he wouldn't be able to do it for a whole day. That's a given.
No one can break it. The old man doesn't believe it and calls him nonsense, but he swears that it is absolutely accurate. He also tells the old man to relax and eat whatever he likes and play whatever he likes without any scruples.
The old man also had a stubborn temper. With his repeated assurances, he pushed open a window on the third floor and jumped out. While jumping, he said, "I'm not lucky. I'll try to see if I can get it right..."
No need to ask, the old man will die if he jumps, he will be in trouble..."
Sang Xiaoyu thought for a while before reacting. She laughed so hard that her rice almost spit out. She pointed at Jiang Chunhui with her chopsticks and called him a scoundrel.
Before the mother could react, she asked the old man if he was really dead? How long would he be sentenced to?
Sang Xiaoyu laughed so hard that she held her stomach. It took a long time to tell her mother that he was talking nonsense and was just telling a joke.
Only then did my mother react and started laughing too.
Sang Xiaoyu's smile was a hearty one. Her profile showed her curvy figure in the afterglow of the setting sun. Her long straight hair was draped behind her. That pleasant laughter made Jiang Chunhui's heart beat. She was so happy.
It was so beautiful at this time, they were so perfect at this time.
Mother is a person who has an insight into current affairs. When she saw Jiang Chunhui's confused eyes, she excused herself that something was wrong.
She said that she was going to Uncle Wang's house to take care of him. A few days ago, the old man sprained his ankle while walking. Now it is inconvenient to walk and there is no one around to take care of him.
Sang Xiaoyu asked her mother to hurry over. It had been so long, and he was afraid that if something happened, he wouldn't be able to call anyone.
His mother packed the prepared dishes in thermos buckets and said that he could not eat much by himself.
Zi Qiao insisted on going over, saying that Uncle Wang's house was more spacious than theirs, and even carried his schoolbag.
Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but Ziqiao couldn't leave her mother for a moment.