Chi Guang

Chapter 91 The Night Is Too Long

Before the Lantern Festival, Han Yu packed up his things and left. Xu Shao and Xu Rui also had to go back to school to make up lessons. This time Xu Chichuan returned with a full load and collected thousands of New Year's money, but this time he didn't give it all to Shen Sijing for safekeeping. He kept it for himself. Keep a thousand by your side.

Shen Sijing was very curious: "What do you want to buy baby?"

"No," Xu Chichuan laughed, "I don't want to buy anything."

On the last day of the holiday, it was reported that the fat five catties still lost weight, and he tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep.

It's spring.

The next day, before the alarm clock rang, Xu Chichuan woke up. The smell of fried eggs wafted from the kitchen. Xu Youhua was a little surprised: "Hey, you're so active today?"

"Yes," he said with a smile, "Dad, don't put lettuce."

I haven't seen it for a month, but the signboard of No. 23 Middle School looks friendly and cute. The banyan tree at the door is tall and tall, and its branches and leaves are more dense. He was extremely handsome; Su Pingran still looked so flattered, but his eyes were a little dodgy when facing Shen Qiansong; Lu Miaoyi, as always, was lying on the stone platform with his butt pouted and crazily writing something.

"You didn't do your homework."

"Small!!" Lu Miao's eyes lit up, and she threw herself on him, howling, "You're finally here!"

Xu Chichuan sighed, and opened his schoolbag: "Tell me, which subject do you want?"

"Everything!!"

Xu Chichuan: ...

The school gate opened, but Mu Shihai hadn't come yet.

Putting down his schoolbag, Xu Chichuan went straight to the office. Tao Yiming was using the computer: "Report!"

"Come in," Tao Yiming raised his eyebrows, "Look at the seating chart? It hasn't been typed yet."

"Hey, hey, take a look first," he leaned his head over, "Did we not switch?"

"Changed."

"what?!"

"Switch or not, you can't read?" Poking at the names next to each other on the screen, the man was full of hatred: "You two are conjoined? Can't you live apart?"

"Yes," Xu Chichuan nodded seriously, "I can't survive."

"...Don't be so talkative! Change your seat if your monthly exam score drops!"

Xu Chichuan didn't listen to the last threat, and left contentedly with a grin. Someone patted his shoulder from behind: "Why are you smirking?"

He turned around, surprised.

I haven't seen him for 27 days. Mu Shihai's hair has grown, and he seems to have grown a little taller, but he seems to be thinner, his brow bones are a little sharper, and there is a faint trace of fatigue. Only his eyes are the same as before, moist and dark.

Xu Chichuan exhaled slowly, took his schoolbag, turned around to cover his feverish left ear: "You're just giggling!"

It's just that when Tao Yiming released the seating chart and the whole class moved tables and chairs in full swing, only the two of them were sitting firmly like a mountain, Mu Shihai didn't understand but also understood.

The irritability of arguing with Mu Xingyong last night suddenly dissipated a lot. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the child's hair: "It's so good."

With a swipe, Xu Chichuan blushed.

This semester will only have new classes for half a month, and the rest of the time will be used to review the senior high school entrance examination. The teachers of all subjects are eager to start reviewing immediately. There is no need to participate in the third grade of junior high school exercises between classes, and the physical education class will be changed from two sessions a week. It turned into a two-week festival, and Liao Xuan became even more frantic-the class meeting took up all the papers.

At this time, Shen Sijing's foresight appeared-the morning run had an effect, and Xu Chichuan didn't catch a cold for the first time when spring and summer changed seasons.

Finally, before mid-March, the new class ended and a round of review began.As stubborn as Shen Qiansong, he also took out his notebook and began to understand and listen to the lectures-if he still wants to go to school and continue his studies, even if it is just a general high school, a round of review is the last chance.The office suddenly became very hot. At the desks of the teachers of English, Mathematics and Physical Chemistry, there was an endless stream of students with papers to ask questions. Xu Chichuan was squeezed out several times, and even Lu Miaoyi bit his pen to ask. He: "Son, do you have a list of irregular verb conjugations? Lend me a copy."

Everyone is immersed in the enthusiasm of working hard for the future.

But Mu Shihai didn't.

Xu Chichuan excitedly bought a lot of reference textbooks, and piled them all on his desk: "Look."

Mu Shihai opened a book casually: "What is this?"

"Information," he rambled on, explaining the purpose of each book, but did not notice Mu Shihai's strange silence: "There are too many supplementary books now, I have been looking for them for a long time, and they are all suitable for your current level."

"Tick off the questions for you every day according to the content of the review, and ask me if you don't know."

"I'll tell you."

"OK?"

He couldn't say bad.

"……it is good."

At the beginning, I wanted to do it well, especially when Xu Chichuan was next to him——if the questions I didn’t know before were done correctly, Xu Chichuan would be very happy. The little dimples are cute, and he cheered for him: “You Amazing!"

"Brother, you are awesome!"

Such emotions stop at home.

There are still four months left for the senior high school entrance examination, and Mu Xingyong can't wait.

He heard Mu Xingyong's more and more frequent calls - contacting an agency, asking about a visa, looking for a school, looking for a house... I wish I could send him away tomorrow.

"I dont go."

Mu Xingyong sneered: "This is not something you can decide."

He dropped his chopsticks, and his indifferent eyes froze: "You can try."

There was the sound of a bowl breaking behind him.

Daytime is Xu Chichuan's heartfelt expectation, and night is an imminent war. Guilt and contradictions become two entangled ropes, strangling him out of breath. Reality is like a loud slap in the face, destroying the slim hope and forcing him to admit it. A painful truth.

The language is hopeful.He is not strong enough to be qualified to fight.

The title turned into a reflection of deceit - he didn't have half the odds of winning, not even one percent, and what he promised to Xu Chichuan were all self-deceiving and meaningless illusions.

Fortunately, he concealed it very well. When the answer was torn away, he bought a new one. Relying on the original foundation and what he heard in class, plus the psychological quality he has cultivated over the years, he temporarily deceived Xu Chichuan. .

Anxiety and resistance reached their peak at the moment of seeing the passport.

It was the first time for the father and son to move their hands. The young man was full of self-righteous blood. After a few moves, his hands were held down and he was pressed against the sofa, unable to move. He spat bloody foam, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "Do it? How dare you fucking dare to do it with me!"

Lightning pierced the dark night, the TV was smashed with a big hole, it fell to pieces on the ground, the glass tank was shattered, the water wet the carpet, the two parrot fish eyes were wide open, and they turned their bellies up and jumped up and down. just die.

"I won't go," pressed his chest against the corner of the sofa, was a little short of breath, turned his face away with difficulty, Mu Shihai was bearing five slap marks, and his intense hatred condensed into a blood-quenching knife, piercing into the man's heart : "Strangle me if you have the ability."

"Like you tried to strangle my mother before."

Mu Xingyong choked.

On a rainy night many years ago, with the same posture and the same look in his eyes, he pressed Yang Shushu's throat, the woman's face was pale, she was obviously out of breath, but she still stubbornly stared at him.

"I won't sign."

"Give me Xiaohai's custody."

"Or you'll strangle me."

it is good!very good!

As expected of her son!

Trembling, Mu Xingyong let go of the man. Mu Shihai's legs softened and he knelt on the ground, staring at the man vigilantly.

"You—" the man gritted his teeth, his eyes were scarlet: "You are fine!"

After saying that, he stumbled and turned around and went upstairs.

Mu Shihai sat on the ground, and there was another muffled thunder outside the window.

Under the coffee table, the two fish were completely dead, and the whites of their eyes turned up, declaring the sadness of death.

The rain is getting heavier.

In the bedroom, Mu Xingyong sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through his cell phone, the cold white light shone on his face, making him eerie.

"Hello? Did you find it?"

"who is it?"

"Qin Sanyan? Okay, send me the photo."

"Don't worry, you won't lose a single point."

Satisfied, the man walked out of the room and knocked on the other bedroom.

The door opened, and Mu Shihai's face was as cold as ice. The redness and swelling on his face hadn't disappeared: "What's the matter?"

"Dad has a question that I don't quite understand."

"Did Yin Xu go abroad voluntarily?"

"He is your wife's nephew," Mu Shihai said indifferently, "You should ask him about your wife." After finishing speaking, he was about to close the door, but Mu Xingyong blocked him with his foot: "What is the name of that gangster your mother saved? Qin San weir?"

The door was still closed, Mu Shihai and Mu Xingyong raised their phones: "Can we talk now?"

"I don't want to use the way I deal with the business field on you. Anyway, your surname is Mu, and half of your body is bleeding with Lao Tzu's blood;"

"But you—" Mu Xingyong nodded his head: "You are too uneducated."

"Now I give you two ways;"

"One, obediently go abroad after the high school entrance examination, tonight's affairs will be written off, young people, there is nothing wrong with rebelling once in a while;"

"If you keep going your own way against me—"

He turned the phone around, clicked to zoom in on the messages and pictures sent by the secretary, Mu Shihai's pale face lost the last trace of blood.

"A gangster like Qin Sanyan—your Uncle Ye is in criminal investigation, and Yin Xu's family also has some background;"

"If your mother knew..."

"Don't go to my mother!!!" With a roar, Mu Shihai was like a beast driven to a desperate situation, his eyes were red with anger, he pushed the man against the wall, the bloody smell rolled up in his mouth, and his breath was rough Zhong: "Don't look for her!"

"You hand Qin Sanyan over to the police," he gasped, trying to save the last chance: "The police will not let Yin Xu go;"

"He's sixteen;"

"Intentionally hurting someone will be punished."

"Aren't you afraid that your wife will trouble you?"

"laugh."

Mu Xingyong pushed his hand away and looked at him with interest. At this moment, Mu Shihai looked a bit like him: "First, I haven't gone to your mother, nor handed Qin Sanyan over. I'm giving you a chance."

"Second, why do you think I care if Yin Xu goes to jail?"

"Mu Shihai," the man stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, shaking his head with some pity: "You don't know dad very well."

In the darkness, the profiles of the father and son overlapped, both heroic and ruthless, Mu Shihai was a little panicked, the man's cloudy eyeballs in the past shone brightly tonight, especially sharp.

"Think carefully, I don't have much patience," Mu Xingyong picked up the phone, with a familiar look on weekdays: "I hope you didn't choose the wrong one."

Can't sleep all night.

The man he thought was irritable, incompetent, lustful, selfish and cruel was completely different from Mu Xingyong tonight. He finally understood Yang Shushu's words.

Don't try to irritate your father.

The night is too long, lonely and hopeless.

The next day, when Yin Zhimei took Mu Shiyu home, she was startled by the miserable situation in the living room, but when she asked at the dinner table, the man scolded impatiently: "Is there no end? Why don't you let people have a good meal in the morning!"

Until Mu Shihai went downstairs with two huge dark circles under his eyes and a swollen face, Yin Zhimei understood it instantly, and secretly delighted: "Mom, go get some ice for you."

"No need," Mu Shihai sat down indifferently, stared at Mu Xingyong in silence for a long time, and said slowly, "I've made up my mind."

His tone was full of resignation: "I will choose the first one."

"Okay," Mu Xingyong nodded, and put the peeled eggs into his bowl: "Go to school after eating."

Swallowing the egg mechanically, I heard the man say again when I put on my shoes and went out: "Did you get through the phone last night?"

The hands that tied the shoelaces froze.

The man continued: "I didn't answer because he drank too much last night, call again at noon, don't be late."

He walked out of the door in a daze, and finally couldn't help it when he walked to the gate of the community. Holding the telephone pole, he vomited out. The egg yolk was mixed with bile and vomited all over the floor, until only acid water remained.

Yang Shushu's words came to mind again.

Don't try to irritate your father.