Chapter 117: Do You Want to Abuse Me?
Young people in the prime of life don't feel like they're in the best phase of their lives.
When you look back when you are older, you may feel like the old driver next to you and sigh that it's good to be young.
Zhang Xiaojian's childish game of six people ended in the most childish way, Wang Wan'er lost, but she didn't accept the punishment, and said: "It's not past twelve o'clock, I'm the biggest today." β
So the other five people asked in unison, "Where are you?"
Wang Wan'er's face turned red, and she didn't say anything in a hurry: "......"
The five of them laughed together, and the noodle restaurant, which was not very lively, became a little more energetic.
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In this world, the best person for you is always your mother.
It's just that Hong Xinshu, who was just fished out by his own mother in the police station, didn't feel this way, he just blindly calmed down, listening to the blame in his ear, he surprisingly didn't reply.
"Look at you, you're all messing around with some. β
"Do you really think these people are awesome? Or do you think you didn't get into enough trouble before?"
"Do you know that if Xiaohui hadn't been for me crying and begging her mother, and adding a lot of money, you would have been locked up in a juvenile detention center by now?"
"Something that doesn't fight. β
"How did I give birth to you?"
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This kind of scolding has become accustomed to Hong Xinshu.
waited until Hong's mother scolded and couldn't go on, and Hong Xinshu suddenly asked, "Mom, am I too naΓ―ve?"
Hong's mother was stunned for a moment, released the accelerator that she was about to step on, looked at her uncompetitive son's side face, and fell into silence. Flash Dance
Hong Xinshu is indeed naΓ―ve, and in the words of the Internet, it is called brain-dead.
But he is only fourteen, shouldn't he be naΓ―ve?
A sense of guilt inexplicably surged into Hong's mother's heart at this time, because she knew that she couldn't blame Hong Xinshu for all this.
A good family background did not give Hong Xinshu a good education, and the constant quarrels between husband and wife in the early years, as well as various family problems, led to problems in Hong Xinshu's personality.
Later, the parents who only knew that they gave money to the child did not give him good company, and Hong Xinshu, who dropped out of school more than a year ago, mixed with his playmates and people who were interested in approaching him for more than a year, which was more than a year of constant troubles and more than a year of constant conflict.
Hong's mother and the divorced ex-husband's father were anxious about this, and knew that if this continued, Hong Xinshu would cause big trouble sooner or later, and his parents couldn't bear the trouble.
Parents know this, they have tried to communicate with Hong Xinshu, and this communication often leads to greater quarrels and family conflicts.
Perhaps these contradictions can only be slowly resolved when time passes quietly and the child grows up.
But Hongxin is only fourteen, when will he grow up?
So when Hong Xinshu asked me if I was too naΓ―ve, Hong's mother had the illusion that the child seemed to have grown up a little, and asked, "Why do you ask that?"
Hong Xinshu thought about it, probably because his face was completely swept away tonight, which made him soberly realize that he was just a child after all, and the people around him such as Sixth Brother were just gangsters who didn't enter the stream. 35xs
And it's not that he doesn't have the capital to contact higher-level people, it's just that those people don't want to play with him who is not in the stream, and they all think that he played too low before, or his reputation is too stinky.
was punctured by the false world created by the so-called dog-licking friends around him, Hong Xinshu realized that he was naΓ―ve, it was not too late, but it was indeed not too early.
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Some people are like flowers in a greenhouse, they have never suffered a loss since they were young, and they will always reflect on it when they suffer a loss.
Wang Wan'er is reflecting on whether she should eat more papaya, but she is not young now, is it too late to eat papaya?
"I'm flat-chested, I'm proud, I'm the national provincial cloth!"
Wang Wan'er encouraged herself like this in her heart, just secretly glanced at Su Yu, why are you so big?
Su Yu, who had just walked out of the bathroom, saw Wang Wan'er's eyes and said with a smile: "Is this a psychological shadow of laughter?"
Wang Wan'er rolled her eyes, and then said seriously: "However, it seems that I have discovered one thing. β
"What's the matter?"
Wang Wan'er pursed her lips and said, "I found that the eyes between Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu tonight are a little..."
Su Yu thought back for a moment and said, "Spark, is it?"
"Yes. β
"Actually, I found out too. β
"What then?"
Su Yu sat down and rubbed his still wet hair with a towel, seemingly casual, but asked very seriously: "Do you know how you feel about Zhang Xiaojian?"
Of course, Wang Wan'er understands what Su Yu is talking about, but the key is that she can't tell the difference.
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Quiet night, empty streets.
Zhang Xiaojian's Mercedes-Benz SUV was driving a little slowly.
There were no little oranges and Land Rovers behind him, and only Ye Mozhu was in the car.
The sound of pop songs is already very quiet, more like background music.
Ye Mozhu didn't think the car was slow, but when he saw that the time was already twelve o'clock, he wanted to say that he should drive faster, but he stopped talking.
Zhang Xiaojian seemed to be driving very seriously, but in fact, he didn't drink a drop tonight, but he was actually a little drunk...
It's an indescribable sense of wonder that can't be described.
Zhang Xiaojian felt that he could drive a Mercedes-Benz slower than a bicycle, and he also wanted to be slow, so it became slower and slower, like a turtle.
Looking out the window, Ye Mozhu found that it was too slow, because the tree on the side of the road had been staring at him for a while, but the car hadn't driven over yet...
She had no choice but to say, "It's too late, I'm afraid my mother won't sleep and wait for me to come home." β
Zhang Xiaojian felt a little lost, does this mean that he doesn't want to be alone with him for too long?
However, he finally realized that he was too obvious, so he stepped on the accelerator, and the SUV finally regained its speed and vitality.
A feeling of pushing his back hit, and Ye Mozhu hurriedly said: "It doesn't have to be so fast." β
Zhang Xiaojian felt a little happy, does this mean that it is actually okay to stay with him for a while?
Wait a minute..
Isn't there a bit of a mental problem now....
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There is a big locust tree downstairs in Ye Mozhu's house, and the SUV is parked under the big locust tree, the light of the street lights disappears, and the car is a little dark.
Zhang Xiaojian, who suspected that he had mental problems, first turned on the light, then looked at Ye Mozhu and said, "I plan to go to the computer city tomorrow to have two computers." β
Ye Mozhu smiled: "This is planning to practice hard skills and seek revenge on me?"
"Yes, I was beaten up by you in an Internet cafΓ© too badly today, but I don't know much about computers. β
"You still need to understand, it's not enough to match the best. β
"............" Zhang Xiaojian paused for a moment, and all the words he prepared came back, and having money became the biggest bug in the set of rhetoric he had prepared before.
He didn't understand the computer there, but he just wanted to find an excuse to ask Ye Mozhu.
It's just that at this time, he had to take a deep breath and simply said directly: "Are you going with me?"
Ye Mozhu looked at Zhang Xiaojian, who was a little nervous, and smiled: "Okay." β
Zhang Xiaojian was satisfied, and said, "When I move back to the new computer, let's see how I am ashamed." β
Ye Mozhu replied confidently: "But I think you are looking for abuse." β
Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows and said, "Then do you want to abuse me?"
Ye Mozhu didn't think deeply: "I think." β
Huh? What's weird there...