Fu Hansheng's place of residence is lined with old and dilapidated staircases along a Changchun street, and because of the cheap rent, a large number of migrant workers have gathered.

Fu Hansheng has lived here since he was very young, and he learned all the skills to fight here.

When he was young, there were always people who stirred up trouble, and at the beginning, Fu Hansheng was always bullied with a blue nose and swollen face.

Afraid that his mother would worry, he found a small world of his own in an abandoned building near his home.

There he practiced punching bags, there he healed alone, and over again, always alone.

Gradually, Fu Hansheng's ability to fight was practiced, and those who were afraid of things didn't bother him much.

He could finally live a quieter life, without all the finger-pointing and beatings. Of course, they couldn't beat him anymore.

It was late at night when Fu Hansheng came home, and after going upstairs to go home, he habitually glanced at the reclining chair in the living room.

After eating, I simply cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and went to take a shower, and after about a few minutes, I wore a clean white shirt, black empty shorts, and wiped my short and capable black hair and came out refreshed.

I looked at the old clock hanging on the wall of the living room with the hour hand pointing to 11, put down the towel, and went to my father's room with some concern and knocked on the door. No one answered, Fu Hansheng put his ear close to the door, and there was still no movement at all. Then he gave up, went back to his room and went to bed by himself.

The next day, the sky was bright, and the sun hung high outside the window, scorching the earth.

I slept late last night, and before Fu Hansheng could open his eyes, he was disturbed by the dazzling light coming directly from the window, and woke up slowly. Hearing the crackling movement outside, I couldn't sleep anymore.

The thin perfect figure wears a clean white shirt, the buttons are only loosely tied below, but the top is open, revealing a sexy collarbone, putting on casual dark loose cargo pants, with messy short black hair, the whole person is ascetic, and the demeanor is elegant, and the doorknob is slowly opened.

Seeing his father who didn't return last night, he was making lunch in the kitchen in a panic at the moment, Fu Hansheng frowned slightly, didn't ask anything, and went straight to the bathroom to wash.

After a brief wash, the boy leaned down, turned on the faucet, washed his face with a handful of water in both hands, and looked up at the mirror. I was still a little sleepy, but I woke up completely after being doused with cold water.

"Son, have you washed up? Daddy today... I paid my salary, I specially bought two of your favorite dishes and came back, and made you a sumptuous lunch, come and eat, it's not delicious when it's cold......" picked up the dishes and chopsticks and approached the dining table, shouting to Fu Hansheng in the bathroom, and his words were full of joy and love.

Fu Hansheng replied in a low voice: "Okay, here." He picked up a towel and wiped the water stains on his face, and sat down at the table to eat in silence.

Fu Wei smiled and served his son with vegetables, and carefully advised: "Eat more, this is what you love to eat, ah!"

Regarding his father's long-lost concern, Fu Hansheng didn't know how to respond for a while, and only replied lightly with a "hmm".

Looking at his son, who has excellent grades and is gradually growing up sensible, Fu Wei is proud and relieved.

The son's cold attitude did not affect his smiling eyes at all, he had not taken care of him for so many years, and he woke up after the divorce and realized what he had lost, and his heart was full of guilt and amends.

The meal was quiet and ordinary, but it was precious to both father and son.