"Six o'clock in the evening. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info young master. Wang Ma stood there and replied gently.

"It's only night, so I'll sleep for a while." Qing Xuan rolled over impatiently and rushed his back towards Wang Ma. He thought of the dream he had just now, but was interrupted by Wang Ma at a critical moment, and he was very angry with Wang Ma. It's really hateful, disturbing people's dreams! He complained secretly in his heart.

Then he thought that if he continued to sleep, maybe the dream could continue. Thinking so, he closed his eyes again......

Wang's mother saw that Qingxuan wanted to sleep again, so she hurriedly said, "Young master, don't sleep, the master called you downstairs to eat." ”

When Qing Xuan heard his father call him, he subconsciously frowned, and then reluctantly got up. Because he was afraid of being scolded by Li Xiaotian. In his impression, his father has always been majestic, irresistible, and even authoritarian. He rarely has a pleasant face, unless you see him smiling in front of big customers, but that kind of smile is not from the heart, it is a masked, stylized smile, a smile that has to be made for business and orders. The smile was unbearable for him. Therefore, he is reluctant to work with his father, he prefers to do his own business in a place that his father can't see.

Qing Xuan came to the restaurant in his pajamas and saw Li Xiaotian and Luo Meijuan already sitting there waiting for him. He walked over slowly, and then sat down next to Luo Meijuan. He doesn't like to be next to Li Xiaotian, more precisely, he is afraid of being next to Li Xiaotian.

Although Li Xiaotian has hardly moved a finger since he was a child, Luo Meijuan beat him because he was naughty when he was a child. But the kind of aura that Li Xiao is born with gives people the feeling that they will have a sense of security when they are distanced. Therefore, every time the family eats together, Qingxuan sits next to Luo Meijuan.

Li Xiaotian saw that his son had come down, so he began to eat with chopsticks. At first, none of the three of them spoke, each eating the food in front of him. Qing Xuan wants to go upstairs as soon as possible, either sleeping for a while, or playing games, in short, it is best not to face him Lao Tzu.

Overhead, the glow of the orange chandelier renders the dining room warm and romantic: glazed tops accentuate the smooth and delicate porcelain, and food of different colors is steaming white. The heat rose and then disappeared into the vast space of the roof. On the dining table, there is no other sound except the clatter of dishes and chopsticks, and the rustling of food in the mouth. The atmosphere is a bit oppressive.

Li Xiaotian put a mouthful of soup into his mouth, and after swallowing this mouthful of soup, a voice came from the bottom of his throat: "Pack your luggage." It was originally a word of concern, but he was used to the cold expression in the company, and he forgot to adjust his serious expression back when he went home.

Qing Xuan didn't look up at his father, because he didn't have to look to know that under those thick eyebrows was a face with a serious expression.

"Yes." A one-word answer. It seems that it is a waste to say one more word.

"Let the driver Oda take you to the airport tomorrow." After Li Xiaotian finished speaking, he picked up the rice in the bowl.

"Oh." Still a one-word answer. Concise but cold.

"When you get there, call me if there's anything, work hard, and don't make any mistakes." Li Xiaotian saw that his son had nothing to say to him, and the suppressed anger in his heart wanted to explode. But he held back. Is it really that I am old? Is there a generation gap with young people? But he thinks that his thoughts can keep up with the trend of the times, why can't he communicate with his son?

"Yes, got it." Qing Xuan lowered his head and ate his meal, and whispered to the answerer. This time seems to be better than the previous two times, because three more words were said than just now. Well, that's already an improvement, and you can't expect him to talk to himself a lot at once. Li Xiaotian comforted himself. Then, eat up the rice in the bowl.

Luo Meijuan saw that Li Xiaotian's bowl was empty, and asked, "Do you still want to add rice?" ”

"Yes, a little more." Li Xiaotian handed the bowl to Luo Meijuan.

may be that seeing that his son will go to Macau to work tomorrow and will no longer be addicted to the game, Li Xiaotian's appetite is exceptional, and he made an exception to eat half a bowl of rice. After the meal, he wanted to say something more to his son, but he didn't wait for him to speak, so he ran upstairs and locked himself in his room. Li Xiaotian had no choice but to watch TV with his wife while chatting about the recent news broadcast on TV.

Qing Xuan walked back to the room and closed the door with his hand. He didn't turn on the lights, but walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled the curtains open.

As the twilight darkens, the street lights are already lit up, and Shenzhen, which is ruled by the fast pace of the city, is slowly waking up in the blur of the night: the flashing neon lights in the bustling business district and various entertainment venues add a ghostly and confusing flavor to the night; The white-collar workers in the skyscrapers began to unarm and poured into the streets, restaurants, disco bars, bars and karaoke rooms in groups or pairs, starting their colorful nightlife......

On both sides of the street, coconut trees swayed in the dim light. In the distance, the sea-crossing bridge outlines its magnificent silhouette under the pearl-like light and shadow, and all kinds of brand-name vehicles rush through the wide bridge deck like lightning......

The overlap of light and shadow interprets the joys and sorrows of modern civilization. The bustle and hustle and bustle of the city did not bring Qingxuan more happiness, on the contrary, the fast-paced life basically plundered all his happiness! Now, his only happiness is to find his youthful nature in the dream world, in the passion of the game, and find the happiness and freedom that belongs to this age......

However, Li Xiaotian also deprived him of this happiness. "Hey." A low, audible sigh emanated from his Adam's apple, and he began to appreciate the troubles of growing up. I really want to go back to my childhood, or the unscrupulous middle school days, but those years have been so far away from him, so far away that he can never get them back......

In a few hours, he would fly to Macau, that strange and strange world. He will leave his joy and leave the one who brings him joy. Thinking of this, an inexplicable sadness rose from my heart, then condensed between my eyebrows, and finally rose a little bit, like an elf, across the roof, flying into the bottomless universe......

He went back to the computer and turned on the switch on the main computer, he wanted to use the rest of the time to make more money, and make as much money as he could. He thought like this, before he left, he had to leave more money for Bingyu, preferably until he came back, she hadn't spent so much money, so that he would feel at ease when he left. He wasn't sure if Bingyu would marry someone else before he returned, but he was going to do what he could for her.