Because school is going to start tomorrow, Jian Bai said in advance yesterday that she has to sleep well today, and canceled her daily activities, so Song Cheng can't be energetic this morning, and even reading his favorite weapon principle book is listless.

The book he read was called "The Theory of Destruction", and when he bought it, he didn't read it carefully, and when he came back, he realized that it was not a medical book but about the principle and structure of thermal weapons. Song Cheng saw a lot of things, and he was willing to understand this field, which was quite novel to him. Originally, he read it with the mentality of looking at it casually, but when he looked closely, he was instantly attracted by the tyrannical and destructive power contained in the thermal weapons inside, whether it was guns, artillery, or missiles equipped with chemical warfare agents, which made him crazy.

If Song Cheng was very blind and passive in learning and absorbing knowledge before, then since then he seems to have finally found his own direction. He was eager to know why these weak sheets of iron could carry so much power, why some very small amount of matter could release so much power when it collided with its antimatter, and why the combination of these incoherent matter produced so much energy. He began to study physics and chemistry systematically and with hunger, looking at the principles of these formulas with a new eye. Only then did he be surprised to find that such a majestic power was contained in these complex knowledge systems.

Just as he was once again immersed in these mysterious principles, he was awakened by a loud "bang" at the door.

Song Hengjiang's mind swirled around with the phone call that Zhou Peng had given him just now, and the strange feelings lingered in his heart, and the nerves called reason in his brain had also been broken. He didn't even find a suitable excuse to cover it up, and kicked the door open.

"Get out of here!" Song Hengjiang's low roar almost popped out from between his teeth. Then without waiting for Song Cheng to react, he took the lead out of the door with his hands behind his back.

Song Cheng calmly closed the book in his hand, not only did he not have fear and worry about his father's anger in his eyes, but on the contrary, there was a faint flash of boredom and irritability.

"Get on your knees!" Song Hengjiang calmed down, put on a posture, sat in the center of the sofa, and gently raised his eyes at Song Cheng, who followed him.

Song Cheng knelt down without saying a word, but his back was straight.

The young man's gradually resolute eyebrows and eyes made Song Hengjiang a little frightened, like the anxiety and powerlessness felt when the emperor in ancient times suddenly found that his son had unknowingly grown up to a position that could threaten him, and he was full of resentment and couldn't do it.

Seeing this, Aunt Li, who was a helper next to her, hurriedly took a rag and withdrew to her room, for fear that her anger would burn on her. When she returned to the room, she was still leaning against the door and breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought of Song Cheng outside the door, her heart rose again.

Originally, her style has always been to protect herself wisely and not to get involved in the affairs of her employer's family, but she couldn't bear to think of the crime that Song Cheng, the child was about to suffer. Finally, in the past few months, the child's face has become more vibrant, and it is estimated that he is gone today, and he is gone. Aunt Li struggled several times, but finally took a deep breath and dialed Chen Juan's phone.

"Do you know why I made you kneel?" Song Hengjiang took the newspaper and flipped through it, not even giving Song Cheng a single afterglow.

Song Cheng only thought it was funny, the man was very imposing, but the tone of his voice was abnormal, his fingers kept folding the corners of the newspaper, no matter how he looked at it, he was empty-hearted.

What is the weakness of the heart? Song Cheng, who lowered his head and said nothing, hooked the corners of his mouth and pulled out an arc of mockery.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and in the end, Song Hengjiang couldn't hold back his anger and said, "Do you still need me to sue you?" ”

"Is it because I went to the provincial capital to participate in the competition?" Although it was a question, Song Cheng's tone was very calm, and he didn't look confused at all.

"You ......" For some reason, such Song Cheng made him unable to find a reason to reprimand.

Chen Juan hurried back when she received the news, and when she got home, she saw such a scene, not panicked and anxious.

"Hengjiang, this is ......" Aunt Li didn't say it clearly on the phone, only said that it was a trouble.

"Ask him yourself!" Song Hengjiang shook the newspaper in his hand, showing that he was not in a calm mood.

In the past two months, Song Cheng has always had a lukewarm attitude, and now Chen Juan doesn't dare to scold him at will, so he can only slow down and ask, "Chengcheng, can you tell me what happened?" ”

"I participated in PowerfulBrain's quiz contest." Song Cheng closed his eyes slightly and calmly stated the facts.

"Is it a shame during the game?" Chen Juan's first reaction to this. She didn't understand foreign language, but subconsciously felt that it was a very high-end competition.

"No, I finished second in the race."

Chen Juan's voice changed in surprise, "Second? "Is there only two people participating?

"That's why I'm angry?" Song Hengjiang slammed the newspaper on the table, making a loud noise.

"No, of course not." Song Cheng chuckled, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Song Hengjiang with lacquer-like eyes, with an indissoluble coldness in his eyes.

Song Hengjiang's fingertips on his thighs trembled uncontrollably, and he only felt that something seemed to be beyond his control.

Chen Juan only felt that after Song Cheng said this, the atmosphere became weird, and the uneasiness buried deep in her heart broke through. Looking at her somewhat strange son in front of her, she trembled her lips and asked a little tremblingly, "So, what is that for?" ”

He avoided answering, but asked thoughtlessly, "What is written in Zhang Jingqiu's suicide note?" ”

"Y-What do you mean?" Song Hengjiang was furious and stepped forward to kick Song Cheng, but was stopped by Chen Juan, who had never dared to resist him.

Song Hengjiang's eyes were split: "Chen Juan! ”

Hearing this person's name at first glance in such an untouched situation made her still a little dazed, and she could only subconsciously follow the truest reaction in her heart. Yes, yes, how could such a strong person as Zhang Jingqiu let her go so lightly? In the past, she didn't want to think deeply, but today, Song Cheng's words and Song Hengjiang's reaction seemed to give her a blow to the head.

"Chen Juan, what do you mean by this?" Song Hengjiang blushed and gave Chen Juan a slap with his backhand.

"Smack!" The crisp voice echoed in the empty living room, and Chen Juan's face was tilted by this slap, and deep blood marks immediately appeared on her face. But the strange thing is that she didn't feel pain, but felt that the slap seemed to wake up the nerves in her head and let her return to reality.

Many scenes flashed in her mind like a wandering flower, and finally froze at the moment when her little Song Cheng stood alone in the center of the living room, being coldly watched by everyone, including her. She tried to step forward and hug him, but was stunned by the dead air in his eyes as he looked at her.

Although he beat Chen Juan, Song Hengjiang did not have the slightest guilt on his face except for anger. He slammed the door and left angrily, intending to give Chen Juan a little color.

Song Cheng's expression was a little complicated, he didn't expect this woman to actually stand up to protect her.

It's strange that this is the first time in so many years, but why can't he be happy when the things he has fantasized about a thousand times in his heart come true.

Chen Juan got up tremblingly and returned to the bedroom without saying a word, not wanting to show her wolf appearance in front of Song Cheng. This is the life she has worked so hard to maintain, and today it is just to tear off the delicate but fragile layer of wrapping paper, and blow out all the unbearable inside. It's terrible, she has been a husband and wife with Song Hengjiang for so many years, but she still can't see through him. This is the qiē she is holding tightly, how ridiculous is it?

Chen Juan suppressed the remorse that was surging in her heart again, and the bitter taste spread in her mouth. After closing the door, she expertly climbed into the tall closet.

In the dark, you can let the tears flow freely on your face.

……

"Xiaocheng, why are you here?" Wu Jing was about to go out to buy vegetables, but when she opened the door, she found Song Cheng squatting at the door like a puppy, with her head down, full of gloomy atmosphere.

As if he didn't expect someone to open the door, he raised his head in surprise, but Wu Jing grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the room.

"It's so sunny outside, why don't you come in." Wu Jing settled him in front of the table, and went to the kitchen to bring out a glass of milk, "I'll tell you, you came at the right time." This is the milk I gave to Ah Bai Re before, and she had already gotten up, but when she heard that she wanted to drink milk, she shouted that she was sleepy, and then forced herself to fall asleep again. Isn't it annoying and funny, you say? ”

The sunlight outside the window shines through the glass of milk, refracting a fine light in Song Cheng's black pupils as deep as thick ink. He had heard Ah Bai complain many times about how unpleasant the milk was, and just by listening to Aunt Wu's words, he could restore her rogue expression when he closed his eyes and wanted to rub off the milk, and he could also imagine her complacent after her plan succeeded.

Song Cheng closed his eyes slightly, looking at the pure white milk that had not been stained with a trace of variegated color, and suddenly chuckled.

Because he cares, he will be upset, obviously as long as he puts aside those irrelevant people and things, and only leaves Ah Bai alone, why can't he always remember?

"School starts tomorrow, are you ready?" Looking at Song Cheng, who obediently drank the milk and still had milk stains on his mouth, Wu Jing's heart was about to soften.

Song Cheng tilted his head a little puzzled, Qingjun's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he thought hard, "Do you need to prepare things for the start of school?" ”

"Of course! What notices for the start of school, summer vacation homework, and stationery boxes should be put in the schoolbag in advance, so as not to be in a hurry tomorrow. ”

Song Cheng's doubts deepened: "But weren't these things originally put in the schoolbag?" ”

Wu Jing was speechless. She thought that she didn't clean up at all, and when it was time to start school, she rummaged through the house, and found her own daughter who was very happy after finding everything like a treasure.

She changed the topic stiffly, afraid that if she continued to talk about it, she would want to pull Jian Bai up from the bed and beat her violently, "Xiaocheng, how about you come and see the painting I drew yesterday?" ”

Song Cheng put down the empty cup in his hand, nodded, and then followed Wu Jing to the balcony to look at the painting.

"Come and have a look." Wu Jing's face was full of joy, which was the enthusiasm for betting on what she loved.

As soon as she gave way, Song Cheng saw the whole painting.

The paper is painted with the morning sun in the alley. Different from Wu Jing's gentle character, her paintings are gorgeous, gorgeous, and at the same time elegant and even delicate. The strokes of the rising sun are thick and powerful, and the strong color contrast gives it a vigorous burning impulse and tension of life.

Amazing!

Even Song Cheng, who doesn't know anything about oil painting, has the most intuitive feeling when he sees this painting.

Wu Jing was in high spirits: "How is the painting?" ”

"Good." Song Cheng was already short of language, and he could only use these two words to summarize all his feelings.

Wu Jing didn't care, she said to herself, "This sketchpad was bought by Ah Bai a few days ago, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have thought that I would be able to touch a paintbrush again in my life." I learned oil painting when I was young, but unfortunately I ...... later" Wu Jing stopped talking, and a trace of nostalgia and sentimentality slipped in her eyes.

"Alas... Needless to say, people still have to look forward. Wu Jing waved her hand, unwilling to think about the past, "I'll wake up Jian Bai, let's go shopping for vegetables later, let's have a good meal at noon today to celebrate the start of school tomorrow." ”

"Well, together."

……

Yoshidazaki looked at the information handed by his subordinates with a gloomy face.

His fingertips rubbed on a few lead words, and with one last force, he crumpled the paper tightly, "Hmph, Huaguo is really good." In that case, prepare for the wrath of our big island nation! ”

The crumpled waste paper fell alone next to the paper basket, and the words "believe it or not" could be vaguely seen, as if making a silent mockery......