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Thirty years ago

Mu Qingchen carried shabby luggage, the newlywed wife held an oil-paper umbrella, the two of them came out of the train station, the wife held his arm tightly, and the couple who left their hometown started their city life in a kitchen full of oil smoke.

Twenty years ago

The son is five years old, the business of the small shop is booming, the family struggled to gain a foothold in the city, it was the most difficult time for the two of them, lighting the fire, picking vegetables, and taking charge of the spoon are all done by the two of them, every time they are busy until they close, and when they turn back after sweating, their son is already asleep on the dining table. At this time, he always held his son in his arms apologetically, and saw his wife lighting a drawer of sweat-stained change, and the happiness that welled up in his heart was irreplaceable.

Yes, it was also the happiest time, he remembers, many times his son was thrown in the back kitchen, the earliest toys were carrots and yam eggs, playing and playing, he would nibble on a mouthful of lettuce and a mouthful of mud; A little older, the first thing to learn is to peel garlic and pick vegetables, the favorite thing to do is to stand quietly behind him, stretch out his hand to pull the palm of the father, waiting for him to squat down with a smile, and then the son with a childish smile will carefully wipe the sweat from his forehead for his father, and when he is done, he looks back at his mother, and then says loudly: stinks to death, smells of green onions

Ten years ago

When his wife died, his son became stubborn, and when he was notified that his son was absent from school, he was ruthless and wanted to discipline him fiercely, and took the clerks to search for this rebel son, for a day and a night, he couldn't find it, and finally remembered the cemetery, only to remember that it was the third anniversary of his wife's death, and when he arrived in a hurry, his son was there, leaning on the stone tablet and falling asleep, with tears on his face, and he accompanied his deceased mother in the cemetery for a night.

At that moment, Mu Qingchen hid, he slapped himself fiercely, and burst into tears like his son.

It was also at that time that he was ruthless in sending his son abroad.

Right now

The car stopped, decades were like an instant, and in a blink of an eye, it was over half a hundred, Mu Qingchen rubbed his sour eyes, he remembered his wife who died early, and they shared hardships together, but they didn't have the opportunity to stay together. What she can't let go of is family affection, and what she can't let go of is concern, just like the nostalgia she left for her husband and son, how can she let go.

The old things came to his heart, he examined his mistakes, yes, as Dr. Feng said, missed the best time to care for his son, maybe the problem is indeed on him, because of guilt, because it is difficult to speak, he has indeed neglected to communicate with his son, the vulgar talk, the son does not teach, the father's fault, the son has become what he is today, and he has the greatest responsibility.

"I should have a good talk with him, no matter how you look at me, it doesn't matter, but he can't ruin himself like this, right, I should talk to him personally"

Mu Qingchen thought so in his heart, and then made up his mind, started the car, and drove towards the community.

In the miserable rain, in the self-blame, mixed with sadness and happiness in the aftertaste, Lao Mu drove slowly approached the Sichuan Road Luyuan Community in Binhai City, the house here was placed by him a few years ago, has more than doubled in value, the plan was perfect, the house is ready, and when the son becomes an adult, he will marry a wife and start a family separately, and the obligation of being a father in this life will be fulfilled.

The plan can never catch up with the changes, and he doesn't dare to transfer the property rights to his son's name now, for fear that the loser will mortgage the house in the blink of an eye and realize it will collapse.

Hey Lao Mu went upstairs, while shaking his head and sighing, thinking of starting a family, his troubles came again, he used to be afraid that his son would be taken away by that unscrupulous woman, but later found that he was worried about being redundant, his son was more shameless than those unscrupulous women, and he often stayed overnight and never lingered.

How did life come to be like this?

Out of the elevator, the footsteps stopped, Lao Mu was disturbed by these things again, he calmed down, for fear that he would see his son and scold again, nothing could be solved, the relationship between father and son has been like hatred for a long time, and today can not repeat the mistakes of the past no matter what.

He calmed down for a long time, looked at the time almost noon, this time should be about the time for his son to get up, he stepped forward and knocked on the door, no sound, took out the key, opened the door directly, as soon as the door opened the door and screamed, Lao Mu shook a half-naked figure on the sofa in front of his eyes, a strange woman, who was half naked drinking water on the sofa, was scared by Lao Mu who came in suddenly, screamed, wrapped in a sofa towel and shouted: "Who are you, why are you at home?"

Lao Mu turned his head for a moment, looked at the girl with messy hairline and fair face, and knew that he had bumped into the bad woman who stayed overnight again, and he said irritably: "Who are you, didn't anyone tell you, this is my home"

The girl was stunned, raised her head and shouted in the direction of the bedroom: "Xiaomu, Xiaomu, who is this?"

"Ah, what's wrong, Huanhuan"

The son's voice sounded in the bedroom, and then the son Mu Linshen, who was only wearing a pair of shorts, ran out, and when he saw his father standing at the door, he said angrily: "Dad, when will you learn to respect others, come in without a sound." ”

"I'm your dad, or are you my dad, let me respect you, then you have to have something worthy of my respect, just take a girl home for the night, who is this, that bar soaked" Lao Mu was furious and angry.

The woman rolled her eyes, but Xiao Mu retorted: "Dad, you are wrong, you are completely wrong, you always insist on your mistakes so stubbornly." ”

"Wrong," Lao Mu was stunned.

"Of course, you need me to tell you, provided you learn to respect me later." Xiao Mu said solemnly.

"If you're wrong, you're talking about ideals and discussing life," Lao Mu said angrily.

"Hehe, come out, Doudou." With a snap of his fingers, another head stuck out of the bedroom, a girl with short hair, not one, but a pair. I saw Xiaomu say proudly: "Your mistake is that I brought two flower-like girls back to look for flowers and have fun, not a father, if you want to be embarrassed, you can avoid it."

"What do I avoid" Lao Mu was so angry that his eyes were full of stars, he was furious, blowing his beard and glaring and roaring: "Get out"

Angry, the three were frightened, Xiao Mu saw that Lao Mu was really angry, embarrassed to shrug his shoulders, pointing to the bedroom, the two female companions hurriedly looked for clothes, the bedroom, the living room was littered, Lao Mu was angry again, and paced on the balcony angrily, at this time, he had long forgotten to be calm and communicate, and he was angry, and he couldn't wait to beat this unscrupulous son.

In a moment, the three of them were dressed indiscriminately, and they were about to run, and Lao Muyi shouted to his son: "You stop, let them go and find something"

"Hey, old man, why are you scolding" The short-haired girl was suddenly annoyed.

"That's right, if you look for us or not, will I accompany you." The long-haired girl choked on Lao Mu.

"Okay, good, be graceful, don't worry about Doudou like the elderly, I'll look for you Huanhuan when I turn back, I'll make an appointment with you another day" Xiao Mu took one in one hand, sent it out the door, and coaxed the two girls away, Lao Mu was afraid that this guy would slip away again, and shouted behind his back: "Don't run, come here, I have something to tell you." ”

Xiao Mu, who ran a few steps, retreated, leaned against the door, his lips were blowing, a lock of dyed hair on his forehead floated up, gray, handsome face was already a little evil, he said very unceremoniously: "Dad, since you let me live here, you should give me personal space, in a foreign country, you dare to trespass on other people's space, the consequences are very serious." ”

"You understand, this is the domestic Lao Tzu sent you abroad, spent millions, brought back a fake diploma, and learned a little about this" Lao Mu said angrily.

"Abrahainlnuniver private ty, how can it be a fake diploma" Xiaomu-for-tat, fluent in English.

"Don't think I don't know, it's a pheasant university, and it's useless." Mu Qingchen shouted.

"Yes, pheasant university is also a university, it is a fake pheasant university diploma, it is definitely not a fake diploma and you agreed to let me go, you can't figure it out at the time, go back and blame me" Xiao Mu stimulated Lao Mu, and the two met like enemies, and they were very red.

"Okay, okay, now it's a lesson for me, I'm your dad, or you're my dad." Mu Qingchen was so angry that he was depressed in his chest, and he said suddenly.

Xiao Mu grinned and said without concern at all: "Look at what you said, it's so hard to be a father, so you should come." ”

The son's disdain made Mu Qingchen so angry that he almost saw tears in his eyes, he said, his words trembled a little: "Originally, today, I was going to have a good talk with you, your father owed you in his last life, so many years of carelessness, food, clothing, eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, you should pay it off, you just talk to your dad like this, and say, how much do you think your dad still owes you?"

"Legally, you still have a lot of money to do with me." Xiao Mu thought about it and said seriously.

Lao Mu was so angry that he sat on the sofa, his face was pale, and his breath was short, just when he picked up the fruit bowl and couldn't press the anger in his heart, and smashed it out, Xiao Mu turned around smartly, closed the door and ran.

Boom, the fruit bowl smashed at the door, and in the sound of shattering, Lao Mu roared: "Get out, don't let Lao Tzu see you again." ”

As usual, when there is a dispute, it always ends with Mu Linshen slipping away and Mu Qingchen's anger, this situation According to previous experience, Mu Qingchen knows that this scourge son will definitely find his fox friends to hide for a few days, and he will definitely wait for him to disappear and then come back secretly, or if he can't wait for him to be angry, he will find a way to get the money, and it will be credited to his head as a Lao Tzu.

What can Mu Qingchen do, he knows, at that time, he can only let it go, and smile bitterly, Dr. Feng said that he doesn't understand his son's psychology, but how can he understand his hard work as a father.

This is a simple proposition that cannot be solved, Mu Qingchen got up silently, he straightened the sofa, swept up the broken fruit plate, sighed, thought about it in frustration, and cleaned the living room seriously, when he pushed open the door of the study, he was stunned, and a warm warmth rose from the bottom of his heart, this is the room he built for his son, he has worked hard all his life to be a big boss from a master, and he once discussed with his wife that he would create a good environment for the child in the future, and then not let him experience the suffering of the previous generation.

And today's realization, why does Mu Qingchen feel more bitter

"It's okay, this kid still has a bit of a conscience."

Mu Qingchen said silently in his heart, when he saw this spotless room, he thought that the bookcase was clean and clean, and there were photos of a family of three on the desk, he stepped forward and sat down, and gently stroked the photo frame, but found that it was very clean and well maintained, but the old photo frame was as bright as this.

He was suddenly a little lonely, this is a knot in his heart that cannot be untied, his son is to him, as a mother is to his son, and he can never go back to the past.

Putting it down without a word, his heart was a little heavy, maybe this well-arranged room was also counterproductive, and it could only increase his son's hatred for him. He closed the door lightly and prepared to leave, his heart was in a mess, thinking about the plan that Dr. Feng told him, but that cruel plan, how could a father bear to put it on his parents.

No, absolutely not, he muttered, he thought that if he did that, his wife would not be able to forgive him, he gently withdrew from the tidy room, and sat down on the sofa, immersed in the happiness of the past and the embarrassment of the present, he said that he couldn't figure out why, every time father and son were like this.

Thinking, thinking, his gaze inadvertently fell to the foot of the coffee table, a small bag, revealing a corner. Then his mind returned to reality, thought of the most fearful thing, retracted his mind, took a deep sniff, and identified the smell in this room, which he ignored, a faint fragrance, and then, like crazy, kicked open the coffee table, and saw a small plastic bag, and a crystal clear suction pot was placed next to it.

He thought for a moment, and suddenly understood why no one answered the knock on the door just now; The girl on the sofa just now, why is she a little hilarious; And his son, who has never been too lazy to talk to him, why did he say so much and everything today, covering up this thing, trying to make him angry and walk away.

So many, there are more than a dozen grams, Lao Mu trembled his hands and ran to the bathroom with his legs and feet a little weak, threw it into the washbasin, lit it, waited for the thick smoke to ignite and burn the embers, mechanically turned on the faucet, washed it clean, and then the whole person sat on the bathroom floor as if his muscles and bones had been removed, his eyes were dull and motionless.

After thinking for a long time, he got up with difficulty, paced around the room over and over again, patted his forehead over and over again, and finally, he sat in the study, looking at the kind and loving face of his wife, and could no longer give himself a reason to compromise, just as he was so ruthless that he wanted to send his minor son out of the country and let him leave this sad place.

He rubbed the photo and muttered: "Shufen, don't blame me for being ruthless, I'd rather he hate me for the rest of my life than let him ruin his life."

He took out his mobile phone, found Dr. Feng Changxiang's number, pulled it out, and said softly:

"Doctor Feng, I ask you about my son, I agree. It doesn't matter what way you use it, no matter where you send him. ”

He was discussing with Dr. Feng on the phone, and with his other hand, he gently placed the picture frame.

It was buckled, and his hands were shaking all the time, just like his heart was shaking when he made this decision