Chapter 3: Your Son Loves Movies
After mixing a meal in his own restaurant, Xiansen gave up the idea of cutting Kelly with a kitchen knife while despising Chef Zhang's forgetfulness of seeing profits.
The main reason is that this kind of behavior is really not chic enough.
"Luckily, I still have a group of fox friends, ah, no, like-minded people."
After thinking about it and putting down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, Xiansen decided to go home and go to these real friends to discuss his revenge plan.
If you want to ask who is the person you don't want to see in this world, it must be his father.
But many times, the more people you don't want to see, the more they will appear in front of your eyes, which is called bad fate.
No, as soon as the front foot stepped into the house, the first Sachi closed the door with the back foot.
"Hehe, this isn't Dad, why do you have time to go home today, is it that it's not enough."
According to Xiansen's usual calculations, during this time period, Daddy Xianzuozhi will definitely not be at home, the main reason is that the woman outside who looks younger than Xiansen.
Xiansen's mother died early, and Xiansachi didn't marry for so many years in order to take care of Xiansen, and it wasn't until Xiansen graduated from university that he had the idea of a second spring.
For his father's second spring, Xiansen is not very opposed, and he is even very understandable as a man, but when he thinks that it is possible to call a stepmother of a woman in her twenties in the future, Xiansen still can't help but speak a little.
"I heard that your kid beat the director?"
Ignoring Xiansen's taunt, Xian Zuozhi asked to himself.
"Well, that's it, mainly because he insulted you and my mom."
It would seem calm before the storm, so Xiansen quickly explained.
"Son, I've always wanted to have a good talk with you."
Xian Zuozhi sighed, raised his head slightly, looked into Xian Sen's eyes, and asked, "Do you hate me?" β
Xiansen was stunned by this question, and he didn't know how to answer.
"I brought you to the United States when you were 8 years old, and I was poor because I didn't know English and it was hard to find a job. When you don't have enough to eat, you often starve with me. The first Christmas in the United States, I slept with you on a bench in the park. Seeing you shivering from the cold made my heart feel as if I had been stabbed by an ice pick. β
Rubbing his red eyes, Sagachi took a deep breath and continued, "But I've always believed that I will be able to make your life better. In order to do this, I forced myself to believe what the Taoist priest said, and let it sustain me like a belief. Supporting me to do three jobs on my own, supporting me to put down my dignity to make money, I have learned a lot and lost a lot. But I never regret it because I can make your life better. β
Speaking of this, Xian Sachi closed his eyes, paused for a few seconds before opening his eyes and said, "Actually, just like I asked you to learn all kinds of literary and artistic knowledge, because I want you to become an artist, I still force myself to believe the words of that Taoist priest, and then force you to do what you have not wanted to do for so many years." Son, I want to ask you, do you hate me for so many years? β
After listening to his father's heartfelt confession, Xiansen felt that his eyes were sour.
It turned out that for so many years, in the eyes of my father, every time I deliberately made trouble, I was actually dissatisfied with him, and my various behaviors were silent protests against him.
Thinking of this, Xiansen felt guilty from the depths of his heart for the first time.
"Dad, do you know "Journey to the West"? Tang Seng only knew the moment he got the true scriptures that Sun Wukong was his killer, Zhu Bajie was his evil silver, and Sha Seng was his lie, all of which were his own evil surnames, and the three apprentices were all fantasized by him. In fact, he was the only one who learned the scriptures along the way, and on the way to learn the scriptures, he quit all his killing, evil silver, and lies. β
Instead of answering his father's question head-on, Xiansen told a well-known but completely different story.
"You kid mean I got the scriptures?"
Sagochi carefully recalled the story and laughed.
"Dad, you misunderstood, I mean you don't think like Tang Seng all day long."
"Hey, you kid, you're hurting your dad by turning a corner."
As soon as Sen raised his hand, Sen ran towards the room with his head in his hands.
"Boy, to be honest, don't you really have any interest in anything in art?"
Looking at Xiansen's fleeing back, Xian Zuozhi shouted unwillingly.
"Who said, I love movies."
After a long time, a word came from the room in the back room, and then another sentence came out in an accentuated tone.
"Your son loves movies."
"This stinky boy."
Sen Sachi let out a long sigh, and in the corner of his eye, a reflective tear could be seen.
Lying on his bed, after a while, Xiansen put down the pillow that had been covering his face.
Only he knew that the last words he shouted at his father were definitely from the heart. He loves movies, which is why he gets upset after being kicked out of the cast of Illusion of Death. Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that for Richard Kelly, Xiansen has a little envy.
"It's a really annoying feeling."
He sat up and casually turned on the bloated-looking computer next to the bed.
"I don't know what this group of guys are discussing today."
Looking at the boot code that kept skipping on the screen, Xiansen guessed randomly.
The group of guys in his mouth refers to the members of a private forum, the name of this forum is "free", which is said to mean free, there are many people in the forum, and there are about 1,000 registered members.
"When you have answered all the mysteries of life, you desire to die, because it is just another mystery of life. Life and death are two of the noblest manifestations of bravery. βGibran"
Just after Xiansen waited for three minutes of boot time, the computer screen did not jump out of the wind98 desktop he was familiar with as usual, but a sentence appeared.
There was a line of bright red Chinese characters floating on the black screen, bloody, and it made people panic when they watched.
"Kanji? When did the Internet virus in Huaxia become so powerful and transoceanic infected? Looks like I can't fart and chat with those guys today. β
He shrugged helplessly, and reached out to turn off the power.
"Smack!"
A strong electric current pierced Xiansen's reflexively retracted his hand.
"What is this? What the hell is going on? β
Gently blowing his aching fingers, Xiansen raised his head and looked at the computer screen.
"The game of life and death, do you dare to challenge?"