Don't like Dad?

Dislike.

This is when he was in the sixth grade of elementary school, his mother asked her a question. But after getting this answer, my mother didn't ask the next question, in fact, Song Fusheng was still ready for the answer at that time. If Mom asks him why. But his mother didn't ask, so he didn't have a chance to tell why.

Now that he and his father are talking on the phone with their own ideas, he is reminded of his childhood.

He said to himself, so I don't like him. He is always so self-righteous, always so self-righteous, everything is for his good. Actually, neither. At least Song Fusheng himself has never felt like this, his only feeling is that he has always wanted to control him, control everything about him, and he wants to pin his dreams on him. It's just a little ironic, Song Fusheng doesn't know what his dream is at all. Maybe he wants to make a perfect child in his heart according to his own prayers.

Song Fusheng could only think so.

But he is not his tool or his men.

He is him, he is him, they are different people, each with their own thoughts. Everyone is equal, personality is equal, and actions should be independent. Parents can intervene in their children's lives, but not endlessly. Any parent who tries to control his child's life is a failure, no matter how successful he is in the outside world, in short, he is a complete failure in the heart of his child.

Seeing that Song Fusheng didn't reply to his words for a long time, Song Zhaoshui was a little angry, but he restrained himself. Song Zhaoshui will not persecute Song Fusheng at this critical juncture, but he can't really let it go, he is the master of this family, he will control everything, he can control everything. He was always so confident, or rather arrogant.

"Song Fusheng. What I decide never changes. You'd better not push me to make a move, I hope you can solve it yourself as soon as possible, and then give me a satisfactory answer. I'm waiting for you. After saying this last warning, Song Zhaoshui hung up the phone. There was nothing else left that was not relevant to the matter.

Song Fusheng is also used to it. He didn't expect much from him.

Once people have expectations, they will become suffering from gains and losses, and they will become scruples.

Song Fusheng didn't want to do this, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him coming over so indifferently and with no one in his eyes in his life so far. He doesn't care what others say, he only cares about her. But he obviously couldn't detect her intentions.

But just keep her.

Quiet, silent, silent, and silent guarded her.

*

Shen Qingjia went to school with Song Fusheng and Zhuang Zhou as usual the next day.

The three of them were still talking and laughing along the way, and it seemed that everyone didn't have any worries, but in fact, everyone wanted to say the same thing.

No one wants Shen Qingjia to leave, whether it is Song Fusheng or Zhuang Zhou.

What does Shen Qingjia think? Shen Qingjia was a little absent-minded when he took the subway, and dropped the subway card in the gate. Song Fusheng picked up the card and returned it to Shen Qingjia one step ahead of her, maybe because Shen Qingjia had been avoiding his gaze, maybe because he was a little negligent, in short, he had only seen her face clearly until now - she was tired today, there was no blood on her face, and it seemed that she was forcibly cheering up. "Shen Qingjia. You don't have to worry, everything will be fine. I'll take care of things perfectly, you don't have to worry about anything, and you don't have to say anything else. Leave it all to me. Song Fusheng didn't want to hear her thanks, he was not a person who was good at saying these sweet words, what he could say was what he could do, he just wanted to reassure her.

He wanted her to feel like he was someone who was reassuring enough.

"Song Fusheng-" Shen Qingjia didn't expect that Song Fusheng would see through her pretended to be strong. Things really didn't go as she expected – she thought she could get a good night's sleep last night. She thought she could sleep peacefully. But everything was what she thought, everything was in vain. Shen Qingjia was upset from the moment he went to bed, and began to think crankily after turning off the lights. It wasn't that she had to think about some things herself, but those things were rushing towards her heart so desperately that she could barely stop them. She was very tired, she was very uncomfortable, she tossed and turned, and it was three o'clock in the morning. For the first time, she noticed that time had gone so fast that she didn't even know what she had done and thought in those hours. The brain is in chaos.

That time was wasted.

It wasn't what she wanted, but it was wasted.

So she fell into complete regret, and in this deep remorse, she unconsciously sat until dawn.

"I said you don't say anything, don't think about anything, leave everything to me, okay?" Song Fusheng stopped all possible expressions of her. He could almost guess what she was thinking, and she just thought it was better for her to leave.

But how could he possibly let that happen.

It's annoying enough for Song Fusheng to have someone interfering in his life, and now even a person who has nothing to do with him is trying to control him, he really can't bear it, and he can't forgive it.

Song Fusheng was super angry at the thought of Hua Yijin making these small moves behind his back, but he didn't show any displeasure now. Therefore, no one could have imagined that the first thing he did when he came to the school was to look for flowers.

*

Flowers came early today.

She slept well last night, perhaps thanks to the effect of sleep aromatherapy. She also had a number of sweet dreams. The mood in the early morning is sweet. She is looking forward to today.

Anything is good when you're in a good mood.

You look at the sun, and you seem to be smiling at her today.

Hua Yijin took out her English book and began to preview the new text. But she only watched for a few dozen seconds, and Song Fusheng came. Song Fusheng took away her book and said coldly, "You come out now." Let's talk. The tone was not negotiable, and it was cold that could not be rejected at that time.

Hua Yijin didn't expect Song Fusheng to come to her in person.

They have been in the same class for so long, but she has no impression - Song Fusheng has never come to her place to look for her for something. I made an exception to come to her today, of course, for Shen Qingjia's business. Hua had little doubt that she might be wrong.

After Song Fusheng went out on his feet, Hua Yijin immediately closed the book and followed his footsteps.

Yun Jiaoran looked at these two people's faces were ugly and ugly. She didn't know what was going on. However, the gossip in the classroom spread after the two went out.

Yun Jiaoran didn't want to care about these gossips, but they always got into her ears in a different way. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Flowers in the World Are Dusty Claw Book House" for free for the first time.