There are two things to live in: pragmatism and retreat. In the absence of one of them, it can be considered disabled. For example, a home, the four walls of the family are bound to be unsustainable, that is, those who love like a cowherd and a weaver girl, and it is also a place where "you plough the field and I weave cloth" needs to be pragmatic. But "life is precious, love is more valuable", if love is gone, Wanguan family wealth is likely to be just a powder twist of the civil war; Love, that is, the retreat side.

- Shi Tiesheng

Song Zhaoshui originally thought that the sudden change of banquet would make Song Fusheng a little jealous. But he didn't expect that he really ignored his warning and brought Shen Qingjia to the banquet. He didn't leave her for a minute at the banquet, keeping her in her sight at all times. So obviously protecting her. The wife is a little tempted to disarm and surrender. After all, his wife has always doted on her son. But he was absolutely unlikely to budge. What would such a lonely girl do to his son, it would be good not to hold him back. Just thinking about this, Song Zhaoshui was furious. Speaking of which, he remembered that he had made an appointment with his son to meet at nine o'clock, but why hadn't he come yet. Even though it's not yet nine o'clock. But he really should have come earlier. He's his son.

At 8:58, Song Zhaoshui heard a knock on the door.

There is no doubt that Song Fusheng is here.

"Come in." Song Zhaoshui looked at his face in the mirror, very majestic.

"Dad, what are you looking for me?" Because Shen Qingjia always said not to be like his father, Song Fusheng still kept it in his heart, even though he didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still didn't lose the etiquette he should have.

"Don't you know?" Song Zhaoshui pointed to the chair and asked Song Fusheng to sit down.

"My thoughts have never had much in common with yours. Dad, you'd better get it straight. I still have something. In a hurry. Song Fusheng sat down and was not afraid.

"You! You bastard! You have to work against me, don't you? You like that poor girl so much? What's so good about her? Which girl do you know is not 10,000 times better than her??! "Every time Song Zhaoshui sees Song Fusheng's invincible appearance, he comes to fire. It's really his fake child, this character, this temper is really stubborn and arrogant. He seemed to be a little less angry when he thought about it, but when he thought that it was his own son, he was very annoyed that he didn't have a front with him.

"Since you know I like her, don't ask so many useless questions. I have to be her for the rest of my life. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Song Fusheng's voice was not very loud, but it was the same as usual, faint, but ruthless. That is unshakable determination.

"If I don't give you money, what do you think you can do?" Song Zhaoshui couldn't think of any other way than to cut off its economic resources.

"I have hands and feet, and I never starve. It's a big deal not to study. If Dad wants to cut off the father-son relationship with me, it's okay. Anyway, it's not difficult for you and your mother to have another one. Song Fusheng was still so indifferent, with such a ruthless tone. As if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Smack!" An ashtray smashed straight towards Song Fusheng, fast and accurate.

Song Fusheng's forehead was immediately smashed with blood, and the blood kept flowing out. Flowing onto his fair face. Song Fusheng touched the wound, it was hot and painful, and the blood stood on his fingers.

"Why don't you dodge if you're so smart?!" Seeing that his son was bleeding so much, Song Zhaoshui was also a little unbearable. But he still held his father's stand and refused to apologize.

"Too lazy to hide." Song Fusheng said lightly.

"Get out! Get out of here! Song Fusheng didn't take him seriously like this, and Song Zhaoshui's heart was now complicated, angry, hateful and regretful.

"I'm leaving." Song Zhaoshui covered his wound and walked out of his father's room.

I didn't expect to bump into my mother coming back from outside. Mom heard from the housekeeper that Song Fusheng was back, and immediately came back from the mall. It's just that she didn't expect to see her son's bloody appearance as soon as she came back. "Ahhh What the hell are you doing! Butler housekeeper! Come and treat the young master's wounds! Chamberlain! "Mom's soul is gone.

"Mom. I'm fine. I'll just go outside and get it myself. Although Song Fusheng was in pain, he didn't want to cry in pain. He has always been strong.

"Shut up! Butler, hurry up, tap the trick! "The mother doesn't care if her son wants it or not. Now her heart is broken. Really. This Song Zhaoshui is really not worry-free.

"Didn't your dad hit him? I'm going to settle accounts with him! Mom rushed towards Song Zhaoshui's room in a rage.

"......" Song Fusheng didn't have time to stop it. That's fine. Mom never lost her temper with Dad anyway. Let's just let them communicate with each other once in a while.

Song Fusheng has the impression that his father and mother have hardly quarreled about anything, and they have always been a model couple in everyone's mouth. Song Fusheng didn't think it was good, although he didn't like the kind of family that quarreled every once in a while. But like his parents' backwater marriage, he also found it very boring. Life shouldn't be like this. Especially after getting to know Shen Qingjia, Song Fusheng felt that if there was a relationship between him and Shen Qingjia, he really didn't want to live like this in the future.

Song Fusheng didn't hear any quarrels, only blamed the sound insulation of this house for being too good. When his mother came out of his father's room, Song Fusheng's wounds had already been treated. Perhaps because of this sudden impact, Song Fusheng felt a little dizzy. But he was strong and didn't let his mother see any signs of discomfort.

"Floating. Does it still hurt? Mom asked with concern.

"It's fine, just a small wound." Song Fusheng smiled softly. What a good boy.

"Don't be angry. I've beaten your dad hard. He's always so impulsive, he's a reckless man. Mom said.

"I'm fine." Song Fusheng just said this.

“…… I know how you're feeling. I don't know what to say about Shen Qingjia, your father's mind may not be able to change for a while. Mom said.

"Mom, since you said so, then I'll say the same to you. I don't care what you and Dad think. My mind will not change. I don't think love needs that much utilitarianism in it. Please tell my father that Shen Qingjia is the greatest gift to me just because he exists in this world. Shen Qingjia is all the reason why I love this world. ”

"I'm leaving. Mom. I probably won't be back for a while. You don't have to send me. Song Fusheng rejected all possibilities for his mother to speak. He didn't want to listen to any words of persuasion, he had already decided his life and didn't need any advice or advice. Shen Qingjia is the dream of the rest of his life - she is in his life dream.

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