Ai You walked alone on the lonely street. It's late autumn, and the night is blowing cold winds, and the yellow leaves are drifting in the streets under the dim street lamps.

This morning, Uncle Boxer called him to go home. There was no class at school in the afternoon, so I could have gone home early, but Ai You asked a few friends to go to the bar to drink, and it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when I came out of the bar.

He suddenly felt a little chilly, tightened his clothes, and looked around, the residential building was black and hollow. Occasionally, a faint yellow light came out of the thick curtains, but it was unusually warm in the dark night.

Under the bridge in front, there was a scavenger, wrapped in a large cotton jacket, under which was a broken sack, and a large black and dirty bag on his pillow, fell asleep.

Aiyou's heart trembled suddenly, and in the dim light, that person, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ai You took a few steps, then turned back and stood there looking at him in a daze.

Behind him, a black Hongqi sedan slowly followed him and stopped next to him, "Young Master, get in the car!"

The car door opened, Uncle Fist walked down, he had been following the young master for a long time, in this dark and lonely night, the young master's long and handsome back looked so lonely and desolate.

Uncle Quan sighed: He was still a child, a child who had just turned eighteen.

Ai You got into the car and was silent for a few minutes, "Uncle Fist, is that person back?" ”

"The master came back tonight, and when he comes back, he will see you and send me out to pick you up!" Uncle Fist said cautiously and looked back at the young master.

The young master closed his eyes tightly, and there was no expression on his face, but the sound of breathing seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

The car drove along the main road of the city to the outskirts of the city, and stopped at the gate covered by greenery, the high courtyard wall was crawling with dense creepers, and the closed iron gate isolated the inside and outside of the wall into a different world.

Uncle Fist stopped the car and opened the car door, Ai You closed his eyes and sat quietly in the chair, but the thick sword eyebrows were tightly twisted together.

Uncle Fist stood beside him, looking at Ai You's originally energetic face but it looked so heavy at the moment, and sighed softly. After being silent for a few minutes, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Young master, it's time to get out of the car." ”

Ai You opened his eyes and looked at the big iron gate that was black under the dim street lamp, and a kind of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes, but he was instantly enveloped by a cold look.

Uncle Boxer took out the key to open the big iron door, and Ai You walked in. The surroundings were still the same as before, and the fragrance of flowers hit him, and Ai You sniffed unconsciously.

The flowers in the garden in front of the building were blooming, and a tall magnolia tree stood next to the flower bed.

The lights on the first floor are still on, and in front of the thick floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a person standing quietly in front of the window, looking so lonely and lonely in this quiet and cold late autumn night.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ai Wentao turned around, and under the bright fluorescent lamp, Ai Wentao's face was gloomy.

"Why did you come back so late, didn't you ask Uncle Fist to call you?"

Ai You stood there stiffly, glanced at his father contemptuously, and said nothing.

A pungent smell of wine came, Ai Wentao frowned, and suddenly blood gushed up, his white and fat face suddenly turned red under the bright light, his eyes stared at Ai You, and he accused loudly: "You have drunk!" ”

"Say, with whom did you drink wine?" Ai Wentao raised his voice and yelled at Ai You.

"You can't take care of it!" Ai You's nose "snorted", and the corners of his mouth curled up mockingly.

"Bunny, repeat it, I'll break your dog's leg." Ai Wentao was trembling with anger, and his sharp eyes were bulging outward at this time, full of bloodshots, as if he was going to eat Ai You in his stomach at once.

"You don't have the right to mind my affairs, you don't deserve me!" Ai You also looked back at his father, his originally cold eyes full of hatred and indifference.

Ai Wentao looked at his son's eyes, as if a sharp knife was poking his heart fiercely, and his heart suddenly twitched, and he reached out and covered his chest.

"Master••••••" Uncle Boxer nervously stepped forward to support Ai Wentao.

"Zhang Fist, go down and rest! I'm fine. Ai Wentao sat down on the couch in a gloomy manner.

"Yes••••••" Uncle Quan glanced at Ai You, when the old man was holding his heart just now, the young master's eyes obviously flashed nervousness and pain, and in an instant, they were replaced by indifference and disdain.

has been following the master for all these years, and watching Ai You grow up, the father and son are so similar in both emotion and personality.

They longed for the strongest family affection in the world more than anyone else in their hearts, but as soon as they met, the father and son became enemies. If Miss was still alive•••••• thinking of Miss, Zhang Fist's eyes were sour, and he quickly bowed his head and exited the room.

The room was silent, neither father nor son spoke, except for the rhythmic ticking of the historic clock in the corner of the living room.

On the wall in the center of the living room, there is a magnified photograph of a petite woman wearing a white gauze skirt and holding a bouquet of bright magnolia flowers, sitting on a small rattan chair in front of the building, smiling sweetly, her eyes clear and gentle.

The father and son looked at this photo at the same time, Ai Wentao's angry expression gradually calmed down, and there was a momentary loss of concentration in his eyes, and his soul seemed to have flown through time and space to a distant place.

Ai You looked at his dumbfounded father, his indifferent eyes became more and more gloomy, but there was a trace of pity and pain in his eyes inadvertently.

He gritted his teeth, his angular lips trembling slightly from the exertion.

"Come, friend, sit down! Let's talk. Ai Wentao retracted his gaze and sighed, his tone as soothing and steady as possible.

Hearing the word "You'er", Aiyou's heart throbbed again, but this time, he didn't refuse his father and sat on the sofa opposite.

"You'er, I contacted a school in the United States and wanted you to go abroad to study in high school, today I greeted your principal, and tomorrow I will ask Uncle Fist to go back to school to go through the formalities for you."

"You make your own decisions again, I said it, you don't have to worry about my business!" Ai You's anger that had just subsided staggered back up, and he stood up and shouted at Ai Wentao.

"I gave birth to you, raised you like this, ate me, spent mine, and you still say such words that lose your conscience, evil seed, see if I don't kill you!" Ai Wentao roared, his face flushed with anger distorted instantly, he gasped for breath, and waved his fist to shine at Ai You's turn.

"I want to use force•••••• the corners of Ai You's mouth curled mockingly, his eyes looked at his father contemptuously, with a look of disdain, he raised his hand and grabbed his father's wrist.

Ai Wentao was born in the military, and he is also a big man of 1.8 meters, and he wants to return to the first place in the military competition back then, but he has gained a little weight over the years, but he usually pays attention to exercising when he is busy with business.

Ai Wentao struggled hard, and his face turned from red just now to iron blue.

has lived for half a life, and has not been defeated by others, and now his son easily defeated Lao Tzu, if this matter is known to others, the hero image of this life will be ruined.

Ai Wentao glared angrily at Ai You, who was a head taller than his father, and he looked down at his father, his eyes full of contempt and defiance.

Ai Wentao lost his mind again, the high bridge of his nose and the slightly upturned and closed lips looked so familiar, wasn't that his younger self? The same scene happened to himself and his father back then, this is the blood relationship, the father, himself, and the son in front of him are closely connected.

Ai Wentao closed his eyes, let his son hold his wrist, did not struggle, and sighed deeply.