Cheng Miao had just walked to the door of the house and was about to knock on the door, when he suddenly dismissed the idea as if he remembered something. The boy silently took out the key from the pocket of his school uniform, stuck it in the door, and opened it with a flick of the turn. As he expected, Cheng Jianjun was still sitting on the sofa, no, rather lying on the sofa. It's just that this time the TV at home is not turned on, and my father is holding his mobile phone, looking very focused.

Because of yesterday's incident, Cheng Miao didn't want to say anything to his father, he was still silent, but there was an indescribable sadness on his cheeks, and Brother Miao silently walked into his study. At a glance, he saw the suitcase in the corner, and he was going to leave today, thinking that this suitcase would also come in handy. It's just that a thick layer of ash fell on the blue surface of the box, as if it hadn't been used for a long time, thinking so, Cheng Miao felt the need to wipe it.

Brother Miao walked out of his study, and when he passed the living room, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, as if he really didn't want to see Cheng Jianjun's face, but it turned out that Cheng Miao thought too much about himself, and his father didn't care about him at all, the man was still lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, which made Cheng Miao have an indescribable disappointment, but he opened his mouth and didn't say anything after all, but walked towards the toilet again. The boy picked up the dry rag on the shelf and put it under the water tap, watching the rag in the water be moistened little by little by the water dripping from the tap, he felt that his heart was becoming more and more empty.

Cheng Miao looked at the water cage hair for a few seconds, and seemed to feel that his action was very stupid, so he hurriedly closed the water tap, and after unscrewing the rag in his hand, Cheng Miao walked to his room again, this time, the young man deliberately glanced at his father on the sofa, but as he expected, Cheng Jianjun didn't seem to see him. It seems that his son is no different from air in his father's eyes. Even if he really wanted Cheng Jianjun to ask him a few words, his father's attitude of no one in his eyes was enough to make Brother Miao disheartened. The boy returned to his room rather dejected.

At this moment, he began to get busy. Although Cheng Miao was tall, he was not sturdy enough, and the large suitcase in front of him was not so easy for him to move. But the young man calmed down again, after all, packing his luggage is his own business, and such a trivial matter is not good to bother his father, thinking so, Cheng Miao began to pull the suitcase in the corner, and as soon as he moved, the green tendons on his wrists were immediately revealed.

Cheng Miao dragged the suitcase to the floor in front of the desk with considerable effort, it was very inconvenient for him to bend over, and then squatted down, the boy carefully wiped the rag in his hand along the texture of the blue suitcase, and the place where the rag wiped it would become new, although the knee joint had already felt discomfort, but Cheng Miao was not so squeamish, he did things meticulously, even if it was such a trivial matter, he could take care of it well at the same time. Brother Miao was patient, and wiped the outer skin of the suitcase shiny, looking brand new, as if it had not been used. The boy stood up, took a few steps back, and looked at the box in front of him, a satisfied smile on his lips. In fact, Cheng Miao still had a sense of accomplishment, he picked up the rag in his hand and walked outside the study. saw that his father was still lying on the sofa, holding his mobile phone in his hand, no different from the posture when he came home by himself.

"Dad." Cheng Miao couldn't bear his temperament and moved his mouth, he had to speak now, he was going to tell his father about living in the school, but before he could speak, Cheng Jianjun spoke first. "If you're hungry, go down and buy something to eat, I don't want to do it." He looks like a picker, but Cheng Miao has long been accustomed to it, his mother often travels on business, and whenever he and his father are at home, his father can't cook. Helpless, Brother Miao could only eat the noodles by himself. If he doesn't want to do it, he can only buy a pie to pass the time.

No, Brother Miao hadn't thought about lunch yet, and Cheng Jianjun couldn't help but shirk his responsibility. The young man was speechless for a while, and he didn't know what to say in the face of such a father. But Cheng Jianjun didn't notice his son's abnormality, he still lay on the sofa and played, originally, when his wife was at home, he would still pretend, at least, he wouldn't seem so lazy. But now, it's just him and his son at home. Cheng Miao was afraid of him, so he naturally didn't have to hide anything in front of his son, so he played unscrupulously.

Cheng Miao couldn't help but sigh, and after a long time, he still felt the need to say to Cheng Jianjun, "Dad." It's not about lunch, I want to tell you, I ......" Brother Miao's important words were not finished, but he was interrupted by his father again, "I'm busy now, if you have anything to do, just wait until the evening." The man's tone was very impatient, and he didn't look at it with a glance. The boy bit his lip quite lowly, he didn't know when he had become so humble in his father's eyes, and a man would feel that he was wasting his time when he looked at him now. If Cheng Jianjun was busy with work, Cheng Miao could understand it, but this is not the case. 's father actually threw himself aside because of those boring mobile games, which really made Cheng Miao unbearable.

"Dad." Cheng Miao called him again, his eyes full of grievances, "Don't you know what I want to say to you?" As he spoke, a pair of eyes stared straight at the man on the couch, and the bridge of his nose looked so cold and difficult to approach. Hearing his son's question, Cheng Jianjun was obviously a little impatient, "What's going on with you today?" He turned his head and glanced at Cheng Miao, "Is a boy talking decently?" Cheng Jianjun couldn't help but sigh as he spoke, "Hey, if you want to say anything, just say it, what does it look like?" Cheng Miao didn't know when his father's temper became so irritable, and he was beaten down by his father before he could say a few words.

"Oh, well, I want to tell you, I'm going to live on campus." Brother Miao didn't feel abrupt when he explained the matter in one breath, for some reason, Cheng Miao always wanted his father to make a statement. Even if a man just pretending to care about himself can make Cheng Miao's heart feel better, but he doesn't. "Hmm." Cheng Jianjun replied very perfunctorily, such an indifferent attitude even made Brother Miao wonder if his father had heard what he said, Cheng Miao swallowed his throat and felt even more sad, "I will leave this time, and I may not be able to come back until a month later." The boy's voice was soft, but there was an indescribable sadness.

"Residential school?" This time, Cheng Jianjun seemed to hear his son's words, "Then if you don't want to live at home, you can go to live in school." His tone sounded as cold as before, without the slightest warmth, his attitude towards Cheng Miao was very meaningless, so he didn't have any doubts, but the young man was not reconciled to this, and he wanted to explain something to his father.

The boy's head was lowered, and his tone was full of a hint of helplessness, "That, it's not me who wants to live in the school, it's the school ......" He hoped that Cheng Jianjun could listen to what he said, but he couldn't help but be disappointed again, the man's attitude was still so indifferent, it seemed that he was just a person who had nothing to do with him.

"I don't care about your school, if you want to live in the school, you can go." Cheng Jianjun's words were very light, and even now he was not attentive enough to talk to Cheng Miao. Those eyes were still looking directly at the phone screen, which made Cheng Miao feel the urge to snatch the phone and smash it, but he was a measured boy, and he didn't do it in the end, he just bit his lower lip tightly, not so much to calm his mood, but to endure something.

After a long time, Brother Miao seemed to understand something, and he really didn't want to be humbled because of that little bit of fatherly love. That's it, he doesn't expect anyone's attention, Cheng Miao is Cheng Miao, one walks forward, it is his normal state, so the boy didn't say anything, just silently walked towards his bedroom, and when he opened the big closet, he tried to suppress the tears in his eyes and not let them fall. In order to divert his attention, Cheng Miao had to keep himself busy, and the boy began to pack the clothes on the hanger, which seemed to be a kind of catharsis.

He folded his autumn hoodie and coat neatly and put them in his suitcase. This kind of work seems tedious and time-consuming, but it is the most emotional, and he is already seventeen years old, and he does not really feel the love of his father. However, it doesn't matter, he is about to leave home and start his own life of solitude, and he does not need too much attention from others. Cheng Miao, who has always been strong, has a much better self-healing ability than his peers, and at this moment, his mood has become more and more calm, and he almost packs his autumn clothes without any thoughts and feelings. Cheng Miao stood up and was about to close the large wardrobe when the black down jacket caught his eye.

The boy touched the material on it, carefully removed it, looked a little hesitant, paused for a few seconds, and finally removed the hanger on the down jacket, folded it and put it with his autumn clothes. He was heartbroken, since he had decided to leave, he didn't know how long it would be to come back, and it would be better to bring more clothes, so he simply stuffed the scarf and gloves in the closet into the suitcase.

When everything was ready and Cheng Miao covered his suitcase, he stood up, realizing that it was time to leave. But he suddenly hesitated, and his movements seemed so slow. The boy lifted the handle of the suitcase and slowly pushed it to the living room. The man on the couch looked tired, but his eyes were still open, and he was still looking at his phone tirelessly, without any expression on his cheeks.

"Dad, I'm leaving." Cheng Miao said softly, and waved his hand at Cheng Jianjun, who was lying down. But the man's face didn't turn sideways, and he obviously didn't see the boy's movements, "Hmm." He still didn't have any warm words, and at this time, he still ignored Cheng Miao.

"Dad." The boy called him again, his eyes showing obvious reluctance, and he choked a little, but his father did not notice his emotions. After a long time, Cheng Miao calmed down again, "Then I'll go." This time the boy did not wait for his father's answer, and he dragged his suitcase straight out of the house. But when the door was slammed shut, Cheng Miao's tears burst out of her eyes.

The boy covered his mouth, no, he shouldn't be so vulnerable. Thinking like this, Cheng Miao controlled his emotions and walked downstairs, but his movements were extremely slow.