"Mom, I'm back." Cheng Miao opened the door with the key, and he couldn't wait to walk into the foyer, but he didn't see his mother, so he couldn't help but feel a little lost. The man sitting on the sofa was sipping melon seeds as if nothing had happened, the sound of the TV was turned on very loudly, and a variety show caused Cheng Jianjun to laugh, he obviously didn't realize that Cheng Miao had returned.

Cheng Miao didn't talk much to his father since he was a child, and now that his mother is not at home, the boy can't help but feel a little depressed. He took off the schoolbag on his shoulders, walked up to the man and asked lightly, "Dad, where is my mother?" But Cheng Jianjun, who was sitting on the sofa, didn't seem to hear it, he still looked at the female model on TV and laughed. The man smiled wantonly, and his eyes seemed to be shining, as if he had encountered a good thing that was rare in a hundred years. For Cheng Jianjun's state, Cheng Miao is really helpless.

But the young man was a little unwilling, he always had to ask his mother's whereabouts, "Dad, where is my mother?" Cheng Miao repeated his question again, this time his voice raised by eight decibels, but unfortunately his father continued to watch his TV as if he didn't hear it, as if this variety show was much more important than his son.

At this time, Cheng Miao was really angry, he didn't want to be angry with his father, in fact, he didn't have the guts, but now, he really couldn't control himself, he walked over and blocked the TV, "Dad." Cheng Miao screamed, as if he was very dissatisfied with this father. At the same time, the boy also appeared in front of Cheng Jianjun, and Cheng Miao blocked the screen of the TV, which naturally disturbed Cheng Jianjun's interest in watching TV.

"What are you doing? Get out of the way. The man yelled angrily, "I'm watching TV, don't you see?" He frowned impatiently, as if complaining that Cheng Miao didn't have the ability to see. Cheng Miao naturally understands the rules, he reluctantly moved two steps to the side, and vacated the screen of the TV for his father, this time Cheng Jianjun seemed to be satisfied, his brows were slowly stretching, and the next minute he returned to his original state.

"Dad, where's my mom?" Cheng Miao asked again, he didn't realize how upset Cheng Miao was at the moment, he bit his lower lip, as if waiting for his father to give him an accurate answer. didn't think about it, but Cheng Jianjun threw a roll of his eyes at him, "Oh, are you annoying, how many times do you have to ask, your mother is on a business trip." The man seemed to have suppressed a lot of anger before he spit out such a sentence, his brow tightly locked, as if Cheng Miao had done something wrong. The boy's head became a little lowered, and his mother didn't tell him when she was on a business trip, which made Cheng Miao a little disappointed. "So, when will she be back?" Cheng Miao strengthened his courage and asked helplessly.

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Jianjun looked very irritable, he smashed the remote control on the coffee table to the ground, "She will take more than a week to come back." You can't live without your mother, can you? He looked at Cheng Miao's eyes with a bit of murderous aura, and the wrinkles on his black face became more obvious at this moment. It seems that Cheng Miao's breathing is in the way of his business.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean that." Cheng Miao hurriedly closed his mouth, and at this moment, he didn't dare to say a word more. In this family, the boy only communicates with his mother, and his father is just an outsider to him. In other words, Cheng Miao is more like an outsider to him Cheng Jianjun. He pursed his lips and walked silently towards the study with his schoolbag in his hand. As for Cheng Jianjun, he didn't care about Cheng Miao's emotions at all, he still smiled unscrupulously, as if he didn't realize that his precious son was extremely disappointed in him.

The boy didn't say anything, only sighed silently, and the bag in his hand became heavier and heavier. Cheng Miao came to his study and threw the black schoolbag on the ground. The boy patiently turned on the light in the study, and the dark room suddenly became bright, even if he was in a bad mood at this time, he knew how to control his temper. What's more, now is not the time for him and his father to be angry.

Thinking like this, Cheng Miao's bad mood seemed to be half alleviated. More often than not, Cheng Miao is like a tumbler, and when he is low, he can also ignite his fighting spirit. The boy picked up the bag that he had just left on the floor, he unzipped the bag, and pulled out the math workbook from it, but couldn't help but yawn.

But Cheng Miao knew that he couldn't be trapped, after all, his task today was not completed, and there was still a lot of homework waiting for him to complete. Thinking like this, Cheng Miao pinched his arm again, trying to make himself more sober. This trick seemed to work very well, and the pain really stimulated his brain and gave him a moment of energy.

Cheng Miao took out his pen and began to write his own workbook, although the noise of the TV in the living room was very loud, and Cheng Jianjun's rough laughter could be heard from time to time, but it did not affect the boy's interest in solving the problem. His energy is very focused, so he is not easily influenced by others, and he seems to be very handy as he goes down one by one.

The night slowly became thicker, and the math problems in front of him slowly increased in difficulty, which made Cheng Miao, who was already tired, a little overwhelmed, and when he was about to reach the end, the difficulty of the test paper seemed to have reached the highest front, and then looked at Cheng Miao, the gears of his brain were no longer willing to turn. Even if he is good at math, he will still get bored when he encounters a problem type that he does not know.

But Cheng Miao was patient enough, and he tried to solve the problem, but failed again. The boy slapped his head helplessly, and at this time, the sound of the TV in the living room became more and more harsh, and the noise of the variety show mixed with his father's laughter made Cheng Miao really uneasy, which made him extremely irritable. The scratch paper next to the workbook was scratched a few times, and then crumpled into a ball of paper and threw it on the ground.

But where will Cheng Jianjun take care of the child's mood, and the sound of the TV at home is still on. Cheng Miao angrily "snapped" the door of the study shut, but even so, the noisy sound in the living room could still reach his ears, and it was endless, which made him extremely disgusted. Cheng Miao had already lost his patience, and the young man slammed the pen in his hand aside, and then opened the door of the study, "Dad, you be quiet." He frowned, and went back to his desk, expecting his father to be considerate of him. Who knows, Cheng Jianjun didn't seem to hear it, he was drinking his own wine while watching a TV show, which seemed quite emotional.

"Dad, can you be quiet? I'm studying. Cheng Miao felt that the anger in his heart was really irrepressible, he had been enduring it, but his patience was also limited, and his father did not take his feelings into account at all, or did not take him seriously at all. The boy slapped his desk angrily, as if using all his strength, "Can you be quiet?" Can you not be so selfish. ”

But just as Cheng Miao expected, Cheng Jianjun didn't care about his feelings at all, it really didn't matter to him, and he held it high. But at this time, Cheng Miao really needs a quiet environment to think. Since his request was not taken seriously by his father, Cheng Miao felt that he did not need to endure it any longer. He got up from his chair angrily and went straight to the living room, and before it was his turn to discuss it with his father, he unplugged the television without saying a word.

Cheng Miao didn't know where he got the courage, in normal times, he didn't have the courage at all, obviously today was an exception. Sure enough, the boy's actions caused Cheng Jianjun's anger, "What are you turning me off?" You brute. The father's words seemed very vulgar, but Cheng Miao, as a son, had long been accustomed to it.

"You're interrupting my studies." Cheng Miao didn't feel that what he was doing was wrong, so he was very straightforward, more precisely, neither humble nor arrogant. But Cheng Jianjun is angry, where will he take care of Cheng Miao's set, "Fuck, you learn your habits, what does Lao Tzu care about you when he watches TV?" The tougher his father's attitude was, the more stubborn Cheng Miao became.

"That's not what you said." The boy seemed calm and measured, "I've reminded you many times, but you didn't take it seriously, so I had to unplug the TV." Unlike the impetuousness of his peers, Cheng Miao is always very calm, and he wants to explain the truth to his father. As everyone knows, there is no reason to talk about here in Cheng Jianjun.

"Hey, you learn your habits, can you concentrate a little?" The man indiscriminately began to count Cheng Miao, "What's wrong?" If I watch TV, you won't be able to do your homework, will you? When you go to school, the whole family has to revolve around you, when did you develop a stinky problem? "Cheng Jianjun doesn't know how to compare his heart with his heart, and he blindly complains about his son.

"No, you're misunderstanding, that's not what I meant." After being counted down by his father for a few words, Cheng Miao's attitude softened significantly, "I just want you to turn down the sound of the TV, and I don't mean not to let you watch it." Cheng Miao had been cowardly to such a field, but his father had no intention of forgiving him. On the contrary, Cheng Jianjun was still sitting there chattering, "I worked for a day, what's wrong with coming back to watch TV?" I really owe you in my last life, tell me about you, why are you so selfish, can't I relax? Cheng Jianjun said a few words with confidence, it seems that he is the one who was disturbed, and all this is his son's. His unreasonable words made Cheng Miao speechless for a while, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

The boy couldn't hold back his emotions a little, in fact, his lips were trembling, "Am I selfish? He said, about to cry, "Yes, you've been working all day, and you're tired and want to relax." So what if I still go to school for a day, won't I be tired? There's so much homework to do, and your TV is so loud, have you considered my feelings? Cheng Miao choked up when she said this, looking very fragile.

"Cry, you have the face to cry." Cheng Jianjun scolded unreasonably, "You go to school for yourself to learn, not for Lao Tzu, you love to learn or not." And Lao Tzu earns money just for you to study, otherwise why would I work so hard all day long? The more the man talked, the more excited he became, as if he had touched his own pain point.

Seeing Cheng Miao's red-eyed appearance, he became angry, so he scolded loudly, "I'm not too lazy to listen to your nonsense, turn on the TV for me, I want to watch TV." This time, Cheng Miao didn't have any rebuttal, in fact, he didn't want to say a word more to his father.

The boy silently plugged in the TV, then quickly walked back to his room, slamming the door shut. He lay on his desk, tears falling down like beads with broken threads.