Lin Xiaochuan was carrying a schoolbag and wearing the blue school uniform of Zhongxiang No. 1 Middle School, standing in front of his house, looking at all the vibrant scenes in the room, but he felt that it was even more disgusting than the cold house before, and he was even more reluctant to take a step forward.

Lin Xiaochuan's father was still sitting on the sofa just now, taking advantage of the time when the pork bones were simmering in the pot, came to watch the news in front of the TV, and at this time he heard the sound of water vapor lifting the lid of the pot in the kitchen, so he immediately stood up.

The area outside the window was almost completely dark, but looking at the sky, the slight glow from the corner of the western sky was still trying to hide the light of the stars.

If it is said that the last time Yang Zixia forced herself to take them to play at home, she accidentally bumped into her father, it was still tolerable.

At this moment, his father's attitude of treating this place as his home made Lin Xiaochuan inexplicably angry.

Father, why now? What are you doing here now? Have you never been at home for less than three minutes, with some noble mission and aura, and then openly engaged in your famous career? Why are you here at this moment?

Lin Xiaochuan gritted the roots of his teeth fiercely, and his hands were clenched tightly, if he still had a little more courage, he would not look back, and went incognito towards the vast dark world in the universe.

But Lin Xiaochuan didn't, and there was no place for him in this world, and the evening breeze tonight was too cold, and even his sister's peaceful place might not be able to sleep naked outside for a night.

Although Lin Xiaochuan was extremely reluctant in his heart, as soon as he saw movement in the room, he didn't want his father to find himself standing at the door secretly watching him, so he had to reach into his pocket, feel out the key to the door, and unlock it.

The kitchen door was open, the smell of food wafting from the fire had reached the living room, the large fish tank next to the sofa, the colorful ornamental fish were spitting bubbles in the water, and the news host on the television was still talking to himself.

As soon as the father heard the movement of the door, he expected that his son had finally come home from school, and the heart that had been hanging in his throat was now firmly on the ground.

The father is still worried that his son will be reluctant to enter the door when he is at home, at this time, it seems that he may be too worried, after all, what his son has been eager to get since he was a child, isn't it such a scene now?

Thinking that he could finally give his son the warmth he wanted like other fathers, the father took a spatula and stirred it happily in the thick white consommé.

Seeing that the pot was almost cooking, my father turned off the fireworks on the gas stove, and then came to the living room with an apron in front of him, and his face was full of joy.

So I saw my son, with a backpack on his right shoulder, walking with his head slightly bowed, without anyone looking, step by step, as if dragging to the ground, moving directly in the direction of the staircase.

When Lin Xiaochuan was about to pass by him, his father looked at his son's short hair that had not been trimmed for a long time from his absolute altitude, although he saw a very silent face, but the father was still grateful and full of joy.

"I'm back!" The father tried his best to use a serious accent to suppress the light atmosphere between the tones, obviously excited like a child, but he still had to play the role of a high-ranking official as a father.

"Hmm!" Lin Xiaochuan didn't raise his head, but when he passed in front of his father, he heard his father's question, so he reluctantly had to respond.

So Lin Xiaochuan walked up the stairs with the same cold steps, and gradually disappeared into the corner of the stairs.

"The meal was ready right away! Hurry up and eat! The father didn't ask for anything, even if his son's attitude was as cold as ice, he seemed to be able to shine and didn't care about his son's strange attitude.

My father went back to the kitchen, removed the pot that was still sitting on the liquefied gas stove, replaced it with a wok, picked up the kitchen knife, and cut the vegetables on the cutting board, even humming a little tune.

Lin Xiaochuan returned to his bedroom, slammed the door shut, and fell on his bed first, discarding his schoolbag on the floor next to the bed, and staring at the ceiling.

Well, the originally lonely house is just a way to lick your own wounds.

But now, my father doesn't know what's going on, and it's become very different from the past, often standing on the high mountain talking about politics and economy, talking about the past and the present, but at this time, he suddenly humbly waits at home for a gentlemanly boy to come home.

Thinking that his father might just be a whim and pretended to comfort himself, Lin Xiaochuan longed for a fire to shoot out of his eyes so that he could burn this filthy house to the ground.

Father, there's no need for you to do this now, I'm not the little boy who would cry by the window, be depressed all day because of your sudden departure, or be overjoyed by just one of your hugs.

Father, I'm afraid you haven't realized this yet, you haven't even thought I've grown up, you don't know your current outdated remedy, in my opinion, it sets off your meanness and pity even more, you don't even know that a green tree as thick as a thigh no longer needs the appeasement of a wooden triangular bracket, and you now put this thing around my waistline, who needs it? To whom?

When Lin Xiaochuan thought of his father's stupidity, he was still the chairman of the Zhongxiang City Writers Association, and he was still held in his mouth like a pearl by his best friend, and he felt that the world was simply too ironic.

Thinking that his father was still cooking happily downstairs, Lin Xiaochuan immediately stretched out his hand and turned on the switch of the stereo, so that Jay Chou's sad cry echoed in his mind, sat on the chair in front of the desk together, and turned on the computer host.

The gunshots that crossed the line of fire kept ringing next to Jay Chou's tone, bang, bang, kill, kill one, kill another, kill......

The sound of tapping the mouse and resetting the keyboard was also mixed in, and Lin Xiaochuan poured out all his anger on the enemy on the opposite side.

"Let's go downstairs and eat!" Although the sound of the sound in the bedroom seemed to be able to penetrate the thickness of time, Lin Xiaochuan, who was playing the machine, still heard the shouts of his father downstairs.

And the father, who had cooked the meal and had a sumptuous dinner on the dining table, listened to the tune of the young man's singing that came from his son's bedroom, and was also worried that his voice might not attract his son's attention, so he walked upstairs and knocked on the door of his son's bedroom.

"Ogawa! Time to eat! There was a knock on the door and my father's voice at the same time.

Obviously, it is impossible for him not to hear, so he can't pretend not to hear silently, so Lin Xiaochuan had to give his father a reply.

"Got it......"

"Come down right now......"

Lin Xiaochuan quit the game halfway, the gunshots in the computer suddenly disappeared, and even the songs in the stereo were finished when the songs were finished, and the room suddenly fell silent for a while.

Lin Xiaochuan was a little depressed, the thought of sitting at the dinner table with his father for such a long time was even more uncomfortable than taking Teacher Fan's math class.