Lao Zhang was very distressed, he didn't expect that his precious son, who had high hopes for him, would become like this.

In that impression, the well-behaved, honest, and a little cowardly child would actually become like this.

He looked at his son, who had dyed his blond hair, and he only felt the world spinning.

His legs were shaking, his hands were shaking, and even the sound of his voice was shaking.

He suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen when he was in school before, that is, people tremble all over when they are extremely angry.

He always thought that this sentence in the book was different from person to person.

Because in Lao Zhang's forty years of life, no matter how angry he is, he will not tremble.

But looking at his precious son like this, his disappointment, doubt, and indescribable anger made him tremble and begin to fall into deep self-blame.

This is one of the few self-reproaches that Lao Zhang has.

He is an optimistic person and a person who is always forward-looking.

But he seems to have failed in life.

Obviously, he has a stable job, a happy family, and a child who used to be obedient.

But now, all this is like broken glass, piece by piece piercing the seemingly hard heart of this man's chest.

His eyes slowly began to fill with something.

He lowered his head in despair, trying to squeeze out the superfluous things in his eyes, but in the end, he realized that those things could not be squeezed, only swallowed.

Xiao Zhang looked at his father, and he was a little panicked.

He didn't know why his father was here, he only knew that his father should still be at work at this time, and he should be accompanied by the thick black oil smoke, and he shouldn't be here at this time.

He was a little flustered and a little scared, he was afraid that his father's thick palm that had been turned over for decades would hit him in the face, and he was also afraid that his father's scolding would make him lose face in front of the group of friends behind him who had finally made up.

Not only did he not have any guilt in his heart, but he even felt a little more disgusted with his father's arrival at this time.

When panic, fear, and disgust appeared in his heart, his throat was filled with many things, but these things were more anger.

Until he saw his father lower his head, the anger in his throat finally turned into a timid "Dad".

He also slowly felt guilty in his heart, and also had some indescribable confusion.

Lao Zhang raised his head, his face was not good-looking, perhaps because of long-term exposure to thick oil smoke, his face was a little hideous.

Especially when the tears hung in his small eyes, his whole person was filled with angry tension.

This angry tension turned into calm again with Xiao Zhang's shouting of "Dad".

"Let's go, go home." Lao Zhang tried his best to restrain his emotions.

Perhaps, he is also enduring patience, just as he has been enduring the burdens of life in the past forty-one years of life, and his emotions are in urgent need of release.

But Xiao Zhang listened to Lao Zhang's words, but he was unwilling to follow Lao Zhang, his eyes were full of dodge, he glanced at those good friends who had finally made up, as if he wanted to ask for help.

But his so-called good friends were indifferent one by one, and it could be seen from their playful eyes that they also seemed to want to see this good show.

Lao Zhang looked at Xiao Zhang's appearance, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Lao Zhang, who has never beaten a child, was about to lose control of the impulse in his heart for the first time.

However, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Lao Zhang's ears.

"Lao Zhang"

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Yang Zheng looked at Lao Zhang and the little yellow hair in front of him who tied the school uniform around his waist, and he vaguely guessed that this was probably the good son that Lao Zhang often talked about.

Although the picture at this time is completely different from what he imagined, Yang Zheng can also understand that most of them are like seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers, and most of them also have a rebellious period.

He also came from the rebellious period, and he also knows that the children of the rebellious period must not fight violence with violence, and must be guided well.

He, looking at Lao Zhang's angry appearance and Xiao Zhang's flushed face in front of him, he patted Lao Zhang's shoulder and said, "Let's go and play chess." ”

Lao Zhang listened to Yang Zheng's words, he really wanted to talk about the current situation and what kind of chess he was playing. But when he looked at his son's red face, he felt a little more unbearable in his heart.

"Well, let's play chess."

Lao Zhang's tone was full of helplessness and melancholy, this kind of helplessness and melancholy was even more uncomfortable than him losing more than a dozen games of chess in a row, and this feeling was more of a disappointment in himself.

In the park, there is a public chess game.

It's just that there aren't many people who play chess, firstly because most of the people here are young during the day, and secondly because the public chess is placed on a glass table, and every time you play chess, you have to use a magnet to suck it for half a day.

Although this complex operation can ensure that the common chess will not be stolen, and can also make the chess full of beauty, this way of placing it makes the public chess lose a lot of fun about the game.

Lao Zhang, who had gradually calmed down, looked at such a difficult chess game, and his big hands began to tremble again.

This shiver has nothing to do with emotions, just calmness after grief.

After a game, Lao Zhang won the game in a daze.

He knew that it must be Yang Zheng who asked him, if it was in normal times, he would definitely say a few words about Yang Zheng, but now he can't say anything.

He quietly took the initiative to set up the chessboard and played the second game.

In this second game of chess, he played very seriously, and he seemed to want to write down the ups and downs of his life in the past 41 years in chess.

But halfway down, he felt that he couldn't move.

The tears that were swallowed, as the game progressed, hit the glass table one by one, crackling, crackling, as if he was full of hope for his life.

In the second game, he lost.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to admit defeat, because he understands that his life may not be able to make much changes, although he never admits his ordinariness, and tries to use chess and poems written by himself to add a little pitiful yearning to his ordinary life.

But at this time, he looked at the dark chess pieces, and he was not thinking about the poems he had written, but more about the black smoke in the smoking machine.

The thick black smoke was full of his bitterness and helplessness as a chef.

He also wants to go to the end of the world with a sword, and he also wants to leave his own mark in this great world with the poetry and love in his heart.

But he probably won't be able to leave anything behind in the end.

Because, he is just an ordinary chef, an ordinary person, and a failed father who can't even manage his children.

Thinking of this, he suddenly played the third game of chess in a tragic mood.

In the middle of the board, he was on the move, but this time he didn't give up.

He held the magnet and moved the chess pieces desperately, as if he wanted to prove something.

But the ending of the chess game does not look at the past of any chess player, nor the story of any chess player, let alone what the chess player is carrying.

He always only looks at success or failure.

"General." He listened to Yang Zheng's general, and he came to his senses.

Calmly accept the reality, and also calmly accept all the ordinariness in this world!