Xiao Ai's surname is Zeng, and Tang Yuan doesn't need to ask to know who Zeng Berlin is.

Tang Yuan didn't know how to comfort Xiao Ai, and after a long time, he held back a sentence, "Don't think too badly of your father." ”

The wind by the river was like a gentle hand, soothing the tears on Xiao Ai's face.

Her hoarse voice said, "Daddy? I never called his dad. ”

Daddy is too affectionate.

In Xiao Ai's impression, he has always been an unsmiling father.

"He never let me call him daddy, because the title was not majestic at all."

yes, that's been the case for as long as I can remember.

For as long as she can remember, she has called Maggie's mother and Zeng Berlin's father.

And from childhood to adulthood, no matter how many awards she has won, Zeng Berlin always has a cold face and is stingy with a word of praise.

But whenever she does something a little out of the ordinary, such as eating when she was a child.

Children are always impatient and greedy, and if they don't move their chopsticks in the order of eldest and youngest, Zeng Berlin will immediately blacken his face.

Or a scolding, or a punishment for hunger.

In her memory, she really didn't see Zeng Berlin laughing.

Gradually, Xiao Ai became numb, it doesn't matter, and the results will no longer deliberately please anyone.

I don't want to work hard, I just spend my heart trying to please myself and learn how to dress up.

As a bystander, a score of 300 points in the college entrance examination should be annoyed or uncomfortable, and she doesn't even feel it at all.

Anyway, no matter how hard she tries, she can't get a good face.

Anyway, no matter how bad it is, Zeng Berlin will always have his own plans.

In that home where even respite is the original sin, as long as Zeng Berlin is there, her nerves will not relax for a moment.

Xiao Ai carried the wine bottle and looked at the colorful and flickering advertising lights in the distance.

If she has the chance, Xiao Ai really wants to cross this river to the top floor of the skyscraper opposite and enjoy the feeling of the city at her feet.

She felt that the burden on her body was so heavy that sometimes she couldn't breathe.

"But father or dad is just a title, and we can't ignore the essence behind their actions."

In Tangyuan's cognition, even if it is like Wang Zhonghan's violent father.

Even if he often curses his son on his lips, he often puts it into practice on his feet, often beating people to dislocation and fractures.

But dad is dad, we have to see the essence through the phenomenon, and see the purpose behind their thinking and action.

If not high hopes.

If it weren't for the disappointment, it would have been impossible to put it into words.

If it's a stranger with no connection, will you curse or even fight for them?

Not necessarily.

Tangyuan's words inadvertently poked the heart of Xiao Ai.

Yes, dad is dad after all.

Sometimes it's not the right or wrong thing that is competitive, but the breath in your heart.

Even though he did so many things that made her unhappy, Zeng Berlin's lofty position in the little love has not changed.

"Zeng Berlin, I'm your daughter, why don't you believe me?"

Calling his father's name is a big rebellion in the Zeng family.

But at this time, Xiao Ai couldn't help it.

Tears rolled down the back of her hand, and Xiao Ai shouted loudly to the other side of the brightly lit river.

What Xiao Ai needs now is to vent, and Tangyuan didn't say anything.

The only response was the wind, the sound of the waves crashing against the river, and the sound of people crowding behind them.

An Ran arrived half an hour after the rice balls.

"Little love!"

An Ran's worried voice sounded, and Xiao Ai turned around.

I saw An Ran rushing over with slippers and home clothes.

Because of a lot of sweating, her hair, which she had just washed for a long time, began to be sticky again.

When An Ran saw Xiaoai, his eyes were like a faucet that had opened the floodgates, and tears kept flowing.

"Xiao Ai, what's wrong with you?"

An Ran rushed over and hugged her from behind, Xiao Ai's eyes were connected to her heart, and under An Ran's tears, they became moist together.

The two girls just hugged each other and cried in the wind.

It's been a long time.

Xiao Ai's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, "Enron." ”

"I'm here."

Xiao Ai's voice was full of unfinished crying, "I'm so hungry that I haven't finished eating." ”

Craving something to eat?

"Okay."

An Ran wiped away the tears on Xiao Ai's face with his arm, took her hand, and let him come down in the direction of Xiao Ai.

Xiao Ai's body shook twice, and her body was like a flower swaying in the wind on a cliff.

She lifted her feet slowly, but found that she was moving, "But my head is so dizzy, and my feet are numb." ”

It should be numb, and it just hung like this for an hour without moving.

An Ran stood on the left, but Xiao Ai's body just tilted in the direction of the rice balls.

Tang Yuan saw that An Ran was busy working for a long time and didn't get people down, so he was a little anxious.

"I'll do it."

Although Xiao Ai is not completely drunk, she can't maintain her balance.

As soon as Tang Yuan's hand came up, Xiao Ai's whole person swayed and pasted over.

It is the whole person, the head, the body and the chest.

Don't look at Tang Yuan's usual foul words, he doesn't squint at this time, the gentleman avoids Xiao Ai's chest, and wraps his hands to hug her waist.

Then, Xiao Ai, who weighed only seventy or eighty pounds, hung on Tangyuan like a plush rabbit.

The rice balls hugged her waist.

Physical contact only lasted a second or two, but Tang Yuan's face was still damn red.

Unlike the last time he drank and was half dazed, Tang Yuan's consciousness was unusually clear at this time.

He remembered the touch of her skin under the white cloth, her body temperature, and the magnified face of Little Love in every frame.

After hugging the person down, Tang Yuan suddenly lowered his head in order to hide his blush, "Offended." ”

It was An Ran who thanked Xiao Ai for his words.

Along the way, the white cloth shoes on Xiao Ai's feet walked crookedly, and she dragged her many times, supporting her shoulders with one hand and her waist with the other, and finally let her go straight line.

Walking in front is the glutinous rice balls.

When the rear seat door opened, Tang Sheng's roaring voice came from the driver's seat.

"Tang Yuan, what are you fart, why do you have to drag me out in the middle of the night?"

"Dad, don't talk about it yet."

Tang Yuan opened the car door, jumped into the back row, and pulled Xiao Ai's arm at An Ran's angle, "An Ran, Xiao Ai is here." ”

With the cooperation of one after the other, Xiao Ai leaned over and got into the car.

She seemed to be tired, and she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes to recuperate.

An Ran followed Xiao Ai and got into the car.

The back row was full, and Lin Xiao sat in the passenger seat.

Everything was ready, and Tang Yuan, who was sitting in the back row, spoke, "Dad, you can go." ”

"Shut up, when I'm the driver?"

Tang Sheng said that he was dissatisfied, but he did not hesitate for a moment on his feet, and stepped on the accelerator.

The seat of the pickup truck was more uncomfortable than the average car, and Xiao Ai bumped for about ten minutes, and her lips began to open and close.

After a while, a layer of dense sweat oozed from Xiao Ai's face.

An Ran saw that Xiao Ai was very uncomfortable, and looked at the rice balls opposite, "Is there a small bag?" ”

"Yes."

Tang Yuan hurriedly pulled out a pile of small plastic bags from the pile of debris behind him.

They are all used by the Tangyuan store to sell goods, and the white plastic bag is printed with the logo of "Far Better Commissary".

An Ran opened the bag and leaned into Xiao Ai's mouth, "If you want to vomit, you can vomit." ”

As he spoke, An Ran turned his head, "Tangyuan, please help her smooth her back." ”

The dumplings did as promised.

Driving the car in the driver's seat, Tang Sheng finally couldn't help but scold the birth, "Tang Yuan, you bastard boy, you can't find Lao Tzu in the middle of the night." ”

"Quick, you also take a plastic bag, so that your friend doesn't allow me to vomit in the car, this car will have to be loaded tomorrow."

An Ran held the bag and saw that Xiao Ai was choking on her throat and didn't spit it out for a long time.

"Uncle, I'm sorry for the trouble."

An Ran let Xiao Ai lie on her lap, and after helping her straighten her clothes, she obediently apologized to the driver's seat.

Stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling person, no matter how dissatisfied Tang Sheng is, he will not be angry at a girl, besides, she is still a teenage girl.