Liu Che, who went to college, finally left the strict management of his parents, and now he can be said to be free in a sense.

However, Liu Che was not happy.

He's always been alone, and it seemed like he wasn't for a while, but now he's now.

He doesn't participate in clubs and doesn't like to participate in events. During dinners, class activities, and classes, he is always the guy with the least sense of existence.

In addition to classes, Liu Che spends almost all of his time surfing the Internet and playing games, and he spends every minute and second he can use in this way. In the eyes of his roommates, he is a freak, playing games until 5 or 6 o'clock in the morning every day, but sleeping on the table during the day when he is in class, when someone talks to him, he will deal with two sentences, and when no one is looking for him, he never makes a sound. Since his freshman year, he has a red light and failed every class, and he has used this way to vent his resentment against his parents. Every winter and summer vacation, he made up all kinds of excuses to stay in school, and since his freshman year, he has never returned home.

Before the start of the senior year, the school notified his parents and told them about their son's failure in the past few years, and when the parents came to school, they couldn't believe that the unkempt, yellow-skinned, and foul-smelling "beggar" in front of them was actually their son who had been raised with "hard work".

That night, his mother sat at the head of the bed with her back to him, silently shedding tears all night, and his father stood on the windowsill and smoked all night, while he, lying on the bed in the hotel, quietly "enjoyed" this "pleasure", the pleasure of "revenge" that took three years.

The next morning, my mother's eyes were swollen and I could barely open them, and my father's hair had turned white overnight, and he just waited silently for the storm that would follow the silence.

Looking at the melancholy back of his parents, he seemed to have a trace of touch in his heart, perhaps, his parents have changed?

Father finally spoke: "Liu Che! Don't you know how much effort and how much money we have spent on cultivating you over the years! Are you worthy of the hard work of your parents! Are you worthy of our hard work day and night for so many years? It was still his familiar tone, a high-minded, serious taste.

He felt a little remorseful about the glimmer of expectation he had just generated, and if a person's expectations were always disappointed, he would always gradually become silent and depressed.

He was still lying on the bed, squinting, counting the patterns on the sheets, and did not speak, in fact, even if his father did not speak, he knew what his father was going to say, and for so many years, no one knew his parents better than him.

"We finally sent you to this key university, and now it's just a kick in the door, why did you drop the chain at this time! Why don't you go to class and do your homework a little bit, and you have your graduation certificate! ”

He snorted disdainfully and turned his head to the other side.

The father was obviously annoyed, the green tendons on his face disappeared with his breathing, his hand habitually touched his pants, and the moment he touched the pants, he realized that he was wearing sweatpants and no belt when he went out this time, and his son was so old, did he still start to fight?

Liu Che caught a glimpse of his father's movements, he climbed out of bed, pulled out his belt, and threw it at his father's feet, while he took off his pants, rushed his ass at him, lay on the bed and said to himself with his face facing the door: "Fight, if you don't fight, you won't have a chance." ”