Chen Qingnan held the railing by the river and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket. He surrounded the cigarette with his hands to resist the biting cold wind. After igniting it, he took a sip.
The old face that was destroyed was so bleak that the smoke was smoked. Chen Muyang accidentally caught a glimpse of the missing thumb cover on one of his hands. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then stood silently beside him, staring at the plastic bags floating by the river, not knowing what he was thinking.
Girlfriend? Chen Qingnan pointed at Song Yiran, who was sitting on a bench not far away, and he had not recognized her as his niece. He casually turned his body and looked up to ask his son
Chen Muyang didn't say anything, as if he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, and seemed to have not heard him speak.
I really didn't expect Ah to meet his own son here
Chen Qingnan was smoking a cigarette and suddenly sighed with a long sigh. His turbid eyes reflected on the river, as if the past was sparkling in his eyes.
But his son refused to recognize his father and sneered. Now that he has grown up, he is doing well.
Chen Muyang, who had been quiet for a long time, finally spoke and said lightly: I am a sarcastic person, not the kind you have.
Haha, now I don’t take my dad seriously, I’m much tougher. Chen Qingnan said, shaking the ashes into the river
When he was a child, Chen Muyang didn't dare to talk back to his parents, but now he is not afraid, but his bored emotions grow like bacteria.
After so many years, he has always assumed that his parents no longer exist.
At the beginning of the first few years of her home, he was afraid that his parents would come to pick him up, but in junior high school and high school, they had no news, so he gradually felt relieved. Who knew that God was making a joke with him, and he felt that the Bodhisattva was also watching him laugh at him at this time.
Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with burning incense and worshiping Buddha.
I'll leave. Chen Muyang turned around and wanted to leave.
Chen Qingnan threw the cigarette into the river, quickly stopped him, and glanced from top to bottom. What job are you doing now? How much is your salary?
What's the use of you know?
Raise children to prevent old age
Chen Qingnan looked him up and down for a while and smiled and said: You should be doing well, otherwise how could that little girl be willing to follow you? Nowadays, girls are no longer as savage as before.
Song Min is still willing to follow you, who do you look down on?
Chen Qingnan's face did not change the color and said quietly: Don't mention those torn shoes to me
Chen Muyang paused slightly, and said oh, and walked impatiently towards Song Yiran
Chen Qingnan followed him in a gloomy way, even crossed him and sat directly next to Song Yiran. Before she could come back to her senses, she was stuck in her neck.
Chen Qingnan touched her little face with her cracked hands in her low voice. The girl's face was so tender.
Chen Muyang immediately lowered his face and immediately swung his fist to rush over Chen Qingnan and shouted: Stay there first, don't move, otherwise it would be easier than just touching her face.
After saying that, she pointed to her chest with one finger and Song Yiran's neck hurt so much that she didn't dare to move.
Chen Muyang's anger suddenly solidified, he clenched his fists, and his anger flowed through his body
Chen Qingnan began to carefully examine Song Yiran's face that became pale due to fear
He slowly felt that the little girl's face and eyes blurred a bit of familiarity to him, but he didn't know how to describe this indescribable familiarity.
Chen Qingnanyue thought heavier his head, and he shook his head, as if he wanted to shake out all the memories one by one.
Song Yiran held the phone tightly with both hands, and the knuckles creaked. Chen Qingnan glanced down. The small light spots on the phone lit up like sparks, igniting his distant memories.
Thinking of the content that appeared on the screen when he just snatched the phone, his turbid eyes became very bright at this moment. He looked at his son as if he had watched a good show and watched the fun: Her name is Ranran?
Chen Qingnan saw the uncertain expression on his son's face with satisfaction
He turned her face over and continued to look up and down, from time to time, and looked closer and closer. Chen Qingnan indeed saw the genes of the Song family from her facial features, especially the round big eyes
Even when she was a child, they hadn't met several times, but he still guessed it right
He murmured to himself calmly: What is your name Song? He is right? He thought hard for a few minutes, and finally a flash of inspiration in his head, Song, Song Yiran?
Chen Qingnan saw her shocked expression with satisfaction, and smiled at the frozen Chen Muyang in disbelief and said: "You still have sex with your cousin?" I said why the more you look at her, the more you look familiar? As expected, three years old is eight years old, and eight years old is lifelong Ah. It's really no different from when you were a child.
Now that I'm so pretty
Chen Qingnan smiled sly, his eyes rolling. Your father must have never expected that his kindness would actually bring out his daughter and enter your mobile phone number.
Song Yiran glanced at Chen Muyang, his eyes half hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly
What to see, lose Ah
Chen Qingnan patted her face, and then she lowered her head and quickly entered two numbers in Chen Qingnan's mobile phone. I lost, ahem, you can let go of my neck!
etc.
Chen Qingnan dialed the two numbers she entered in turn, and a familiar, mechanical female voice came from his phone. He laughed in anger. Two empty numbers, are you very smart, how dare you fool me? Ah?
Chen Qingnan used his cell phone to pat her face heavily and then wrote her phone number
She was slapped hard on one side of her cheek several times. Song Yiran flattened the corner of her mouth, and was aggrieved and unwilling to lose the correct mobile phone number. After Chen Qingnan confirmed, she let go of her neck.
The moment he regained his freedom, Song Yiran suddenly pressed Chen Qingnan's worn-out liberating shoes with the heels of his boots, and threw his old hands heavily on the bench. The knuckles and the bench hit, Chen Qingnan covered his thick hands with pain and redness and cursed, "Fuck you!"
She hid behind Chen Muyang, put her forehead against his back, and didn't dare to look at Chen Qingnan, so she pulled him and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, Chen Muyang suddenly rushed forward and wanted to steal his father's cell phone
Chen Qingnan was lying on the ground like a mole, leaving his back to them, grasping the feet of the bench, and protecting his cell phone in his arms.
Chen Muyang's anxiety and fierceness could not match his rogue. In the end, the intention to grab the phone gradually changed to punching and kicking. He kicked his father hard, as easy as kicking a stone on the road. He could not hear any sound in his ears, and the world was as quiet as if it was sleeping. Until Song Yiran ran over and hugged him, stopping: Don't, stop hitting...
The barge passing by on the river made a long sound of a whistle, piercing his eardrums, Chen Muyang came back to his senses, realizing that he had just lost his morals, a hint of embarrassment flashed through his eyes.
Let's go, he was holding her and was about to leave. Chen Qingnan, who was lying on the ground and constantly suffering, climbed up tenaciously to block their way.
Chen Qingnan snorted in his mouth, glanced at them with his eyebrows, spit out thick phlegm on the ground casually, spread his hands towards Chen Muyang, suddenly grinned and smiled: Since I have beaten me, I will give you some money. I haven't been in vain. I've been short of money recently, I've only been out to take a few hundred, just a few hundred.
Don't, don't give it to him... Song Yiran stuttered quietly
Chen Qingnan angrily heard this and shouted: My father asked his son what was wrong with asking for some money? Are you a fucking outsider here?
Close your stinky mouth
Chen Muyang quickly took out his wallet, took out nine red bills and threw them to him. Chen Qingnan hurriedly held it and held it firmly in his palm. When Chen Muyang closed the wallet, he rushed over and grabbed his wallet. He stared at the ball and saw a few change inside. He grabbed it in his hand without hesitation, and even wanted to call his bank card.
Just as he saw the work permit he placed inside, Chen Qingnan stared at his work permit with a photo of the ID and company name and kept scrutinizing it. Oh, oh, are you wearing a suit like a dog?
Song Yiran immediately stretched out his hands from behind, used his fingernails to snatch the old hand of his wallet tightly, and pulled several holes at the earthworm-like blue veins on his hand.
The power of an elderly middle-aged man was pushed away by his son and fell on the dry lawn
When he fell down, he did not forget to scattered banknotes sensitively. He laughed and bent down in the astonished eyes of Chen Muyang and Song Yiran, but his weak laughter seemed to be coming from his chest sincerely.
Song Yiran was afraid that his uncle would rob the money and card again, so he took Chen Muyang's hand and left quickly
Halfway through, she turned her head and glanced at her fearlessly, but saw her uncle folding pink hundred-dollar bills one by one with relish, and looked at her with sharp eyes under her slanted eyebrows, which scared her so much that she pulled Chen Muyang to run as if she was flying.
Chen Qingnan staggered up from the grass, brushed away the grass chips and mud on the banknotes, and looked at the two figures who were leaving expressionlessly like a puppet.
brute
The old face that was destroyed was so bleak that the smoke was smoked. Chen Muyang accidentally caught a glimpse of the missing thumb cover on one of his hands. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then stood silently beside him, staring at the plastic bags floating by the river, not knowing what he was thinking.
Girlfriend? Chen Qingnan pointed at Song Yiran, who was sitting on a bench not far away, and he had not recognized her as his niece. He casually turned his body and looked up to ask his son
Chen Muyang didn't say anything, as if he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, and seemed to have not heard him speak.
I really didn't expect Ah to meet his own son here
Chen Qingnan was smoking a cigarette and suddenly sighed with a long sigh. His turbid eyes reflected on the river, as if the past was sparkling in his eyes.
But his son refused to recognize his father and sneered. Now that he has grown up, he is doing well.
Chen Muyang, who had been quiet for a long time, finally spoke and said lightly: I am a sarcastic person, not the kind you have.
Haha, now I don’t take my dad seriously, I’m much tougher. Chen Qingnan said, shaking the ashes into the river
When he was a child, Chen Muyang didn't dare to talk back to his parents, but now he is not afraid, but his bored emotions grow like bacteria.
After so many years, he has always assumed that his parents no longer exist.
At the beginning of the first few years of her home, he was afraid that his parents would come to pick him up, but in junior high school and high school, they had no news, so he gradually felt relieved. Who knew that God was making a joke with him, and he felt that the Bodhisattva was also watching him laugh at him at this time.
Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with burning incense and worshiping Buddha.
I'll leave. Chen Muyang turned around and wanted to leave.
Chen Qingnan threw the cigarette into the river, quickly stopped him, and glanced from top to bottom. What job are you doing now? How much is your salary?
What's the use of you know?
Raise children to prevent old age
Chen Qingnan looked him up and down for a while and smiled and said: You should be doing well, otherwise how could that little girl be willing to follow you? Nowadays, girls are no longer as savage as before.
Song Min is still willing to follow you, who do you look down on?
Chen Qingnan's face did not change the color and said quietly: Don't mention those torn shoes to me
Chen Muyang paused slightly, and said oh, and walked impatiently towards Song Yiran
Chen Qingnan followed him in a gloomy way, even crossed him and sat directly next to Song Yiran. Before she could come back to her senses, she was stuck in her neck.
Chen Qingnan touched her little face with her cracked hands in her low voice. The girl's face was so tender.
Chen Muyang immediately lowered his face and immediately swung his fist to rush over Chen Qingnan and shouted: Stay there first, don't move, otherwise it would be easier than just touching her face.
After saying that, she pointed to her chest with one finger and Song Yiran's neck hurt so much that she didn't dare to move.
Chen Muyang's anger suddenly solidified, he clenched his fists, and his anger flowed through his body
Chen Qingnan began to carefully examine Song Yiran's face that became pale due to fear
He slowly felt that the little girl's face and eyes blurred a bit of familiarity to him, but he didn't know how to describe this indescribable familiarity.
Chen Qingnanyue thought heavier his head, and he shook his head, as if he wanted to shake out all the memories one by one.
Song Yiran held the phone tightly with both hands, and the knuckles creaked. Chen Qingnan glanced down. The small light spots on the phone lit up like sparks, igniting his distant memories.
Thinking of the content that appeared on the screen when he just snatched the phone, his turbid eyes became very bright at this moment. He looked at his son as if he had watched a good show and watched the fun: Her name is Ranran?
Chen Qingnan saw the uncertain expression on his son's face with satisfaction
He turned her face over and continued to look up and down, from time to time, and looked closer and closer. Chen Qingnan indeed saw the genes of the Song family from her facial features, especially the round big eyes
Even when she was a child, they hadn't met several times, but he still guessed it right
He murmured to himself calmly: What is your name Song? He is right? He thought hard for a few minutes, and finally a flash of inspiration in his head, Song, Song Yiran?
Chen Qingnan saw her shocked expression with satisfaction, and smiled at the frozen Chen Muyang in disbelief and said: "You still have sex with your cousin?" I said why the more you look at her, the more you look familiar? As expected, three years old is eight years old, and eight years old is lifelong Ah. It's really no different from when you were a child.
Now that I'm so pretty
Chen Qingnan smiled sly, his eyes rolling. Your father must have never expected that his kindness would actually bring out his daughter and enter your mobile phone number.
Song Yiran glanced at Chen Muyang, his eyes half hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly
What to see, lose Ah
Chen Qingnan patted her face, and then she lowered her head and quickly entered two numbers in Chen Qingnan's mobile phone. I lost, ahem, you can let go of my neck!
etc.
Chen Qingnan dialed the two numbers she entered in turn, and a familiar, mechanical female voice came from his phone. He laughed in anger. Two empty numbers, are you very smart, how dare you fool me? Ah?
Chen Qingnan used his cell phone to pat her face heavily and then wrote her phone number
She was slapped hard on one side of her cheek several times. Song Yiran flattened the corner of her mouth, and was aggrieved and unwilling to lose the correct mobile phone number. After Chen Qingnan confirmed, she let go of her neck.
The moment he regained his freedom, Song Yiran suddenly pressed Chen Qingnan's worn-out liberating shoes with the heels of his boots, and threw his old hands heavily on the bench. The knuckles and the bench hit, Chen Qingnan covered his thick hands with pain and redness and cursed, "Fuck you!"
She hid behind Chen Muyang, put her forehead against his back, and didn't dare to look at Chen Qingnan, so she pulled him and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, Chen Muyang suddenly rushed forward and wanted to steal his father's cell phone
Chen Qingnan was lying on the ground like a mole, leaving his back to them, grasping the feet of the bench, and protecting his cell phone in his arms.
Chen Muyang's anxiety and fierceness could not match his rogue. In the end, the intention to grab the phone gradually changed to punching and kicking. He kicked his father hard, as easy as kicking a stone on the road. He could not hear any sound in his ears, and the world was as quiet as if it was sleeping. Until Song Yiran ran over and hugged him, stopping: Don't, stop hitting...
The barge passing by on the river made a long sound of a whistle, piercing his eardrums, Chen Muyang came back to his senses, realizing that he had just lost his morals, a hint of embarrassment flashed through his eyes.
Let's go, he was holding her and was about to leave. Chen Qingnan, who was lying on the ground and constantly suffering, climbed up tenaciously to block their way.
Chen Qingnan snorted in his mouth, glanced at them with his eyebrows, spit out thick phlegm on the ground casually, spread his hands towards Chen Muyang, suddenly grinned and smiled: Since I have beaten me, I will give you some money. I haven't been in vain. I've been short of money recently, I've only been out to take a few hundred, just a few hundred.
Don't, don't give it to him... Song Yiran stuttered quietly
Chen Qingnan angrily heard this and shouted: My father asked his son what was wrong with asking for some money? Are you a fucking outsider here?
Close your stinky mouth
Chen Muyang quickly took out his wallet, took out nine red bills and threw them to him. Chen Qingnan hurriedly held it and held it firmly in his palm. When Chen Muyang closed the wallet, he rushed over and grabbed his wallet. He stared at the ball and saw a few change inside. He grabbed it in his hand without hesitation, and even wanted to call his bank card.
Just as he saw the work permit he placed inside, Chen Qingnan stared at his work permit with a photo of the ID and company name and kept scrutinizing it. Oh, oh, are you wearing a suit like a dog?
Song Yiran immediately stretched out his hands from behind, used his fingernails to snatch the old hand of his wallet tightly, and pulled several holes at the earthworm-like blue veins on his hand.
The power of an elderly middle-aged man was pushed away by his son and fell on the dry lawn
When he fell down, he did not forget to scattered banknotes sensitively. He laughed and bent down in the astonished eyes of Chen Muyang and Song Yiran, but his weak laughter seemed to be coming from his chest sincerely.
Song Yiran was afraid that his uncle would rob the money and card again, so he took Chen Muyang's hand and left quickly
Halfway through, she turned her head and glanced at her fearlessly, but saw her uncle folding pink hundred-dollar bills one by one with relish, and looked at her with sharp eyes under her slanted eyebrows, which scared her so much that she pulled Chen Muyang to run as if she was flying.
Chen Qingnan staggered up from the grass, brushed away the grass chips and mud on the banknotes, and looked at the two figures who were leaving expressionlessly like a puppet.
brute
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