Chapter 283 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 38
Chapter 283 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 38
Entering summer.
Lu Youming followed him around the construction site and basically never went home.
He was used to being tired and spent more than three hours running back and forth between the construction site and home. With this time, he might as well sleep more or have a drink with his coworkers.
Although there is dust in the house, the presence of dust is too low.
Sometimes when he sees Fuchen, Lu Youming seems to see himself, the silent, introverted self with a penchant for violence.
Wang Jiajun no longer interacts with him, so Fuchen is the only one who can drink after returning home. Fuchen wets the bed whenever he drinks. He really doesn't want to serve him.
Following the construction site, having a drink after being tired with the messy people, and listening to their nonsense can alleviate the emptiness in your heart.
The hole in my heart is filled with these rumors.
Don't think about it.
Don't look.
He is still a perfect person.
When summer comes, I almost spend it at my uncle’s house.
Every morning, I get up by myself, climb on the table, and carry the bottle to the next door.
Grandpa will help him pour boiling water to soak the milk.
Then sit in the yard and watch grandpa busy, or just be in a daze.
Grandpa would take Fuchen to work in the fields.
She stared at the grasshoppers in the field, helped water them a little, wore a straw hat and sunglasses, and played in the bright sun.
At noon, I had dinner with my grandparents.
In the evening, I had a little meal and went to Xiaojie's house to play with a small bench.
I saw a tiger chasing and beating him.
After playing, Xiaojie’s mother took her home.
Xiaojie's mother helped her make some milk. After she drank the milk, she stepped on the stool, locked the door, and went to sleep.
This is almost a daily routine.
The dust is very quiet every day.
I will also hear some noises, such as the grandfather next door always sighing, "What do you think your dad thinks? Let you take care of yourself at such a young age?"
The voice of Huzi's mother said, "You, take a good look in the mirror and see if she is your father's biological daughter. She was picked up in the first place. If she is really a wild child, then your father will make a joke."
She listened, but didn't quite understand.
The days are not boring.
She spent the summer counting her teeth.
In October, Lu Youming went home with his bag on his back and saw Fuchen sitting in the yard next door, standing on the grass that covered his yard, waving, "Fuchen, come here."
He was unshaven and had a depressed look in his eyes.
Fuchen sat on the small bench and stared at Lu Youming blankly, not passing by.
The uncle in the house came out and pointed at Lu Youming with a spatula, "You still know how to come back! You left Fuchen alone. She was alone, so young, she closed the door and turned off the light to sleep. We couldn't bear to watch her!"
"
Um?
Lu Youming frowned and looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen still raised his head and looked at him doubtfully. He seemed not to recognize him.
The old man wiped his tears and said, "You just gave me five cans of milk powder and three hundred yuan. That's enough money. But Fuchen knows his place and won't leave until he's dead. He goes back to his house to sleep at night and beats people when he's taken away."
"At first we went over to sleep with her."
"She refused to let me. She sat on the bedside and stared at us. Maybe she knew we were not the ones sleeping there. She kept slapping us in the face and refused to let us sleep."
"There's nothing we can do."
"Teach her to close the door and scream when something happens. If there are mice at night, if she's afraid they might come over, we'll leave the door open."
"She listens too."
"Later we saw that she was indeed quite independent, but we felt distressed at the same time."
Pointing at Lu Youming, "A child at such a young age has to take care of himself. What kind of father are you?"
Lu Youming didn't know what to say for a moment.
Walked over, picked up Fuchen, and buried it in his neck.
"Do you miss daddy?"
Fuchen stood there in a daze, his eyes not looking at anyone, and his sight always fell on irrelevant places.
The beard is tied into the thin black flesh.
It's itchy and painful.
Fuchen turned his head, stared at Lu Youming, raised his hand and hit him in the face.
Lu Youming turned away and said, "My hands are stronger again." He also grew up and gained a lot of weight.
"You deserve it. She doesn't recognize you!" The uncle grabbed a handful of green beans and just barely managed to throw them in his face.
Lu Youming carried Fuchen home.
If you're hungry, make a bowl of milk powder to fill your stomach.
Make a quickie for Fuchen.
Fuchen drank the milk, and after Lu Youming lay down, she looked at the head at her feet and stared at it carefully for a long time.
Suddenly, he waved his hands and slapped his hands.
"Eh!"
"Eh!"
Fuchen's shadowless hand has been practiced to perfection.
Lu Youming sighed and stared at Fuchen, "Don't you recognize me?"
"Pa." This was Fuchen's answer.
Lu Youming sighed.
Get up, find a razor, look at it in the mirror with a big red shell, and squat by the well to shave yourself.
After shaving, I walked back to the house and lay down.
Fuchen stared at the head next to her again, and after half a minute, she crawled to the corner and dropped down - this was her accustomed position.
Didn't forget.
Lu Youming felt relieved. He fished it out with his big hand, dragged the floating dust beside him and lay down together.
When Lu Youming came back, he still ate, drank, and slept, but did not go out to work.
Yongzi asked, "You no longer do long-term work at the construction site?"
Lu Youming shook his head.
"Are you taking the job?"
Lu Youming pressed water to wash his clothes, "The price is high, take it."
Still the same as before.
Yongzi nodded, understanding.
After staying at home for two days, Cui Hangxing came over.
Lu Youming glanced at Cui Hangxing, whom he had not contacted for almost half a year, and ignored him. He knew what he was here for.
"Hey. Go out for a walk and buy something for Fuchen." Cui Hangxing said with a smile.
Lu Youming glanced at Fuchen, who was sitting on the ground and put on his old clothes again, and nodded in agreement.
If you don't kill the wronged son, you won't be killed.
I feel happy when I kill him.
Cui Hangxing drove people to the city center and went straight to the clothes store.
Lu Youming did not ask for Adidas this time, but followed him to buy clothes.
Coats, sweaters, skirts, boots, scarves, hats...it's a mess.
The price is also tens of thousands.
Lu Youming could only earn this money by stealing.
Chocolates, candies, biscuits, buy them by the box.
After repurchasing the property for Fuchen, Cui Hangxing hugged Fuchen and said the purpose of his trip, "Why did you resign? I heard that you joined the new demolition team and found several dumb bombs. It's very impressive."
Lu Youming asked back, "Didn't you hear that I stole the experts' ideas?"
Cui Hangxing smiled, "Were you bullied?"
The road is clear and silent.
Academic discrimination is one thing.
Workplace strife is another thing.
The two things came together.
Lu Youming doesn't like to talk, and only communicates when necessary. He doesn't like to socialize, and talks in circles... There is an information gap invisibly.
If he gets angry casually, he will have a hard time.
He didn't force himself, he came back directly.
"I don't like it. I'll come back as soon as I come back. Do you still think that I have to follow you?" Lu Youming asked back, unknowingly getting angry.
At this moment, as long as Cui Hangxing says yes, he can hit someone with his fist.
Cui Hangxing smiled, "I was thinking, don't waste such a good talent like yours. Or if I have a need, you can do it for me?"
"You killed someone, and I'll take the blame?" Lu Youming turned his head, rounded his eyes, and spoke fiercely.
Cui Hangxing stared at Lu Youming indifferently, and then said, "So, you were squeezed out like this."
