The street lights stretched Lin Weiyang's forward figure diagonally.
Qi Zhixiong stood in the distance with a pack of cigarettes at the end, and then drove away. However, the absurd scene in his head could not be forgotten. He admitted that it was an angry punishment.
But in the end it got out of control.
It was already late at night when we returned to Qi's house, and except for the housekeeper who opened the door, everyone was basically asleep.
"Dad, can we talk?" Qi Zhixiong just opened the door and saw Qi Haotian standing on the railing on the second floor, smoking a flue. His long body was wrapped in a white bathrobe, only two pieces of his chest exposed.
The strong muscles, if you look closely, are exactly the same as when he was young.
He was silent for a while and said, "Okay, here we go."
Although Qi Haotian didn't explain what was going on, Qi Zhixiong was so shrewd that his son, who had always gotten along with him lukewarmly since childhood, actually wanted to talk to him for the first time today. He could guess something with just a little analysis.
Probably come.
Without saying anything, he closed the door and went upstairs to the study.
The wooden tea cup was served, and the two cups of scented tea were still steaming. It was obvious that they had been specially prepared.
"Dad, sit down."
Qi Zhixiong stretched out his hand and pulled the tie around his neck, throwing it on the sofa aside, "It's quite late to go to bed, why are you so free today?"
"Dad." Qi Haotian leaned lazily on the sofa, his legs naturally folded together, looking elegant and casual, "I want to know, what is your relationship with her?"
Who she was referring to was tacitly understood by both father and son.
"Do you still remember that I told you about a woman named Qinglian?" Qi Zhixiong stared at the tea cup and went straight to the point.
Qi Haotian nodded and continued to wait for the next step.
"Actually, as early as five years ago, when I first met her, I felt that they were both imaginary. Fortunately, she left due to some changes. But five years later, although she changed her name, she even changed her name.
Her appearance has also changed a lot, but I still recognized her at a glance." He sighed softly, and then continued: "She, like Qinglian, is a very ethereal woman."
"So father is out of control?" Qi Haotian asked with raised eyebrows.
A bitter smile appeared on Qi Zhixiong's lips, "Are you following me?"
He bowed his head and remained silent as acquiescence, and at the same time it also covered up the complex emotions that flashed in his eyes. He suddenly understood that the man in front of him was his father, a person with the same blood as him. Once he recognized
It is very difficult to change something, even if you have to pay a heavy price.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Qi Zhixiong took a sip of scented tea and said, "It's rare for us father and son to sit down properly. Let's talk all night long and talk about everything. I admit that I lost control of what happened tonight."
, will not let it happen again.”
Without the dignity of his father in the past, Qi Haotian's tone of heart-to-heart talk made Qi Haotian unknowingly take off his cold mask. He groped around on the sofa with his eyes closed for a while, lit a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Qi Zhixiong.
, and then he lit one and smoked it.
"Dad, both father and son were messed up by a woman at the same time, and the target was the father and son of the Qi family. This is really a big joke." He played with the lighter in his hand, his tone full of deep helplessness.
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"We can only accept what is destined to us."
After a long time, Qi Zhixiong uttered these words quietly. The two of them chatted every sentence. The entire study was filled with smoke, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts smoked by the father and son. It was like a hill, revealing every trace of sadness.
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It wasn't until dawn that the two of them went back to their rooms. The relationship that had been lukewarm for decades also improved by leaps and bounds overnight.
※※※“Yanyan, mom has cooked sago porridge for you, get up and drink some.”
At six o'clock in the morning, Zhang Fengxia brought a bowl of fragrant porridge from the kitchen to Lin Weiyang's room, but found that she was still in bed. She couldn't help but smiled fondly, "Little lazy boy, go wash up and finish the porridge."
Go back to sleep."
"Mom, leave me alone." Lin Weiyang poked her head out from under the quilt. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore when she went to the bar last night. She was still smelling of alcohol. She rubbed her eyes and gently pushed Zhang Fengxia's hand away.
, "Mom, I have a headache and can't eat. Please go downstairs and eat."
"Headache?" Zhang Fengxia was startled. She immediately put the porridge in her hand aside and reached out to touch her forehead. Sure enough, it was as hot as fire. Even the air in the bed was above the normal temperature. She was immediately anxious.
He hurriedly put her exposed hand under the quilt, "I don't even know I have a fever."
"Mom, I'm fine." Lin Weiyang never paid much attention to illness and shook her head as usual.
Zhang Fengxia wrapped Lin Weiyang very tightly for the rest of her life, "You just lie down and I'll find some thick clothes for you. Put them on, eat quickly, and go to the hospital to get a bottle of salt water. If you burn like this, it will cause problems."
After saying that, she immediately walked to the clothing room, and did not hear Lin Weiyang's sad whisper in the bed, "Mom... this is a heart disease..."
The lady said, "Whoever cares about an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."
This was absolutely true. After a while, Lin Weiyang was dragged out of bed, changed into thick clothes, drank two bowls of hot porridge, and then went out to pick up the car and drove towards the hospital.
Afraid of worrying her mother, she spent a lot of time convincing Zhang Fengxia to stay at home.
Pain came from his head. Lin Weiyang tried his best to hypnotize himself, telling himself not to think about those things and that person.
Maybe Shangguan Yao was right. She couldn't blame anyone, but she and him were destined not to be together. Qi Yao's death, Qiao Lin's retreat, Shangguan Yao's unconditional dedication... Since this love
If you continue to cause so many people pain, let's just end it.
Looking around, the swaggering red sports car was running fast on the road. Since it was just seven o'clock, there were no cars except for some people escorting children to school. Lin Weiyang put away the hood of the car and turned up the DJ music to the maximum.
The sound, the music that hurts the eardrums constantly stimulates her nerves and relieves the pain in her brain by transferring force.
However, she didn't notice a person suddenly walking out from the sidewalk on the right. Her pupils dilated instantly. She turned the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes, but it was obviously too late...
Click, the red and arrogant front of the car protruded crookedly from the driveway. Lin Weiyang was stunned for a moment and then immediately took off his seat belt. When he got out of the car, he felt that all the blood in his body was frozen and still, and his face was even more frighteningly pale.
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Looking at the large and small bottles and cans of food she had just bought from the supermarket scattered on the ground, she couldn't calm down for a while. How could it be possible...how could a figure appear so suddenly?
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※※※Qi Haotian was woken up by Qiao Lin's phone call.
"Qi... come to the hospital quickly, my aunt had a car accident..."