You don't need to ask where Tao Shiyan's information was pasted from.
Moreover, it was not completely pasted halfway and broke, so it was divided into two hairs.
Cheng Xi felt offended and fiercely pressed down his phone. After two seconds, he unlocked the screen again.
orange:【I feel encouraged by my brother! Happy!】
Tao Shiyan: "..."
Are you happy now? Then you can go back to grandma’s group from time to time.
Cheng Xi tried to continue to find a topic. He looked at the mushroom soup pot in front of him, which could be called water, and hypnotized himself: [Brother, are you eating? I am eating the mushroom soup pot. Mushroom soup cooks delicious food. I love mushroom soup cooking.
!]
After walking for a week, there were a bunch of projects waiting for decision-making in the studio. Tao Shiyan glanced at the useless information and did not reply.
Zhao Xiaotao, the biggest victim in the conversation between the two, pulled the duck intestines out of his hair and said coolly: "Cheng'er, who are you chatting with on your phone? Have you found a new love and forgotten me?"
Feeling that Tao didn't want to go back, Cheng Xi put down his phone and said seriously: "With the bastard."
"Come on, I think she's your mistress, and she was quite happy talking... No, it's impossible for a bastard to have a calf. A bastard lays eggs."
"..."
After finishing the hot pot meal and having a full meal, Cheng Xi was sent to the door of his house. Zhao Xiaotao patted his belly and left.
Cheng Xi lives in the villa area on the south bank of Songjiang. Only nine single-family houses have been developed on such a large piece of land, and the environment is quite good. Every time Zhao Xiaotao comes, he shouts "I'm lost, I'm lost."
Cheng Xi opened the door of the villa and immediately... saw a person inside the door.
There is a man, in his early fifties, with an imposing manner, and if you look closely, his facial features are somewhat similar to his.
Cheng Xi was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly said, "Why are you here?"
"I'm your dad," Cheng Liguo said with a serious face, "Can't you come?"
Of course, he bought this villa worth 40 million.
"Go in and talk," Cheng said sarcastically.
There was a long corridor from the main gate to the small gate of the villa. The father and son walked in silence. Cheng Liguo kept his eyes straight while walking and did not notice that the cherry tree in the small garden had already produced a thick layer of fruits.
Entering the living room, the father and son sat down on both sides of the sofa. Cheng Xi took out a bottle of soda water: "I don't have tea here, so just drink it."
Cheng Liguo didn't touch the water bottle and went straight to the point: "On your mother's memorial day next week, you go home and go to the cemetery with me."
Cheng Xi paused while wiping his hands, "I'm flying back to Songjiang that afternoon, so I won't be able to catch it. And I'm a public figure, so there are always paparazzi following me. It's better to go later so they don't disturb my mother."
His words were half true and half false. Cheng Liguo had been shopping in shopping malls for many years, so he could naturally tell that he was making excuses not to go with him.
"...Okay," Cheng Liguo sighed, stood up and said, "Then you can go home directly after worshiping, Aunt Yuan always talks about you."
Aunt Yuan is the nanny of the Cheng family. She raised Cheng Xi when he was a child. The two have a very close relationship. He nodded: "I will take time to go back to see her in the near future."
Cheng Liguo frowned. His son said he would go back, but he didn't say he would go back the same day after sweeping the tomb. It was equivalent to a roundabout refusal.
The rebellious period has not passed yet.
"Xiao Xi, you are no longer a child," Cheng Liguo was displeased, "It's time to learn to be sensible. I didn't..."
"You don't have that much time to take care of me." Cheng Xi finished the rest of his words for him with a dull face.
Cheng Liguo frowned even more: "What's your attitude?"
"Normal attitude." Cheng Xi said immediately.
Over the years, Cheng Liguo has not communicated with his son. Every time, it either ended in a quarrel or nothing happened.
He had a headache: "Xiao Xi, please understand Dad."
"I don't think I'm causing you any trouble."
"You know what I mean," Cheng Liguo said impatiently, "Please be obedient, I'm very busy."
Hearing the word "busy", Cheng Xi's good mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
Growing up, the word Cheng Liguo said the most was "busy". When other children were holding their parents' hands and going to school, Cheng Liguo was busy. When other children and their parents were happily having a big meal, Cheng Liguo was busy.
While other children were being taught by their parents not to watch TV all the time, Cheng Liguo was busy.
He is always busy.
"Since you are busy," Cheng Xi tried to suppress his emotions, "you should go back to work quickly."
Cheng Liguo's face dropped: "Do you insist on confronting me?"
"No, I'm very busy too, so no one of us should waste anyone else's time."
What is this? Cheng Liguo was so angry that he shouted loudly: "Cheng Xi!!"
It is undeniable that Cheng Liguo is majestic. The final sound echoed in the living room, which made Cheng Xi's heart tremble.
The snow-capped mountain called emotion collapsed instantly. He put his trembling hands into his pants pockets, and when he looked up, he happened to see the window.
The ripe cherries fell to the ground, their juice flowed out, and they were dazzlingly red.
"Dad, do you remember which year this cherry tree was my practical course homework?"
Cheng Liguo was startled.
"If you hadn't been busy, I wouldn't have been trafficked when I was five years old."
Because his mother died young, Cheng Xi's biggest wish when he was young was to have dinner with his father.
Every meal time, little Cheng Xi would sit on the stool obediently, holding a bowl and waiting for the beep of the car - which meant Cheng Liguo's return.
At this time, Aunt Yuan will always say: "The baby eats first, and when the father comes back, the baby's stomach will be hungry."
"I'm not hungry," Xiao Cheng Xi covered his flattened belly, "I want to wait for dad to eat together."
Unfortunately, the times he waited were few and far between.
In addition to eating, he also has the biggest wish - to go to an amusement park with his father.
This wish finally came true on Children's Day when he was five years old. Perhaps because Aunt Yuan had talked about it so many times that Cheng Liguo couldn't stand it anymore, so she spared a day to spend with him.
That day, little Cheng Xi put on new clothes and carried his favorite schoolbag on his back. In the schoolbag were two small apples, two packs of Wangwang senbei, and two bags of jelly. One for him and one for his father.
Entering the amusement park, he was crowded with people and bumped into each other. He timidly grabbed his father's hand, and his father held his little hand in return.
Dad's palm is very wide and warm.
When he saw a stall selling windmills, his father bought him a colorful windmill. It was the largest and most expensive one. All the children looked at him with envy when they saw him.
Xiao Chengxi bubbled with happiness.
But within a few minutes, Dad’s annoying cell phone rang.
He pulled him aside to answer the phone, and as he spoke, he let go of his hand and turned his back to him to avoid the noise.
As he continued talking, Xiao Cheng Xi's eyes darkened.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already lying in a brick house in the countryside.
In order to prevent him from thinking about escaping, the family who bought him locked him in a room alone and locked the door.
The room was very dark, the bed was very hard, and the young master who had been brought up in a pampered way was so tender that he could not sleep.
At night, when snakes and insects came out, he hugged his knees and buried his head, not daring to listen or look, and held the windmill tightly in his hand.
Yes, during the process of abducting him, the traffickers tried all kinds of methods including beating, breaking and scratching, but they could not get him to let go.
He can't let go.
Dad's warmth remains on it.
Half a year later, under pressure from the Cheng Group, the case was successfully solved and Cheng Xi was rescued overnight. In the panic, the windmill didn't know where it was thrown.
And his little brother, who had accompanied him for more than two hundred nights, was also in such a hurry, without saying goodbye, scattered in the sea of people.
...
Being pulled into the whirlpool of memories, Cheng Xi shook his head for who knows how long. When his mind gradually cleared up, it was almost dusk.
He was the only one left in the villa.
As he wished, Cheng Liguo was gone.
After going to the bathroom and washing his face, Cheng Xi sat on the sofa, wanting to practice the dance from the first album, but felt he didn't have enough energy.
By the way - he suddenly remembered that Ostrovsky once said that the best way to solve unhappiness is to make others unhappy.
Cheng Xi quickly found Tao Shiyan!
orange:【Oppa】
Oppa responded quite quickly, Yan: [?]
orange:【The sun is setting here, how about you】
Tao Shiyan looked at the two sentences sent by the other party and always felt that something was wrong.
Yan:【We are in the same time zone】
orange:【Does that mean you are going to sunset too?】
orange: [Being able to enjoy the same sunset with Oppa is the happiest thing today]
Tao Shiyan glanced at this sentence, scrolled through the chat history in the morning, and finally discovered something was wrong.
There are no exclamation points, no wavy lines, and no various ugly expressions.
I guess I'm in a bad mood.
After waiting for a while, there was no reply. Cheng Xi knew that the other party was disgusted by him successfully and was even more bored. He was going to practice dancing in the dance studio upstairs.
As soon as I got up, a different notification tone came from my phone.
[Invite you to make a voice call]
Cheng Xi: "!!!"
Why is Tao playing the pronunciation?
Are you ready to fight with him on the phone if you can't say it by typing?!
...It doesn't matter, I'm kidding, we who play music can't compete with the ones who act? Cheng Xi rubbed his face and pressed the button fiercely.
"Hello?"
"It's me." The man's voice came from the other end of the phone. After being processed by the electric current, it became lower and more magnetic, making it especially pleasant to hear.
"I know," Cheng Xi confirmed, "Did you press it wrong?"
With a hoarse voice and a low tone, Tao Shiyan came to the conclusion: "No. Are you unhappy?"
Hearing this, Cheng Xi didn't react for a moment. He didn't understand where Tao Shiyan found out that he was unhappy, nor did he understand the intention of the other party's question.
He made an excuse: "I'm quite happy. It's probably because I'm hungry and don't have the energy to speak."
Tao Shiyan said "hmm" and said, "Where is your home?"
What for? Want to come to the door for a pk? Cheng Xi was confused and reported the address of the doorman.
Then the phone hung up.
Cheng Xi was silent for a moment, then went to the utility room to rummage through the cabinets and found a tennis racket that looked very painful to hit.
However, the tennis racket was of no use. Forty minutes later, the doorbell did ring. The person who came was not Tao Shiyan, but the doorman.
"Hello owner, your takeout was delivered to the wrong address and was delivered to the door."
Cheng Xi was confused.
After thanking his uncle, Cheng Xi took back a large bag full of takeout. He recognized the name of the restaurant on the takeout box. It was a private restaurant with a good reputation in Songjiang.
He remembered that the bullfrog pot and boiled Qingjiang fish were good, spicy and spicy, and very satisfying.
His mood subtly improved a little, and with anticipation, Cheng Xi ran to the dining room and placed the lunch box on the table.
Open one and cook cabbage with mushroom soup.
Open the second one, boil okra in mushroom soup.
Open the third one, boil small rapeseed in mushroom soup.
Everything is opened, the only difference is the boiled cabbage heart.
Cheng Xi: "..."
Cheng Xi: Ma Jingtao roars.jpg
...Tao Shiyan, I will fight with you as an immortal!!!