Before becoming familiar with Teacher Su, Feng Xiulan had always been a loner.
And his mobile phone address book was also barren. How barren was it? There was not a single phone number. This caused Student Feng to be stunned when he heard his cell phone ringing.
The sweet piano sound was still playing, and the number displayed on the screen was from Hong Kong.
After Feng Xiulan saw the string of numbers on the screen, he didn't hesitate at all. He just put the phone back in his pocket, didn't hang up, but didn't refuse to listen, and just let it be noisy.
Tan Zhao has a very good memory. He only glanced at the phone number and understood why Feng Juvenile didn't answer the phone.
This is Secretary He's phone number.
The plaster had just been removed, and Feng Xiulan's walking posture was still a bit awkward. By the time they walked out of the hospital one after another, the phone had rang five times, and they persisted in calling again soon.
Feng Xiulan finally answered the phone with an impatient expression.
On the other end, it was not Secretary He's voice, but the slightly deep and urgent voice of a middle-aged man: "Feng Xiulan, where are you!"
Feng Juvenile's hand holding the phone suddenly froze, and his whole body tensed up instantly, like a bow that was tightened instantly, but his voice was very calm, without any waves: "I thought, you
I don’t care about this kind of thing.”
"I don't care where you are, come back to my old house immediately."
The voice on the other end dropped and the phone was hung up.
This does not sound like a conversation that a father and son should have, but this is indeed a father and son, how ironic.
Feng Xiulan looked at the black screen of his mobile phone with a mocking smile on his face. In fact, he no longer looked forward to the so-called family affection in his heart, but... he was still unwilling to accept it after all.
Grandma told him not to hate. Teacher Su said he was gentle, but in fact, his heart was full of hate.
He hates the Feng family, everyone.
"Let's go. If you don't want to go, the teacher will take you to relax."
Of course Feng Xiulan didn't want to go, and he wouldn't go. When he returned to the gate of the community from the "half-day trip to Hong Kong on a budget", he was still blocked by Secretary He.
Secretary He still looked like an elite and said to Feng Xiulan: "Master Xiulan, please." After saying that, he respectfully opened the door of the back seat of Feng Xiulan.
Feng Xiulan walked straight into the community. He didn't even bother to ask the secretary.
"Master Xiulan, please don't embarrass us."
The good mood of removing the plaster today was finally gone. Feng Xiulan's fists were clenched tightly and he wanted to start a fight, but he knew that it had nothing to do with Secretary He and that someone else had given the order.
"Do you need a teacher to go with you?"
Just when Secretary He was about to refuse, Feng Xiulan had already taken the lead and said, "No, I can handle it. Don't worry, Teacher Su."
Tan Zhao stood at the gate of the community and watched the car drive past the street entrance in the distance, then merged into the traffic flow and disappeared.
System: Host, this doesn’t seem like your style.
What is Tan Zhao's style? If this matter was to be left in the world, he must have taken action long ago. He is used to doing whatever he wants. Like this kind of unscrupulous parents, he fixes one when he sees one, and fixes two when he sees two.
But how to say it?
[Young man Feng is arrogant and arrogant. This is his family matter. Don’t look at him preparing to leave Xiangzhen secretly. He is harboring evil thoughts in his heart.]
System: So what?
[He doesn’t want anyone to interfere, including me.]
System: ...then Chang H’s parents, you’re going to intervene?
[That's different, and do you think what I said is of much use?]
System: Ah? Your human minds are really complicated.
According to the system's data analysis, Chang H's situation is indeed what his host said. Since it is true, why don't Chang H's parents agree? Is it difficult to admit that his daughter is excellent? In the eyes of the system, excellent moral character,
It is far more important than excellent grades.
The system says it doesn't understand.
Is it complicated? It is indeed quite complicated. Love is real, and scolding is also real. Maybe Chang H’s parents listened to it on the spot, but if Chang H’s exam ranking drops further next time, maybe they will do it behind his back.
She blamed him for being nosy, and said that it was no wonder that the class he taught was so bad.
Therefore, he probably can only hope that classmate Chang H will be more forceful next time so that the effect of his words can last longer.
Tan Zhao glanced at the moonlight, then walked slowly into the community.
On the other side, Feng Xiulan was already standing at the door of the Feng family's old house.
The Feng family is very famous in Hong Kong. The old house is majestic and looks like a majestic giant beast in the night. Although Feng Xiulan's surname is Feng, he has no sense of familiarity with this place.
As the son of the owner of this house, he does not have a room here, and he can count the number of times he has been here on one hand. He is even more like an outsider than the messy relatives of the Feng family.
"Master Xiulan, please."
Feng Xiulan was wearing the dark blue uniform of No. 3 Middle School, standing in the splendid hall of the old house, looking particularly out of place.
"All day long, I'm not doing anything right! I just know how to fight, and you won't answer the phone calls from your elders. Is this what your grandma taught you?" Father Feng came down from the circular staircase, wearing an exquisite high-end suit.
, he is obviously nearly fifty years old, but he still has a tall and straight figure, and his handsome face is full of anger at this time.
Feng Xiulan and Feng Datun were not nicknamed for nothing. Hearing this, he laughed: "After all, my biological parents didn't teach me, what else can you expect my grandmother to teach me?"
"You bastard! Your mother knew that you had a fight with someone and someone broke your leg. She was so worried that she became sick!"
"It's none of my business if she's sick!"
"Okay, you have strong wings! You have learned bad things from outsiders, and you still want to...want to inherit the Feng family? I think you are just dreaming!"
Feng Xiulan kept looking at Father Feng. This was his biological father, but he had never educated him for a day. At this moment, he was scolding him righteously, as if he had been brought up by his side since he was a child. How shameful was he?
!
"I never have dreams like this." Feng Xiulan had already guessed that it would be such a scene, but he was still disgusted. "If nothing happens, then I will leave."
"Stop! Your mother is worried about you..."
Feng Xiulan seemed to have heard some fantasy: "Worried? Her worries really came late enough."
"Shut up!" Father Feng was so angry that he lost half of his self-control. His wife was his only softness. He did not allow anyone to hurt his wife, even if this person was his biological son. "Who do you think your life is?"
Give it! Don’t think that you can do whatever you want now that you have grown up. Do you think who paid for it when you have grown up? It’s me and your mother! You hit so many people, who settled it for you! It’s me
!What’s that look in your eyes!”
"Hey." Feng Xiulan turned around with an indescribably complicated expression, "The house I live in now was left to me by my grandma. My food and clothing expenses from childhood to adulthood were all from grandma's money. You and that
Do you think I will use a woman’s money?”
"Why do I fight with people? Don't you know? Didn't you really guess who broke my leg? It's so high-sounding. If you really want to beat me to death, just beat me to death.
."
"You-" Father Feng had already raised his hand.
At this time, Feng Xiulan was as sharp as a hedgehog: "If you can't do it, then I'll leave. Whether you like to coax that woman or not, it has nothing to do with me. I haven't been your son since I was a child, right?"
"Xiu Lan..."
On the stairs, a woman called out softly at some point. She was wearing a white cheongsam. Due to the proper maintenance, she still had a bit of girlishness at her age. At this time, she looked at her strange son and almost shed tears.
.
Father Feng immediately came forward and said, "You are still sick. Why did you come down here? Why are you still so impatient?" His tone was completely different from the one just now.
Love is really a terrible thing. If love in the world were like this, Feng Xiulan would never want to be contaminated by it in his life.
"Xiu Lan, your dad is just talking, how could he be willing to beat you?" Feng's mother patted her husband, took two steps forward and said, coughing twice, looking weak.
Feng Xiulan looked at the concern on Feng's mother's face and suddenly smiled evilly: "Really? Then my legs were broken. Why didn't he send those who paid to break my legs to prison for me?"
Feng's mother has always been a "kind" person. She doesn't like to hear talk of being sent to prison. She frowned when she heard this: "I heard from your father that they are only seventeen years old.
I know they were wrong, my Xiulan is a kind child, I will definitely forgive them, right?"
Feng Xiulan's resentment towards the eldest brother of the Feng family suddenly disappeared. He had not had much contact with him before, but now he realized that living with parents with such magical views must not be normal.
If it were Teacher Su, what would he say to fight back? Feng Xiulan thought for a moment and said, "Then if I break your legs, will you forgive me?"
"..." Mother Feng began to cover her face and cry.
Feng's father immediately became furious and opened his mouth to take action against the family.
"You actually have the nerve to ask me to forgive them for something you don't even think about, and you're so kind and not kind. It's so funny!" Feng Xiulan had a ruthless energy in him, which was nurtured by his long-term fights with others.
You have the nerve to ask about family law. I'm not in your household registration book, so what kind of family law can you use? I haven't charged you with abandonment yet!"
"you--"
This was one of the few opportunities for Feng Xiulan to see his parents, and it was the first time that he was so happy. However, after the happiness, he felt an indescribable emptiness.
How fierce he was just now, now he feels so empty in his heart.
He is a child who is not expected by his parents, and he knows it more clearly than at this moment.
He thought that these two people would be selfish, but he didn't expect that they would be so selfish and self-righteous. It would be great if he was not their child.
"Why are you sitting here? Isn't it cold?"
Feng Xiulan was sitting on the stairs. The door behind him creaked. The soft light in the room floated out, and there was a tall and warm figure.