Back to the Years When My Father Was in School

Shu Mengfei almost fainted when she heard the words "Wolfhearts and Dogs Lungs".

In the eyes of the students around, she has always been excellent, diligent, beautiful and kind. She is regarded as an innocent and inspirational goddess. Everyone likes her very much. No one has ever said such serious words to her.

"You are too insulting!" Shu Mengfei's eyes were red, and his whole body trembled, as if he had been wronged by the heavens.

Lu Yan did not change her face, and continued: "If you think this is an insult, then I tell you, when you are a girlfriend and enjoy all the resources and benefits that Lu Zhen brings to you, please be a girl. Friend's conscious, don't eat in the bowl and look in the pot."

"you…"

Shu Mengfei took a step forward.

Lu Zhen immediately pulled Lu Yan behind him, fearing that Shu Mengfei would hurt someone because of his anger.

His instinctive reaction made Shu Mengfei unacceptable. Lu Zhen, who spoiled her and loved her as usual, would actually protect the girl who slandered her.

"Don't you say a word!" Shu Mengfei looked at Lu Zhen in disbelief: "Let her say that to me?"

Lu Zhen was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Lu Yan always quarreled with him and made troubles, but he didn't expect to defend him at critical times.

To be honest, he was very moved.

"Actually...she was right."

Lu Zhen forced out this straight man's quotation in a low voice, and successfully angered Shu Mengfei away.

After sulking her away, Lu Zhen started to sulking with herself again.

Lu Yan looked at Lu Zhen's dejected look and knew that he actually cared about Shu Mengfei in his heart.

He has always been a man of affection, otherwise he wouldn't marry him for more than 20 years after his mother's death.

After all, as a handsome president who was in a high position in his prime, many women from all walks of life showed good wishes to him, squeezing their heads and wanting to be Lu Yan's mother.

But Lu Zhen never looked at them more.

Although the woman named Jian Yao died young, she might not have thought that she possessed the loyalty of Lu Zhen's life.

Liang Ting walked over, and Lu Zhen glanced at him uncomfortably: "Who asked you to bring her here? Jing made trouble for Lao Tzu."

Liang Ting smiled heartlessly: "I think my goddaughter said nothing wrong, Shu Mengfei was a bit...what, white-eyed wolf."

"You still say it!"

Lu Zhen was anxious and was always scolding Liang Ting, but she didn't blame Lu Yan at all. Liang Ting was quite aggrieved, saying that the disaster was caused by Lu Yan. What are you scolding me for.

Lu Zhen glanced at Lu Yan, the little girl was standing against the wall, her delicate eyebrows gathered slightly, she was quite innocent when she pulled the corners of her clothes, and completely lost her arrogant appearance that had just been unreasonable.

He was about to open his mouth to curse symbolically, but he didn't want the little girl to jump directly into his arms, hugged his waist, and muttered, "My dad was dumped, so pitiful."

Lu Zhen:...

The little girl comforted him, "It's okay, bye bye bye bye, and the next one will be better."

She patted him on the back so hard that she almost shot him internal injuries.

Lu Zhen coughed and pulled her hand away: "Behave you."

Lu Yan pressed her white egg face to his chest, closed her eyes, her dark eyelashes were thick and curled, and she shuddered slightly, hugging him tightly, cheering him on.

It didn't seem to be making fun of him, but it really seemed to feel sorry for him.

"It's okay, the road will be long in the future. As long as Dad cheers up and becomes a better version of himself, there will definitely be good girls who like Dad."

For example, her mother.

The little girl patted him on the back while talking about heart-warming chicken soup. This made Lu Zhen feel that the pain of losing his love just now has been relieved a lot, and his heart was gradually occupied by another moving and warm force.

No matter what kind of anger or grievance outside, in fact family talent is his ultimate harbor.

Lu Zhen rubbed the broken bangs in front of Lu Yan's forehead: "Okay, it's a big deal, let's break up, what's the big deal."

"It would be great for you to cheer up."

Lu Zhen looked at Liang Ting and Qin Hao, and said solemnly: "This time the basement is on fire, our brothers are seriously injured, and we owe people a debt. We have to find a way to get some money."

"Didn't Shen Kuo say that he would help us pick out the guy who set fire?"

"Believe in him, it will be a ghost, maybe he is the thief who shouts to catch the thief!"

"That's not enough." Liang Ting analyzed rationally: "I still believe in him. He will not promise to do anything lightly. As long as he agrees, he will definitely do well."

Lu Zhen disagrees: "It is better to rely on yourself than on anyone. From now on, we have to find a way to make money."

Lu Zhen has now been cut off by his father. Although Meng Zhining helped him repay most of the money from the burnt landlord, there is still part of the money borrowed by him and Liang Ting from relatives and friends, and the money must also be repaid.

Lu Yan asked curiously, "Dad, how many people do you owe?"

Lu Zhen shook his fingers and counted. Ten fingers couldn't count. Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Oh, it's none of your little girl's business, you don't care."

Lu Yan frowned and sighed, "It's...it's self-inflicted."

That afternoon, Shen Kuo walked out of school after work and saw a pink bicycle locked at the door of the car dealership at the street.

He looked at the car dealership, but did not see Lu Yan.

At the door, the dealer’s owner and the repairman were discussing how to deal with the car—

"This car is 90% new and the brand is good. Young people like it. It's okay to sell it at a high price."

"That girl was also in a hurry for money just now, and it was sold for two hundred yuan. Let's hang at least three hundred."

"Three hundred, kidding, don't even think about it without five hundred."

…

Shen Kuo frowned, knowing that Lu Yan loved the bicycle and wiped it every day, so the bicycle always kept as new.

Needless to think about it, why she sold that bicycle.

Shen Kuo touched his trouser pocket, and he still had money.

However, the idea of ​​buying a bicycle was fleeting.

absurd.

Why does he play the romantic tricks of those rich young masters, and what qualifications does he have to be as poor as him?

…

Shen Kuo turned to leave, took two steps, and heard someone ask: "This bike is beautiful, how much is it?"

"five hundred."

"It's too expensive, I bought it for 400, as a birthday present for my daughter."

Before the boss of the car dealer spoke, Shen Kuozhe returned, took out five hundred yuan and threw the bicycle away from the store with a calm face.

In the sunset, he pushed a pink bicycle and walked in a bumpy alley.

He is tall, pushing a small and exquisite bicycle, with his shoulders slightly slumped, and he looks very unsuitable.

Occasionally there are a few naughty children standing on the ground with their knees on one foot, hitting each other with their knees, playing a game of "bullfighting".

They saw Shen Kuo coming, stopped the game, and looked at the bicycle in his hand, with a look of eagerness in his eyes.

At that time, the biggest dream of every child was to own a bicycle of his own, but not all families could afford it.

Shen Kuo pushed the bicycle in front of the door on the first floor of the Tonglou, then took a clean rag, and wiped the bicycle from the body to the tires. Everywhere was very bright.

He has a serious look, and his eyes are gentler than ever before.

A cough came from inside the door—

"Small, are you back?"

"Um."

Shen Kuo cleaned the rag and hung it on the wire on the sink, then went into the house and took the medicine jar, walked to the yard, and put the dried Chinese medicine in the yard.

Father Shen Jianxun walked out tremblingly from the room.

His face was dry and thin, and even the whites of his eyes were dry yellow with some stains, and the pupils of his eyes were very cloudy.

He crouched and sat on a chair, holding an old pu fan in his hand, so thin that he could blow it down in a gust of wind.

"The medicine is too bitter." Shen Jianxun's voice was dry, and he coughed when he spoke.

Shen Kuo poured the boiled Chinese medicine into a bowl and handed it to his father. At the same time, he took out the lung-clearing Sydney pear from the room and carefully peeled it.

At home, he doesn't talk much, but does a lot of things.

Father is ill, and the housework is basically handled by him.

Shen Jianxun sighed: "Sometimes I feel that I don't need to take medicine. I can't bear to drag you down for so many years."

Shen Kuo handed Sydney to Shen Jianxun and said quietly: "Don't say this, it will be better."

"I have asked the doctor, pneumoconiosis can't be cured."

"It will be cured." Shen Kuo said stubbornly: "Not now, but later."

Shen Kuo has always been like this since he was a child. He believes that things will not change. After so many years of hard growth, he has become more stubborn and more tolerant. It is like a tight string, and I don’t know when it will break. .

"By the way, the neighbor's Aunt Chen came here today."

Shen Kuo's eyes were cold: "What is she doing again."

"I cleaned the house and bought some vegetables." Shen Jianxun said cautiously, "She is a good person."

Good guy?

Shen Kuo doesn't think so. It's too early to be unprofitable. No one in this world will treat you nicely for no reason.

During this period of time, the neighbor’s widow Chen Yueqin came to the house to be extremely diligent. She must have seen Shen Jian running out of anger and eyeing his life-saving compensation for work-related injuries.

Shen Kuo locked the gate of the courtyard and said stiffly: "Next time she will come back and drive her away."

"Reach out your hand and don't hit the smiley person." Shen Jianxun said in a low voice, "What I said."

"If you don't drive her away, let me see, I will sweep her out."

Shen Jianxun sighed deeply, turned his head and saw the bicycle by the door, and asked, "Whose car is that?"

"I bought it." Shen Kuo explained casually.

"This is... the bike a girl rides?"

"Um."

Shen Kuo didn't give too much explanation, and Shen Jianxun did not follow up.

He knows his son very well, and Shen Kuo rarely does anything willful, especially when it comes to spending money, he is extra cautious.

Shen Jianxun guessed that this beautiful bicycle might be a gift. After all, his son is at the right age of youth.

"Is that the female classmate who passed by the house last time?"

Shen Kuo didn't answer, so he acquiesced.

"Next time, ask her to come in and sit down."

Shen Kuo lowered his eyes, washed the long slender knife, wiped the water with a paper towel, and put it away—

"She won't come again."

The family disciple is surrounded by walls, he will not let her into the house, this is his dignity.

"I don't interfere with your affairs, and you shouldn't interfere with my affairs with Aunt Chen, okay?" Shen Jianxun said to Shen Kuo in a negotiating tone.

Shen Kuo grinned.

His business...

He and Lu Yan will do nothing.