This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Zong Yuan's idea is simple.

Become handsome, become confident, break away from Zhang Zhiliang, enter university, and stay away from high school.

Fu Xin looked at himself in the mirror unaccustomed to, with a clear eyebrow, the standard of a high school student's refreshing good-looking.

Zong Yuan nodded in satisfaction, touched Fu Xin's neck, picked up a few uncleaned hair strands from his neck, and Fu Xin shrank subconsciously, "Zong Yuan," he frowned, "I I'm not used to it."

Zong Yuan slapped him mercilessly on the back of the head, and the barber felt distressed for the hair that had spent a lot of money on, "I'm not used to it, I'm not used to being handsome."

It was noon when he got all this hairy. Zong Yuan took Fu Xin to eat, and 0046 suddenly said, "Zong Yuan's father is nearby."

Zong Yuan paused and asked the waiter to take Fu Xin to the box, "You wait for me, I'll buy a pack of cigarettes."

He walked out in a hurry.

Zong Yuanjun's face was stern, he went to buy some equipment nearby, and also brought a bottle of medical alcohol and a bottle of white wine. 0046 was strange, "You are going to give him disinfection after teaching him.

Zong Yuan sneered, "This thing works well, and its effect is not much worse than poison."

The medical alcohol sold in the pharmacy, Zong Yuan bought the 75-strength, and he blended it with white wine skillfully, at a level that made the drinker uncomfortable but absolutely no problem.

0046 led the way, they saw drunk father Fu Xin lying on the ground in an alley, Zong Yuan kicked him in the leg, "Even the rope is saved."

He patted Fu Xin's face without mercy, "Hey, wake up"

Father Fu Xin opened his eyes in a daze, and in the next second he was pouring wine into his mouth, and he went down half the bottle.

The wine smells very strange, Fu Xin's father just wanted to yell at him, and the next second he held his forehead with a headache, vomiting, flustered, and his head was aching. He pinched his throat, but he couldn't vomit anything when he wanted to vomit. His stomach was burning like fire. pain.

Zong Yuan watched coldly, 0046 frightened, "Really, really okay."

Zong Yuan threw the remaining half bottle of wine on the ground, "It's okay, I can't die."

He didn't plan to do anything with Dad Xin either, so he picked up the sack and put it on his head.

Father Fu Xin endured dizziness and stomachache, "Who are you, believe it or not, I call the police"

Zong Yuan held hemp rope in his hand, "You are Fu Dongqiang"

Fu Xin's father was shocked, thinking he came to ask for money, he squatted, "I am not"

He was wearing a sack, he hadn't seen anything just now, he wanted to run, he didn't have any energy, and he was sick.

Zong Yuan sneered, and slowly said, "I don't do business properly and do domestic violence. Heh, the person I don't understand is you. The alcoholic drinker just gave you a good drink, why don't you drink to death?"

Fu Dongqiang breathed a sigh of relief. It's not a debt collector. He is full of confidence and cursing. "It's your ass. What happened to me beating my son? Even if I beat him to death, it's mine. Advise you to let me go quickly, or you will look good"

Zong Yuan ruthlessly sprinkled the remaining half bottle of wine on him. Fu Dongqiang smelled the wine with a terrible headache and a bad feeling arose.

He suddenly heard the sound of a lighter.

Zong Yuan played with the lighter in his hand and sighed, "Look, this alley is too remote, and the wine on your body is flammable. No one will find out if you were burned to ashes."

0046 took a breath, "Zong Yuan"

Zong Yuan said with a smile, and looked indifferent, making people irritated in a cold sweat. Fu Dongqiang heard his seriousness. He seemed to smell the fire, shaking, and swallowing." No, no"

His frightened legs began to tremble.

Zong Yuan squatted next to him, fiddling with an empty lighter in his hand. This sound forced Fu Dongqiang into a two-fight battle. He asked, "What is your son's name?"

A cold sweat broke out on Fu Dongqiang's head, "Fu, Fu Xin"

"Oh, Fu Xin," Zong Yuan said, "Do you have a job?"

Fu Dongqiang's stomach hurts more, "No."

"No" the outside voice is still asking, "I haven't worked in a few years"

Fu Dongqiang was silent for a while, licking the crack in his mouth, "Seven years."

"That's not easy," Zong Yuan said without any emotion, "I can survive without a job for seven years. Drinking and eating did not delay you, your wife."

Fu Dongqiang was angry, "run away from a bitch"

"Oh," Zong Yuan said mercilessly, "then how did you survive these seven years?"

Fu Dong was stunned.

He survived, of course, on his own.

no.

They sell things when they have no money. In the past, their family lived in a large room with clear windows and more than 130 square meters. Then they sold furniture, sold everything that could be sold, and then sold the house.

What should I do if I run out of money?

Go back to get the money for Fuxin, drink, smoke, play cards, and eat. There are more days without money. If you have no money, you can either find Fuxin or borrow money.

Lived like this for seven years.

Fu Dongqiang squirmed his mouth, "Just, I survived."

Zong Yuan stood up, his footsteps went back and forth, he looked at Dad Fu Xin lying in the corner embarrassed, dirty, sloppy, timid, and irritable. He asked, "How did your son survive?"

Fu Dongqiang could not speak.

How did Fu Xin survive? Seven years ago, he was only ten years old, a child, no parents, no money, how could he survive?

Go to the street like a beggar to eat leftovers, pick up the food that others have eaten, and drink the leftover water that others drink.

If you don’t have food, you can bear it, and if you’re cold, you can bear it. If you don’t have any clothes to wear, then wear a few more. It’s okay if the clothes don’t fit.

It wasn't until he reached school age and compulsory education that he knew that food should not be picked up from the trash can, clothes should be fitted well, and money should be made, because learning costs money.

Then the teenagers started to do something within their power, picking up plastic bottles, picking up other children's workbooks that were filled with unnecessary work, and then using an eraser to clean them, and then use them happily.

Zongyuan asked him, "Do you know how your son survived?"

Fu Dongqiang woke up a little from his alcohol addiction, he was so flustered, he didn't know if it was a problem with alcohol, "I, I don't know"

Zong Yuan, "I'm going to be a 40-year-old person, but I'm going to grab the money my son made from picking up plastic bottles. It's really promising."

Fu Dongqiang's face was suddenly flushed under the sack.

This person's voice was young, and it sounded aloof, a young rich man said something like that, like a slap in the face of Fu Dongqiang.

Fu Dongqiang trembled and said, "You, what do you know"

"Ok"

"It’s all her fault that the stinky lady, who took the money and ran away with other men. My money was ruined. This bitch, I’m not too much to treat my son like that. I **** gave him up."

Zong Yuan nodded, "You have a good idea. According to your idea, I am not happy today. I just happened to meet you. That can only be considered bad luck for you. Who makes me unhappy"

Zong Yuan's voice became cold, "Don't **** make other excuses, why don't you say yourself"

"You are unemployed, you don't want to make progress, your wife ran away, and you would only hide at home and beat your teenage son. You drink, smoke, and play cards. You are a vampire. Fortunately, your parents died early, otherwise they would all I will **** you to death."

"You are just a trash."

"You said that when you die, no one wants to give you a tear or two"

Zong Yuan's words hit people's hearts, and Fu Dongqiang's eyes turned red. When he was angry, his head became more and more painful, ""

On the contrary, nothing could be said.

Zong Yuan kicked him in the leg, lightly, but full of insults, "Oh, you think, if you die here today, who will know"

Father Fu Xin's head is getting dizzy and dizzy, Zong Yuan's voice is low, as if hypnotized, "You will only leave a piece of soil, and when the wind blows, nothing is left."

Fu Dongqiang shuddered.

He was substituted by Zongyuan’s words. Will anyone find out if I die?

People who drink alcohol usually don’t care about his appearance, people who owe debts will just curse and will not shed a tear for him, his son is his son.

His son might not shed a tear.

Who would shed tears for such a father?

Fu Dongqiang thought muddledly, Zong Yuan threw the empty wine bottle into a nearby trash can, looked back at Fu Dongqiang, and left.

0046 surprised, "that's it"

Zong Yuan rolled his eyes, "Is it possible that I will kill him"

He returned to the hotel downstairs, and went in after smoking a cigarette. Fu Xin stood by the window and turned to look at him for the first time. Zong Yuan glanced at the empty dining table and said, "Not yet ordered."

Fu Xin shook his head, "Waiting for you." He walked a few steps toward Zong Yuan, but suddenly smelled of alcohol.

Fu Xin stopped for a while and said silently, "Why have you been there for so long?"

Zong Yuan asked the waiter outside the door to bring in the menu and flipped through, "Ah, I went to the bathroom by the way."

Fu Xin frowned slightly, "You lied."

Zong Yuan looked up at him, Fu Xin looked determined, he raised his eyebrows with interest, "Why did I lie?"

Fu Xin leaned over and leaned on Zong Yuan to smell. Zong Yuan let him sniff and sniff, calmly and jokingly, "Dog nose."

Fu Xin smelled his hand, "You have been drinking."

"No," Zong Yuan retorted frankly, "I just accidentally got some wine on my hand."

Fu Xin grabbed Zong Yuan's two hands, and his whole body was lying on Zong Yuan. He slowly moved up, Zong Yuan's enthusiasm could touch him, "I can't smell it."

There was still a smell of smoke in Zong Yuan's mouth, indeed there was no hint of alcohol.

Fu Xin nodded, "No."

"Then you can't go down yet"

Only when Fu Xin noticed this posture, his cheeks were slightly red, and he stood up straight with his hands and feet, "I'm sorry."

Zongyuan saw his red face and pointed out, "You blush."

Fu Xin touched his face, feeling a little hot. He nervously pinched the cuffs of his clothes and changed the subject, "Let's eat."

Zongyuan didn't let him go, "Why are you blushing?"

Fu Xin pretended not to hear.

Fu Dongqiang was nestled in the corner. He thought a lot. It was strange that the more headache he got, the more he thought, but he still thought very clearly. He thought of when Fu Xin was born, when his family was happy, and he still had another one. A hard and fulfilling job, a virtuous wife, lovely children, everything is a template to satisfy an ordinary man’s ordinary life, but

He lay for several hours, and was blown by the cold wind for several hours. The burning pain in his stomach has faded, and the dizziness has also subsided. There is a strong smell of alcohol all over his body, and he is silent in the smell of alcohol. .

For a long time, he opened the hedging sack, and there was no one in the box, and there was a stray doghouse licking around by the trash can.

He watched the stray dog ​​for a moment and limped out of the alley.

Zongyuan took Fu Xin to the alley where he usually broke up. He waved, "See you tomorrow."

Fu Xin gave a hum. He turned around and walked home until his back was gone. He walked slowly, took out his own drawing book, and wrote seriously on the penultimate page, first from last. The page is full.

Those are all Zong Yuan's kindness to him. He clearly remembers every meal and every bottle of water, and every word is full of indescribable happiness.

He owes Zong Yuan, and the two of them are related.

This intimate, unbreakable connection is cherished and written on this book that is less than a palm.

When Fu Xin returned home, the door lock had been unlocked, his expression turned cold, and he pushed open the door blankly.

Unexpectedly, a messy room did not appear.

Fu Dongqiang sat on the sofa in the living room, silently facing Fu Xin who opened the door.

Fu Xin's voice was cold, "I have no money."

Fu Dong swallowed hard, his voice was husky and eroded by alcohol, and even his words were full of alcohol, "I, I plan to quit drinking."

"Oh," Fu Xin walked in the door with an indifferent expression, put down the things in his hand, passed his dad into the bedroom, and suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and stared at Fu Dongqiang, his eyes were dark and bright, "The smell of alcohol on you"

"I didn't drink it," Fu Dongqiang said, "It was someone else splashed on me."

He just smelled this smell on Zong Yuan.

Fu Dongqiang squeezed his hands, his muscles violent with excitement, "I, I said that if you really stop drinking, you must stop drinking."

People are always emotional.

Fu Xin just looked at Fu Dongqiang like this, not happy or angry, looking at it emotionally, "Oh."

He obviously didn't believe it.

People who have been drinking alcohol for seven years suddenly said that they want to give up drinking. Several people would believe that Fu Dongqiang looked at Fu Xin's back when he was about to return to the room, and understood in their hearts that he wiped his face and smiled bitterly, "Son, Dad, I'm sorry."

He's really not a thing

Fu Xin's footsteps.