C8

"Big brother, look." This is my mom bought me a schoolbag, how nice! A lot of them! There were also stationery cases, double-decked. Look, little mushroom eraser. "So many, many …" As soon as he got home, Cheng Cheng couldn't wait to spread these things on the table and introduce them to Cheng Hanlong. Cheng Hanlong clearly did not care at all. He threw away a lot of these things, yet he treated them like treasures. A small beggar was short-sighted.

"Good, good." Cheng Hanlong continued to stare at his computer screen without turning his head. One of the QQ messages was from Zheng Shantong, who wrote, "What do you think about Si Yang?" "Si Yang and I, who do you care more?" Boring, Cheng Hanlong twitched the corner of his mouth. He closed the chat page. He took two drops of eye drops and closed his eyes to rest. He could still hear Cheng Cheng's laughter in the other room.

I really don't know how a beggar can live so happily. He was always carefree when he was young! He remembered riding up to his father's neck to take a picture when he was a kid. And then there was no more intimate contact. It had been two months since he'd seen his father, and he wondered what treasures he'd get this time. But these things were less attractive to him as he grew older. He didn't even know what he wanted right now. Right, he didn't know how his dad would react when he saw a beggar asking for food. Cheng Hanlong thought, "I don't think he knows yet."

After a few days, Aunt Cheng brought Cheng Cheng to register. At first, Cheng Cheng was a little scared, but when he saw the teacher, he hid behind Aunt Cheng's legs. Fortunately, the preschool teacher was very gentle and called Cheng Cheng out patiently. Only then did Aunt Cheng walk away with a relieved heart.

Later on, his classmates brought him along with them everything they played with, and Cheng Cheng also slowly became lively. When he got home, he was sitting at his small table very seriously and was doing his homework. Cheng Hanlong couldn't help but feel happy when he saw his zealous expression. Those who thought that they didn't know actually thought that this was a child prodigy researching! As a result, he picked up the notebook and started to sing a little nursery rhyme. Every day since that day Cheng Cheng had wiped his own writing case, and every time he took a pencil he took it carefully. Each pencil was as long as the other, with its head to head sharpened and its feet to feet lined up in the writing case.

"Cheng Cheng, mom will take a vacation tomorrow. Mom will take you and your brother shopping to buy some clothes." Mom's going to buy you some nice clothes, okay? "

"No, mother, I don't want it!" Cheng Cheng refused flatly with a resolute expression.

"Why?" Aunt Cheng was a little puzzled. "Didn't you tell me two days ago that you like your class?" Mom will buy you something more beautiful than his. You don't have enough clothes. Besides, I like the way you wear it! "

"Mom, you're not right. Our teacher said that we shouldn't compete in terms of food and clothing, but in terms of studying. No matter how good the food or clothes were, it was useless. The key point was to get the students to learn. I wear beautiful clothes and the teacher will say I am. " Cheng Cheng said this in all seriousness. Aunt Cheng couldn't help but want to laugh when she heard a child say something that didn't match his age.

Cheng Hanlong came out of the room and heard the conversation. He walked up to Cheng Cheng and pointed at his head, "Look at your silly behavior. If you think your clothes are pretty, I'll cut two holes for you and show you your butt. "Can you?"

Cheng Cheng quickly shook his head. Cheng Hanlong was about to pull Cheng Cheng's pants when Cheng Cheng ran away in fright. Cheng Hanlong only made a few feints and stomped his feet a few times. He didn't chase after him at all. Finally, he ran back to Cheng Hanlong's side. Surprised, he said:

"Big brother, you're so awesome. You're even more awesome than the world's most awesome person. You still managed to catch up to me. How fast I ran! " Cheng Hanlong carried his head down and was so shocked that he started screaming.

In the end, Aunt Cheng still bought two sets of small clothes for Cheng Cheng. Cheng Cheng hugged his clothes for a while and then frowned. Mom, do you think the teacher will say anything about me? "

"No, teacher also likes cute kids." Aunt Cheng patted Cheng Cheng's head.

"Yes, it's like this." Cheng Cheng nodded, "Our class's teachers are biased towards Chen Lulu. They all say that she is the most beautiful girl in our class. Do you think I'd look better in your new clothes than Chen Lulu? "

"Silly child, how can boys compare to girls?" Aunt Cheng laughed.

"What about Little Fei? He's a boy. "

"You're much more handsome than he is."

"How much is more? Is it a hundred times stronger? " Cheng Cheng counted with his fingers.

"Yes, a thousand times more." Cheng Cheng's eyes widened in surprise and surprise when he heard that. "A thousand times, how nice would that be!?" This purchase is really worth it! " After saying that, Cheng Cheng went to look at himself in the mirror.

Aunt Cheng looked at his innocent and adorable appearance and felt that being the mother of such a child was very lucky. I really hope that he will never grow up, just like Cheng Hanlong did back then, to ask some childish questions, just trick him a little to scare him a little and he will obediently listen to me. At that time, the child did not have many thoughts, and all thoughts were straight. In front of him, no matter what he did, he would feel at ease and confident. Now Cheng Hanlong grew up day by day and had his own thoughts. As a mother, she started to feel a little scared. There were many things that could no longer be hidden!

In the classroom of No. 5 High School...

"Look, star!" All the students in the class looked out. A few girls had their faces pressed against the windows. A limousine was parked in front of the classroom. A young man walked out of the limousine. Since his appearance couldn't be seen with sunglasses on, he straightened his collar and walked to the classroom door and knocked on the glass.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. Teacher, I'm Cheng Hanlong's father. As time is limited, we can only invite him out now. " The teacher looked at the man and could not help but be surprised. No matter how he looked at it, he was only 20 years old. However, he was not worried when he saw Cheng Hanlong's sincere expression and indicated for him to go out and meet his father. The moment Cheng Hanlong walked out, the class started to boil. The discussion continued, and it took the teacher several knocks on the table to keep the commotion in check.

"Dad, did you need me for something?" Cheng Hanlong saw that his father, who was getting younger and younger, was getting a little annoyed for some reason. The more she felt like this, the further away she felt from her mother.

"My son is becoming more and more handsome. He's even more like your father back then." His father took off his glasses, revealing a face devoid of any trace of time. It reminded him of a time when his father went home, drunk, and threw himself on the bed. His whole body stretched out on the bed. At that time, a female teacher was doing home tutoring on Olympic mathematics for him, when he was talking about the golden division. In order to describe its beauty, the teacher pointed at Cheng Hanlong's father, who was sleeping on the bed without any image, and said, "Your brother's body shape is the perfect embodiment of the golden division."

Indeed, how could he be his father? He looked like a playboy who had yet to have a family in his 20s. Even if he could be a little uglier, a little poorer. As long as he could give me a hint of my father's aura, he would love him.

"Dad, have you gone to see my mom yet?"

"Your classmate is peeking at you from the window!" Cheng Hanlong's father smiled and lit up a cigarette.

"Dad, you really can interrupt us! How long are you going to keep fighting? Do you know that my mom is home all day …? "

"You really are not like my son at all. "I'm afraid that if I give you something good in the future, you won't even know how to use it." Cheng Hanlong was mercilessly cut off, but he was no longer in the mood to continue. He realized that no amount of talking would help the man in front of him.

"I'm leaving. I didn't bring anything for you this time, but we'll meet again soon. Goodbye, son!" He opened the car door and rolled up the window. Start off, and the car pulls away. The smell of tobacco was still around Cheng Hanlong. If he didn't smell this, he wouldn't have been able to sense that this person had come here before. He had hoped and lost again and again. He was already used to this kind of immutable law of emotions. He often asked himself: What am I waiting for? If what she had been waiting for as a child was a toy, then what about now?