Chapter 470

Zongting feels so sleepy. All the words in front of him are in his ears, but he has no energy to think.

Obviously, the amount of information in these words is huge, but I'm too tired to be surprised. I'm so sleepy. It seems that something has occupied my body and all my thoughts, and I have no place to live.

"Let's see if it's you or I who are starving to death."

The woman picked up the broom again: "I have to kill you today!"

The strange boy on the ground also struggled to stand up. His eyes were always full of determination and pride he didn't have. He said decidedly, "come on, you'd better kill me today, or you'll end up worse tomorrow."

"Ah, I forget that the neighbors in all directions know that you are abusing me, and everyone knows that you are not normal. In their eyes, you may be mentally ill. When I die, you are the most suspected object. Are you addicted to drugs even if you have no disease? My dear mother, what do you think will happen to you? "

The other side stepped back, his eyes full of fear, and his broom fell to the ground. She shook her head and refused to deny: "no, you are not Zongting, you are definitely not Zongting."

The last word Zongting heard before he fell asleep was.

"Yes, I am not him, but from today on he will be protected by me."

Is that you Who the hell are you? Why are you in my life?

You have been protecting all my memories. Are you showing up when I can't do anything? Can you tell me, can you tell me, who are you?

In a trance, Zongting sees his mother who is gentle and good-natured. When he sees that he has been bullied, he is welcomed. The bullies choose him to be their boss.

Everything was as like as two peas. The whole thing was a layer of cellophane. The pavilion wanted to stretch out the hand, and the cellophane suddenly changed its color. He saw a man who was exactly the same as himself.

His eyes were cold and stubborn, and he looked arrogant and uninhibited. Zongting was stunned, and he drew back his hand with some fear. The man's eyes were full of injured looks. He turned up his mouth and laughed gently, and turned away from himself more and more.

Just a second, he began to regret, he wanted to grab each other's body, the more forward, but the more unable to move.

The harder he struggled, the more blurred the world around him became. Suddenly, with a struggle, Zongting sat up from his bed.

The sound and sunshine of the morning reminded him that he was still in the real world. He sat in a dazed silence for a while, rolled out of bed, and carefully looked at the lines on the palm of his hand for a few seconds.

Was it you that I saw last?

When I went downstairs, my father was still busy in the kitchen. He had been persuading the other party to hire a nanny. It would be a lot easier, but my father still insisted on cooking by himself. At least he had lived together for four or five years, and he changed every meal.

Father often said that only cooking can make the home full of home flavor.

Why did such a gentle and considerate man abandon his mother?

Zongting couldn't figure it out. Since he got home, this is also a problem they avoided. As soon as he sat down, a bowl of steaming noodles appeared in front of him. Zong Mu Tao pushed a cup of orange juice when he was sitting opposite him: "come and have a taste. I used to drink a few bowls when I went to Lanzhou, but now I make them myself by looking at the online tutorial."

"Authentic Lanzhou beef ramen, with orange juice can go greasy, eat to see."

He took a taste of chopsticks, crisp elastic teeth, especially chewy, fresh but not greasy: "it's no exaggeration to say that this bowl of noodles can be bought in a restaurant, my father's craft is really more and more sophisticated."

"Ha ha, I don't make this bowl of noodles for nothing with you. Eat it quickly."

He ate a big bowl, drank two cups of orange juice, and asked for a small bowl of soup by the way. When he was full, he collapsed on the sofa with his round stomach.

After finishing cleaning, Zong Mu Tao put on a clean and tidy suit. He rolled his sleeve and came to his son: "what's the matter, I still don't want to go to work?"

Looking up at his father, the latter said with a quick smile: "if you don't want to go, you won't go. You haven't had a holiday for two years since you entered the company. It doesn't matter if you have a rest this time."

"Father, can you talk to me?"

Zong Mu Tao, who was going to leave, came back again. He took off his hat and sat down beside him

"The role of father was originally the light on your growth road. I didn't fulfill my duty and didn't dare to disturb your world too much. Now you ask me to be really happy. Let's talk about it. What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about my mother."

Zong Mu Tao's smile suddenly solidified on his face. For a moment, it turned out that it only took a moment for a person to grow old. When he was dressed up, he was able to go out and tease the little girl's father. Suddenly, he became very old.

White hair, wrinkles and tired face, eyes always have a look of heart.

Looking at this appearance, Zongting suddenly some in the heart can't bear: "it doesn't matter, father, you don't say nothing."

"Life can not be full of escape, some things we must face, the wound is there to cover, can not always be good, we must cut off the scar can."

Zong Mu Tao licked his lips for a moment and didn't know how to say it: "in fact, your father was a little like you when he was young. He only knew how to work and was shy and didn't like to talk. I was a good man among four people, so I didn't have any experience in falling in love with girls."

"The first time I saw your mother was in a bar. Our project was completed for the first time, so we went there to relax. Just like Gu Li took you to play, I met your mother there."

Next, Zunmu Tao used a large number of words to compare the beauty of the girl. She looked forward to her laughter, but her eyes were like a blue moon lake. It was like Vitas who was born in the ocean foam.

My father almost threw all the words on her.

However, my mother in my memory can really bear such a title, so beautiful. Even if she is called cheap no matter how bad her character is, everyone will secretly admit that this cheap woman is really beautiful behind her back.

Zongting's appearance now comes from his mother.