GBT Chapter 26
by VolareWhat Shangming Yuan or something? Liang Dong jumped up, “Shangming Yuan?!”
It must be there.
Although he hadn’t been there himself, he had heard his older sister mention it a few times. Qi Zi Zhi, whom she had been trying to pursue, lived there.
Does the Shen family’s big shot live in the same complex as Qi Zi Zhi?
Unlikely.
Shangming Yuan was most likely the residence of one of his lovers. Then why call An-ge over?
Could it be that this lover is another classmate of An-ge?
Could this bloody drama not be over?
Liang Dong thought about it in a mess for a while, but couldn’t figure anything out, “Um, An-ge, your father’s side…”
“You, don’t worry about it.” Shen Er An lowered his eyes and caressed the phone case.
Liang Dong stuttered, “An-ge, did I do something wrong?”
Shen Er An didn’t speak.
Liang Dong’s face flushed, agitated. At that time, An-ge fell down the stairs, his face covered in blood, clutching his phone, flipping through the call history to find a number. He found it, tapped it, but didn’t dial out.
The note on that number was just one word.
– Shen.
When Liang Dong saw that “Shen” character, the first thing he thought of was the head of the Shen family.
A father’s identity comes with a powerful halo. Even if he’s incompetent, he’s still that role.
When a child hurts, they look for their father.
That’s an instinctive emotion. That’s how Liang Dong understood it.
So Liang Dong was drenched in a surge of enthusiasm, and he helped An-ge dial.
Now Liang Dong felt that he hadn’t understood An-ge’s thoughts correctly. An-ge was injured and instinctively wanted to call his father, but hesitated to dial out, perhaps for other reasons.
Speaking of which, what was An-ge’s father thinking, damn it, calling him over so late at night, not saying what it was about, and not even asking about his injuries. Truly, the wealthy have no compassionate fathers.
Fortunately, his family was just nouveau riche, not some famous and wealthy family, without so much enticing, maddening, fratricidal family property.
Liang Dong came back to his senses, and the person next to him was gone. He got up and chased after him, “Hey, An-ge, your head is still bleeding—”
Shen Er An walked very fast.
Liang Dong gasped and said, “Let me go to Shangming Yuan with you.”
Shen Er An shook his head.
Liang Dong knew that An-ge had already made up his mind and wouldn’t change it. He clicked his teeth and worried like an old father, “Then treat the wound on your head.”
“No need, I’m in a hurry.” Shen Er An said each word clearly, taking even bigger steps, and he started running.
A teenager whose figure was already starting to become sturdy ran under the stars and moon, against the wind, brushing past the shadows of trees, his face full of blood and cold, his mind who knows where it had flown.
Liang Dong wiped his face. An-ge originally didn’t attend evening self-study, he was a day student, but recently he suddenly started attending evening self-study, filling it up like a boarding student, and even being the last to leave the classroom.
An-ge’s grades and brains didn’t need him to work so hard. It seemed that he didn’t want to be idle.
Liang Dong was nagged by his father, who instilled in him the situation of the Shen family every day, the situation of South City, and how good the relationship between the Nan Shen and West Qi families was, plus his older sister running to make trouble for the future Mrs. Shen, Qi Shuang. He even had the thought of becoming a monk, and didn’t have much time to talk to An-ge.
Who knew that An-ge would be so distracted tonight, stepping on air and falling down the stairs.
His head was broken, and his face was also bruised and swollen.
That was the second time An-ge had been injured in the second half of this year, an unlucky year.
Was An-ge’s luck about to usher in a major reversal?
Liang Dong swayed from one street lamp to the next, thinking that An-ge’s face had to be insured.
“Damn…”
“Damn, damn, damn!”
What’s going on, what the hell is going on? The class advisor said that Jiao Bai Xiao Chao Rou had taken sick leave, and the return date was uncertain, and nothing else was known. An-ge was also all kinds of weird, with extremely complex symptoms.
One or two, neither of them were easy to deal with.
It was the end of the year, and there was always a kind of stifling feeling before the storm.
Liang Dong took out his phone and dialed Jiao Bai, but it prompted that it was turned off. No matter when he dialed, it was these few words.
Taking sick leave and not using his phone, that’s also strange.
Maybe tomorrow when he goes to school, that Chao Rou will be sitting in his seat, Liang Dong realized his thoughts, and he looked like he had eaten half a fly in his roujiamo, I’m really bored to death.
Hmph, that guy is dirty, who knows what disease he has.
Shen Er An took a taxi to Shangming Yuan, and it was his roommate, whom he had been worrying about all day, who opened the door for him.
“You…”
“What happened to you?”
Shen Er An’s voice was interrupted, and what came at him was a cherry pit from Jiao Bai’s mouth.
Jiao Bai spat out the pit in surprise.
Shen Er An bent down and picked up the small cherry pit that hadn’t been completely eaten, with a bit of purplish-red juice on it, and held it in his hand. The hard and soft texture was embedded in his fingers.
Half of Shen Er An’s face in front of Jiao Bai was scraped, covered in dust, and swollen into a steamed bun. There was also blood in his hair. This miserable state made him very confused, “Did someone make trouble for you again?”
Shen Er An shook his head slightly, “No.”
“I fell.” he said.
Jiao Bai was stunned, “How could you be so careless?” Such a good-looking face, really.
Shen Er An faced Jiao Bai, lowering his head to see his black hair, harmless drooping eyes, and bloodless lips.
Footsteps came from inside the house, and Shen Ji’s tall figure appeared in the corridor, sternly saying, “If you’re not coming in, what are you blocking the door for?”
Jiao Bai didn’t know what tricks the old thing was playing, he mouthed to Shen Er An, “Later, watch my expression.”
Shen Er An’s breathing was full of the smell of medicine on him.
He’s lost a lot of weight. Shen Er An thought.
“Did you hear me?” Jiao Bai made a very small sound.
Shen Er An looked at his serious and dark eyes and nodded blankly.
The mess in the living room hadn’t been cleaned up, the lamps, sofas, bookshelves, famous paintings, etc., were just spread out on the ground like this, and the lights in this area had witnessed what kind of brutal treatment they had suffered, the dead died, the crippled crippled.
The culprit was sitting on the lounge chair on the balcony, his sharp eyes penetrating the smoke and falling on the two children standing side by side.
One was nineteen, the other seventeen, two years apart, both in their youthful years, both hadn’t yet stepped onto the first crossroads of their lives, too young.
Initially, he was their connection point.
Later, he was removed.
They spared the empty seat he left behind and became classmates, in front of and behind each other, roommates, and even shared hardships.
Deeply touching.
Shen Ji noticed that his son was looking at his little dog, he shook the cigarette in his fingers, took a puff, and his handsome eyebrows seemed to have a storm gathering, or perhaps there was no wind or waves.
After that, he slowly let out smoke from his cold, thin lips, and his gaze also shifted to his little dog.
Old Shen and Little Shen didn’t say a word, all four eyes were focused on Jiao Bai.
Jiao Bai suddenly smelled something called awkwardness.
Too awkward.
This second was more awkward than the previous second, more and more awkward, and this kind of awkwardness was something he only had when watching certain bloody comics…
Jiao Bai covered his face and rolled his eyes, what the hell is this Little Horse Literature about to be staged?
Crazy, right?
“You guys talk, you talk.” Jiao Bai originally wanted to take care of Shen Er An, but with this atmosphere, what was there to take care of!
Slip away, slip away.
But Jiao Bai only took one step when a cold wind blew from behind him.
“Stop.” Shen Ji ordered.
Jiao Bai was about to get angry on the spot, thinking that Shen Er An was here, he couldn’t scare this child, he held it back, and said with a chuckle, “I have to pee.”
Shen Ji pointed to the open space in front of him, “Come over, pee here.”
Jiao Bai: “…”
You’re ruthless.
Jiao Bai was only focused on being shocked by the old thing’s shamelessness, and didn’t capture the change in Shen Er An’s emotions next to him.
Shen Er An stood with his eyes lowered, no one saw the surprise and confusion in his eyes.
The way Jiao Bai and that person interacted…
Shen Er An frowned slightly, a look of worry emerging in his eyes.
The silence in the living room was broken by the sound made by Jiao Bai. He couldn’t stand still and wanted to find a place to sit, and his slippers stepped on a postcard on the ground.
That postcard didn’t know which of Shen Ji’s lovers had left it, and the front was the gate of the school that Jiao Bai wanted to apply to. That was probably also the ideal university of the postcard’s owner.
Jiao Bai wanted to take a look at the postcard, but he couldn’t bend down, afraid of the pain.
A hand reached over and picked up the postcard for him.
Shen Er An patted the small, dried flowers on the postcard and handed it to Jiao Bai.
Shen Ji took in the interaction between the two, he crossed his legs and leaned his sturdy, broad back against the lounge chair, “Shen Er An.”
A father calling his son’s full name, his tone indifferent.
The son didn’t have half a point of loss or sadness, obviously already used to this attitude, including his injuries on his head and face being ignored.
“Don’t you want to know how your classmate is,” Shen Ji treated him like an incompetent subordinate, “Now the person is right in front of you, ask.”
Shen Er An was as quiet as a frame of animation.
“What, you can make a phone call, but you can’t speak?” Shen Ji coldly rebuked.
Shen Er An didn’t explain that tonight’s phone call was dialed by Dongzi for him, he said after a long while, “My friend was injured because of me, I’m worried.”
It was unknown which part of these words hooked onto the small thorn in Shen Ji’s heart, it didn’t hurt, but it couldn’t be ignored, a trace of change appeared in his all-controlling expression, “Friend?”
The father sneered and mocked, “You’re an autistic stutterer, besides Liang family’s simple-minded idiot with well-developed limbs, who else is willing to establish a relationship with you?”
The words were too harsh.
Jiao Bai’s nameless fire shot up all at once, and he heavily slapped the toppled-over collection cabinet.
His ribs hurt, a failed attempt to show off.
Jiao Bai was supported by Shen Er An, roaring at the old thing on the balcony, “You inexplicably called people over, and then inexplicably humiliated them, are you going through menopause?”
Shen Ji’s expression instantly turned gloomy.
Shen Ji had never considered his age, he would still be a business tycoon in Nancheng in another twenty or thirty years, but recently he realized that his fortieth birthday was three years away.
Right now, he was thirty-seven, a man’s golden age. In this little thing’s mouth, it was menopause.
Moreover, the little thing was standing up for someone else.
A highly aggressive, sharp-toothed, untamed vicious dog, where did it get the kindness?
Shen Ji stood up from the lounge chair.
In that instant, the tense atmosphere in the living room reached the breaking point. Something was about to erupt.
Shen Er An wanted to stand in front of Jiao Bai, but found that that person hadn’t come over, he just glanced at Jiao Bai with an extremely terrifying gaze, and then sat back down.
That kind of retreat was a silent, earth-shattering sound.
Its name was indulgence.
From a cold-blooded and ruthless person who didn’t even care about his own son, regarded human lives as ants, and could turn his hand to make clouds or rain.
This person was a successful businessman, and if he gave a little privilege, he would definitely take back thousands of times the profit.
Shen Er An stared blankly at Jiao Bai next to him, wanting to say something, but choked in his throat, unable to make a single sound.
Your rebellious spirit was pinched off by him so quickly, he’s already holding the dog leash he’s preparing to put on you in his hand.
And the current me,
indeed can’t save you.
Shen Er An had been continuously anxious since that night, suffering from insomnia and unease. The worst situation had still occurred, witnessed by his own eyes.
Jiao Bai noticed Shen Er An’s gaze, and he lowered his voice and said, “Not every daddy is a daddy, some are just dodo, just pretend he’s farting.”
Shen Er An was absent-minded.
Jiao Bai narrowed his eyes. Shen Er An at this time was already very resilient in his heart, he couldn’t be knocked down by a few words from his old man who never treated him like a son.
Shen Er An was quiet, introverted, but not fragile.
Jiao Bai realized that he couldn’t see through Shen Er An anymore. He couldn’t figure out what the other party was sad about, so he pointed the finger at the one on the balcony.
“Chairman Shen, Shen Young Master came with injuries, and the wound on his head hasn’t been treated yet. Even if there’s something he didn’t do well that displeased you, you can just say it, why stab him with those nasty words?”
The honorifics coming from Jiao Bai’s mouth were very fake, and he was blatantly faking it on purpose to disgust the old thing.
Shen Ji suddenly understood the Old Lady’s feelings when she took heart-saving pills. At this moment, he felt that he needed to take one. He pulled out most of the cigarette from between his teeth and looked at the little sick patient who wanted to be a hero with a blank expression, “I’m teaching my son a lesson, do you have a say in it?”
The corners of Jiao Bai’s eyes twitched slightly, followed by his eyelids, facial muscles, shoulders, and then his entire body.
He wasn’t having an epileptic seizure, he was holding it in!!!
Just now, at the moment when the old thing got angry at him, Pikachu sprayed a ball of fire at him.
But that coat used to sell cuteness was still on him.
Therefore,
that ball of fire was stifled inside the coat, burning itself into black leather.
Hahahaha! Jiao Bai laughed wildly in his heart, this wasn’t his childhood male god, this was a microcosm of Shen Old Dog’s attitude towards him.
No matter how angry the old dog was, his intention to attract his attention wouldn’t change.
Because logically speaking, when the coat touches the flames, wouldn’t it burn?
But it didn’t burn.
This showed that for its owner, he would rather be hurt internally by his own anger, burning himself, than take off his interest.
The avatar materialized the inner world of a friend.
The purest or most evil side was truly unfolded, evolved, and nowhere to hide in front of Jiao Bai.
Jiao Bai found the fun of being a player, a morbid interest. He glanced at Shen Er An, who was ranked fourth, and this glance startled Jiao Bai.
The Cheng Mountain on Shen Er An’s avatar, which had finally had a little green, was now gone.
It was snowing on the mountain.
Heavy snow was flying, a vast and desolate cold.
Jiao Bai was stunned.
Shen Er An’s avatar exuded a great sense of decline and powerlessness.
–He was decaying and withering, about to be buried by fate.
Jiao Bai clenched the postcard, his mind full of question marks. What was going on with Shen Young Master, he was the main gong of this world, another son of luck besides Li Jue.
He hadn’t graduated from high school, hadn’t come of age, his life hadn’t even started, how could he have lost confidence in the future?
There was clearly no snow in the mountains just now, how could it be so sudden, what happened?
Could it really be that he was hurt by his old man?
Shen Er An was immersed in his own world, not receiving Jiao Bai’s searching gaze, nor noticing his expression. Shen Er An was a man of his word, this was the first time he hadn’t kept his promise. He had agreed to watch Jiao Bai’s expression and act accordingly, but he hadn’t done it, only because a change had occurred that he couldn’t cope with.
Jiao Bai was single-mindedly trying to figure out this bizarre scene, he moved closer to Shen Er An, getting closer and closer.
“Bang”
A lighter was smashed on the TV cabinet, bouncing into the pile of furniture, and the sound it made echoed in the spacious living room.
Jiao Bai didn’t care about the crazy Old Shen, he met eyes with the Little Shen who had come out of his world: What’s wrong?
Shen Er An didn’t speak.
Jiao Bai wanted to ask again when Shen Ji strode over from the balcony and picked him up from Shen Er An’s side.
“Go get the medicine box.” Shen Ji said hoarsely.
Jiao Bai looked surprised, no way, did this old thing have a conscience and want to treat his own son’s wounds?
“The wound on my face needs to be treated.” Shen Ji said with confidence, vibrating against Jiao Bai’s chest, “What are you glaring at, you’re responsible for what you did.”
Jiao Bai: “…” Just two scratches, did he need to specifically mention them?
He turned his eyes again, and the snow on Cheng Mountain was even heavier.