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Chapter 125 Lifting the Knife, the Great Earthquake at Zheng Chuan's House

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    Zheng Chuan's family.

    Depressed and sad, Zheng Chuan called his parents the night before to say he had something to do and was staying in the store. His parents didn't ask much, thinking it was the same as before.

    In the matter of love, once the matter of two people becomes the matter of three people, some people will naturally be sad in their happiness, and some will be so sad that they would not want to live.

    Zheng Chuan, who watched the first cock crowing all night, drank a lot of wine in the store in the early morning, feeling uncomfortable and full of grievances, thinking about going home and getting scolded or beaten, let his old parents scold and beat him  It's better to relax your muscles and bones than to be alone in this empty store.

    When he came home staggeringly, he told his parents about the matter incoherently, and the parents were really angry when they heard it, but this time, they didn't scold their son for not being up to date first.  It was rare to unanimously agree with the outside world, thinking that it was the Qin family who had changed their minds and betrayed their promises.  Especially his mother, wishing she could get up and ask Qin Xiaoxue's mother immediately, but was persuaded by him and his father.

    What his father meant was that although the matter between his son and Xiaoxue went through two adults, it was after all the children's own business. Besides, the two families were not engaged yet, so at most they were in love.  When young people fall in love, they often break up. Since Xiaoxue has another love, it's good, don't delay her son. Even if she gets married, her life will be turbulent in the future, so what's the plan?  It's better to stop here, so that both the family's daughter and his own son can have better choices.

    Live your life, with whom?  The most important thing is to live comfortably. His family is such a single seedling, so he has to find someone who can manage the house and is reliable.

    "You can think about it. People have bullied our son to the end. If you are so indifferent to others, who will understand our family? For so many years, my son has taken care of the Qin family's daughter in everything since he was a child.  I have been beaten, scolded and wronged by adults, school teachers and classmates. Over the years, would the Qin family¡¯s steel business be able to do well without our help? Qin Ding injured his leg, and who took care of him like a son?  His storefront? I¡¯m afraid your son has never been so filial to you, has he? Oh, now that his daughter is as tall as the mountain, he doesn¡¯t want my son anymore, and I don¡¯t even want to ask them for a word?¡±

    Zheng Chuan's mother stared at Zheng Chuan's father angrily.

    "Mom, don't talk about it, it's all voluntary!"

    Zheng Chuan said gruffly.

    "You are angry because you voluntarily! You haven't done enough free labor!"

    Zheng Chuan's mother was so angry that she got up and grabbed one of her son's ears. Zheng Chuan didn't squawk like usual, but looked like a defeated rooster, hanging his head and letting his mother grab it¡ªif it wasn't for his old mother  This tugging, I am afraid that his head has already fallen below the collarbone and has no strength to hang around his neck.

    "Okay, stop scolding your son. He is the one who suffers the most. You also know that he has taken care of that girl of the Qin family since he was a child. Needless to say, he has put in so much effort, but look, even your son  I don¡¯t even want to talk about it anymore, why do you still have to sprinkle salt on your son¡¯s wounds? You have to forgive others and forgive others, let¡¯s leave this matter alone and let them young people deal with it themselves!¡±

    Zheng Chuan's father said with a sigh.  Their family is a typical loving father and strict mother.

    "Is this something that needs to be forgiven and forgiven? I just want to find some time to go over and ask, is that boy better than our Zheng Chuan, so that his girl was hooked within three months?  I lost my soul, and I don't even care about the feelings of more than twenty years!"

    Zheng Chuan's mother is still indignant:

    "Hmph, there's one more thing, do you still want to continue with his family's business?"

    The son is her heart and soul. When she saw her son coming back, her face fell to her neck. The person who is usually alive and kicking can't even pull his ears. It can be seen that he was so hurt by this incident that he was heartbroken. She  As a mother, can you feel better?

    "Mom, can you stop talking?!"

    Zheng Chuan was already feeling uncomfortable, but when he heard his mother keep talking, he couldn't hold his breath, and his impatience also came up.

    "Hey, you son of a bitch, who am I angry for? You don't know what's good, but you know how to speak for others. They don't want you anymore. Why are you so proud?"

    Zheng Chuan's mother has always been outspoken.

    When Zheng Chuan heard it, he became even more angry. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed the kitchen knife, and walked from the living room to the door.

    "What are you doing here? You bastard?!"

    When his father saw the kitchen knife in his son's hand, he got up in fright and grabbed him.

    "Oh, put the knife down, put it down! Don't stagger and hurt your dad! Isn't our house messy enough?!"

    ? His mother saw the father and son fighting at close quartersIt seemed that he was so frightened that he hurried over to grab the knife in his son's hand.

    "Don't come here, don't hurt you! Get out of the way!"

    Zheng Chuan's father yelled at his wife.

    "Confused boy, go as you go, if you go with a knife, it will break the law!"

    Zheng Chuan's mother whined from the side.

    "Didn't you say you wanted to ask for an explanation? Now you say no!"

    Zheng Chuan shouted at the top of his voice.

    "I didn't say no, so don't take a knife. If someone sues us, then you, you, mom, and your dad, just"

    Zheng Chuan's mother's words did not seem to have the effect of persuasion, but instead played the role of lighting a fire in the oil pan.  Zheng Chuan twisted his body, broke free from his father's hand, raised his knife and shouted:

    "Okay, since you want to speak the Dharma, I'll go now. If you don't take the knife, who will give you the Dharma!"

    "Shut up!"

    Zheng Chuan's father was furious, yelled at his wife, grabbed his son again, and yelled:

    "Bastard, if you want to be capable, go chop it up. If you chop it up, go to the Public Security Bureau by yourself. Don't come back and hurt your father and me. We raised you so much. You don't want to raise us anymore. If you want to squat in the Public Security Bureau for a lifetime, then you  Just go, don't worry, we won't leave you alone, we will give you pocket money every month, so that you will not be wronged, and when we are old and can't go to give you money, you can fend for yourself!"

    Having said that, Zheng Chuan's mother cried even louder, and Zheng Chuan's knife also clanged and fell to the ground.

    Originally, he was holding the knife, and he didn't really want to go to Qin Xiaoxue's house, but he just wanted to find some excuse to express the pent-up anger in his heart.  He is usually a rough-sounding person, but he was also a filial son since he was a child. His heart broke when he heard his father's almost tearful words, and wept bitterly in response to his mother's high and low cries.  I started to runny nose.

    It's all right now. After a big earthquake-like noise, a family of three, two of them cried, and one sat aside and quietly lit a cigarette, burying himself in the smoke.

    After a while, Zheng Chuan's father raised his head from the smoke and saw the gleaming kitchen knife lying in the corner of the door. He walked over to pick it up, and put it back on the felt board in the kitchen.

    When they returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa, the mother and son probably vented their inner dissatisfaction, grievance and anger through tears and crying, and finally lowered their voices until they were quiet.

    "Cry? Why don't you cry? It seems that crying can solve the problem!"

    Zheng Chuan's father took a deep breath on his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring and said.

    "Then what do you say?"

    Zheng Chuan's mother raised her head from her son's shoulders, a map painted with tears all over her face.

    "What should I do? Cold salad!"

    Zheng Chuan's father means that this is the end of the matter, and everyone should continue to do what they want to do next.

    Seeing that his mother was no longer relying on him, Zheng Chuan got up and ran into his room, closing the door with a bang.

    He was lying horizontally on the bed, his two temples throbbing as if being drilled in and out by two awls.

    With a squeak, he heard his father push the door in, and he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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