Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 820 It Wasn't Like This

Fang Xuanxuan was sitting in the back row, Fang Zhuo was driving his Roewe, and didn't speak all the way, neither father nor daughter had the intention of speaking, they seemed to be quietly listening to the music in the car.

It is Bach's Unaccompanied Cello Suite, which Fang Xuanxuan has been practicing for some time.

After the vehicle drove up the elevated highway from Huxi Road, the morning sunlight hit Fang Xuanxuan's face through the light-colored window. Fang Zhuo peeked at his daughter from the rearview mirror, and sighed quietly in his heart.

Friends said that Xuanxuan should be given to his ex-wife when they divorced, but he was somewhat reluctant to part with such a daughter. Now it's over, he is simply helpless about puberty.

Perhaps because he was born with a good temper, Fang Zhuo treats many things indifferently. For example, Fang Xuanxuan has stolen several times, but in Fang Zhuo's view, these are problems of puberty.

It is normal for a girl who is not disciplined by her mother to have some problems. Fang Zhuo has seen some girls like this. In some non-mainstream blind date markets, Fang Zhuo has also met girls with problems growing up. A bit of mysterious charm.

How should I put it, in Fang Zhuo's opinion, her daughter's problem is not a big deal. Fang Xuanxuan doesn't have a mother by his side, so he can ask the school teacher to educate him about these education matters. Unfortunately, the school teacher can't count on it. Maybe there are problems in the class. There are too many children, or it can be said that the current teachers only care about their grades and have no time to teach children to be sensible.

Does the police care?It seems that I can't control it. Xuanxuan's problem is not too serious. The child stole some things from the convenience store, and the sum is only a few tens of dollars. Xuanxuan does not deny it. There is nothing unclear about the matter, so there is nothing to do More investigation, as to why you want to steal things?

As soon as Fang Zhuo thought of this question, the car rushed forward and almost caught up with the Mercedes-Benz Smart in front.

"Xuanxuan, you are still practicing this song recently."

Fang Xuanxuan frowned, raised his hand and began to think about his nails, and then replied reluctantly, "I haven't practiced for a long time."

"Why don't you practice anymore? Aren't you practicing this song recently? What did you say that the school orchestra is going to perform? You see, Dad has a good memory."

While talking, Fang Zhuo actually laughed, and felt a little proud and happy in his heart.

Fang Xuanxuan is a cellist in the school's string orchestra, and the teacher praised her for her good performance, thanks to his insistence on taking Fang Xuanxuan to the cello teacher's class every week, rain or shine, and almost never missed a single lesson.

Not many parents can do this.

Fang Zhuo asked again, "When will the school report on the performance? Dad still wants to sit in the front row to watch your performance."

"Cut, boring." Fang Xuanxuan responded coldly, with his hands behind his head, and his eyes closed, as if the sun was dazzling.

"Why are you bored? It's almost the end of the semester, and there will always be performances this semester."

"Ah, are you finished, I'm sleepy."

After Fang Xuanxuan finished speaking, he leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, folded his hands in front of his body, and looked like he didn't want to talk anymore. Fang Zhuo stopped talking and drove with peace of mind.

After sending his daughter home, he still has to go to the company for a meeting. This is the most important thing in life. Without a job or money, what will he do to support his daughter.

Parking spaces in the old-fashioned community during the day were easy to find. Fang Zhuo stopped the car, turned off the air conditioner, and told Fang Xuanxuan to get off the car. The father and daughter then walked home one after the other, without speaking a word along the way.

Fang Xuanxuan said "I'm hungry", Fang Zhuo looked at the time, and said hello to his daughter apologetically, "There is a delicious flavor in the kitchen, your favorite instant noodle flavor, dad didn't eat breakfast well, but it's too late I’ll buy it for you, or I’ll let it go.”

"Oh, good." Fang Xuanxuan nodded and sat on the sofa, looking at the two empty glasses in front of him, without asking any further questions, but turned his head away, too lazy to continue talking.

"By the way, tell me, what's the matter with writing to the police?"

"Ok?"

"You said you would write a letter to the police in the morning? Xuanxuan, Dad is full of imagination about love when he is studying, but can we not?"

"No? Why not?"

"I mean, you're a girl, you can't just be in love all day long."

"You don't like me running away with others? I said I just went to meet friends, the kind of friends I like more."

"you--"

"What's wrong with me?" Faced with Fang Zhuo's hesitation to speak, Fang Xuanxuan opened his big round eyes and raised his chin stubbornly, "What's wrong with me? What does Dad want to say about me? Or tell Mom what happened today!"

"Can you—can you, stop Daddy from saying nasty things?"

"What are the ugly words? You can say whatever you want." Fang Xuanxuan looked at Fang Zhuo without blinking. Fang Zhuo was angry, but he was too embarrassed to say anything about his daughter, so he changed his clothes in a huff, and before going out, he changed his clothes again. I tidied my hair in front of the mirror, said goodbye to my daughter, and hurried downstairs to the company.

After quarreling with Fang Zhuo, Fang Xuanxuan took a shower listlessly, dried his hair with a dry towel, and sat at the desk. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach throbbed with pain.

She supported her abdomen with her hands, and thin beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. After a long time, Fang Xuanxuan stood up and walked to the kitchen, found a box of seafood-flavored instant noodles, poured hot water
The water was not hot. Dad couldn't think of boiling hot water at home. The noodles were still cold after soaking for 10 minutes. After a few mouthfuls of stiff noodles, Fang Xuanxuan opened his notebook and began to write.

"Through the bushes and walk along the small river, you will see a stone bridge, a very old stone bridge, which is incompatible with the architecture of this era.

There was a black kitten waiting for passers-by. I didn't know who it was waiting for. When it saw Lin walking by, it meowed at her.

Lin's heart was tripped, and she stopped. She was going to a place, but this cat made her stop.

Lin leaned down and touched the black cat's neck. The black cat was obedient, squinting its eyes, and then rubbed against Lin's feet, acting like a baby.

Lin frowned. She didn't like people who acted like a baby, and cats were no exception.

Suddenly thoughts flashed through Lin's mind, but she quickly discarded them. They were terrible thoughts.

There is a stone bridge over there, do you know what is behind the stone bridge?

It seemed that the black cat was talking to her, speaking like a human voice. "

The stomach twitched a few more times, Fang Xuanxuan closed the book, lay down on the desk for a while, waited for the stomach pain to pass, and then picked up the schoolbag and left the house.

It takes 25 minutes to walk to the school. Fang Zhuo has not sent his daughter to school for a long time, and Fang Xuanxuan is used to it.

Get used to being alone, although it wasn't like this in the first place, and neither are others.

(End of this chapter)