Sanqing Inheritance System

Chapter 60, the dish is cold
Huangliang is like a dream, with wine as a medium.

Li Guo and Lin Fei immediately fell into this decadent middle-aged entangled dream.

In the less than 50-square-meter rental house, there are two father and son eating, two bowls of white rice, a plate of pickles, and a box of canned fish, which is the evening meal.

That year, Lin Fei was 15 years old, a young man with unruly long hair and slanted bangs, and his father was an honest, honest middle-aged man with a simple and honest face.

While eating, Lin Fei, who had lowered his head and pawed at the meal, said suddenly.

"Dad, I want to buy a motorcycle."

Lin Lei said after a moment of silence.

"Motorcycles are too dangerous, don't buy them."

"I said, I want to buy a motorcycle!" Lin Fei raised his voice slightly, and with a stubborn and rebellious face in front of his eyes, he pouted and said, "I want to buy a motorcycle! Brother Ye Zi next door has ghost fire motorcycles, why don't I have one?" Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to go out without a car? Those girls are laughing at me!"

"You are under the age, you can't buy it."

"He's not an adult either! How could his father buy it for him?" Lin Fei was unconvinced.

"Why don't you learn from the good ones and learn from the bad ones? Why learn from that bastard kid."

"I don't care! I just want to buy it! You just can't afford it! If you don't buy it for me, you're not my dad!"

Lin Fei's words instantly angered Lin Lei, and he slapped him with a big-eared melon seed, angrily scolded.

"I'm not your father, who is your father?"

For young people in the rebellious period, not only can the big ear scrape not produce any positive meaning, but it will arouse his resistance even more.

Therefore, Lin Fei was furious.

In a fit of anger, he overturned the cheap food on the table and rushed out.

"Whoever buys me a motorcycle is my father!"

Lin Lei stretched out his hand, but did not catch up.

He just silently set the table, picked up his bowl again, and ate the part of the canned fish that fell to the ground that was not yet dusty.

Above the dining table is a posthumous photo of a gray woman who looks quite young, no more than 30 years old. There are three sticks of incense and a bowl of white rice in front of the posthumous photo.

Looking at the gray posthumous photo, Lin Lei said with a complicated expression.

"My son didn't teach well, blame me, I'm sorry."

Lin Lei is sorry.

It's just that the gray posthumous photo will not give him an answer.

will never.

Lin Lei's life is very simple. As a bus driver, his life is to drive the car on the same route day after day. I have nothing else to look forward to, let's just live like this, the only thing I look forward to is that my only son can live a good life, at least, don't be so useless like him.

beep-

The bus in front was honking, reminding Lin Lei that it was time to change his shift.

After taking a sip of water and going to the toilet, Lin Lei got on the bus, held the steering wheel, and walked through the city's traffic.

Everything is as usual.

Until, while he was waiting for a traffic light, he saw a figure.

Five or six young boys with colorful hair dyed, wearing narrow-leg pants, and riding "wild fire" motorcycles are turning the accelerator wantonly in front of the red and green.

The sound of the modified ghost fire motorcycle is like a cannon. Even if the door is closed tightly, the sound is still like a magic sound, piercing through people's eardrums.

Lin Lei hates this sound, and he also hates people riding bicycles.

However, when Lin Lei took a glance, he caught a glimpse of someone he didn't want to see.

Among the five will-o'-the-wisp boys, there was his son.

The son, who was supposed to be in school, was twisting the accelerator in front of the beautiful girl behind him as if showing off, making full use of the characteristics of the will-o'-the-wisp motorcycle, and the sound was loud enough. After the green light, he raised his head and walked away. .

Lin Lei, on the other hand, just stared blankly at the teenagers riding away on bicycles.

He was scared, he knew how unsafe this kind of motorcycle was.

He didn't want his son riding something.

In the dimly lit small rented house, the door was opened, and Lin Fei, with his newly cut hairstyle, was blowing bubble gum, and walked into the house carelessly.

Lin Lei looked at his son and said.

"Fei, where did you go today?"

"go to school."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Lei raised his voice a little, and said solemnly: "You went to school? Then who is the person I saw on Zhenxing Road?"

Seeing that the lie was exposed, Lin Fei didn't have any fear, he just sneered.

"Oh, I'm right, why, do you have an opinion?"

"You don't have to go to class?" Lin Lei frowned.

"What class do I take? Anyway, my grades won't make it to high school. Going to school is useless." Lin Fei said indifferently: "I'm hanging out with a brother Long I know now. Do you know that I earn 300 yuan a day?" Yuan, can you make that much money by driving a bus? Let me tell you, I don’t need you now, Brother Long told me, as long as I study hard and work hard, don’t say 300 yuan, 500 a day, a day 1000 is possible."

"Following Brother Long, I will be the most beautiful boy in Longfeng from now on! Who dares to look down on me, who dares to say that I am poor! The guy named Ye next door doesn't dare to laugh at me for not even having a motorcycle."

Lin Lei said after a moment of silence.

"Stop riding that motorcycle. I'll give you money. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Heh, I might be richer than you now."

Lin Fei looked excited, looking at his father with disgust and disgust. This poor father who drives the bus every day until his back hurts and can't get much money has no other effect except to embarrass him.

The more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became, and as he spoke, Lin Fei rushed out of the door without looking back, playing with those young people who were driving wild-fire motorcycles, surfing together, taking the most beautiful girls, and riding the fastest motorcycles together. Accelerator, the street with the most people.

Lin Lei was the only one left in the small room, a middle-aged man who looked like he hated failure from head to toe.

Lin Lei seemed to have aged 10 years all of a sudden, slumped on a chair.

He can't control this 15-year-old boy, a young man with hands and feet, who can restrict what he wants to do.

Lin Fei started to stay out at night, and started wandering around with his companions on the will-o'-the-wisp motorcycle at night, and it was common for him not to come back for a few days.

The rice is cold and the dishes are cold.

Lin Lei remained silent, still preparing meals that Lin Fei would not eat every day.

Maybe, sometimes Lin Fei would come back to eat some when he was tired from playing at night?

(End of this chapter)