early morning.

Chu Fang stretched and looked out the window at the gloomy sky.

The weather in Chengdu is always like this: sunny days are rare throughout the year, and the sky is always covered by clouds.

He got up and went downstairs, where he saw a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses, dressed simply, and exuding an air of intellectualism.

This man was Chu Fang's father, Chu Gao.

A teacher, a pure person, a person who has transcended vulgar interests.

He was sitting in the middle of the yard, smoking cured meat. Pieces of cured meat were placed on the rack, and white smoke rose from below the rack, shooting straight into the sky.

Chu Fang seriously suspected that the gloomy weather in Shudu was caused by the smoking of cured meat (just kidding).

"Dad, where's Mom?" Chu Fang asked upon seeing his father.

"I went to the city to buy New Year's goods," Chu's father replied.

"oh."

Even though Chu Fang was skilled at interpersonal relationships and could even chat with stray dogs on the road, he really couldn't connect with his own father.

What should we talk about?

The only topic of conversation was Chu's mother, but my mother had gone to the city, so there was nothing left to talk about.

With just a few simple words, the father and son lost contact.

Chu Fang went into the kitchen, and a moment later, he brought out a bowl of porridge, which had been cooked until it was thick and sticky, with pickled vegetables and a boiled egg on top.

Chu Fang held his bowl, eating his rice while looking at the cured meat, while Chu's father fiddled with the tree branches, also looking at the cured meat. Their goals were so aligned, and neither of them spoke, creating an extremely quiet atmosphere.

In the end, it was Chu's father who took the initiative to speak: "Um... please thank Xiao Zhong for the gift for me."

"You can thank him yourself."

Chu's father shut his mouth, poked at the fire with a stick, watched Chu Fang finish breakfast, then threw away the stick and said, "You smoke the cured meat."

Before Chu Fang could react, Chu's father picked up his thermos and slowly left the house.

Chu Fang could only shrug helplessly at this.

He and his father were like enemies; neither could stay in the same place for long.

Chu Fang took over his father's job, sitting in the yard, fiddling with tree branches, and smoking cured meat.

Their cured pork is smoked with cypress trees. Cured pork smoked with cypress branches not only has a golden color, but also has a light, refreshing aroma when eaten.

He was always so bored when he got home, so he took out his phone to bother Zhong Tingyue.

[Solo Queue Player in Love: Weiweiwei.JpG]

Wang Shu: Not here.

[Solo Queue Player in Love: Hesitant to Speak, Yet Hesitant to Speak, Look at Naizi.JpG]

[Wang Shu: Image.JpG]

[Wang Shu: Image.JpG]

【... ...】

In an instant, Zhong Tingyue found many pictures of apricots and sent them all to him.

Old driver never lacks resources.

[Solo player in dating mode: I want to see yours.]

[Solo Queue Player for Romance: Simple.JpG]

[Wang Shu: Look at yours, otherwise it's not fair.]

[Solo player in a dating game: I'm a public character, you're a neutral character, it's perfectly fair!]

[Wang Shu: I'll give you a good whack.JpG]

... ...

Chatting idly, it was noon before they knew it. Chu Fang finished his banter with Zhong Tingyue, rode his electric scooter away from home, and headed to town to buy some groceries to cook lunch.

I have to say, riding an electric scooter is really cold, with the wind whistling through the air.

As soon as he arrived in town and locked his electric scooter, he heard someone calling his name: "Chu Fang?"

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man with a buzz cut, who was big and burly, and looked particularly imposing, with a small scar on his chin.

"Are you Wang Fa?" Chu Fang frowned slightly.

"Yes! I didn't expect to see you here." Upon hearing this, Wang Fa seemed very happy. He looked Chu Fang up and down, and finally his gaze fell on the electric scooter. He asked, "Where do you work now, old classmate?"

Wang Fa was Chu Fang's high school classmate and used to be a sports student.

During high school, the two did not have much interaction, so they did not recognize each other at first.

"Shanghai," Chu Fang replied.

"Big cities are a good place to live," Wang Fa said.

"You're doing better."

"Oh, not at all, I only made enough for a bowl of porridge." Wang Fa waved his hand with a smile, as if he particularly enjoyed Chu Fang's flattery. "After a year of hard work, I only earned enough for a Mercedes. Last year was a complete waste."

As he spoke, Wang Fa took out his car keys and pressed the key. The Mercedes next to him made a soft sound, instantly attracting the attention of the people around him, who all turned their eyes to him.

Chu Fang glanced at it, slowly withdrew his gaze, and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Wang Fa said, "Back then, you got into a top university, which was the pride of our class and school. You're the one who made a lot of money. Don't be modest; modesty makes people arrogant."

"hehe."

Chu Fang could only smile.

"By the way, there's a class reunion tonight. It's been so long since I've seen my old classmates. Come on over, it's on me," Wang Fa said.

"Never mind." He shook his head. "I'm going to the hospital tonight."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Wang Fa was somewhat surprised, and his tone contained a hint of regret as he asked, "What illness?"

Chu Fang tapped his temple: "I'm out of my mind."

"What's the problem?"

"I don't know, it seems like water got in."

"Oh, that's a pity."

"Indeed!" Chu Fang locked up his electric scooter and left. "I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

"Okay. If you need money for the surgery, come to me. I'll definitely help you out as an old classmate."

"Thank you."

“... ..."

Watching Chu Fang's retreating figure until it disappeared into the crowd, Wang Fa finally looked away, a look of regret on his face. A beautiful woman rushed down, took his arm, and asked, "Husband, who was that?"

"My old classmate was the most talented in our class, had the best college entrance exam score, and was the most popular girl in the whole school. Back then, he was the sun, and I wasn't even a star. I never thought that he would fall on hard times."

"Honey, in my eyes, you will always be the most handsome."

“... ..."

Chu Fang walked through the market, buying ingredients for lunch, having already forgotten about his old classmate from earlier.

He knew what Wang Fa was thinking.

In high school, Chu Fang's brilliance overshadowed all the boys in the class, and he successfully got into university. Compared to Chu Fang, the boys in the class seemed much more dejected, especially Wang Fa, a sports student who loved to show off. When he was pursuing a girl, he would often mention Chu Fang, and then suddenly fall silent.

Upon entering society, Wang Fa became a successful person in the eyes of others, earning a substantial income. When he returned to his hometown and saw Chu Fang again, riding a small electric scooter and living a life of poverty, Wang Fa naturally felt the urge to show off.

As Freud said, a person's life is always about making up for the deficiencies of childhood.

Wang Fa's boasting in front of him was an attempt to make up for his shortcomings and regain his confidence.

Chu Fang understands this idea, but he will not pander to it, nor will he deliberately show off to it.

Just like Wang Fa said, he wouldn't go to any class reunions.

You can be happy as long as you're happy, but I won't share in your happiness.