Even after their mother passed away, the father and son depended on each other, and the father's alcoholic and violent temper did not change at all. Actually, my father has a pretty good job. He is a city government employee, working in the construction and demolition department. The family lived in a spacious three-bedroom apartment, and his father was generous in giving money to Chen Zhaoci. But the little child became more and more silent, often keeping to himself, going out to buy food and exercise books by himself. At a young age, he learned to buy clothes from street stalls and bring them home to wear.
Chen Zhaoci is like an invisible man at home. Especially when his father came home drunk, he would close the door of his room tightly and curl up in a corner to read. Even so, sometimes his father would come in and beat him up.
Chen Zhaoci's grades have been neither good nor bad since he was young, but he is definitely a good kid in the eyes of his teachers. He studies hard and works diligently. He listens to everything the teacher says and has been sensible since he was young. If his classmates have any difficulties, he will help them and he is very considerate. He is not a celebrity, but no one hates him.
When I was seven years old, my father found another one. At first, they didn't get married and they often fooled around at home. That woman is also a wine-loving, money-loving, vain person, and quite shameless. His father was often drunk, and sometimes Chen Zhaoci would come home from school and run into them. The two had no shame at all. His father would just yell, "Get in there!" and then continue to make trouble, while the woman would just cover herself with the quilt and stroke her hair coquettishly. In Chen Zhaoci's eyes, it seemed like she was showing off, but also like she was seducing him in a lewd way.
When Chen Zhaoci entered junior high school, he spent less time at home. My father didn't care. He got married to the woman and she became pregnant. For parents who love themselves more than their children, feeling guilty about a dull, not-so-outstanding son left by their ex-wife is unnecessary, even if they occasionally feel guilty about it. Sometimes my father even feels that his ex-wife died early and died a good death, otherwise how could he meet such a like-minded and charming woman now.
But you never thought that your wife would share the good and bad times with you and save up the down payment for the house in this unit together. Later on, they loved having fun more than their families, and they were attracted by the house with increasing value and the identity of a man working in the government. After so much pillow talk, the man became more and more disgusted with the "weird-looking and cowardly eldest son".
But Chen Zhaoci saw all this clearly. During the many hours he was alone, he read a lot of books. Read history, politics, and sociology. I also studied psychology and economics. He didn't necessarily understand everything he read, or perhaps because he read too many extracurricular books, he only got a third-tier score in the college entrance examination, Huaicheng University. But his heart is full of desire. He wants to have a different life from his father's and to achieve great things.
Huaicheng is located on a strategic route in western Hunan. It has fought against the Japanese invaders, and was fought over by the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it also suppressed bandits. There are a total of nineteen air-raid shelters and secret passages left over from the war. Of course, with the continuous advancement of urban economic construction, some of the buildings have become old, dilapidated and collapsed, and now only eight of them can be found and used. Chen Zhaoci had seen all of this in the documents his father brought back. He was also very interested in those war legends, and he visited each of those eight places. I have been familiar with it since childhood, almost like my own backyard. He has been a child who is willing to keep secrets and his thoughts since he was young. Those tunnels are his secret garden in this big city and belong to him alone.
After entering university, the impression Chen Zhaoci left on everyone was no different from that in middle school. He is dull, shy and kind. You may not like him very much, but you will definitely not be on guard against him. In addition, years of reading have given him a scholarly air. He is hardly able to get along with girls, let alone please others. If he meets someone who is interested in him, he will usually just back off. So I've been single.
It was not until his junior year that he met Zhu Xinya, a freshman from a neighboring school.
Zhu Xinya is studying at a college majoring in finance and economics, where the male to female ratio is 1 to 9. It is said that there are many beautiful and courageous girls in Huaicheng University of Finance and Economics. Various social vehicles are often parked in front of the school. In comparison, the female students of Huaicheng University looked somewhat shabby.
Chen Zhaoci didn't know how he had offended Zhu Xinya. He just worked part-time to pay for his studies and went to the Finance College several times. The girl followed him. Zhu Xinya is a completely different person from him. She has a petite but exquisite figure, always wears gaudy makeup that does not match her age, has terrible grades, has friends all over the world, and laughs very loudly, "Hahahaha——" But she fell in love with this handsome scholar at first sight and was determined to pursue him.
At first, Chen Zhaoci just kept hiding. But she was very resilient. She delivered breakfast in the morning and took a walk downstairs of the boys' dormitory in the evening, attracting countless whistles and sidelong glances from men. She stroked her hair, looking proud and arrogant, and whistled at Chen Zhaoci's dormitory window.
The roommates all joked, but Chen Zhaoci just frowned and said, "I don't like girls like this."
Chen Zhaoci thought she would be quiet soon. But after a month, she became quiet. After all, she is a girl and can’t always embarrass herself downstairs of the boys’ dormitory. But the text messages and phone calls never stop.
In the morning, I sent: "Zhao Ci, I have another advanced math class today. I really don't want to go. I can't understand it."
Posted at noon: "I only ate one or two bowls of rice for lunch. I want to lose weight. My waist has gained half an inch."
Posted in the evening: "Zhao Ci, please think of me. But don't think of pornographic scenes!" with a selfie attached.
The next morning, Chen Zhaoci washed the sheets with a gloomy face.
When did the two of them really start? It should have been that morning three months later. Zhu Xinya had a bad cold and had not gone to class for several days. She didn't even have the energy to send text messages to harass Chen Zhaoci. So when Chen Zhaoci appeared in their dormitory carrying a thermos, almost everyone's jaw dropped.
Zhu Xinya pointed at him weakly: "You...you..."
Chen Zhaoci's face was red, but his tone was stiff: "Drink more hot water, eat porridge, and don't eat spicy food. Have a good rest."
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Later, in the eyes of outsiders, the relationship between the two seemed to be reversed.
Every morning, an inconspicuous and quiet figure appears downstairs of the girls' dormitory of the Finance College. He began to bring her breakfast, pick her up from get out of class, eat in the cafeteria together, and the two were inseparable. What most people saw was Zhu Xinya acting like a successful little fox, with her tail held high, parading through the streets every day holding Chen Zhaoci's hand.
In this regard, most people believe that the two people have too different personalities. And although Zhu Xinya's current relationship is very passionate, she used to change boyfriends like changing clothes, either rich or noble. Can someone who is used to eating big fish and meat eat bok choy every day?
But what they didn't see was that, under the moonlight, in the silence of the night, the boy held the girl in his arms, rubbing their ears, whispering, and both of them could hardly control themselves.
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