MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 14

[The title of "brother" is really the shadow of my life. 】

In the early morning, the chirping of birds in the forest woke me up from my sleep.

The woods are getting bigger and there are really all kinds of birds. I remember yesterday that the window was closed, why is it so noisy?

Struggling to open her eyes, in the darkened bedroom, a curtain was somehow leaked in the corner opposite the big bed, and the dazzling sunlight poured in through the open window and cast on the carpet A bright spot of light.

The morning breeze blew the window screen, floating and falling, and then I noticed that there was still a person sitting behind the dazzling sunlight.

"When did you... come back?"

Seeing that I was awake, Song Bailao pressed the remote control beside him, and the curtains slowly opened to both sides with his movements.

"Half an hour ago."

I was like a vampire dying in the light, stretched out my arms to block the sun, and then blinked a few times before I fully adapted to the light.

Song Bailao was sitting by the window in a suit and leather shoes, coffee and sandwiches in front of him, he should be having breakfast before I woke up. I couldn't believe it, I was so sleepy that I didn't even know when he entered the room.

When I thought of being stared at by Song Bailao for half an hour while I was sleeping, during which I might snort and grind my teeth, my head swelled and my face became hot.

"Then...why didn't you wake me up?" I faced him and crawled back out of bed.

"See how long you can sleep."

I took a peek at the electronic clock on the bedside table.

I was wearing my pajamas, barefooted on the carpet, five meters diagonally away from him, still nervous.

"Why did you come back so early today, did you forget something?"

Song Bailao took a sip of coffee, and when he heard my question, he put the quilt back on the tray, making a "click", and my heart trembled.

This probably means that I may have said something wrong.

"My home, can't I come back without taking something?" His tone was not very stern, even pleasant, but I knew that these were all illusions, the smoke that made me relax my vigilance Bullets, the enemy's trick.

I hurriedly said, "No, no, you can come back anytime!"

Song Bailao looked at me critically, from feet to head, and finally settled on my head. I guess my hair must have been cocked quite a bit after tossing and turning all night.

"Quickly pack up, you are going to a place with me in the afternoon."

With his order, I began to search for my slippers, one was found by the bed, but the other could not be found. I leaned down and looked at the bottom of the bed.

"Uh...can I know where it is?" I saw the slipper lying not far away, it must have been kicked to the bottom of the bed before I went to bed yesterday, so I tried my best to spread my arms Enough of it, finally enough, Song Bailao's answer also rang in his ears.

"Orphanage."

I knelt on the ground, straightened my upper body, and looked at him dully like a confused groundhog: "Orphanage?"

It wasn't that Song Bailao suddenly became kind, and it wasn't that he suddenly wanted to adopt a child. It turned out that everything was a charity itinerary that had been planned for a long time. It was only when he came to the end that he thought of telling me.

It's almost ten o'clock when I wash up and put on the clothes Song Bailao personally selected. After a quick brunch, wiped his mouth and got into the private car to the orphanage with the impatient man.

In the car, Song Bailao told me that this is a charity and a show, and there will be photographers following the whole process when I get there, so that I don’t talk nonsense or do anything indecent.

I Nuonuo agreed, but when I thought of not only facing the camera, but also facing the children and teachers of the orphanage, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

If something goes wrong, Song Bailao will definitely take my skin off...

And as if hearing my heart, Song Bailao looked at me coolly and said: "If you screw up, not only will I peel your skin, Luo Qinghe will also cramp your muscles, he He has always valued his public reputation very much.”

This is the first time he has called Luo Qinghe by name in front of me. It seems that the slap in the last time is still alive, and he is still resentful to this day.

"Dad..." Song Bailao gave me a look, and I immediately understood, "Cough, I screwed up, why does it affect him?"

Song Bailao pressed the button at hand and slowly raised the partition in the compartment, completely blocking it from the cab.

"He is preparing to run for Congress. There are four seats in Xiangtan and more than 10 million people. Can he be cautious?"

Each constituency in the country will have four seats, with a total of 200 seats. After being elected, the term of office is up to six years. After he said this, I realized that before I knew it, it was time for a new term.

Although Xiangtan is not a big place, it has always been a place where people gather due to its developed economy. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon here, there are many powerful and powerful existences, and the competition can not be said to be fierce. If Luo Qinghe wanted to be elected as a member of parliament, he really could not tolerate a single mistake. Charitable donations are one of the simplest and most effective social activities. No wonder Song Bailao said that there are still photographers taking pictures. These accumulated materials will probably become an extra weapon for Luo Qinghe's campaign in the future.

I was fascinated by my thoughts, and Song Bailao didn't make a sound since then.

The orphanage is located in a two-story western-style building in the suburbs. It is not far from Weijingshan, only thirty minutes.

I got off the car with Song Bailao and were warmly welcomed by the dean and other staff members, and even two children brought us flowers.

The shutter sounded constantly and the flash was constantly flashing, which should have completely captured my pale and stiff ghost appearance.

My retina has not recovered from the continuous flash of enthusiasm, and my right hand is suddenly grasped by a wider hand, slowly pulling forward.

The shock of my body is not enough to describe my shock, the hand trembled involuntarily, like the after-effects of thunder.

Song Bailao was pushed forward by my impetus, obviously impatience had already jumped to the brows, but he had to worry about the eyes around him, so he could only give me a helpless smirk.

"Be careful, don't fall." He waited for me to stand up and took my hand again, "Go slowly, I'll hold you."

He was so gentle all of a sudden, which made me very uncomfortable.

I started thinking about my wedding day.

I still remember that day, he held me, leaned into my ear as if intimately, and said with a smile, it was all fake anyway.

Thinking of this, I stopped, and my whole body was much more awake.

We followed the dean to visit the canteen, classrooms, children's dormitories, and a library.

Song Bailao asked the dean from time to time about the food and clothing of the children. He was humble and polite, and his speech was decent.

His bad temper also seems to depend on the occasion and the object.

Song Bailao talked about buying new winter quilts for every child in the courtyard, renovating the aging teaching building, donating 2,000 books, and saying that he would subsidize the food expenses in the courtyard every month. The photographer on the side couldn't stop pressing the shutter, and his companion held a voice recorder in his hand. He didn't know if he would go back and organize it into a press release.

I was gradually pushed aside and stood with the staff holding flowers.

Maybe this is the right position for me, watching the "protagonist" glow from a distance, acting as a dispensable passerby.

Suddenly, the screams of the girls on the playground piercing the sky successfully attracted everyone's attention.

The client with such a good voice is a seven or eight-year-old girl with half-length hair scattered over her shoulders, her face full of anger and pointing to another Ten-year-old boy: "Give me back the headband!"

The boy made a face begging for beating, and raised the pink headband between his fingers provocatively: "If you don't pay it back, you won't pay it back!"

It was too late to speak, and a figure with a sharp contrast in speed and size rushed over from the other side of the playground, throwing the boy to the ground as easily as a sumo wrestler.

There was a thud, the ground kicked up dust, and the two boys scuffled together

"Brother!" The girl hurried over to support.

"What are you doing! Separate and separate!" The adults finally began to take measures, and several teachers rushed up.

"I'm sorry, I made you laugh, Mr. Song..." The dean smiled stiffly.

Song Bailao waved his hand and said he didn't mind: "Children, it's inevitable."

The dean sighed: "Yeah, it's really hard for a child of this age to play cats and dogs all day long."

"I also have a child, but it's only five years old, and it's not the age to worry." Song Bailao just picked it up casually, but he didn't expect to dig a hole for himself.

"Ah, with your two excellent genes, this child must be very good and lovely, and won't be as worrying as these leather monkeys in our yard."

The dean didn't do enough homework, and flattered the horse's leg. Song Bailao's expression visibly froze for a moment. I almost thought he was going to turn his face, but he endured it again. It's just that the words after that were obviously a lot less, and I mainly listened, and nodded in response from time to time.

An hour later, we returned to the car and successfully completed the trip to the orphanage.

Song Bailao let out a long breath from his chest as soon as he closed the car door, then loosened his tie, untied the bite stopper, and opened the wine cabinet to pour himself a glass of whisky, completely under pressure The appearance of liberation.

I looked out the car window, my eyes lingered on the two little figures on the playground, and I couldn't help thinking... Does Youyou also fight with people? Will he think I abandoned him? will hate me? Does he really... want to know about his other father?

His father…

"What are you looking at?"

I was excited and turned around: "No, I thought of something from the past."

Song Bailao looked past me and looked in the direction I was looking at.

"I remember that you and Zhu Li had a good relationship before?" He leaned back comfortably and gently shook the ice in the wine glass, "He even made a fortune for you."

It does happen.

The endless malicious bullying during the first year of high school was finally resolved thanks to Zhu Li's presence, but it was not because we had a good relationship.

This is a multiple-choice question. If he wants to maintain the character of "good brother", it is impossible for him to see me as nothing.