Scum attack, your father is here!

Chapter 19 "I Believe You Are My Father."

As soon as Qi Yousui finished speaking, everyone in the room seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and there was silence everywhere.

Except for the baby's chaotic crying and Qi Yousui's gasping because of anger, the air became condensed for a while, like a ball of glue mixed with poison to bind oxygen, and when he breathed in, it was a stinging pain that pierced the intestines and pierced the lungs.

Qi Qingyun's eardrums were swollen, and a burst of elongated telegram sounds cut his brain nerves one by one like a sharp knife. It was harsh and unpleasant. He frowned uncomfortably, and then suddenly realized that he had appeared because he was too shocked and unbelievable. Brief auditory hallucinations.

In order to regain his sanity as soon as possible, Qi Qingyun took a deep breath of fresh air like a suffocated traveler who fell into the water. However, when he opened his eyes again, the trance symptoms were not relieved, and a brief double image appeared in front of him. Dizziness is like stuffing a ball of cotton in the brain or drinking a catty of white wine when you have a fever. Except for Qi Yousui with red eyes, he is hazy in the corner of his vision. Even the fingertips holding the front desk are numb and painful, as if The nerves are congested and swollen together with the brain.

He couldn't believe it, how could it be?

How could Qi Yousui be his son?

How could his son be like this? !

Qi Qingyun has imagined his son's appearance and behavior more than once. Even if he is not as cold as him, but at least he should be as gentle and lively as his mother Zhong Xuejin. How could he be such a arrogant and foolish boy like Qi Yousui?

If Qi Yousui is really his son, then what happened in the dream, the image of Chu Queze jumping into the sea with him, is it something that will really happen in the future, or is it just his fantasy?

This dream was so real that Qi Qingyun had to become anxious from the inside out.

No matter what, he couldn't let Qi Yousui die, that was his and Zhong Xuejin's child!

He frowned uncomfortably, tapped his head lightly, and forced himself to calm down to deal with the overload of information.

Lin Cui on the side looked at the overturned porcelain cups and kicked down tables, as well as the terrified customers, and finally reacted slowly. His first reaction was to pick up his crying child, shaking his arms to comfort him, When he raised his head, his brows and eyes were cold, and when he lost his mind, he raised his hand and slapped Qi Yousui hard:

"I don't care whose son you are, you get out now!"

Lin Cui's movements were so fast that no one could react. When Qi Qingyun wanted to raise his hand to block Lin Cui, Zhong Xuejin and Chu Queze, who had been standing beside Qi Yousui, immediately rushed forward. He stepped up, as if trying to stop Lin Cui's movement.

However, Zhong Xuejin had been paying attention to Qi Qingyun who was emotionally unstable just now, and his movements were a beat slower than Chu Queze's.

"Snapped--"

The slap wrapped in the gust of wind slapped Chu Jueze's face solidly, with real ruthlessness, the crisp collision sound was like breaking glass, and the force directly slapped Chu Jueze's face with great force. He slapped the opponent sideways, and even staggered the opponent a few steps, bumping into Zhong Xuejin who was following him.

The clear five palm-sized fingerprints quickly appeared red and swollen, stinging like needles, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, there was still embarrassment and embarrassment that could not be washed away. Chu Queze's tears quickly filled his eyes, and he dared not speak while covering his face. I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, I will cry.

Although Zhong Xuejin dodged a slap, he was accidentally brought down by Chu Jueze who was rushing up. The whole person was knocked back a few steps and fell to the ground. In order to maintain his balance, he accidentally pressed his hand on the ground. On the tiles all over the floor, the tip of the tile instantly pierced the fragile skin tissue, and blood gushed out, dazzling.

Qi Qingyun woke up immediately after being pierced by the blood all over her eyes, her body stepped forward before her consciousness, and picked up Zhong Xuejin's palm that had been pierced by the porcelain tiles, and looked at it, and saw that the broken skin was even stained with dust , some crumbs were even imprinted in the flesh mixed with blood, and his face suddenly became very embarrassed, as dark as a storm was about to come.

He remembered that Zhong Xuejin in front of him had a coagulation disorder.

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun didn't dare to delay, quickly hugged and protected her pale and limp half-embraced in her arms, and refused all dangers approaching him in a protective gesture, then took a step forward, and held Qi You Sui and Chu Queze stood behind them, directly blocking Lin Cui who wanted to hit him again.

He hugged Zhong Xuejin tightly with one hand, squeezed Lin Cui's wrist with the palm of the other hand, and forced a smile:

"Sister Cui, my son...my classmate did something wrong. I shouldn't have kicked over your things to disturb your business, but you hit me too, but the customer is still here, and the business has to be done, but You can't ruin the business because of irrelevant people. Besides, your child is still crying, do you want to calm down and coax her?"

After Qi Qingyun's words, first of all, he generously admitted Qi Yousui's mistake, and didn't use the words "forgive him if the child is still young", and then moved out the customers and children, which made Lin Cui go out. Anger, calm down slowly.

Her complexion changed, confusion and hesitation appeared back and forth in her eyes, and finally she snorted softly, withdrew her hand forcefully, looked at Qi Qingyun, and said with a sneer:

"For the sake of your resemblance to Xiao Yun'er, I'll let you go once, but you kicked over my table and made a mess of my shop, what do you think?"

"I will pay for it." Qi Qingyun hugged Zhong Xuejin's body that was constantly sliding, and pressed the entire weight of the other person's body against her, in case the other person could not stand still and fell again. But it was calm:

"You make an offer."

"Forget it, forget it, how much money do you have as a student, I am unlucky to meet you, get out of here."

Lin Cui stared at Qi Qingyun's face, for some reason, she was in a trance, and the boy who had long been forgotten in her memory and rescued her from the gangsters more than 20 years ago appeared in her thoughts.

At that time, Qi Qingyun had just turned seventeen, and it was the most wanton and flamboyant time in his life. He was wearing a starched, washed-white school uniform, and the corners of his mouth were red and swollen from fighting, but it didn't detract from his handsomeness. He turned his head and smiled at her. The beauty at a glance is like the peach petals flying in the sky in early spring, gentle and affectionate.

Although she later found out that the reason why Qi Qingyun showed such eyes was because Zhong Xuejin was holding Qi Qingyun's satchel and standing behind her.

At that time, she hadn't recovered from her fear, and she looked at Qi Qingyun still with vigilant eyes, so Qi Qingyun stopped only one meter away, thought for a while, handed over the coat in her hand, and told him to She tied it around her waist, covering the large areas of whiteness on her legs that were exposed due to the tearing.After doing this, Qi Qingyun immediately looked away, his eyes were clear from beginning to end without any distracting thoughts, until he saw Zhong Xuejin, he bent his eyes and smiled again, hooked the other's shoulder and left up.

At that time, Qi Qingyun's heart and eyes were full of Zhong Xuejin, and Zhong Xuejin only looked up at Qi Qingyun who was talking to him. She could only look at the intimate backs of the two who left side by side, and she didn't even have time to say thank you. explain.

Thinking about the past, Lin Cui closed his eyes fiercely, hugged the baby in his arms who gradually calmed down, finally calmed down from his anger, sighed wearily, waved his hands and said:

"Forget it this time, you take them and go."

"Sister Cui, I said I would make compensation, so I will." Qi Qingyun thought for a while, put the repaired mobile phone in her bag into Lin Cui's hands, and insisted: "I will mortgage the mobile phone to you, and when I make money The money will come back to get it again."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Lin Cui's sudden astonishment, hugged Zhong Xuejin, and pulled away the two people behind him.

Although Zhong Xuejin's wound looked bloody, it was actually not deep, and it didn't hurt to treat it with mild iodine, but Zhong Xuejin didn't know why he kept screaming for pain, and his face seemed to be special. Seeing the painful look, Qi Qingyun's heart ached, and she kept telling the doctor in the clinic to be gentle, wishing to suffer for Zhong Xue.

The doctor threw the bloody dirty cotton swab into the trash can, glanced at Zhong Xuejin who was buried in Qi Qingyun's arms and refused to get up, sighed, and when he raised his eyes, he revealed a pair of bright eyes:

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Qi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she seemed to care too much about Zhong Xuejin, and said slowly:

"Not... classmate."

The doctor looked at Qi Qingyun with some meaningful eyes, but he didn't speak, stood up, and said to Zhong Xue:

"Go inside, I'll help him wrap the gauze."

Qi Qingyun nodded, thanked the doctor, and was about to let go of Zhong Xuejin, but was hugged by the other side, buried her face in his neck, rubbed against him very insecurely, and whispered:

"Don't go."

Qi Qingyun didn't think much about it, she thought she understood that he was hurt and fragile, and let Zhong Xuejin lean in her arms like a small animal that had found a safe haven, stroking his back with one hand and touching the palm of the other. Touching his soft hair, he comforted:

"It doesn't hurt, go in quickly, I'll wait for you outside."

"Then can I see you as soon as I come out?"

Zhong Xuejin's soft face rubbed against Qi Qingyun's collarbone, her tone was a little aggrieved, the tip of her hair fell on Qi Qingyun's neck, and there seemed to be a slight itch, and she said reluctantly:

"Are you going to leave me alone again?"

Qi Qingyun felt that Zhong Xuejin's words were a bit strange, when did she leave him alone and left, but she still responded cooperatively, "Don't leave, go stop the bleeding quickly, be more obedient."

Urged by Qi Qingyun, Zhong Xuejin raised his head, glanced at him slowly, then glanced at him again, and then followed the doctor into the room.

Seeing that Zhong Xuejin had completely disappeared from her sight, Qi Qingyun instantly dropped her gentle face just now, walked outside, picked up Qi Yousui's yellow hair, and did not change expression amidst the other party's screams dragged the other party out of the clinic, threw Qi Yousui on the ground like throwing trash, stood in front of the other party with folded arms, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Do you know it's wrong?"

Qi Yousui, who was thrown, fell backwards with inertia, staggered and fell to the ground, his face was covered, and when Qi Qingyun accused him, his whole body exploded in an instant:

"Where did I go wrong?! Where did I go wrong?!"

"Also, why do you educate me, who are you?!"

Qi Qingjun narrowed her eyes when she heard the words, and picked up Qi Yousui's collar. Qi Yousui's cheeks flushed red as the collar was tightened. With supreme coldness like a blade of ice slag, he said sharply:

"Every time you act impulsively, the consequence is to drag others down, you know?!"

"Isn't it the first time Chu Queze has been beaten for you? Isn't it the first time Zhong Xue has been hurt for you?"

Thinking of the wounds she saw on Zhong Xuejin's body that night, Qi Qingyun became even more furious. She grabbed Qi Yousui's collar so hard that it almost turned white, and heard Qi Yousui ask herself why she should educate him. At that time, he was so angry that he even laughed out loud:

"How could I have such a stupid son as you?"

"Ha, I'm your son?" Qi Yousui stared wide-eyed, trembling with anger, pushed Qi Qingyun away, and said in a hateful voice:

"You deserve to be my father too?"

"Aren't you the illegitimate child my father made with other men behind my mother's back?" Qi Yousui stared at Qi Qingyun's face that looked more like Qi Qingyun's than his own, and finally expressed the speculations and thoughts in his heart for days. Doubtful, there seemed to be a cold glow in his tone, lifting the veil was densely packed with poisonous needles, and he said maliciously:

"Maybe you still have to call me brother, so you still have the face to bark like a dog in front of me?"

Under Qi Qingyun's astonished eyes, Qi Yousui thought he was right, with deep annoyance and disgust in his eyes, he even took a step forward and patted his chest, almost domineeringly said:

"Remember, I am the legitimate child of my father and my mother, do you understand?"

Qi Qingyun almost laughed angrily, clenched her fists desperately, and used great self-control not to greet Qi Yousui's face, "Bastard? Where did I get my bastard?"

As for Zhong Xuejin's little vinegar jar, when he socializes with female or male customers for a drink, he will have a yin and yang personality. If he really messes around outside, Zhong Xuejin won't tear himself to pieces before committing suicide?

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun took a deep breath, slowed down her tone, raised her head, her eyes were red with anger, and Qi Yousui, who had completely inherited the buff of his mother's yin and yang, tried to be calm:

"I'm not some illegitimate child, I'm really your father."

"Are you finished?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy hates other people's talking about his father. Besides, Qi Yousui's father died long ago, and he is more sensitive to this word than anyone else. He couldn't help but yell With a cry, he punched the wall with a fist in a rage, allowing the old broken bricks to peel off and make a small crackling sound, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes like a vicious murderer who had nowhere to go:

"Is it interesting to play around all the time?"

Qi Yousui looked at Qi Qingyun's face about the same age as him, he would rather believe that the person in front of him was Qi Qingyun's illegitimate son than his own father, Lin Cui's and Qi Qingyun's faces crossed in front of his eyes , even more convinced that Qi Qingyun deliberately led herself here to challenge his identity.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists tightly, his wrists began to tremble uncontrollably, and the anger in his heart also rose slowly, almost burning his reason to fly ashes, and the breath from his lungs seemed to be full of heat. Meaning, the burning throat was hot and choked.

Qi Qingyun was helpless, and repeated it again: "I am really your biological father, if you don't believe me, let's go..."

He was about to talk about doing a paternity test, but he heard Qi Yousui sneer suddenly, and then walked towards him step by step, Junxiu's face was slightly distorted, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell to choose someone to eat. Gritting his teeth word by word, he said:

"Okay, I believe you are my father."

His expression was too gloomy and cold, different from the usual silly white sweetness, so that Qi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat, and he swallowed them again after a while, hesitatingly said:

"You really believe it?"

"Yes, I believe it." Qi Yousui stood still in front of Qi Qingyun, tilted his head and looked at him, with his hands behind his back, he suddenly bent his eyebrows, smiled innocently, but his tone was like a poisonous snake spit out a letter , lightly said:

"But why should I recognize you as my father?"

Qi Qingyun's heart skipped a beat. When she raised her eyes, she could see Qi Yousui's face cut into two halves by the shadow of the brick wall and vines, which was indescribably cold and strange, while the other party's words seemed to contain There was a ruthless force like blood, and every word and sentence was a question:

"Have you ever given me a name? Have you ever called me by my nickname? Have you hugged me, celebrated my birthday, held a parent-teacher meeting for me?"

"Did you buy me medicine when I had a fever and was about to turn into encephalitis? Did you show up when I was kneeling in front of his grave after my mother died?!"

At the end of speaking, Qi Yousui's voice suddenly rose, even a little broken. His whole body was shaking like chaff because of anger, and the trembling voice forced Qi Qingyun, who was gradually retreating with a dazed expression, to a damp and cold corner, and his fingertips rested on Qi Qingyun's shoulder He poked hard, pressed down the end of his eyes, but there was still a cold expression on his face:

"Where were you when I was pressed on the toilet floor and beaten like a dead dog? Where were you when I was stuffed with rotten leftovers by the nanny? You were there when I was smothered to death by his son Where, and where were you when I attended the funeral with my mother's photo at the age of eight?"

"Talk, my good father?!" Seeing that Qi Qingyun hadn't spoken, Qi Yousui grabbed Qi Qingyun's shoulder and pressed him against the wall with force, making a muffled bang, his eyes reddened like anger The beast shook vigorously, and said in a crying voice:

"Are you talking? Why weren't you there?!"

Qi Qingyun looked at Qi Yousui, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word when asked, and was pushed away by Qi Yousui, staggered a few steps and fell on the wall.

Qi Yousui's eyes were completely red, and he raised his arm abruptly to wipe away the cold tears on his face, covered his eyes and stood upside down for a while, then slowly put down his hands, revealing a pair of foggy eyes.

His shoulders twitched twice, and then he slowly recovered his expressionless expression, staring at Qi Qingjun and saying in a hoarse voice:

"So, whether you are my father's illegitimate child or not, don't provoke me with nonsense anymore."

"I am no longer a child of three or four years old, and I will no longer believe in the perfect fairy tales told to me by adults. I have watched more than eight hundred videos of my dad being hit by a truck and finally dying. Over and over, I know he is really dead, and I have long accepted the fact that he was cremated and turned into ashes and put in a box. His tombstone is built next to my mother's tombstone, and he will never open his eyes or wake up Come."

"He was absent from my life for 16 years. Now, I don't want to hear his name in anyone's mouth anymore."

After speaking, Qi Yousui turned around and wanted to leave.

Behind him, Qi Qingyun, who gradually came to his senses, helplessly raised his bangs in front of his forehead, exposing his smooth forehead, slowly straightened up, leaned his head against the wall, and slowly opened his mouth to say a word.

His voice was not loud, but it swayed in the alley like ripples in a lotus pond, revealing an inadvertent softness:

"However, even if he is not by your side, he must have always loved your mother and you deeply."

Qi Yousui subconsciously stopped in his tracks. Hearing this, his eyes became hot, and he clenched his fists hard to suppress his tears. He gritted his teeth and said:

"He's gone, what's the point of saying that?"

Looking at Qi Yousui's lonely back, Qi Qingyun finally felt some pain belatedly, like a person who has been stabbed, he should not feel pain at first, but the moment the knife is pulled out of his body, he feels pain. Suddenly felt the pain piercing through my heart, paused for a long time, and then said:

"Then do you hate your father?"

"If...he really came back, would you forgive him and recognize him?"

As soon as the words fell, it was as if a bell was inadvertently fluctuated and rang in the ear, and there was a buzzing sound, and a string in Qi Yousui's heart snapped. When he raised his head, his pupils dilated slightly, and his back froze instantly. His eyes widened in disbelief, and then he turned his head in a blink of an eye, and suddenly saw a scene he had been looking forward to for a long time——

Qi Qingyun, who looked exactly like his father, was standing behind him, and the ginkgo trees in the sky were like rain like butterflies, falling on his shoulders one after another, making him look like a god, even the upward curve of his mouth was similar to his. The father in the lost photo is exactly the same.He was bathed in the sun, with soft warmth hanging from the corners of his eyes and brows, letting the bright sky light fold through his hair and shining on his fair face to form bright gold, he asked him in a gentle voice:

"Do you believe in resurrection from the dead?"