flameout

Chapter 2

When Ji Yue woke up, it was already high in the sun, his whole body was sore, and the pain in his back didn't feel like his own.The curtains opened automatically, and outside the window was a well-arranged landscape garden. Every comfort was made of money accumulation. Ji Yue let his mind go blank for a while, and then stood up on the edge of the bed, thinking that Qi Peisheng might be busy, and he was not very happy. Feeling good, but also numb because of anticipation.

There were still traces of yesterday's water on the floor of the bathroom. Ji Yue turned on the faucet, closed his eyes, and sank his head together with his mouth and nose into the warm water.

I don't know how long it took, as if I heard Qi Peisheng calling his name in my ear.

Only then did Ji Yue reluctantly get up from the water, even though the air rushing into his lungs caused severe pain in his chest, the suffocation still made Ji Yue obsessed.

Panting for breath, Ji Yue wiped his hair, raised his head and glanced at his face in the mirror, and then began to clean up his still sticky back.

The gap between rich and poor in modern society no longer depends on identity, but cities still automatically plan out so-called rich areas and slums by virtue of regional infrastructure and housing prices.Most people living in the city are tacitly aware of it, but most of them don't talk about it.

After all, under normal circumstances, the poor don't want to admit that they are poor, and the rich don't want to tell the world about their wealth.

Ji Yue wore a shirt worth 200 yuan, drove a second-hand Nissan hatchback bought for 7 yuan, and headed west from the tree-lined nine-figure villa area.

Today Ji Yue is going to visit his father at Oil Street in the west of Pu City.

After parking the car, Ji Yue walked up the long, narrow and dark stairs of Tongzilou. The stairwell was filled with a damp and decaying smell. In the corner of the aisle were piled up cardboard boxes that had been stored for an unknown amount of time. When he reached the fourth floor, he raised his head and saw Ji Minghui I didn't know when the door was opened, and I was standing at the door. When I saw him, I laughed, and then took a few steps to take the fruit and milk from Ji Yue's hand.

A middle-aged man lives alone in a 50-square-meter house. The indoor furniture is very old. Apparently, the house of a single old man is not cleaned often.

But there was a box of roast goose and a pot of cabbage tofu soup on the dining table. The dishes were still steaming. Ji Yue glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and found that it was past 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He knew that his father might be After reheating the dishes several times, I felt a little guilty, and explained: "I have something to do today, so I am late. Dad, sit down and eat quickly."

"Hey, hey." Ji Minghui responded again and again, and then walked to the table first, and hurriedly filled the rice and chopsticks.

Ji Yue sat down, the pain in his waist made him hiss, he helped his waist indiscriminately, and then picked up the chopsticks: "If I come late next time, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

Ji Minghui nodded, but said in his mouth, "We still have to wait."

Roast goose still tastes the same, but Ji Yue is really unwell and can't eat.

Ji Minghui looked at his son, thinking it was because of the lack of food, his face was full of embarrassing apology.

"I'm just a little tired recently, and I'm busy with work, so I don't have a good appetite." Ji Yue couldn't see his father's expression, so he explained.

"You have to eat more when you're busy, or your body won't be able to take it." Ji Minghui frowned, disapproving, but he remembered something, his eyes dimmed, and he said in a low voice: "It's all because of my father's fault." ..."

"It's all over, so there's no need to talk about it." Ji Yue quickly interrupted Ji Minghui, and continued: "We're fine now, that's enough."

Ji Yue comforted his father: "Look, it's more than enough than the top, enough to eat and clothe warm."

"Yes yes yes..." Ji Minghui nodded, before the guilt on his face faded, he said with emotion: "It's because you work so hard..."

Ji Yue smiled, and changed the subject in a timely manner: "I'm fine, do you still remember my former elementary school classmate Shao Zirong, who used to come to play at home when he was a child, and he is now working in an advertising company, and he didn't have it last month. One day I got off work before 12 o'clock, and I didn't get home until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning for several days..." Ji Yue saw his father's surprised face, and continued: "Young people, even if you are not for your parents, you have to do it for yourself. Don't worry if you work hard. If you are worried, how did you sleep recently?"

Ji Minghui was still thinking about the classmate Ji Yue mentioned just now. He didn't expect that young people nowadays work so hard overtime. After all, their generation used to assign work, and most of them with low education levels like him went to factories. Work, although the work is hard, but basically get off work on time, and work overtime when you are busy, and you will not be upside down day and night.He actually didn't understand why Ji Yue was unwilling to find a clerical job in the original factory. After all, it was a state-owned enterprise. In Ji Minghui's opinion, it was much better than the tiring and busy job now.But his father has already caused too much trouble for the child, Ji Yue has his own choice, and he is unwilling to intervene.

Hearing Ji Yue ask him at this time, Ji Minghui's heart was still warm: "It's okay, I go for a walk every night, and I can sleep when I come back."

"That's good." Ji Yue nodded.

It was only half an hour after the meal was finished, Ji Minghui went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette after watching Ji Yue lower his head to play with his mobile phone, and after a while, he saw Ji Yue walking over.

"Dad, I'm leaving now."

"Hey, it's so early." Ji Minghui wiped his hands and stood up, but he knew his son was busy with work, so he didn't hold back too much, "Then you drive carefully, when will you come next time?"

Ji Yue saw the white hair on Ji Minghui's head and the wrinkles on his face, and saw the obvious disappointment and expectation on Ji Minghui's face. He pursed his lips and changed his words: "See if you are busy with work. If you don't work overtime, I will leave the office." Come over on the weekend."

"Okay, okay." Ji Minghui nodded continuously, walked towards the living room while talking, picked up two boxes of yogurt on the cabinet and handed them to Ji Yue: "You take this back and drink."

This is the second time Ji Minghui bought this kind of yogurt for Ji Yue, last month there were also two boxes, Ji Minghui said: "I saw that people in the supermarket said this is good, I remember you have always liked drinking yogurt, so I bought it for you. "

Ji Yue had no choice but to take it and bid farewell to his father.

The box in his hand is marked with the trademark of a well-known domestic dairy industry. It is a popular one advertised on TV recently. The price in the supermarket is about 80 yuan, and two boxes are 160 yuan. It is not worth mentioning to Ji Yue today, but it is Ji Minghui More than one-tenth of the salary.

Ji Yue has been working for five years, and he knows that making money is not easy, so he is even more moved by his father's kindness and love. He knows that Ji Minghui must be standing by the window at this time, watching his car drive out of his sight. Go, Ji Yue felt sad, even though eight years had passed since their most difficult time, Ji Yue would still feel lucky, and then felt unspeakably sour.

If it hadn't been for an accident at home, he might never have known Qi Peisheng.

After Ji Gao's exams, his mother Lin Fenghua and his father Ji Minghui divorced. This was what Ji Yue expected. The parents' quarrel is no longer a day or two. Compared with arguing and hating each other, it is indeed much cleaner to break up.What's more, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. In Ji Yue's family, even Ji Yue has to admit that the root of the problem may be his father Ji Minghui.

A man can be unmotivated or not shrewd, he can be loyal or generous, but if a man possesses these qualities at the same time, then he is a whore, and your father is.

This is Lin Fenghua's evaluation of Ji Minghui in private with Ji Yue once. Lin Fenghua may have liked Ji Minghui's honesty and kindness at first, otherwise the beautiful young girl would not have rejected all the boys who pursued him like this, but I chose the mediocre and ordinary Ji Minghui.It was just because of his qualities that Lin Fenghua chose to leave Ji Minghui immediately when Ji Yue became an adult, and left Pushi. Facts proved that she was right in seeing people. if.

Ji Minghui guaranteed a private loan of 180 million yuan, and then that good friend of Ji Minghui's name disappeared.

Only when the usury company came to the door did Ji Yue know that Ji Minghui had done such a stupid thing three years ago, with three years of continuous interest, Ji Minghui needed to replace him to pay more than 334 million in debt.When those gangsters with cigarettes in their mouths came to Ji's house with a lawyer in a cheap suit, Ji Yue was still looking at information on the Internet to plan a summer vacation with his classmates.

It was getting dark, and the group of people took away all the bank cards and real estate certificates of Ji's family. Before leaving, they told Ji Minghui, who hadn't recovered from his senses, "It's profitable, take it easy."

Ji Yue had no choice but to cancel his summer travel plan, and when he was handing out leaflets under the scorching sun, he suddenly thought: Mom really has the foresight.

Later, Ji Yue ushered in the start of school, and the school’s work-study and student loan policies had a strict review system. Ji Yue was promoted to a sophomore, but he couldn’t pay the tuition. At that time, everyone in the whole college heard about it I don't know the details of his matter, but I only know that the handsome guy from the Finance Department of the School of Economics and Management had an accident at home, and he couldn't even pay his tuition fees. The students in the same dormitory and classmates enthusiastically organized a fundraiser for Ji Yue at the entrance of the school library. , with Ji Yue’s student number and name written on the marker pen, saying that he was the No. There were a lot of people, some watching the fun, and some really wanting to help.

At that time, after more than two months of summer vacation, Ji Yue already knew clearly that he no longer had the capital to be hypocritical. He still wanted to study and he needed to live on. Proud, let the students tell others about his pity.

Ji Yue later felt that he was very lucky. The sun was very strong that day. Although he was embarrassed that afternoon in the library, he gratefully collected enough tuition fees of 5500 yuan for the whole year of his sophomore year, and even had a surplus, which was enough for him. Pay the accommodation fee for the next year.

What's more, maybe because his smart mother and honest and stupid father gave Ji Yue a good-looking face, Qi Peisheng's car just passed by the library, and when he turned the corner, he just raised his head and saw this scene in the crowded square. corner.