After breaking up with the paranoid actor

Chapter 36 Driving School

After that snowfall, Beijing became colder every day.It's December, and it's almost a new year.

Song Feiyang reported to the driving school for a long time, but he didn't go much.Later, the driving school called to urge him, so he called Miao Miao to go to the driving school to practice driving together.

Practicing in winter is quite a pain, the coach car leaks everywhere, and the fingers are frozen when you stretch out your hands.After two days of practice, Miao Miao was called back to the crew, leaving only Song Feiyang to persevere there.

Not to mention starving and freezing, he had to be criticized by the coach.Taking the driver's license test is really one of the few things in Song Feiyang's life experience where he spends money and doesn't have any good experience.

This is embarrassing, Song Feiyang doesn't want Xie Jian to see it.So I got up early and took the shuttle bus to go, and then huddled with a group of students in the cold hall and waited for the coach to call.

It’s colder in the morning in Beijing’s winter, so it’s good to get up and go to the driving school, let alone dressing and washing.A group of students, all unkempt and disheveled.But Song Feiyang is different, he often turns day and night upside down to catch up with the announcement, and he is used to it.Besides, he couldn't accept being sloppy.

So when Song Feiyang sat down in the hall, several little girls' eyes lit up, and there were also one or two boys who kept looking at Song Feiyang.

Song Feiyang was so sleepy that he didn't want to pay attention to this gaze, so he put on a hat and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

He dimly felt that someone was calling him, and when he was fully awake, he realized that it was the coach calling him to practice driving.Song Feiyang was in a hurry, when he got up to go over, he accidentally tripped and almost fell down.

The person sitting nearby helped him, "Be careful."

Song Feiyang stood still and thanked him.It was only then that he saw the face of the man who helped him. It wasn't pretty, but judging from his figure, he should be the master of the gym all year round.

"Song Feiyang—"

The coach urged him again, Song Feiyang nodded at the man, and ran towards the coach.

There are a total of four people in the car plus the coach, and the seats are full.After a few rounds of training, it was almost noon.

The driving school is barren, there is not even a restaurant in a radius of ten miles.Song Feiyang didn't want to eat in the cafeteria, so he had to go to the supermarket next door to buy something.When I was about to pay the bill, I heard a voice above my head saying, "I'll come."

Before Song Feiyang could react, the man had already paid the money, and it was the muscular man who helped him this morning.

After paying the money, he also carried Song Feiyang's things to the exit, and Song Feiyang rushed up.

"I'll pay you back."

"Okay."

The muscular man took out his phone and revealed a QR code.Song Feiyang scanned it and found that it was WeChat.He didn't add it, "Just give me the payment code."

"Don't tell me, make friends and get to know each other, you are also in the circle, right?"

What he said was cryptic, but Song Feiyang understood.He couldn't cope with this situation, so he could only repeat what he had just said.

"Give me the payment code."

"Why, it's just adding a friend, you can't lose a piece of meat. I see that you look familiar, maybe we are destined. In addition, we will chat later, we can talk about the next step, I am not so anxious .”

The man pushed his QR code forward again, and reached out to scan the code with Song Feiyang's phone.Song Feiyang avoided it, but the man wanted to grab it.

"roll!"

The muscular man glanced at the person speaking behind Song Feiyang, and left.

As far as Beijing is concerned, it is really big. Some people haven't seen it for so many years.But if you want to say that it is small, it is really small. Some people can meet in the supermarket next door when they turn a corner.

The person behind Song Feiyang's hair was half white, and he didn't have the plump appearance before.

Skinny, with a sallow complexion.He just said the rolling word, but now he stood there and coughed for a long time.

It's been a long time since we saw each other, Song Feiyang didn't dare to recognize him, and then he called out hesitantly because of his face that was two or three points similar to his own: "Dad?"

The two found a place in the supermarket and sat down. They were obviously father and son, but they were sitting face to face at the moment, but the content of their conversation seemed unfamiliar.

"Feiyang, the past few years... How have you been?"

Song Lang's voice was hoarse, and he was no longer full of energy like before.

"Did you know that Mom passed away?" Song Feiyang didn't answer Song Lang's question, but asked Song Lang back.

Song Lang muttered for a long time, "I'm sorry."

"Excuse me?" Song Feiyang sneered.

"As soon as you left back then, you left me and Mom there without asking. Mom was tortured physically and psychologically because of you. After so many years, you just threw me the three words "sorry" lightly. Is it useful? ?”

"is that useful!?"

Song Feiyang suddenly raised his volume, and several tallymen looked towards them.

It was rare for him to look so aggressive, to confront another person so embarrassingly in public.Song Lang's appearance brought a big blow to Song Feiyang, after all, Song Feiyang thought that Song Lang was dead in his heart these few years.Because only after he died, Song Feiyang felt that his disappearance and his irresponsibility could be forgiven.He deceived himself with this illusion, in order to make himself feel better.

But now this dead man, whose coffin had already been settled in his heart, was standing in front of him perfectly.

Shen Jie was forced by him not to go to the hospital, and eventually became schizophrenic and depressed. Song Feiyang was tortured by Shen Jie day and night, and his career fell to the bottom during the three years when he was separated from Xie Jian. Together, in exchange for Song Lang's light three words: I'm sorry.

Song Feiyang couldn't accept it.

Not only he couldn't accept it, Song Lang couldn't accept it either.In his impression, Song Feiyang was shy and seldom talked, and never spoke loudly.This was the first time he saw Song Feiyang talking to himself so fiercely, and it was still in public.

Song Lang has a very good face, otherwise when Shen Jie found out, he wouldn't be so ashamed that he didn't even dare to lift his head, and then walked away.Now being questioned by his own son in public is tantamount to slapping them both.

"It's useless! I know it's useless! It's Shen Jie who tortured you, not me! I admit that I did something wrong back then, and I thought about making it up to you! It was Shen Jie who insisted on not wanting it, and even took a knife to kill me. Throw it out!"

Song Lang lifted a small lock of hair, and there was a deep scar hidden under that hair: "This is what Shen Jie chopped off for me back then! I didn't even report to the police, just because I felt guilty for you! After so many years, Shen Jie has passed away, but you still refuse to forgive me. What do you want from me!"

"Song Lang, you deserve it."

"You don't even want to call me dad?"

"Dad?" Song Feiyang seemed to hear a very funny address.

"The father in my heart is the one who supports my son's career, secretly takes me out to watch movies at night, and takes good care of my mother when she is sick, not you Song Lang."

"Even if my days are numbered?"

"Yes, even if you..."

Song Feiyang froze on the spot.And Song Lang seemed very satisfied with Song Feiyang's reaction, as if a person who was suppressed everywhere suddenly found a place to fight back.He actually laughed, and the wrinkles on his face were piled together, making his entire face distorted and weird.

"Swear, keep going. Make it louder so that everyone here can hear it. Let them all know what kind of good son I gave birth to."

Song Lang moved closer to Song Feiyang while talking, "You insulted your biological father in the street, how much traffic do you think this title will bring you?"

"You're crazy."

Song Feiyang stared at Song Lang, but his hand under the table was clenched into a fist and trembling uncontrollably.

"I've been fucking crazy for a long time! I've been crazy since the day Shen Jie found out that I was cheating. My wife ran away, my son was gone, and I couldn't even contact the person I was with at that time. I picked up trash and slept Qiaodong, after all these years, I've been fucking crazy!"

When Song Lang said the last sentence, every time he said a word, he had to pat the table in front of him vigorously, and the water on the table began to tremble.

There were more people looking around, but Song Feiyang's cell phone rang at this moment.

Song Feiyang wanted to hang up, but Song Lang moved one step faster than him, he covered the phone screen.

"Hey, don't rush to hang up. Let me see—"

Xie Jian's name appeared on the screen in such a big way, Song Lang caught Song Feiyang's handle, and raised his phone provocatively.

"Xie Jian. If I remember correctly, your mother didn't agree with you two being together at the time, right? What's going on now? Being together behind Shen Jie's back, and then blaming me for Shen Jie's death ?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Feiyang reached out to grab the phone, but Song Lang dodged it.

Xie Jian's phone was automatically hung up during the dispute between the two of them, but after only hanging up for a second or two, she called again.This time Song Lang didn't hesitate, he turned on the speakerphone and put the phone on the table.

"Feiyang, why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"I... I'm practicing driving."

Song Lang smiled beside him.

Xie Jian: "Who are you with?"

"No one, just a car trainer, I have something to do and I'll hang up first."

Song Feiyang grabbed the phone, picked up the water on the table and splashed Song Lang's face. "Who told you to touch my phone!"

"Okay! Okay! If you scold me for pouring water on me now, what a son I, Song Lang, gave birth to!"

Song Feiyang stared at Song Lang, the disposable paper cup in his hand had been tattered and crumpled by him.

Now the lunch break was coming to an end, many people came into the supermarket to buy a bottle of water to take back to the driving school, a little girl from the same group as Song Feiyang also saw him.

"Song Feiyang, aren't you going back to practice driving?"

"Just come."

The little girl left quickly, Song Lang stared at the back of the little girl leaving and said: "Sure, you now have a car to drive, someone to chase, and friends to care about. It's because you like a man, why are you just messing around?" so good."

"What was that person's name just now? Xie Jian, right? A big star. I just want to know, what will happen if fans find out about you two?"

Song Feiyang fell into an ice cave, but Song Lang continued to talk.

"Will it be the same as me, being accused by thousands of people, being scolded to death by poking my spine. I don't care, I don't have a few days to live. No matter how much they scold me, I will be a handful of ashes in a few years. You two are different, the future is bright and bright."

"You blamed me for Shen Jie's death for so many years, and I got the retribution I deserved. Now it seems that her death has nothing to do with you? Do you have to taste this retribution?"

Song Lang's words were like a sharp knife cutting through Song Feiyang, waking him up from his dream.Who is Xie Jian?He is an actor who has won all the awards, and a producer who invests in a drama and becomes a hit, but he himself is just a small player.

He was stuck in the dream of being with Xie Jian and couldn't extricate himself, but Song Lang's words reminded him that once the relationship between the two was exposed, it would have no effect on him, but it would be a fatal blow to Xie Jian's career.

Three years ago, Xie Jian was dragged down once by his departure, Song Feiyang didn't know if Xie Jian could still stand his dragging down a second time.

But he also felt sad and angry, sad that he was still doing nothing for so many years, and also angry that Song Lang turned against him, and the bayonet was red.

The image of that loving father back then and the Song Lang in front of him really had nothing to do with it. Years of unsatisfactory life had smoothed out his gentleness, kindness and other good sides, leaving him only jealous, sharp and mean. .

Song Feiyang was really ashamed to have such a father.He wanted to beat him and scold him, even if he let the whole world know that he was not filial, it didn't matter.But once Xie Jian was hooked on this possibility, Song Feiyang would be timid and terrified.

This old man whose life was about to come to an end dealt Song Feiyang the hardest blow so far.

Song Feiyang stabilized his mind and asked him as calmly as possible.

"What do you want to do?"