Porcelain industry leader

Chapter 11 Sensitive People Are Most Vulnerable to Hurt

As soon as the words came out, there was a sound like glass breaking on the other end of the phone, and then Gu Qingchi said, "Sorry, I'm not free tonight."

"What was that sound just now?" Song Yu asked.

"My dad drank too much and dropped the bowl," Gu Qingchi said, "I'll go clean it up and hang up first."

"Hey..." Song Yu opened his mouth.

"Is there something wrong?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Forget it, it's okay." Song Yu rolled his eyes and hung up the phone.

Lu Qingchi stared blankly at the selfie on the screen, and put down his phone.

Although it was across the phone, he could still vaguely feel that Song Yu's mood was not very beautiful, and he hung up without even saying hello.

Song Yu threw the phone to the co-pilot, turned the car around and prepared to have dinner with his uncle.

Although his parents divorced very early, and his mother married far away and remarried, his relationship with his grandfather's family has never been broken. Some of the best memories of his childhood were almost spent at his grandfather's house.

When I was a child, when relatives and friends gathered for New Year’s Eve dinner, there were always people who would not open their eyes and ask him, who is the favorite person in the family, and he answered without hesitation that they were grandpa and grandma, which made Lao Song feel very embarrassed, and gave it to him in one breath. He signed up for four vacation training courses.

He still broods about it.

People are like this, bad emotions always stay longer than good emotions.

My uncle and aunt opened a fruit shop last year, which is next to a commercial area. Although the shop is not big, the business has always been very good, and it is often busy until after ten o'clock in the evening before closing.

As soon as Song Yu stopped the car, before he could turn off the engine, his aunt opened the passenger door and poked his head in, "Why are you here? Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I came here to have dinner with you." Song Yu got out of the car and took out a pile of vegetables from the trunk and handed them to Zhou Ruyue, "I want to eat hot pot."

"Then sit down first, my dad is going to pick up Xingzhou, he should be back soon, I'll let him get it for you later." Zhou Ruyue said.

Song Yu nodded in response.

Yang Xingzhou is his cousin, and his uncle and aunt married late and had children late. Xingzhou is a sophomore in high school this year, and he probably went to his teacher's home to make up lessons.

Song Yu walked around downstairs, feeling that standing anywhere would be in the way, so he simply went upstairs.

The second floor of the fruit shop is a simple lounge and warehouse, with a kitchen and bathroom. Generally, uncles and aunts will eat in the shop and go home after closing the door at night.

As soon as Song Yu lay down on the sofa and wanted to play with his mobile phone, he heard his grandfather's hearty voice coming up the stairs, "Is Xiao Yu here? I saw his car."

"Hey! I'm here!" The old man's ears are not good, and Song Yu has to agree every time.

"Brother!" Yang Xingzhou jumped all the way upstairs, took off the schoolbag on his shoulder and threw it on the sofa. Song Yu quickly retracted his legs and almost rolled off the sofa.

"Where can you see if you have good eyesight, where are you throwing the explosive bag!" Song Yu kicked the schoolbag to the side.

Yang Xingzhou smirked, and glanced at Song Yu's new phone case, "Brother, you got a new phone again!?"

"En." Song Yu lazily replied.

"Lend me to play?" Yang Xingzhou moved his butt towards Song Yu.

"Just kidding, review your studies well, isn't a book full of explosives enough for you to read?" Song Yu squinted at him.

"It's boring, why are you like my dad now." Yang Xingzhou lay down on the sofa and sighed.

"Satisfy yourself, some people may not be able to study even if they want to study." When Song Yu said this, he thought of Gu Qingchi inexplicably.

Speaking of which, he hadn't asked why Gu Qingchi's father didn't let him study last time.

No money?

Not so much.

"Are you crazy enough yet?" Unbearable, Gu Qingchi took the broken wine bottle from his father and threw it aside, then picked him up from the ground and threw him on the sofa.

Gu Jian rolled over with red eyes, rolled off the sofa, and struggled to get up while holding the sofa with one hand, but he couldn't use his legs, so he could only lean on the edge of the sofa with his neck stretched out, panting heavily.

Gu Qingchi frowned and turned his left arm to take a look. There was a slit the length of his index finger cut by the wine bottle.

The wound didn't look deep, but the blood flow continued. Almost half of the forearm was covered with bright red blood, dripping continuously from the fingertips.

fuck. fuck!

Just mopped!

Gu Qingchi went to the bathroom tap to flush the water, took out the cupboard from last time and used the remaining half roll of gauze to simply wrap it up.

After returning to the living room, he dragged Dad off the ground again and threw him back on the sofa.

This time Dad didn't move any more, but he was still yelling, "They've teamed up to block my cards! A bunch of bastards, I won't play with them again next time!"

Gu Qingchi stood aside, clutching his wound, without speaking.

Countless experiences have told him that this is equivalent to farting.

Every time my dad loses money, he will always find various reasons for himself, as if he will win it back next time if he has a reason.

The strong smell of alcohol in the room mixed with the smell of vomit made him sick.

Gu Qingchi pushed open the window to let in some air.

He couldn't remember how many times his father drank too much this year. Every time he came back, he made a mess at home and even beat people.

Just like today.

The scar on his eyebrows was caused by Dad drinking too much with a wine bottle.

As for the reason for beating him, he couldn't think of it anymore, or maybe there was no reason at all, he just wanted to vent.

At that time, he was about ten years old, and he was beaten by his father so that he squatted in the corner all night, not daring to move, not even daring to make a sound when crying.

Later, the neighbor next door took him to clean the wound.

Dad didn't even apologize for that.

Gu Qingchi turned around.

Looking at the father who had already started snoring on the sofa and the blood stains that hadn't been cleaned up in time, I felt a burst of irritability.

I really want to leave my dad here to fend for myself.

want to be free.

I want to start my new life.

This thought crossed his mind more than once, but he knew that after tonight, everything would return to its original state.

Gu Qingchi sighed and closed the window.

As soon as my father vomited all over, he took off his sweater, and now he is wearing a shirt. After blowing by the window for less than a minute, he felt completely frozen, and the ice slag could be broken by walking two steps. land.

He walked into the bathroom, untied the gauze on his hands, and looked in the mirror.

The wound is still oozing blood, but it doesn't seem to be as severe as before, and it should be stopped with gauze.

He is quite experienced in this regard.

He took out the disinfectant and treated the wound again, then went back to the bedroom and changed into clean clothes.

When I walked out of the room, I found that my father had changed his sleeping position, curled up with his arms folded, and shivered from time to time.

Gu Qingchi was in a bad mood, and didn't want to take care of him, but when he thought that if his father had another fever, he would have to take care of him, so he could only sigh and compromise.

Dad's bedroom was locked and he was never allowed in, so he could only go back to his bedroom to get a quilt.

After cleaning up the glass scum all over the floor, Gu Qingchi squatted on the ground and began to clean up the blood stains.

It was past seven o'clock after all the mess was cleaned up.

He fell headfirst into the bed and sighed heavily.

His stomach growled, but he didn't move.

After 1 minute, he grunted again. He turned over and touched the mobile phone by the bedside.

Four percent battery left.

Then he suddenly remembered that Song Yu didn't give him a mobile phone charger when he was leaving!

It didn't matter to others, they all knew his address anyway, but he was a little worried that Song Yu would go crazy if he couldn't be contacted, so he quickly dialed the phone.

"Why?" Song Yu answered quickly, with a little displeasure in his tone.

"The phone is going to run out of battery." Gu Qingchi said.

"Rush if you run out of battery!" Song Yu roared, "See the small flat hole on the bottom of the phone?"

Gu Qingchi breathed out, and when he opened his mouth, he changed "You didn't give me the charger" to "I forgot to take the charger..."

Song Yu on the other end of the phone paused, "Come and get it yourself!"

My stomach growled again.

Gu Qingchi turned over, pressed his stomach and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Eat." Song Yu said.

"Oh," Gu Qingchi said, "Then I'll go to your place now."

"How many minutes will it take for your house to come? I'm still in my aunt's shop, and it will take a while to get home." Song Yu said.

"About 10 minutes." Gu Qingchi said.

"Then I'll take my brother home first. If you arrive first, wait at the door." Song Yu said.

"Oh good, I'm not in a hurry." Gu Qingchi smiled.

"It's useless to be anxious, you can only wait!" Song Yu thought for a while before hanging up the phone and added, "See you later!"

"Well, see you later." After Gu Qingchi finished speaking, he put the phone into his pocket.

I don't know if it's because the things that made him irritated have been dealt with, or because he will see those little goldfish again later, after hanging up the phone, Gu Qingchi felt much happier.

"Are you finished eating? It's been almost an hour!" Song Yu patted Yang Xingzhou's back.

"Otherwise, how can you call it hot pot?" Yang Xingzhou was still chewing on the fish balls, and said vaguely.

"Hurry up, I have something to do later." Song Yu said.

"What can you do as a single dog?" Yang Xingzhou teased him with a smile.

Song Yu raised his arm as if to hit him, but Yang Xingzhou immediately shrank aside with his job bowl in his arms.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, I didn't mean you," Zhou Ruyue raised her chopsticks, "You're not too young, so hurry up and find a partner. If you continue to waste like this, all good men will be picked out."

Song Yu rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Regarding his sexuality, he had already confessed to his family in high school. Lao Song thought he was rebellious in his youth and thought he was farting. On the contrary, his uncle and aunt were quite concerned about his emotional life.

"Don't think I talk too much, originally, there are not many boys like you..."

Song Yu felt dizzy hearing these words, picked up Yang Xingzhou and dragged him downstairs, then turned around and shouted, "Thank you, auntie, see you soon!"

"Be careful on the road!" Zhou Ruyue turned her head and said.

Song Yu didn't see Gu Qingchi downstairs, thinking that he might not have arrived yet, the moment he stepped out of the elevator, he was startled by a black shadow.

After seeing clearly that it was Gu Qingchi, he was a little surprised, "How did you get in?"

Gu Qingchi took out the key card that he hadn't returned to Baldy last time from his pocket.

Song Yu touched his pocket subconsciously, and immediately realized that it couldn't be his card.

When he looked up, he caught a little disappointment in Gu Qingchi's eyes, and he asked a little embarrassedly, "Where did you come from?"

"I won't tell you." Gu Qingchi said expressionlessly.