Enviable Strength Chapter 8

"Why are you so exaggerated about a quarrel?" Everett Yan took a bite of pizza.

To be honest, they have been to many places. They have seen old ladies with their arms open and smoking pipes when the weather is hot. They have also seen people pulling their hair and pants during fights. never seen it.

"I don't know. If she's not shirtless, I'll go over and join in the fun..." Dad didn't finish his words and glanced at the first grade student.

Dad is an old fox. From childhood to adulthood, no small emotional reaction could escape his eyes. He immediately knew that he might know this old lady in the first year of junior high school.

But now in the first grade of junior high school, he took a hard bite of a piece of pizza and kept chewing it in his mouth. It was obvious that it was more than just acquaintance.

Everett Yan immediately thought of the old lady with long and short eyebrows whose face was painted pale.

...This is very embarrassing.

He looked at his father and was about to change the subject when he finally swallowed the bite of pizza and said softly: "That's me, grandma."

Everett Yan really couldn't accept these words, so he looked at his father.

"Your grandma?" Dad had no choice but to face the difficulty, "Then your grandma... has a very fiery personality. She is a heroine... among girls."

On the first day of junior high school, he glanced at his father and suddenly smiled.

"Haha." Dad also laughed awkwardly.

"No, it's okay," Miles Chu took a bite of pizza, "I know her."

"Oh." Dad responded.

"Is she always like this?" Everett Yan simply stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.

Chu nodded.

Everett Yan didn't say anything. He seemed to understand a little bit about Miles Chu's character and why he was bullied. His grandmother's behavior of going shirtless whenever he didn't get along must be a very important reason.

"Is she mentally ill?" Everett Yan thought for a while and asked.

"No," Miles Chu shook his head, "She is the hero among women."

Dad couldn't help laughing.

The first grade of junior high school also smiled.

"There are some things that you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said.

Miles Chu raised his eyes and looked at him.

"For example, your first priority is yourself." Dad said.

Miles Chu said nothing and took another bite of pizza.

After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I'm watching the news. There will be a music festival in two days. You can go and join in the fun."

"Where?" Everett Yan asked.

"What a square." Dad said.

"What what is what?" Everett Yan asked while eating.

"...I don't remember." Dad replied.

"I know, I know." Miles Chu said.

Everett Yan turned to look at him.

After waiting for the first day of the new year, he didn't say anything again. He lowered his eyelids and ate a piece of pizza seriously before looking at him, and then he was stunned: "Huh?"

"What the hell?" Everett Yan was speechless, "What's next?"

"Wha, what?" Miles Chu still looked at him.

"He just tells you that he knows what kind of square it is," Dad was so happy that he couldn't stop. "Whatever you want, what you want."

"Then what? What square? Where is it? How to get there?" Everett Yan asked a series of questions, "Should you take me there?"

"Okay." Chu nodded.

Everett Yan didn't say anything and gave him a thumbs up for a long time.

"Children are very interesting." Dad said with a smile.

After eating, Everett Yan leaned on his chair, pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.

On the first day of junior high school, he looked around the table, stood up, and put away the plates, bowls, etc. on the table at lightning speed.

Everett Yan and his father did not have the habit of cleaning up immediately after eating. They would just sit back and relax for a while, reminiscing about this wonderful meal.

The two of them had never seen the speed of the new era in the first year of junior high school. They didn't even have time to stop them. The first day of junior high school had already entered the kitchen with a bunch of plates and bowls in hand.

"First grade of junior high school!" Everett Yan stood up and followed into the kitchen, "Just put it there."

"Smoothly." After Miles Chu simply answered, he turned on the faucet of the sink and started washing the dishes neatly.

Everett Yan walked over and leaned against the wall and looked at him: "Relax, this is my home, not yours."

Miles Chu quickly washed the dishes, and after a while he said softly: "I'm used to it."

Everett Yan patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went out.

"Are you so shameless?" Dad looked at him, "You're just going to let the guests wash the dishes? You don't want to do it and you don't even want to watch?"

"I'm afraid he might drop the bowl when he gets nervous," Everett Yan said.

"It's quite interesting that a child has been raised like this at home," the father sighed, "If this was my son..."

Dad glanced at him and tutted: "You don't seem to be well raised, either?"

"Well," Everett Yan smiled, "so don't always praise yourself."

"Is he staying here in the afternoon?" Dad asked.

"I can't wait any longer. I have to run home every time when the time comes," Everett Yan whispered. "I bought gas today and didn't send it back. I didn't even go home to eat. I guess I'll be punished when I go back."

"Hey," Dad sighed. The phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and looked at it. "I'm going out."

"Yeah." Everett Yan responded.

When he came out after washing the dishes on the first day of junior high school, Everett Yan was sitting on the window sill looking at the street outside.

"It's washed." He walked to Everett Yan and said.

"Thank you for your hard work," Everett Yan said, "You didn't go home for dinner, are you okay?"

The first year of junior high school didn't make a sound.

Everett Yan turned to look at him and found that he was also looking out.

"Would you like to sit down?" Everett Yan stepped aside and made some space for him.

In the first year of junior high school, I jumped up and sat up.

The two of them sat facing the street in a daze for a while. Miles Chu turned his face and looked at him: "A few, a few, a few..."

"Quack, quack," Everett Yan said.

The first year of junior high school was stunned and laughed.

"Huh?" Everett Yan looked at him.

"Ji, Dao," Miles Chu said with a smile, "your name is..."

"My Fcuking name is not Spencer Yan," Everett Yan said, "Don't listen to my dad's nonsense. He never says a serious word all day long."

"Oh," Miles Chu still smiled, "Uncle is very nice and fun."

"It's okay." Everett Yan said.

"My dad doesn't talk much," Miles Chu said.

"Then where did you inherit this poor thing?" Everett Yan asked.

"Maybe I'm holding it back." Miles Chu was very serious.

Everett Yan smiled: "You're quite funny. Ordinarily..."

"No, no one said anything to me," Miles Chu said.

"Oh." Everett Yan responded, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

I fumbled for the lighter in my pocket for a long time and was about to look back to see if I had thrown it on the coffee table. On the first day of junior high school, I had already shrunk my legs and turned around. After a series of actions, I jumped off the window sill. I went to the coffee table and took the lighter and handed it to it. he.

"Fcuk," Everett Yan couldn't help it, "Are you a long-term worker at home?"

"My mother is very, very busy. I feel very tired when I get home." On the first day of the junior high school, she didn't jump up to the window sill anymore. She rested her arms on the window sill and lay down on her stomach.

Everett Yan lit a cigarette.

"Those are..." Miles Chu pointed to the street, "Your shoes, shoes?"

"Huh?" Everett Yan looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he placed next to the trash can, "Yes."

"No, you want it?" Miles Chu looked at him, seemingly a little surprised.

"It's dirty," Everett Yan said. "Besides, it's old. It's been worn for a year."

"NB, but, it's such a pity." Miles Chu's tone was full of heartache.

Everett Yan glanced at the door. Today, he was wearing the same old pair of street stall shoes that he had worn in the first year of junior high school. But...he checked visually and found that he shouldn't be able to wear his own shoes.

"Otherwise," Everett Yan took out his mobile phone, "On the first day of junior high school, you..."

Those little girls liked Junior One very much. They let Junior One appear a few times, and they probably only got a pair of shoes. If anyone went crazy and painted a yacht, they could even change their clothes.

In the first year of junior high school, not only were my shoes so old that I was speechless, but my clothes were also in school uniforms, and some places were washed out.

"No, no need," Miles Chu quickly understood what he meant and reached out to stop him, "No."

Everett Yan looked at him.

"I do, I have shoes, new ones." Miles Chu said.

"Then you wear this pair every day?" Everett Yan said.

"It's not broken," Miles Chu smiled and immediately added, "I'll replace it tomorrow."

Everett Yan didn't insist anymore, but he just didn't understand: "Do your parents have jobs?"

"Yes," Chu nodded, "but the water station where my mother works has closed down, and my father drives for others."

"Then it shouldn't be..." Everett Yan didn't understand even more, "You can still drive for several thousand yuan a month, right?"

"Well," Miles Chu held his chin, "I think so too, but it doesn't make sense."

Just as Everett Yan was about to speak, Miles Chu's cell phone rang.

He straightened up suddenly as if he was frightened. He took out his cell phone from his pocket after being stunned for a while. After holding on to it for a long time, he reluctantly answered the call.

"Hello?" he whispered.

Everett Yan saw that it was Dad written on the caller ID.

"I'm at my classmate's house." He seemed to be talking to his father quite easily on the first day of junior high school. "Eat, eat... I bought oil. I'll be right back after I bought it."

After hanging up the phone, Miles Chu didn't even have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran towards the door.

"Telling you to go home?" Everett Yan jumped off the window sill.

"Well," Miles Chu smiled at him apologetically, "my mother is angry."

"...I'll go back with you," Everett Yan felt a little sorry. After all, he was the one who asked Miles Chu to come home to drink oil. "Can I explain it to your mother?"

"No, it's okay," Miles Chu put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "Don't worry."

Everett Yan said something behind him that he didn't hear clearly, and hurried away with the oil barrel. After making sure that Everett Yan couldn't see him, he started running.

Dad is back. It's okay to go back now. Dad will speak for him.

Mom probably wouldn't say anything. Normally, except for asking him to do things, she would treat him as if he didn't exist. Grandma was the one who worried him the most.

When he turned the corner and ran toward his building, someone came out on a bicycle. When he passed by, the person on the bicycle suddenly kicked him.

On the first day of the new year, I was unprepared. I was holding oil in my hand, and I stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Hey, is the pile so unstable?" the person in the car said.

Miles Chu was a little surprised when he heard this voice. He turned around and took a look, confirming that it was Liang Bing whom he had been walking around since he was a child.

Except for grandma, probably no one in this area wanted to have any conflict with Liang Bing. Miles Chu had always thought that the fact that he was in his twenties before he went to jail must be regarded as glaucoma.

However, Liang Bing didn't come back for two or three years. He always thought that Liang Bing would never show up again, but he didn't expect that he would bump into him again without any preparation.

"Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.

Miles Chu spoke, got up, patted his pants, carried the oil and ran forward.

"I'll see you to play in two days!" Liang Bing shouted from behind while laughing.

When he picked up the key on the first day of junior high school, he discovered that the palm of his left hand had scratched a large piece of skin when he had just put it on the ground. He raised his hand nervously and looked at his sleeve again. There was a hole in the elbow.

He raised his hand for a long time before putting it down, and opened the door softly.

The room was dark, and there were no windows in the living room, so the light was very poor. Even during the day, as long as the lights were not turned on, it was impossible to see clearly.

He entered the room, and before his eyes could adjust to the darkness in the room, he heard his grandma's voice.

"You're Fcuking back!"

In the first year of junior high school, he raised his arm reflexively, but it still couldn't block a plastic cup filled with water that his grandma threw at him. His forehead was hit with pain.

Fortunately it's not my grandpa's stainless steel one.

"It's normal to go to a classmate's house for a meal." Dad walked out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil drum in his hand. "Next time you don't come back for dinner, remember to tell your family. "One sound."

"Yeah." Miles Chu responded.

"Waiting for him to buy gas! He poured it out and ate it!" Grandma came over, pushed dad away, and slapped him on the back.

"You can do it!" Mom shouted, "I'm addicted to beating people!"

"What's wrong! You still care about your mother!" Grandma turned around and pointed at my mother, "You can't teach me to teach you, and you still have S3x with me!"

Mom smashed the cup in her hand on the table and entered the room.

"Come." Dad pulled Junior One, trying to pull him into the house, but as soon as he opened the door a crack, his mother pushed it from the inside and closed the door again. Before Dad could twist it again, she was inside. Locked the lock.

Dad hesitated for a moment, then turned around and pushed Miles Chu into the kitchen and closed the door.

Grandma didn't break in. She stood outside the kitchen and started cursing.

"So are you. Why did you suddenly go to a classmate's house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad said in a low voice.

On the first day of the new year, he didn't say anything. He didn't want to mention the quarrel between his grandma and others on the street.

"I bought you some clothes. In a moment..." Dad glanced at the kitchen door. The momentum of grandma's voice when it came in made it seem like the door didn't exist. "After your grandma finished scolding me, I will take it." for you."

"Yeah." Miles Chu responded.

Dad has a good temper, or... I don't know how to sum up my dad's character in the first year of junior high school. Anyway, he has never seen his dad angry since he was a child. He is always trying in vain to break up fights and make people calm down. Trying hard, but always at a loss.

Grandma scolded her for almost half an hour, and she and her father stood in the kitchen in a daze on the first day of junior high school.

It wasn't until grandma got tired of scolding and started to find fault with the TV series with grandpa that dad patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll get some clothes for you to see."

Chu nodded.

Dad went out and there was no movement for a long time. He probably couldn't get into the house.

On the first day of junior high school, he turned around and looked out the window. After waiting for a while, his father returned to the kitchen, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "Here, let's try it."

On the first day of junior high school, I took out my clothes from the bag. It was a set of sweatshirts, light gray and quite nice.

When he shook the clothes off, he knew they were too small, but he still silently took off his school uniform jacket and put the clothes on.

"It seems... too small?" Dad said with some embarrassment.

"It can be worn." Miles Chu pulled his sleeves.

The sleeves are short and the dress is a bit short, but if you don't zip it up, it's still wearable.

The pants are also too short, and the legs cannot be bent, otherwise the trouser legs will be pulled up.

"My son's legs are too long." Dad said.

Miles Chu smiled.

Dad is the only person in the family who won't scold him or hit him, but will smile at him. However, dad doesn't remember his birthday or what grade he is in. When others ask about him, he tells others that he is a child for three consecutive years. My son is in sixth grade.

So it’s not surprising to him that dad would buy smaller clothes.

"Why don't you put your trousers here?" Dad said.

"No need," Miles Chu said, "I can wear it, thank you, thank you dad."

"Then...dress? Or change first?" Dad asked.

"Get dressed." Miles Chu said, he didn't want to change clothes in the kitchen again.

When walking out of the kitchen, grandma sneered.

On the first day of the new year, he walked to his grandma and grandpa's house. There was no one in the house at the moment. He wanted to go in and stay for a while, but his mother shouted from inside the house: "Water!"

He went back to pour a glass of water and brought it into the house.

"Are you going to a classmate's house for dinner today?" Mom asked.

"Yeah." Miles Chu nodded.

"Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would ask you to go to dinner?" Mom asked again.

The first grade of junior high school didn’t answer.

"Be careful if someone sets a trap on you. They may give you some laxatives. Just pull it out after a while." Mom frowned and said.

On the first day of the month, he turned around and walked out, entering the room next to him.

After sitting on the small bed in a daze for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.

Inside is a pair of new sneakers. His mother bought them for him during the Chinese New Year. Since these shoes are still in good condition, he has never worn them.

-Have you been scolded?

Everett Yan sent a message to Miles Chu and then lay down on the sofa.

I have to go out and look around tomorrow to see if there are any suitable jobs.

He didn't mind that the coffee shop job was gone, but he still had to go out and find a job. Firstly, he didn't have much money on hand, and secondly, he was bored.

Dad hasn't gotten him any money recently, probably because he didn't get the money.

But what Everett Yan is more concerned about is that his father was looking at his cell phone when he went out today, which was different from usual.

But he couldn't figure out what was different. Of course, this kind of old fox wouldn't be obvious to anyone at a glance, but after all, they had lived like this for so many years. If something was wrong, Everett Yan could still feel it.

The uneasiness that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time emerged again.

-No

Miles Chu sent him a message back.

Everett Yan looked at this message and wanted to talk for a few more words but couldn't find anything to say.

-Do you always run at night?

Another message came over on the first day of junior high school.

-Um

Everett Yan looked at the message he had sent back, and he was also chatting to death.

Fortunately, Miles Chu is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.

-I also often run at night

-I see, you can run quite well.

-Are you running today? I'll take you for a run, I know where to run

-Okay, what time and where?

-I'll call you

-good

Everett Yan waited for a while, but Miles Chu didn't say anything. He put down his phone.

Just as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, my phone rang again.

-Do you still have those shoes?

-. . . . I gonna go see

Everett Yan stood up helplessly. Chu's obsession with these shoes made him have the urge to pick them up, wash them and continue wearing them.

-still there

-Can you pick it up?

Everett Yan stared at this line of writing for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and walked out.

There were a lot of people coming and going on the street, so he could only make a quick decision. At this time, the longer he stayed beside the trash can, the more noticeable he became.

But he strode over, picked up his shoes, and left. It didn't look very nice, but several people still looked over.

What a fart! These are my own Fcuking shoes!

Everett Yan went back to the house, threw the shoes on the ground, and sent a voice message back to the first grade of junior high school: "I picked them up."

-You really don’t want it?

"No, just tell me what you want to do," Everett Yan said, "It's not easy for me to be shy and go out to pick it up."

-If you don’t want it anymore, give it to me.

Everett Yan wanted to say that they might be too big for you, but in the end he didn’t say that adding insoles would be better than his current pair.

-Okay, you can pick it up tonight.

-OK, thanks

Looking at the serious reply from the first grade of junior high school, Everett Yan fell back on the sofa: "Ah..."