Chapter 68： Adopted Son of Rebellion 3

Xie Hui stretched out his hand to pull him up, beat his shoulder again, and smiled at him before agreeing.

"Hey, here we are."

In the system space, when the client heard this sentence, dad, a big man's eyes turned red with excitement.

"Let's go quickly, if you don't go, I'm afraid that the old man will come over with a stick and drive us away."

Xie Ting wiped his tears casually with the back of his hand, stood up and walked down the mountain with difficulty.

Going up the mountain is tiring, but going down the mountain is even mentally tense, for fear that if your feet slip, you will fall to your head and bleed.

Xie Hui looked at the way his legs trembled every time he took a step, walked over and asked:

"How about I carry you behind my back?"

This sentence successfully brought Xie Ting back to his childhood. This man regarded him as a golden baby since he was a child. Other children went to and from school by themselves, but he would pick him up every day. If he said that he was tired, he would recite himself .

Occasionally, when he saw himself unhappy, he would lift himself up high. The extremely childish game in his memory, and the tense muscles when he lifted himself up, Xie Ting still firmly remembers.

It was a sense of strength from my father.

"Dad, it's not like when I was five or six years old, how could I still let you carry me on my back?"

"I can go on by myself. Grandpa could do it at the beginning, and I can definitely do it now."

Climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands was just a thin word in Xie Ting's heart before, but now that Xie Hui brought him here, the hard work of this process has become particularly empathetic.

I climbed the snow-capped mountain that has now become a tourist attraction. His grandfather climbed here by eating grass roots, gnawing bark, and wearing straw sandals. Compared with the two, the hardship he is suffering now is not as good as his grandfather's ten thousand years ago. one-third.

It was completely dark after descending the mountain, every cell in Xie Ting's body was clamoring for a rest, wishing he could fall to the ground and not get up.

But after getting into the taxi, he saw the colorful head on his shoulders from the window of the taxi, and rubbed his hair irritably.

"Dad, let's find a barber shop first."

Xie Hui felt a little uncomfortable when he saw his hair before, but now that he offered it, he asked the taxi driver to change the route and find a good barber shop.

Generally, barbershops close very late. When they walked in, a clerk came up and said with a warm smile on his face:

"Hey, handsome guy, this hairstyle is pretty cool, it's the most popular one this year."

Hearing the clerk's compliment, Xie Ting felt his face and ears were burning, he waved his hands and sat down on the chair.

"Little handsome guy, what hairstyle do you want?"

Xie Ting turned his head subconsciously after the clerk finished speaking, and looked at the man standing at the door, with a hint of pleading for help in his eyes.

Seeing that he was about to get anxious, Xie Hui hung up the phone and walked in, sat on the empty chair next to him, and said in a low voice:

"What kind of cut do you want?"

Now the child couldn't see the previous arrogant and rebellious appearance at all, sitting on the chair at a loss and didn't know how to communicate with the stylist.

After his father came over, Xie Ting's heart inexplicably settled down.

In fact, Xie Ting didn't think about what kind of hairstyle he should cut, but he subconsciously didn't want to be so colorful and flamboyant that he looked like a killer.

His eyes fell on his father, and then he turned to look at the clerk and said:

"Inch size."

Hearing this answer, the clerk was obviously a little surprised. Looking at Xie Ting carefully, he felt a little pity.

"Are you sure? I think you are more suitable for a look like this."

"Sure."

"Let's talk about it first. This is the shaved short cut you requested. If it doesn't look good after you cut it, don't come to me."

"it is good."

It takes time to get the styling done, but it's pretty quick just to shave, and then I wash my head afterward.

Xie Ting looked at himself in the mirror with the same haircut as his father, and unconsciously became more upright in his sitting posture.

It's very close to the hotel, they walked back, the bright yellow lights of the street lights fell on the green plants in the green belt, and the two of them walked on the sidewalk.

Xie Ting turned his head to look at this man who was taller than him, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help feeling wronged for him.

Before, he was only thinking about the injustice he suffered, but he never thought about whether it was appropriate for him to vent all those negative emotions on his father.

This man has raised him for so many years, so he probably didn't realize that he actually met a white-eyed wolf.

Coming down from the snow-capped mountain, Xie Ting woke up instantly as if someone had punched him **** the head.

Isn't it because his father cares about him that he dares to be reckless and rebellious to make his father sad by hurting himself. For someone who doesn't care about him, even if he dies in front of that person, that person's eyelids won't move.

"Why do you suddenly want to shave your body? Didn't you always say that I'm not good-looking before?"

Xie Hui noticed that the atmosphere was too cold, so he took the initiative to find a reason to talk to him.

"Now I think it's actually quite beautiful."

There is a very special charm, with a shaved body, he feels as if he has a little more righteousness.

On the way back to the hotel, although his legs were so sore that he didn't feel like his own, Xie Ting still wanted to walk like the goose step he saw on TV.

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Originally, Xie Hui planned to go back earlier. Although the leader approved him as a leave of absence, it was not easy to leave for too long.

He was granted leave for the sake of Xie Ting's father, and he couldn't grab the wool with all his strength because of this friendship.

But unexpectedly, on the second day, Xie Ting was lying on the bed and couldn't get up. He even leaned against the wall to go to the bathroom, so tired that he didn't want to eat.

After several days of rest, he was finally able to walk normally, and Xie Hui brought him home.

On the plane, Xie Ting was talking to his father, begging his father to enroll him in a cram school, so that he would make up all the homework that he missed during the previous period.

His grandfather was a great hero who climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed grasslands, and his father was a great hero who would let his comrades live even if he gave up his own life.

Their descendants can't be idle little punks with colorful hair on their heads.

Seeing that the child had calmed down, Xie Hui joked:

"Huh? What? Why don't you go back and enter the factory for food and accommodation?"

When Xie Ting mentioned this, his face became hot, and he stretched out his hand to cover his face, what was he thinking at the beginning.

"Dad, you bring this up again...or you'd better kill me..."

Seeing that Xie Ting was so shy that his ears were burning, Xie Hui kindly stopped teasing him, but seriously started thinking about what kind of cram school they had.

The homework left in junior high school is very important. Basically, it can be regarded as the foundation. If the foundation is not laid well, the house cannot be built high.

Xie Ting turned his head to look at the clouds outside the window, his mood was unprecedentedly relaxed, he narrowed his eyes and hooked his lips.

He doesn't want to enter the factory, he wants to study hard, many people like grandpa worked so hard at the beginning, in exchange for the stable life they have now.

If he didn't work hard, Xie Ting was afraid that his grandpa would come to him at night and beat him on the head and call him an unworthy descendant.

After arriving home, I met several familiar neighbors in the community. When buying a house in this community, people who retired from the army and changed jobs bought a lot of discounts. Basically, most of them are familiar people, and they all grew up watching Xie Ting.

The well-behaved and polite child who was a child turned into that little gangster some time ago, and anyone who saw it felt a pity.

Now seeing that he has shaved his head and looks a bit like his father, he immediately praised him a few words.

Xie Ting was so praised that he couldn't hold his head up. He finally returned home and took the initiative to go to the kitchen to clean the kettle and boil water.

"Thank you, my wife has made some mung bean soup. I heard that you are coming back today, so let me bring some over for Xie Ting to try."

Hearing the sound from outside, Xie Ting subconsciously walked out of the kitchen.

Lao Wang was still holding a bowl of mung bean soup in his hand. Seeing this boy with a cropped head, he was stunned for a while and then recovered, his eyes suddenly became hot.

"Xie Ting, Xie Ting, right? This kid has grown so big that he..."

Back then, Nicholas Ting's father was very good, and his personality was also hearty. Basically, no one disliked him. After staying together in the army for so many years, he was no different from a brother with deep affection.

Seeing Xie Ting suddenly now, Old Wang thought of the little things when we were together, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, smiled at Xie Ting, and choked up when he spoke.

"This kid, let you see a joke."

Xie Hui has been able to hide it from Xie Ting for so many years, and they all have been there to help, otherwise, how could it be true that the child would not know about it.

At that time, Xie Hui asked them to have a meal together before taking the child over. At the dinner table, he was drunk and said that he owed the child all his life.

I was afraid that the child would feel insecure if he knew that he was not his own, or would be ridiculed by others, so I wanted to make him mistakenly think that he was his own, and then tell him when he grew up.

At that time, Xie Hui said that even if the child grows up to hate him, he will suffer.

Xie Ting's father seldom came home at the beginning, and the child didn't remember anything when he was two years old, and he passed it through safely. Who would have thought that he would be exposed suddenly and make troubles.

In the beginning, Uncle Wang was dissatisfied with Xie Hui, but after so many years, he can see how he treats Xie Ting.

Although it's not my own, but I don't know where it's better than my own.

For so many years, Xie Ting's father's pension, commendation money, etc., have all been stored in a passbook by Xie Hui, and no penny has been touched.

But the food and clothing for Xie Ting, basically nothing is bad.

"This child, you..."

Uncle Wang moved his lips and didn't know what to say after a while. Just now he wanted to tell the child that his father would be very happy if he saw him like this.

But thinking of the riots in Xie's family during this period, he was afraid that what he said unintentionally would poke the child's lung tube.

"Uncle Wang, drink some water first. I remember that the mung bean soup my aunt made was delicious. When I was young, I almost stayed at your house and didn't want to come back."

Xie Ting poured a glass of water and put it in front of Uncle Wang, and smiled at Uncle Wang.

I can't see the rebellious and rebellious appearance before, but he is well-behaved and righteous. He really looks like his father when Uncle Wang first met him.

Xie Hui also happened to take out the things he had organized from a locked room at home at this time, and laboriously carried a few cardboard boxes and put them in the living room. After moving them all out, he noticed Lao Wang sitting there.

"Old Wang, when did you come here?"

"Just came."

Lao Wang replied casually, looking at the top few things in the box, he was inexplicably touched again.

"Are you still keeping these things safe?"