Hearing his voice, Yao Wei had goosebumps on his back. He couldn't help but tighten his fingers. He remembered what Yan Rui said in his mind: "You are no longer the same person you were when you were a child."
Yao Weiran slowly exhaled, feeling much calmer.
Yao's father came over and sat opposite Yao Weiran. He was wearing an old-fashioned and outdated suit. His hair was specially combed and his beard was cleanly shaved. The Sichuan pattern between his eyebrows became deeper and heavier. He felt like it even when he was expressionless. Like frowning.
"How come it's like this? And you're in a wheelchair?" Yao's father looked at Yao Weiran in surprise, his eyes full of nervousness and distress.
At this moment, Yao Weiran felt that he was calmer than he thought. He sneered and said, "There is no one else here, so there is no need to pretend to care about me."
Yao Weiran's cold eyes made Yao's father a little at a loss. He lowered his head and pulled up his clothes, took a sip of water from his hand, wiped his mouth and said, "Weiran, we...we haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"
"Do you have such a bad memory?" Yao Weiran said with a sarcastic expression on his face, and his tone did not fluctuate, "Didn't we meet in the live broadcast room a few months ago?"
There was no trace of reminiscence in her words, only slow ridicule.
Dad Yao awkwardly twitched the muscles on his face and smiled, then picked up the water glass and took a sip of water and said, "Excluding that time, Dad hasn't seen you for more than ten years, right?"
When Yao Weiran heard the word "dad", he felt harsh. He nodded and said, "Yes, I haven't seen him for more than ten years. He gave me a big surprise when he showed up."
Yao's father licked his lips, lowered his head and touched the hair on the back of his head, as if he was having some ideological struggle. He raised his head and looked at Yao Weiran, and said with a little helplessness, "Can you please stop talking to me in this tone?"
"Then which one to use?" Yao Weiran raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you still expect me to see you hugging and crying with you?"
"I am your father after all!" Yao's father couldn't control his temper and raised his voice. He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water before putting it down heavily to vent his dissatisfaction.
Yao Weiran looked at him calmly, suddenly smiled and said: "That's right, you are the one I know well. Tell me, what do you want to see me say today, or what do you want?"
Yao's father tugged at the collar of his clothes, took a deep breath to control his temper, and said: "After divorcing your mother, Dad...I had a very bad life. Sometimes I had to hide here and there, and I found a wife. He was a short-lived ghost, he died after spending all my money, and he didn’t even leave me a child. I also got a serious illness myself, and life is really... very difficult."
When mentioning that short-lived ghost wife, Yao's father looked disgusted, as if there was some smelly mud in the ditch before his eyes.
He continued: "You don't know that at that time I..."
"Do you know how I got here in the past ten years?" Yao Weiran interrupted him and said, "What kind of life do my mother and I live? You don't know, because you never care about living in this world. It’s so funny that I haven’t seen this city in more than ten years.”
When she was a child, Yao Weiran had a fantasy after her parents divorced. She imagined that her father would wake up because of this incident, start working hard, change her face and start a new life. Maybe they would meet her on the streets and ask her how she was doing. Let's see. Has she grown taller?
But such a scene had never happened before. Gradually, Yao Weiran understood a truth in life: never have expectations for a bad person.
"I can't even take care of myself, so I don't have time to take care of you." Yao's father scratched his hair impatiently, showing his usual stinky expression.
Then he glanced at Yao Weiran opposite him and realized that he had said the wrong thing. He cleared his throat and said, "No... you are living a good life. You see, you entered the entertainment industry because of your beauty. Recently, you have You're so good at life, but if it weren't for my genes, how could you be so good-looking, right?"
After he finished speaking, a smile that he thought was handsome appeared on his face.
I have to admit that Yao's father was indeed handsome when he was young, otherwise Yao's mother wouldn't be able to marry him when he was a poor man. However, the grinding of life and the ugliness of people's hearts will gradually show up on their faces, and love comes from their hearts.
Yao Weiran looked at his ugly face coldly, and became impatient and said: "My mother is the one who gave birth to me, and it has nothing to do with you. What I hate most is that I have your genes. Stop beating around the bush, come on. Tell me your purpose!"
After she finished speaking, she picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste could not cover up the bitterness in Yao Weiran's heart at this moment.
"Look, why are you so anxious? We haven't seen Lala for so many years." Yao's father rubbed his hands and said with a flattering smile, "Well... you know my life is really unbearable, so I think……"
After he finished speaking, he made a gesture of rubbing money with his hands and looked at Yao Weiran with raised eyebrows.
Yao Weiran couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "You want money? Why?"
"Why?" Dad Yao obviously didn't expect that she would ask this. He was stunned for a moment and then said his true words casually, "Because I am your father! You should pay for me to support me in my retirement!"
"Ha." Yao Weiran sneered and said, "Retirement care? Have you supported me in the past ten years? Every penny I spent was earned by my mother's hard work, and every love I felt was My mother gave it to me! I grew up all because of my mother alone, what does it have to do with you? Are you so shameless that you come to me to ask for money for your retirement?"
As he spoke, Yao Weiran couldn't control his excitement, and Yan Rui in the private room next door became worried after hearing this.
"That's what you said." Yao's father completely messed up his neatly combed hair, leaned back in the chair and said in a rogue manner, "You were born without me and your mother? Huh? I divorced your mother. Aren't you mine before? You still have to rely on your mother, your mother... What is your mother's ability! A woman! A waste! I'm a loser for giving birth to you."
Hearing these words, Yao Weiran couldn't help but slap the table with his palm. The pent-up anger climbed up in his heart, and the end of his eyes couldn't help but turn red. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Keep your mouth clean! You have no right to mention me." Mom! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have to suffer all that! Do you know how many scars you left on her body? All her illnesses are caused by your exhaustion! They are caused by your anger! They are caused by beatings! You have a hard life. That’s what you deserve for your own misdeeds! That’s God’s fault! People like you should go out and be hit by a car! You should die on the street without anyone collecting your body! Now come here to ask me for money for retirement? You deserve it too!”
After the roar, Yao Weiran was tormented by the extreme heartache. She couldn't help but begin to breathe quickly, her clenched fists couldn't stop shaking, she lowered her head and blinked her eyes to try not to shed tears.
Faced with his daughter's hysterical questioning, Yao's father also slapped the table angrily, pointed at Yao Weiran and scolded loudly: "What are you doing! Curse your father! I knew you were nothing! A loser! If it weren't for you My mother called me and begged me! I didn’t want to come to see you! Seeing that your mother was about to die, I became so kind! You don’t know how much money they gave me over there! Use it here to listen to you curse me! "
