Chapter 820 It Wasn’t Originally Like This

Fang Xuanxuan was sitting in the back seat, while Fang Zhuo drove his Roewe and remained silent all the way. Neither father nor daughter had the intention to speak actively, and both seemed to be quietly listening to the music in the car.

It is Bach's unaccompanied cello suite, a piece that Fang Xuanxuan has been practicing some time ago.

After the vehicle drove onto the elevated highway from Huxi Road, the morning sunlight shone on Fang Xuanxuan's face through the light-colored windows. Fang Zhuo secretly glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror and sighed quietly in his heart.

Friends all said that he should have given Xuanxuan to his ex-wife when they got divorced, but since he only had a daughter, he was a little bit reluctant to let her go. Now that it's better, he is simply helpless with the problems of adolescence.

Perhaps because he was born with a good temper, Fang Zhuo took many things indifferently. For example, Fang Xuanxuan had stolen several times, but in Fang Zhuo's view, these were just adolescent problems.

It is normal for a girl who has no mother to discipline her to have some problems. Fang Zhuo has seen some such girls. In some non-mainstream dating markets, Fang Zhuo has also encountered girls with problems who have grown up. Sometimes they also have problems. A bit of mysterious charm.

How should I put it? In Fang Zhuo's opinion, his daughter's problems are not a big deal. Fang Xuanxuan doesn't have a mother by his side for these education matters. He can let the school teachers educate him. Unfortunately, the school teachers can't count on them. There may be problems in the class. There are too many children, or in other words, current teachers only care about their grades and have no time to teach children how to be sensible.

Does the police care? It seems that he can't control it. Xuanxuan's problem is not too serious. The child stole some things from the convenience store, which only cost a few dozen yuan in total. Xuanxuan did not deny it. There was nothing unclear about the matter, so there was nothing he could do about it. Investigate more, as for why you want to steal things?

As soon as Fang Zhuo thought of this question, the car rushed forward and almost caught up with the Mercedes-Benz Smart in front of him.

"Xuanxuan, you are still practicing this piece of music recently, right?"

Fang Xuanxuan frowned, raised his hands to ponder his nails, and then reluctantly replied, "I stopped practicing a long time ago."

"Why don't you practice? Haven't you been practicing this song recently? You also said that the school band is going to perform and so on. Look at dad's memory."

As he spoke, Fang Zhuo actually laughed, feeling a bit proud and happy in his heart.

Fang Xuanxuan is a cello player in the school's string band. The teacher even praised her for her good playing skills. This is thanks to his insistence on taking Fang Xuanxuan to the cello teacher's class every week. The class was held rain or shine, and she almost never missed a beat.

Not many parents can do this.

Fang Zhuo asked again, "When will the school report on the performance? Dad still wants to sit in the front row and watch you play."

"Tch, boring." Fang Xuanxuan responded coldly, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes, as if the sun was glaring.

"Why are you bored? It's almost the end of the semester, and there must be a performance this semester."

"Oh, are you done? I'm sleepy."

After Fang Xuanxuan finished speaking, he leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands in front of him, as if he didn't want to talk anymore. Fang Zhuo stopped talking and drove peacefully.

After sending his daughter home, he still has to rush to the company for a meeting. This is the more important thing in life. Without a job and money, how can he raise his daughter.

It was easy to find a parking space in an old-fashioned community during the day. After Fang Zhuo parked the car, he turned off the air conditioner and asked Fang Xuanxuan to get out of the car. The father and daughter then walked back home one after another, without saying anything along the way.

Fang Xuanxuan said "I'm hungry." Fang Zhuo looked at the time and said hello to his daughter apologetically, "There is Hewei in the kitchen, your favorite instant noodles flavor. Dad didn't have a good breakfast either, but it's too late." I bought it for you, or you can make do with it.”

"Oh, okay." Fang Xuanxuan nodded and sat on the sofa. He looked at the two empty cups in front of him and didn't ask any more questions. He just looked away, too lazy to continue talking.

"By the way, what do you mean by writing a letter to the police?"

"Um?"

"You said you would write a letter to the police in the morning? Xuanxuan, my father would also be full of imagination about love when he was studying, but can we not let it go?"

"No? Why not?"

"I mean, you are a girl, you can't just think about falling in love all day long."

"You don't like me running away with someone? I said I was just going to meet friends, the kind of friends I like more."

"you--"

"What's wrong with me?" Faced with Fang Zhuo's hesitation, Fang Xuanxuan opened his round eyes and raised his chin stubbornly, "What's wrong with me? What does dad want to say to me? Or tell mom what happened today!"

"Can you - can you, don't let dad say unpleasant words."

"What are the ugly words? Just say whatever you want to say." Fang Xuanxuan looked at Fang Zhuo without blinking. Fang Zhuo was angry, but he was embarrassed to say anything to his daughter, so he changed his clothes angrily and said something to his daughter before going out. I straightened my hair in front of the mirror, said goodbye to my daughter, and hurried downstairs to the company.

After a fight with Fang Zhuo, Fang Xuanxuan took a bath listlessly, dried his hair with a dry towel, and sat at the desk. He hadn't eaten for too long, and his stomach was twisting and aching.

She supported her abdomen with her hands, and a row of beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. After a long time, Fang Xuanxuan stood up and walked to the kitchen, found a box of seafood-flavored instant noodles, and poured hot water into it.

The water was not hot, and my father couldn't think of boiling hot water at home. After soaking the noodles for ten minutes, they were still cold. So after taking a few bites of stiff noodles, Fang Xuanxuan opened his notebook and started writing.

"Going through the bushes and walking along the river, you will see a stone bridge. It is a very old stone bridge and is incompatible with the architecture of this era.

There was a black kitten waiting for passers-by. I didn’t know who it was waiting for. When I saw Lin walking by, it meowed at her.

Lin's heart was tripped and she stopped. She was originally going to a place, but this cat made her stop.

Lin leaned down and touched the black cat's neck. The black cat was very obedient, squinting its eyes, and then rubbed against Lin's feet, acting like a spoiled child.

Lin frowned. She didn't like people who act coquettishly, and cats were no exception.

Suddenly a thought flashed through Lin's mind, but she quickly threw them away. These thoughts were terrible.

There is a stone bridge there. Do you know what is behind the stone bridge?

It was as if the black cat was talking to her, with a human-like voice. "

His stomach twitched a few more times. Fang Xuanxuan closed his book, lay down on the desk for a while, waited for the stomach pain to subside, then picked up his schoolbag and left the house.

It takes twenty-five minutes to walk to school. Fang Zhuo has not sent his daughter to school for a long time, and Fang Xuanxuan is used to it.

Get used to being alone, even though it is not like this originally, and others are not like this either.