Good Dad System

The memory instillation took longer than expected, and after Pei Naochun finished sorting out the chaotic thoughts in his mind, the room also darkened.

He turned on the lamp above the bedside table, and reached into the bedside table according to the position in his memory to explore, and he found a dilapidated notebook with black leather cover. Pei Naochun is a careful person. Expenses are carefully calculated and neatly recorded in the book.

The black notebook looks very old, and the paper has turned yellow. Although the owner loves to use it, it still can't stop the mottled skin. There are many large and small papers.

Pei Naochun became more and more silent. In the memory of the original owner, he always ignored donations quickly and didn't take it to heart, but when he wrote them down in a notebook and became a record, it became astonishing—

"On June 10, 1990, Zhang Ze paid 150 yuan for tuition and books.

On June 20, 1990, he went to Shanmao Village to visit Li Si, who was suspended from school, and paid 210 yuan for tuition and living expenses. "

This is the record that he started working in the school with salary not long after he graduated.

The latest record was recorded this morning: "The school organizes a donation of 350 yuan."

He was silent, remembering the soul projection that 009 had just put on him - the original owner himself. The other party was very thin and skinny, with no flesh on his cheeks, sunken eye sockets, and the clothes he was wearing were too big, which made him look too skinny. Empty leg tubes.

There was no sad expression on the original owner's face, he looked quite peaceful, not like he had been tortured by a long illness, he just looked at him and muttered to himself: "In my life, I am worthy of the sky, the earth, my heart, and my heart. Teacher, I'm just sorry for Xiuzhen and Chuqing."

"It would be unfortunate to have a husband like me, a father like me, right?" After he died, he followed his daughter in the form of a soul for a long time, and he also met his wife once.

He saw that his daughter was like a shopaholic, and went to the mall to scan one after another of exquisite and expensive bags. In his soul state, he wanted to persuade her to save some money and do charity, but no one could hear him. If so, he followed his daughter back home and went into her daughter's cloakroom, which was more exaggerated than what it looked like on TV, and it was full of stuff.

He saw Chu Qing casually throwing the purchased bag in the corner, went deep, and opened the cabinet with the glass cover, the position was carefully arranged by the owner—

But there, there was an old light blue schoolbag that was out of place.

He remembered the bag.

It was the second schoolbag owned by his daughter. He and his wife took their daughter to the mall to choose it. Maybe it can't be called a mall. It is a clearance cart at the door of the mall every day. The pink flip-top bag with a Kitty cat on the counter at the counter, he glanced at the price, took his daughter outside, and chose this bag that was simple and elegant in his opinion, but too plain in her daughter's opinion.

After the bag broke several times, Xiuzhen helped to sew and mend it. Once, when her daughter fell, she cut a big hole in the bag. She came back with the bag sobbing, and wanted to change to a new school bag. He did not agree and pressed Xiuzhen to sew With a big smile on his face, he happily told his daughter that it would not be a waste of money.

On the day Xiuzhen and Chuqing left, her daughter was also carrying this bag. She clutched the bag of her schoolbag tightly, looked back at him, and left without sadness or joy.

Then, he heard Chuqing facing the bag and scolded loudly: "Have you seen it, I don't need the broken schoolbag you bought for me now, I can buy ten, one hundred, one thousand! A bag is more than your monthly salary, you know? If you are in front of me, do you want to ask me to donate money again? Do you want to ask me to be a good person again? I tell you, I don't do it I'd rather buy a bag and pile it at home, and I don't want to be a good person like you!"

She sat on the floor as if she was tired of scolding, with tears streaming down her face: "How can you not regret it? You should regret it! Are you stupid? If you hold me, I'm in a good mood, donate two at will. It's more than the money you donate! I hate you, I hate you!"

He floated beside him, speechless.

He is a person who likes to persuade people to donate money and does it himself, but at that moment, he couldn't say a word.

That is also the daughter he once treasured and looked forward to being born, how did it become like this? He really regretted it, but once again, he couldn't change it.

Pei Naochun looked at the man with a peaceful face, his face suddenly contorted, with self-blame and embarrassment.

"I hope you can help me and treat my daughter and wife well." He pursed his lips, "I don't know how to be nice to people."

"...I also hope that you can guide Chu Qing well, accompany her, and tell her that being a good person is not a bad thing. Don't stop loving the world and help others because of a bad father like me."

Pei Naochun looked at the disappeared soul, nodded deeply, and replied, "Okay."

…

"Mom, why are you arguing with your father?" Pei Chuqing saw that her mother was in a bad mood and didn't bother. She obediently finished her homework by the side. Seeing that her mother was a little distracted when she was cooking, she approached worriedly and asked. .

"...It's nothing." Su Xiuzhen evaded her eyes a little, "You kid, go read a book first. Mom has to prepare meals. There's a lot of fumes, so don't put it in there."

Pei Chuqing took a sniff and showed an intoxicated expression: "There's no smell of soot, the food made by my mother is the first delicious food, especially fragrant."

"You're the only one who likes to be funny." Su Xiuzhen was amused, she tapped her daughter on the head, and pushed her out, "Don't make trouble for me, darling." She was worried and didn't know where to go to save some more. After the money came out, how dare she tell her daughter that the money she set aside was used by her husband to be a good person again?

As a nurse, Su Xiuzhen hears parenting classics the most all day long. The benefits of the county hospital are good, and the annual bonuses are also high. There are many colleagues who are willing to spend money on children. She felt sorry for Chuqing when they said that she would sign up for interest classes, learn piano this way, and learn guzheng that way.

As soon as the two walked to the kitchen door, they saw Pei Naochun who opened the curtain and walked out of the room at the same time.

"...Are you feeling better?" The atmosphere was too embarrassing, and Su Xiuzhen spoke first.

Pei Naochun hurriedly replied, "It's much better, I don't feel any discomfort anymore." After he finished speaking, he felt too stiff again, and added two polite words, "Xiuzhen, have you started cooking? It's delicious, has Qingqing finished her homework? ?"

These words were too embarrassing, and the three fell silent at the same time.

"It's done." This is Pei Chuqing, she pursed her lips and refused to look at her father.

"...Well, I'm doing it." This was Su Xiuzhen, and she was also embarrassed.

"I... I'll go out?" Pei Naochun couldn't stand the atmosphere, he said hesitantly.

"Go out if you want."

Pei Naochun is standing against the wall at the moment, in a dilemma. In terms of his strong desire to survive, when he heard this, he knew that his impression points would definitely be deducted when he went out, but if he didn't go out, the matter could not be solved...

"I'll be back when I wait." Pei Naochun glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and vowed, "I'll be back before dinner." With just over an hour left before their usual dinner time, he walked in a hurry. Running out the door, I couldn't see the appearance of just fainting.

Su Xiuzhen curled her lips and didn't say anything more, but the fire was getting hotter and brighter.

She entered the kitchen and chopped the onion, ginger, and garlic on top with extra effort, causing the cutting board to jump with the shock, like a piece of **** that was chopped into pieces, looking like Pei Naochun.

Pei Chuqing was lying on the table, looking at the textbook but not seeing her heart.

Why is my father so angry with my mother today? Dad, can he have a good life one day? someone else's father...

…

At the beginning of the lanterns, the whole city was lit up. Pei Naochun saw that the time with the appointment was getting closer and closer, and he had already turned from walking to running. After turning this corner, he entered the alley where his home was. There were no street lights in the alley, only The lights turned on by every household illuminate the narrow alleys that are too dim.

When it was time for dinner, all kinds of food smells mixed together in the alley, but it was not too unpleasant. Most of the pedestrians had already returned home, and few were still outside. Pei Naochun also avoided the trouble of saying hello. All the way without stopping, straight home.

"Xiuzhen, Qingqing, I'm back." Holding the door, he started to gasp for breath as he slowed down, with a lot of sweat on his forehead.

The table was already full of dishes. In order to prevent the temperature from dropping too fast, the top was fastened with a plate. Both mother and daughter were sitting on the table, as if they were chatting and waiting for him. When they saw him, they turned to look at him at the same time. The expression on his face was not very good.

"Why did you come back?" Su Xiuzhen couldn't hold back her question, and she blurted out, "Daughter is still growing, you don't know if you eat before you go out?" She attacked people like a bullet, and she thought His head held back his words, but he didn't dare to tell the truth to his daughter.

"I..." Pei Naochun scratched his head embarrassedly, "I have something to do, Xiuzhen, I'm sorry, then let's prepare to eat."

Again.

Su Xiuzhen couldn't express her anger, so she frowned and went to the kitchen to cook. Pei Naochun did not say anything else. She had a good temper. There is no such thing as his temper, but the more he is, the more angry he is.

"Xiuzhen." While her daughter was helping to lift the plate, Pei Naochun squeezed into the kitchen, wanting to help, "I have something to tell you after dinner..."

"...What's the matter?" Su Xiuzhen was very vigilant, she stopped beating her meal, looked at her husband up and down, wanted to lower her voice but couldn't help but raise her voice, "You won't go out to give money to others again, will you?" She said heavily As soon as you put the rice spoon in the rice cooker, you will lose your temper.

Pei Naochun hurriedly put his hands together and made a begging expression: "Xiuzhen, Qingqing is still outside, give me some face, let's talk after dinner, I don't, I really don't!"

Su Xiuzhen looked out subconsciously. Pei Chuqing was biting her lower lip, and she was holding a small stack of plates tightly to look inside. She immediately restrained her anger, turned around and went back to eat: "Okay, we'll talk about it after dinner."

She wanted to see what kind of flowers her sage husband could conjure up this time!