PDLP Chapter 5, Scene 1: A Battle Between Father and Son
Chapter 5, Scene 1: A Battle Between Father and Son
In the internet cafe, Ye Fan defeated Obama for the third time in a solo match, and looked at Zhao Mingzhe mockingly: "Son, call me Dad!"
Zhao Mingzhe, looking defiant, said, "I was careless just now and didn't dodge. Let's play another round. I don't believe you can win again."
"Come on, you bastard! We agreed on best two out of three. This is the third round already. I've given you one more round. You've lost three rounds in a row. You've lost your pants. Now call me daddy!" Ye Fan wasn't giving him any more chances.
"I..." Zhao Mingzhe stammered, his face turning red with frustration.
They've taken advantage of each other countless times since childhood, but to actually call each other "Dad"...
"In exchange for a bottle of Ice Red Tea and a pack of instant noodles, that 'Dad' call will be replaced with!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan immediately raised his middle finger.
Zhao Mingzhe immediately ran to the bar and grabbed a bottle of chilled "Guojiao 1573" liquor and a pack of Da Yu Zhu instant noodles.
The father-son game ended with Zhao Mingzhe selling a bottle of "Guojiao 1573" and a pack of instant noodles at a loss.
The two squatted at the entrance of the internet cafe, munching on instant noodles with chilled iced red tea, enjoying themselves immensely.
Only a true brother could do that.
The friendship between the two can only be described in one word: pure, without any ulterior motives.
Their relationship remained unchanged until Ye Fan died and was reborn.
This guy must have been incredibly lucky in his past life. Even though he only got a junior college diploma, he married a virtuous and beautiful wife and had a healthy baby boy.
When the child was 3 years old, he recognized Ye Fan as his godfather. During Ye Fan's most difficult time, this guy, despite being under immense financial pressure and having a high monthly mortgage, lent Ye Fan 5 yuan.
Moreover, after giving Ye Fan 5, the kid said that it wouldn't matter if he lost. If things really didn't work out, he could still support him, at least ensuring he wouldn't have to worry about food, drink, or shelter.
Later, after Ye Fan became successful, he naturally did not forget Zhao Mingzhe.
It can be said that Zhao Mingzhe is a good brother whom Ye Fan completely trusts.
"Old Ye, what's next?" Zhao Mingzhe asked, sipping his "Guojiao 1573".
"Let's head back, or go get some chicken? You've got money!" Ye Fan said, munching on instant noodles.
"Damn, Lao Ye, you're thinking dirty thoughts. Why are you always thinking about that kind of thing?"
As Ye Fan walked, he said, "Screw you, what are you pretending for? I know you too well. Did your plane take off last night?"
When Ye Fan asked Zhao Mingzhe this question, his eyes darted around, and his face turned bright red.
However, Zhao Mingzhe still asked curiously, "Old Ye, what's it like... with a girl? Is it great? Do you know?"
Ye Fan rolled his eyes at him: "Is this something you should be asking? If you want to know, just take a hundred yuan to Baihua Village Street tonight and experience it for yourself..."
Zhao Mingzhe took it seriously, but he pouted and said, "No, I still have two months before I turn 18."
Ye Fan was speechless. How could this kid be just like that big, dumb guy in this respect?
............
The two continued walking home.
Passing by a park, I saw a group of middle-aged and elderly women standing neatly in rows.
There was also a large loudspeaker in front of the square.
At this moment, an older woman walked up to the speaker.
After pressing a few buttons, the speaker started up, and it was incredibly loud.
The vast horizon is my love.
Flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills.
...........
As the music started, the middle-aged women began to dance, their movements agile and energetic.
The two stood by and watched for a while.
Ye Fan knew that the song "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend" had become a hit across China and even overseas in the following years.
Phoenix Legend's songs have become popular in various fields, even in the technology sector.
After watching for a while, Ye Fan lifted his leg and walked across the street. After crossing two streets, they arrived at Yue Ting Garden, and then the two continued walking forward.
Ye Fan's house and Zhao Mingzhe's house are only 3 minutes apart.
Zhao Mingzhe's mother, Shen Qingtang, and Ye Fan's mother, Gu Ruoning, are best friends.
Ye Fan and Zhao Mingzhe were practically inseparable since childhood.
They're closer than brothers.
"Old Ye, I'm going home now. I need to review at home this afternoon. Tomorrow is the last official test before the exam," Zhao Mingzhe said.
Ye Fan rolled her eyes at him and said, "You? Review? Are you kidding me? Are you sure you don't have a fever today?"
"Get lost, can't I just study? Are you coming this afternoon?" Zhao Mingzhe gave Ye Fan the middle finger.
"If you really wanted to learn, would you have waited until now? You've already taken your shit and you're only now thinking about finding a toilet. I'm not going. You can learn slowly."
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he walked home.
Zhao Mingzhe: "........"
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Ye Fan returned home.
I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of RED milk, opened it, and gulped it all down in one go.
"Burp~~, that feels good."
After finishing his drink, he couldn't help but lean towards the window, looking at the azure sky, wondering if there was some divine intervention helping him, otherwise how could he have been reborn?
"I must not waste this life again."
He had already made plans for important short-term matters yesterday.
To achieve all your life goals step by step.
However, even with careful planning, unexpected things can still happen.
For example, yesterday.
The thought of this gave him a headache.
Life is full of strange and unpredictable things.
Even if you are reborn, it's inevitable that you will still encounter what you're meant to encounter.
He dreamed of Liu Ruyan last night.
To his dismay, he found himself in a young body with an old soul, which made him particularly fond of voluptuous, curvaceous, and mature young women.
Sometimes you can only understand Boss Cao when you get older.
He remembered that in his previous life, someone on the internet asked Boss Cao why he liked people. Someone replied: When you buy fruit, do you need to pick and choose? But if you just take fruit from someone else's bag, do you not need to pick and choose?
Wonderful!
Wonderful!
He shook his head, trying to stop himself from overthinking, and told himself that everything would be fine naturally.
Who cares about her identity, just take her down.
He picked up a new notebook from the drawer of his computer desk, took out a pen, and opened to the first page.
I started writing in my diary: "On Saturday, May 10th, 2014, I ate a peach."
I even savored it after I finished writing it.
I closed the laptop again, put it back in the drawer, and locked it.
Do respectable people keep diaries?
Is keeping a diary what makes a decent person?
However, Ye Fan was not exactly a respectable person either.
Ye Fan hummed a little tune.
I suddenly remembered that I recently turned 18 and begged my mom to buy me a guitar.
However, he never actually studied it until he met Tian Ranling in the second semester of his freshman year, after which he began to study seriously.
He immediately went downstairs to the storage room, rummaged through drawers and cabinets to find the guitar, and gently stroked the strings.
Back in the living room on the first floor, I crossed my legs and opened my phone to search for the lyrics to Leslie Cheung's song "Silence is Golden".
He plucked the strings and began to sing to himself in a showy manner.
"The night wind is biting, I look back on the past."
"The me of the past was filled with anger and resentment."
"False accusations and accusations have left me with a belly full of resentment."
"They react very strongly to rumors."
"Having learned a lesson, they received guidance from the scriptures."
"I have now seen through things and am no longer trapped by them."
"..................."
Sudden.
A voice suddenly rang out from outside the window: "Holy crap, Lao Ye, when did you learn to play the guitar?"
A head popped out; it was Zhao Mingzhe, that bastard.
"You scared your dad to death! Didn't you go home to study? How did you suddenly appear here?" Ye Fan was so frightened that he wanted to curse.
Zhao Mingzhe shook his head and said, "My mom asked me to bring you some fruit!"
"Why didn't you come in through the front door? You had to stand by the window and scare me like that."
Zhao Mingzhe placed the fruit on the table and replied, "By the way, what song did you just play? It was pretty good. You show-off, didn't you just buy a guitar recently? How come you can actually play it?"