Teacher Xiao Ge talked about compensation with Liao Tiaohuo's mother. After the other party's polite refusal, Teacher Xiao Ge insisted on giving the other party 50,000 yuan. When Principal Ge asked Xiao Liao's father to accept the pile of gifts and tobacco and alcohol, Xiao Liao's father, that is, Master Liao, refused to accept it.

"Principal Ge, you are my teacher and my son's principal. When you have a conflict, you shouldn't have come in person. Besides, I'm going to collect the things you gave me, so how can I meet my classmates?"

Principal Ge smiled and said, "I have educated both of them. If the students are wrong, the teacher will not be responsible. If you accept it, I will feel at ease. Just treat you as helping me, okay?"

This awkward smile was imprinted on Dongzi's heart. In his eyes, the long-respected father, who had never had such an apology or even a flattering smile in Rongcheng.

A great shame and humiliation!

Of course, the necessary procedures must be passed when the police are present. The letter of understanding was written by Master Liao himself, his parents signed the name, and Liao Tiaohuo pressed his handprint, which means that Chen Dong no longer needs to go to jail.

Chen Dong lowered his head and followed Principal Ge out of the hospital, not daring to make a sound. This tall and thin figure was like a peak, and he lowered his posture to others because of his affairs. This was even more uncomfortable than beating Dongzi.

Nothing needs to be explained, including how Liao Tiaohuo angered him at that time, including Liao Tiaohuo's words and behaviors, because the person who took the responsibility in the end was Principal Ge, who had a good reputation in Rongcheng and was called Daddy.

"Dongzi, let's go to your house first." Principal Ge sighed and looked back at Dongzi. The hospital was closest to Dongzi's house. At that time, the police sent Liao Tiaohuo to this hospital, which was also considered for the nearby treatment.

Dongzi lowered his head and walked on the street with Principal Ge. After leaving the hospital, Principal Ge asked the police to take Teacher Ge home, and he wanted to tell Dongzi something alone.

Although it was spring at this time, Dongzi's heart was colder than winter. Many people along the way greeted Principal Ge enthusiastically, and Principal Ge responded politely, humble and polite. Only Dongzi knew that his actions made his father, who was in the hospital just now, so humble.

Some people also looked at Dongzi's embarrassing look strangely. His clothes were burned by black fire and charcoal dyed, and his hair was also messy. When he walked down, the holes in his trouser legs were also obvious.

This is a familiar and long street. Dongzi feels that the whole world has changed. On this street, because of his abnormality, the scenery and characters of the street have changed.

What happened last night changed his outlook on life. Many secrets surged, but I don’t know the answer.

What have Yu Yan been doing in the past two years? She knew that Tiao Hun is not a good thing, so why did she be with him? Are they in love? Since she is in love, why Tiao Hun was so rude to her last night?

Tiao Hun knows the past between him and Yu Yan. Is it jealousy or revenge?

If Yu Yan had no feelings, why did she dissuade Tiao Huo’s provocation last night? Why did she ask Teacher Xiao Ge to save herself afterwards?

The sweet man said that the mutton skewers did not look like their father’s taste. Could it be that the past customers who said that my taste had returned to the flavor of "Lao Chen Barbecue" were all comforting me?

None of this matters anymore.

The person walking in front of Dongzi is a big secret. Dongzi knew since childhood that their family had no relatives with Principal Ge's family. However, there was obviously a reason why Principal Ge's family was so nice to him. Dongzi's parents insisted that Dongzi called "Dad" and regarded Principal Ge as their parents. Why is this?

Principal Ge's family is not a rich man. How determined is it to suddenly take out 50,000 yuan to protect himself? To this day, Principal Ge has not criticized him, but has just said impulsive and immature evaluation. This is even more uncomfortable than beating Dongzi on the spot.

These are not even important.

Dongzi didn't dare to ask about the most important secret. At this time, he had already arrived at Dongzi's house. Dongzi was about to open the door, but saw Principal Ge turn to the stairwell and look at the one that had fallen, kicked by Liao Tiaohuo, and the barbecue rack.

Principal Ge sighed again. He had already done this twice. In Dongzi's memory, Principal Ge never sighed. He always stood upright on the podium and walked straight on the road.

"It looks as if it is warm."

Dongzi opened the door and asked his father to come in. Principal Ge looked at the two portraits with a serious expression, as if nodding to Dongzi's parents. Seeing the fruit offerings on the altar, he said to Dongzi: "Dongzi, I know what your mother gave to your aunt when she left. Don't let them down."

Dongzi was going to move a chair, so she asked her father to sit down. Principal Ge waved his hand and said to Dongzi: "What are you missing? If you want to do other business, we can also find a way, okay?"

What a great disappointment! Dongzi clearly remembered that when he set up a stall again, his father asked his uncle to come over and took a handful of mutton skewers to him. Later, his uncle told him: "Your father said, you have hope, make your father's reputation back."

At that time, Dad used the mutton skewers business as a family inheritance to encourage Dongzi. Dongzi also thought so: to return to the good taste of his father and his good reputation of his father back then was his own career.

The brand that was about to "Lao Chen Barbecue" was written by Principal Ge back then. Now it is placed in the house. Both of them have seen it. The brand has been damaged and cracked. Dongzi is afraid that she will never be able to bear this brand anymore.

Dongzi was sad not only because Principal Ge asked him if he was willing to do other businesses, but also because Principal Ge was disappointed with Dongzi's inheritance of his father's stall, but also because he had been holding it in for a long time at this time. When Principal Ge finished his words, Dongzi could no longer hold it in.

At that time, Principal Ge looked at the two portraits and said, "Linzi, Luhua, Dongzi is fine. As long as I am in one day, I will be able to take care of him."

This voice was so sad. Although Principal Ge's voice was calm and low, Dongzi's feelings could no longer bear it.

He knelt on the ground and blew his parents' portrait three times: "Dad, mom, I was wrong. I've grown up, and it's not reassuring."

Dongzi burst into tears. Principal Ge waited for him to calm down a little and touched Dongzi's head: "Dongzi, get up, you are young, you can't stand the impulse, just learn from your lessons, you are still a good friend."

The grievance and self-blame made Dongzi cry: "Dad, if it weren't for him saying that, I could still bear it. My parents told me to make money with kindness, I remember it. But I couldn't bear it if he said that."

"What did he say?"

"He said I am not my parents' own son, Dad, tell me, am I?"

Principal Ge slapped Dongzi's head, as if he was hitting or blaming him. He looked at the two portraits and sighed: "Oh!" He turned around and left.

Dongzi quickly locked the door and wanted to send Principal Ge away, but saw Principal Ge completely ignored him, as if nothing had happened, and continued to greet his acquaintances on the road, walking straight, Dongzi didn't dare to chase him.

When Dongzi opened the door again and recalled the scene at that time, an unknown feeling suddenly arose, making his memories and reality entangled together.

I remember when I was a child, around when Dongzi was in elementary school, my mother took Dongzi to Dongshan Park to play, and a colleague from the soda factory joked. "Oh, Luhua, your son is so cute. He looks bigger than your eyes and whiter than Master Chen's skin. Which one do you look like?"

At that time, my mother did not answer, but just changed the conversation. But another aunt on the side said, "There are neither likes." Although the voice was low and was stopped by others in time, it was left in Dongzi's memory. Some people smoothed out: "Some people can continue and concentrate their parents' strengths. What do you know?"

Everyone laughed and left a question to the young Dongzi: Who do I look like?

Once again, it was during the junior high school physical examination. I just went to the first grade of junior high school and asked for a physical examination. That time, Dongzi knew his blood type for the first time: type B. At that time, two ways to calculate personality were popular among classmates. Some people used constellations and some used blood type. People with type B blood were creative and artistic talents, and Dongzi was very proud.

He happened to see his father's physical examination report when he got home. Because the chef had to undergo a detailed physical examination every year, he found that his father's blood type was type A. According to Dongzi's limited physiological knowledge at that time, he knew that the only one who decided his blood type was probably his mother.

"Mom, what blood type are you?"

Lu Hua was stunned, as if she had thought for a while, and said, "Why do you want to ask this question?"

"My dad is type A. I only found out after a physical examination. I am type B. So what blood type are you?"

Lu Hua's face was a little unnatural at the time, but it quickly returned to normal: "Our soda factory physical examination was a formality, and I don't know. What blood type do you think I should have?"

"Either type b or ab type, it's only possible to be these two."

"Well, you're educated, you have the final say."

Dongzi laughed at that time, and his mother praised him for being educated, and he felt very proud.

But it took the memories to more than two months ago. My mother went to Wuhan to rescue her. Although she was taking care of her aunt in Wuhan, she was helping her, and her uncle in Wuhan was a director. She had no problem contacting the bed and experts in some hospitals, but Dongzi had to come in person when signing these things with the family.

During a signing process, Dongzi glanced at the medical records in the doctor's hand, as if she saw that her mother's blood type was also type A. Dongzi had some doubts at that time that such a large hospital would definitely not have a wrong blood type when facing such an acute and serious patient. So, either the wrong examination was made in junior high school, or the wrong physical examination report of her father was made.

Of course, when facing my mother's critical condition, nothing mattered. In the last few days, she held Dongzi's hand, said nothing, but she just burst into tears. My aunt had notified Rongcheng's relatives, including my aunt and uncle, and they all came. My aunt said in front of Luhua: "Don't worry, we have us in Dongzi's affairs. My father also said that with him, Dongzi will not suffer any loss."

When Dongzi's mother was angry, she held Dongzi's hand with her left hand and Teacher Ge's hand with her right hand, and finally she spread it out at the same time.

Long-term chronic nephritis develops into uremia, and then to renal failure, which consumes all the money and the last energy in the body of Luhua. Dongzi saw her mother who was exhausted from oil and lights reach the end of her life, and the feeling of pain and nowhere to cry, made people dazed for many days. If it weren't for the care of her father and his family, Dongzi wouldn't know how to deal with it.

The young Dongzi grew up in happiness. Although his parents favored Dongzi a little too much, Dongzi did not develop arrogance. In many families today, parents spoiled their children, and there was a mistake in raising Jiaojiao in poor families, but Dongzi's family was a special situation.

Although his father worked hard, his sense of responsibility and integrity infected Dongzi. His father was retired from a soldier and had a kind of tenacity and confidence. Even on the night when setting up a stall, Dongzi could hear his father's shouting and his customers' hearty laughter.

Although Dongzi's father can only sleep for four or five hours a day, he gets up on time at 6:30 in the morning and never slacket off to make the bed and do housework. In order to cheer himself up, he always gives himself a command before getting up and doing things, just like the army: "Carry down the housework and clean it!"

Chen Lin, let Dongzi know what a real man is. Such a man is respected. Even if he is at the bottom of society, people entering and leaving the factory entrance, regardless of whether they buy mutton skewers or not, they will politely shout: "Master Chen, the business is good!"

Dongzi's mother worked in a soda factory when Dongzi was a teenager. As soon as Dongzi went to school, she would inevitably pack two bottles of soda for his books: "You drink one bottle, and another bottle. If a classmate is thirsty, give it to him. Boys should be generous."

Parents always give the best to Dongzi, from clothes to expenses. In the words of their mothers, “We are not rich, but we should not look down on people.”

During festivals, my father always cooks two good dishes, let Dongzi ride on a bicycle, put it in a thermal bucket, and give it to his father every house while it is hot.

"You have to know how to be grateful, and your mouth should be sweeter. Every family of Dad is our only relative. Without them, there would be no you."

This sentence once made Dongzi wonder because Dongzi felt that his parents should have said this back then, and that it was appropriate. "Without dad's family, there would be no happiness for our family." Because, from the narrative of his parents, this family has received too much favor from dad's family, and they arranged it from marriage to finding a job to Dongzi's schooling.

"What does it mean to have no me?" Dongzi once thought about this question, but this question was too difficult and could not find the answer. Later, he gave up asking.

Dongzi's mother Luhua is a kind person and is good to everyone. Even in summer, as long as the sweeping cleaner is sweating at the door of his house, Dongzi's mother will hand someone a bottle of soda. At that time, Ronggang's soda was given to employees in a fixed amount. In the two-working family, there were four bottles per day.

This kind nature of kindness gave Dongzi a habit of kindness. Later, he liked to help others in class, which was also an influence on his parents. Of course, Dongzi also had another ability, which was to be funny. He felt that being able to make the classmates in the class happy because of him was the happiest thing for him.

Of course, this is a later story. At this time, Dongzi walked out of her memories and continued to think about the big question: "Am I really not my parents' birth?"

In terms of appearance and blood type, there are doubts. What's more, Liao Tiaohuo's words. You should know that Liao Tiaohuo's parents are also Rong Gang's people, and even had a relationship with his father.

What Dongzi most doubted was that when he asked his father just now, his attitude. Dad hit him twice, definitely not comforting him, but blame him. Perhaps, in front of his parents' portrait, he shouldn't have thought so, asked like this.

This is unfilial.

But why didn't Dad answer at that time? He left quickly afterwards, as if he was avoiding this question? Is there really something hidden?

He couldn't find a second person to ask this question. In Rongcheng and even in this world, he didn't know what other relatives there were. Since his parents were not Dad's biological parents, why did he call them that? Since he asked this question, why didn't Dad answer?

Since my parents passed away, the reason why I was able to stabilize from this grief was not only the help and care of my father and family, but also had a spiritual power. That is, to guard this family and those beautiful memories.

There are only two things left in this house. The material thing is this house. It was sold by my father in a bunch of mutton, and it was worn by my mother while I was struggling to wear it. Before going to the hospital, my mother asked Dongzi to change her coat. After Dongzi changed her, Dongzi still remembered her with a word.

"It's not very useful to change it. In this home, it's impossible to change the cumin flavor."

It was the taste of mutton skewers, it was the taste of my father’s life and Dongzi now.

So, the second thing is this barbecue stall, which is the signature of "Lao Chen Barbecue".

My father never taught him the barbecue technique in his life. He always said, "My son is the material for studying, so don't suffer this again."

Dongzi's father died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage at a barbecue stall one night. When passers-by saw him lying on the ground, the screams made by him alarmed Luhua. When Luhua came out, the crying sound alarmed the neighbors, and then he was sent to the hospital. When he arrived at the hospital, he had no breathing and pulse. The doctor rescued him for two hours, but it was useless and declared dead.

My father left without leaving a word. When Dongzi rushed back from Wuhan, his father's clothes had been replaced by his uncle.

Dongzi's father was exhausted and only slept for four or five hours a day. For this family, for his wife and children, he persisted for more than ten years.

My father is a second-level chef and has his own tricks to cook. Of course, he also has his own tricks to roast lamb skewers. But he didn't have the chance to teach Dongzi. Dongzi insisted not to go to college and stayed with his sick mother at home, so his mother had to agree. The mother was unwilling to cause trouble for her father's family, although they promised to take good care of her.

Luhua knew about the channels for purchasing mutton, the choice of meat, the types and quantity of ingredients, including the early production process. When Dongzi didn't learn it well, Luhua taught him step by step, fearing that he would insult his father's reputation.

But one thing is not easy to master, that is, the heat of barbecue. Because reed flowers rarely watch your husband barbecue on site, this is impossible to guide. It’s just that Dongzi is trying to roast at home, and reed flowers are here to taste it. When should I turn it over, when should I add chili noodles and cumin, when should I add pepper powder, how long should I roast each, etc.
To be continued...