Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Chapter 390: That Morbid and Paranoid Game Development Character (29)

Long Si prepared four dishes in advance to entertain his son's new friends - of course, whether they were "friends" or not would only be known after he saw them with his own eyes.

His wife died early, leaving him with only a son. He held the son in his hands for fear of dropping him, held him in his mouth for fear of him melting, and was afraid that something bad would happen to his son if he wasn't careful.

With this kind of pampering, Long Ping'an did not grow up badly, but he became more lively and active than other boys.

When drinking and gathering with gang members, they would start showing off their sons and talking about how good their sons were. However, Long Si would only say that Long Ping'an was very naughty and would never praise him in any good way.

He had selfish motives and didn't want his son to know that he was in a gang. Although he looked powerful on the surface, he was actually doing business that was risky.

Relying on his cleverness, Long Si climbed up to his current position, managing dozens of people, and he doesn't have to fight in person.

He didn't want Long Ping'an to follow his old path.

But God was unfair. Long Ping'an actually suffered from a terminal illness. He went to many clinics, big and small, but no one knew what the disease was or how to treat it. They just told him to be mentally prepared.

"This place in the lower city, ah..."

An old doctor with white hair and beard said this before leaving.

In the downtown area, don’t ask for anything else as long as you can live a good life.

But he is not willing to give in!

He, Long Si, is not a good person. He has committed many murders and arson. But his son is innocent! His son knows nothing!

In order to ensure that Long Ping'an would always be innocent, all the money that Long Si spent on him was earned through legitimate transactions.

Just because of a sentence he overheard in his early years.

“Only people who are clean have a chance to go uptown.”

For more than ten years, Long Si carried out this statement, whether true or not, even though he had never heard of anyone going to the upper city.

——The place described as heavenly seemed like a legend.

Maybe, maybe Ping An’s illness will be cured when he reaches the upper city area?

With vague hopes, Long Si tried many times.

"Upper Town? What are you thinking? People like us only deserve to stay in the Lower Town."

"I advise you not to be too ambitious. What does the Upper City have to do with us? You might as well think about what to eat tomorrow."

Until one time when they were drinking, he asked Long Hai about it. The man looked very surprised and said, "Good fellow, I didn't expect you to have such ambition."

"But I advise you not to think about it. For many years, no one has found a way to get to the upper city. The old guys who knew about it are probably almost all dead now."

"But..."

Long Hai burped and said mysteriously, "It's not possible in the upper city, but I have a way in the middle city."

Long Si didn't want to appear too anxious, but Long Hai didn't intend to say the next words. The clues were cut off, and he tried his best but failed to pry Long Hai's mouth open.

Before he could think of any other ideas, Long Fei suddenly sent someone to find him and took out a medicine, saying that it could suppress Long Ping'an's illness, on the condition that he worked for Long Fei.

Long Si gave it to Long Ping'an with a half-believing and half-doubting attitude, and the effect was very good, at least it relieved a lot of pain.

He inquired privately for a long time and confirmed that only Long Fei had this medicine. Needless to say, the result was good.

For the sake of his son, he agreed to Long Fei's conditions.

He joined the Dragon and Tiger Gang just to live a better life, and he didn't care who became the young leader.

In fact, he didn't understand why Long Fei was so anxious. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Long Fei's ability was much stronger than Long Ming's.

He understood Long Fei's anxiety, but wouldn't Long Hai consider this?

In his opinion, Long Fei was too anxious.

"Dad, I brought Xiaoyou here!"

The steam blurred Long Si's face. He took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen with a smile on his face without waiting to open the door.

"Finally you're back. Did you have fun?"

With an eager smile, "I was wondering if I should go out and look for you two. This is Xiaoyou, right?"

"Oh, you are such a good-looking child, much cuter than Ping An when he was little. Come on, come in, the food is ready, we are waiting for you."

Long Si was a thin man. He smiled at everyone he met and habitually squinted his eyes, making it difficult to tell his emotions. Even towards a child like him, he was enthusiastic and did not show any disrespect.

Very confusing.

Seeing a stranger suddenly, Mo You clutched the corner of his clothes shyly, smiled shyly, greeted him first, and then said, "Hello, uncle, sorry to bother you, I, I'm in time, I'll bring something to thank you for your hospitality next time."

Oh, that's quite polite.

If there is a favorability prompt above his head, then Long Si has already added 20 points to Mo You.

She is cute and polite, and seems to have a good personality. She is shy but not timid and dares to speak.

His smile was more genuine. "Don't be so polite. Come on, come on, sit over here and help yourself to the fruits on the table."

"There are still two dishes to be cooked. Ping An, you chat with Xiao You while I get busy."

Long Ping'an's eyes lit up, "Go quickly, I'll be with Xiaoyou."

When adults are present, it is always difficult to talk about some private matters between friends.

Long Si smiled and shook his head, then turned and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen was very close to the living room. Long Si did not close the door and could hear the conversation between the two children clearly. He cut the meat gently.

"Hey, Xiaoyou, come and sit down. This apple is for you."

The yellow apple was washed very clean. Mo You took a bite and Long Ping An couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? Is it sweet?"

Mo You nodded vigorously, "Yeah, this is the first time I've eaten such a sweet apple."

After taking two more bites, Long Ping'an took the initiative to start a conversation, mainly asking some questions about him, like, "Xiaoyou, where do you live? Is it far from my home? Can I come to your house to play when I'm free?"

Mo You paused. If it was before, he would definitely nod indifferently, but his house had been remodeled by the monster. Thinking of that pink...

"Well, it's a little far from here, but it doesn't matter, I'll just come to find you. I'm Ping An's little knight, and Ping An just needs to wait for me at home."

He didn't want anyone to enter his and Mr. Monster's home, no one.

Besides, with Long Ping'an's physical condition, if he suddenly fainted due to excessive exercise, Long Sizhi might vent his anger on him. He didn't want to cause trouble before achieving his goal.

Long Ping'an is not stupid. How could he not guess that Mo You's cautious look was a subtle expression of concern?

Feeling warm in his heart, he pinched Mo You's soft cheek and said, "I'm not that fragile..."

Mo You's eyes widened, and Long Ping'an spread his hands and begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Who asked Xiao You to care about me so much?"

He couldn't refuse such pure kindness.

"correct!"

Long Ping'an clapped his hands, stood up and ran back to the bedroom, saying, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

Mo You sighed.

Sure enough, he is still a child who has not grown up. If he is really a naughty child, he would have started making trouble long ago if he was left alone in the living room as a little guest.

Pretending to look around with curiosity, he caught a glimpse of the open kitchen door. After thinking for a moment, he jumped off the sofa, like a child who suddenly came to an unfamiliar environment and couldn't help but want to explore.

Except for the necessary furniture and other items, all the other things in the house belonged to Long Ping'an. Overall, there was nothing that shouldn't be there, and it was unexpectedly "clean".

Mo You knows best what kind of child is likable. He is shy but responds to every word, speaks politely, and has the curiosity that should be possessed by his age, but he will not touch other people's things without permission.

When Long Si's voice sounded from behind him, he was standing with his hands behind his back, staring at the skateboard in front of him.

"This is Ping An's skateboard. He used to love riding it for walks. But since he got sick, it's been lying here gathering dust."

Mo You blinked and looked at the skateboard that was clean and obviously wiped frequently, without asking any questions.

"Brother Ping An is such a good person, his illness will definitely get better."

"Maybe." Long Si shook his head and sighed, skipping the topic. "Won't your parents be worried about you coming here? Do you need me to call them and let them feel at ease?"

"..."

Mo You's silence made Long Si curious, "What's wrong?"

Is the truth finally revealed?

He knew why a child suddenly appeared and made friends with Ping An. Let me see what your purpose is.

"Mom and Dad went to a very far place." Mo You showed a quiet and well-behaved smile, but his eyes were already filled with tears.

"When I grow up, I will go find them. Then our family will always be together... always..."

Long Si was stunned.

Mo You didn't say anything else. He raised his head and whispered to Long Si, "Everyone told me that my parents left and they would appear when I grew up."

"But I know, I know they can't come back. They didn't leave me, but..."

The two difficult words disappeared like the wind.

"died."

Guilt surged like a tide. Before he could sort out his feelings, Long Si's eyes widened slightly when he heard the second half of Mo You's words, "...Why do you think so?"

The common white lies told to children whose parents have both passed away, such as "they have gone far away," "they have turned into stars," "you will be able to find them when you grow up," etc., may sound ridiculous to adults but are just right for children.

Long Si looked into Mo You's eyes. Besides the childlike innocence, there seemed to be a certain maturity in them - the ability to see through the surface that can only be seen in adults.

It shouldn't be possible at this age.

He added mentally.

"Even if they didn't tell me, I knew it. Dad seemed to have offended someone outside, so he was retaliated against. I was having fun outside at the time, so I escaped."

Silently shedding tears is far more distressing than crying loudly. Mo You whispered, "Adults always think that children know nothing, so they don't take it to heart. I understand. They want to use white lies to make me live with hope. Don't think too much."

Like the sky clearing up after the rain, he curved his eyes, and although there was still a haze, it still contained a shocking warmth.

"I will live well, even for their kindness."

Long Si didn't know how to describe that look, so much so that he could clearly feel the hope conveyed in it at a glance.

He was almost certain that Mo You, who could have such a look and say the above words, was definitely not a bad boy.

Peace to him, he made a good friend...

"Dad, did you bully Xiaoyou? Don't be afraid, Xiaoyou!"

Long Ping'an came out with a bunch of toys, but he ignored them after seeing Mo You's red eyes. The toys were thrown on the sofa and no one cared about them. Their owners ran to a boy with their hands open in a protective position.

Long Si didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He patted Long Ping'an's head without using much force. "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Am I the kind of person who bullies children?"

He glanced at Mo You.

"Xiaoyou just got blinded, there's no need to cry or not, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Long Si took the initiative to change the subject. The polite smile on his face was no longer there, but rather much more genuine. Mo You knew that he had dispelled Long Si's suspicions.

Long Si's cooking skills are unexpectedly good. The dishes he makes are colorful, fragrant and tasty, with a good combination of meat and vegetables. He is quite particular about the combination. I guess he has put a lot of thought into Long Ping'an's health.

Being able to do this, leaving aside personal issues, he is at least a qualified father.

He thought of Mo Cheng at an inappropriate time. His father, whose ashes had long been mixed in the mud, was completely opposite to Long Si.

No, or rather, the other party's fatherly love was only given to Mo Yaoan.

"Eat slowly. Come, drink some water."

Long Si patted Long Ping'an on the back, handed him a glass of water, and did not forget to pour him a glass as well and placed it next to him.

...It's still different.

Mo Cheng loves himself more, but Long Si loves Long Ping'an more.

"Come on, Xiaoyou, you should eat more too. Children who are white and plump are more likable."

There were two large pieces of meat in the bowl. Long Si put down his chopsticks and smiled at him. Mo You was very surprised by the care from an elder.

He thought that if he had the chance in the future, he would try his best to protect Long Si.

——For the sake of this table of food.

The boy looked so cute while gnawing on the meat seriously. Under his influence, Long Ping'an even ate half a bowl of rice more, which made Long Si in a good mood.

I feel that Mo You’s arrival is a good thing.

After a while, the two children, who had eaten and drunk their fill, leaned back on the sofa, unwilling to move.

"Hey? Dad, where are you going?"

Mo You looked up and saw that it was Long Si who hurriedly came out of the kitchen, changed into a coat, and walked out with his cell phone in one hand.

"I have something to do at work. Just leave the dishes in the kitchen there. I'll wash them when I get back. You and Xiaoyou should stay at home and play. If you are tired, take a nap."

"..."

The door is closed.

Long Ping'an remained silent for a long time.

"Brother Ping An, are you unhappy?"

Mo You sensed his low mood and said caringly, "Dad said that if you are unhappy, just say it out loud. This way, the unhappiness will be split in half."

His eyes were clear, "I am willing to share your unhappiness."

"…I'm sorry for bringing you bad emotions." Long Ping'an hugged his knees and said in a muffled voice, "I just feel that my father is too busy at work and has no time to accompany me."

"If you hadn't come to my house as a guest today, he would probably not come back for several days and would have someone come to my house to cook for me."