Chapter 254 The Red Racing Car
The remote control racing car in my hand is a bit old, the plastic shell on the car is yellowed, and there are some bumps and bruises around the racing car.
Xie Changyan recognized it as a gift to his son at a glance, and looked a little nostalgic.
In his memory, this car was brand new not long after it was given away, but it became worn out in the blink of an eye.
“I didn’t expect you would still keep it after so long.” Xie Changyan said.
Ji Zeqiu's face looked a little ugly, "My father gave it to me, of course I want to keep it."
He struggled to sit up from the bed, trying to snatch the car back from Xie Changyan.
Before he got off the bed, he heard Xie Changyan's next words, "Have you taken out the keys in the car?"
"What?" Ji Zeqiu was stunned.
However, in the next moment, he saw the remote control racing car being torn apart in Xie Changyan's hands.
It took Ji Zeqiu a while to react. His eyes were stern, and his voice hoarse due to illness suppressed his anger, "You bastard, you actually took apart my things!"
He picked up the pillow on the bed. , threw it towards Xie Changyan, "Get out of here!"
Xie Changyan had not even married his mother yet, so he dismantled the things his father had given him.
He must tell his mother to drive this bastard Xie Changyan out!
Just when he was about to pick up another pillow and throw it at Xie Changyan, he saw Xie Changyan take out a slightly rusty key from a groove in the racing car.
"I didn't expect that 20 years later, this key is still here." The smile between Xie Changyan's eyebrows was tinged with helplessness.
"What is this?" Ji Zeqiu opened his mouth slightly and was stunned for a while.
Xie Changyan threw the key in his hand to him, and while helping him restore the remote control racing car, he said: "It is a racing car key."
"I bought one when I was on a business trip abroad. It was a racing car, but you were still young at that time, so you definitely couldn’t drive it. I put the key in the remote control car, thinking that if you play more with remote control racing cars, you might become interested in racing cars. When you grow up, , and happened to find this key."
When Xie Changyan talked about this, there was still a trace of nostalgia in his expression.
I just didn't expect that my son would become a star when he grew up. Not only was he not interested in racing, he didn't even find the key.
Even this racing car may have disappeared.
Ji Zeqiu lowered his eyes and looked at the key in his hand stiffly. A memory from his childhood suddenly flashed through his mind.
My father, who has not been back for a long time, is getting gifts for his mother and brother.
At that time, the servant was taking him out of the backyard. When he saw his father, he hurriedly threw away the servant's hand, quickly jumped on his father's calf, and opened his hands for him to hug him.
His father chuckled, and a pair of strong hands easily held him in his arms.
He put his arms around his father's neck, kissed his cheek loudly, and drooled all over his face, "A gift for dad, a gift..."
The father wiped his face helplessly Drooling on him, he took out a remote control racing car from the bag and handed it to him.
"I'll give you this racing car to play with first. When you grow up, you can drive a racing car with your dad together, okay?"
"Okay~" he responded softly.
"There is another gift from dad in the remote control racing car. When we, Zeqiu, grow up, remember to find it."
However, his attention was quickly attracted by this remote control racing car. , and quickly forgot what his father said.
Now, twenty years later, when Ji Zeqiu saw the key, the thoughts in his mind were tangled up like twine.
How did Xie Changyan know about this?
How did Xie Changyan know there was a key inside?
Could it be...
Ji Zeqiu couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, and the irregular keys in his palms made him ache. Ji Zeqiu took a deep look at Xie Changyan, with a complicated expression in his eyes.
He opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated.
At the moment when his thoughts were confused, Xie Changyan had already restored the remote control racing car in his hand, exactly the same as before.
"That racing car has been sitting in the 4S store in the north of the city. It must have been scrapped after so many years. If you still want it, I will choose a new one for you next time." Xie Changyan said, reaching out and rubbing it again His head.
"The body temperature is still so high. Take a good rest. I'm going downstairs first." Xie Changyan put the pillow he threw on the ground back, then went downstairs and left.
Ji Zeqiu looked at his leaving back, then looked at the key in his hand, squeezed it hard, and remained silent.
......
Ji Zeqiu lay in bed for two days, and finally got better after taking a fever-reducing injection.
The first thing after getting out of bed is to go to the 4S store in the north of the city.
"Mr. Ji, it has been too many years, and the car may no longer be found." The clerk looked a little embarrassed on his face.
"It doesn't matter, you try your best to look for it. If you really can't find it, forget it." Ji Zeqiu pursed his lips.
"Okay, Mr. Ji, please sit here and wait for a while. We will send someone to look for him right now." The clerk poured him a cup of tea and then left with a few people.
Time gradually passed, Ji Zeqiu sat in the store for 7 hours, waiting from morning to afternoon.
He looked at the rusty key in his hand again and couldn't explain why he came here.
Maybe he was deceiving himself?
Maybe there is no racing car at all, this key is just another drawer or door key...
And he actually came here just because of Xie Changyan's words.
Anxiety surged in his eyes. He closed his eyes, and his eyes returned to calm.
Ji Zeqiu stood up suddenly and walked out of the store.
However, just a few meters away from the door of the store, he remembered the clerk's voice calling behind him, "Mr. Ji, why are you leaving?"
"Maybe I remembered it wrong. Still..."
"We have found it."
Ji Zeqiu's body suddenly froze and he looked at the clerk in disbelief.
After a while.
Led by the clerk, he came to a red racing car.
Because it has not been used and maintained for a long time, the surface has become rusty and mottled. Compared with the current racing car, the appearance is also older.
No matter how mottled it is, it still cannot stop the fiery red color of the car body.
For a moment, the scene of my father driving a red racing car flashed in my mind.
"Mr. Ji, do you think it's this car?" the clerk asked.
The clerk's voice suddenly brought Ji Zeqiu back from his thoughts.
He came to his senses, took out the key that he had held for a long time, and inserted it into the door lock on the car.
The palms of my hands could not help but tremble.
There was a "click".
The car door opened smoothly.
Is this really the racing car his father gave him? !
(End of this chapter)