Traveling through Thailand

Chapter 142 Huge Misunderstanding!!

As soon as he reached the door, he turned around and looked at his son carefully. After confirming something, he looked at Tang Xi with a look of "you've worked hard" and said, "Well, you two, your relationship, um, ahem, you should have told us earlier. Don't worry, if Pat makes you angry in the future, just tell us and we will definitely help you get revenge."

As he was about to leave, he thought of something and turned back to say a few more words: "Well, you are still young and have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, but you also have to be moderate. Drinks and things like that... ahem, it's better to avoid these stimulating things. Ahem, ahem." After saying that, he ignored the shocked looks of the two people opposite him, hid his embarrassed and failed expression, and walked out with his hands behind his back, as if to say, "I'm not embarrassed, and embarrassment can't find me."

Before closing the door, I vaguely heard: "Oh, what's wrong with Tang's taste? He likes Pha better than Pat. Why don't we go back and talk to Pha and ask her to try to steal my brother's girl?" The most annoying thing is that the sound of the door closing didn't stop the sigh.

The sound of the door closing brought Tang Xi back to his senses, and his brain began to replay the words his uncle had said.

Pat stood at the doorway, looking at Tang Xi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his anger rising sharply. His heart was screaming: Dad, you have misled me! Sister, your brother is going to die.

Pran crawled out from under the bed and saw Tang Xi with his back to him. From the bottle in his hand that was severely deformed, he could tell that he was angry at the moment and must not be provoked.

His eyes met Pat standing at the door, and the other's pitiful eyes made Pran's heart tighten. If it weren't for the habit of disguise over the years, he might have risked pleading and helped Pat through this crisis.

Unfortunately, when Tang Xi stood up from the bed and swung the retracted stick, the sound of the stick breaking through the air reached their ears, causing them to subconsciously tremble and move a small step back in sync.

"Well, well, Tang, listen to me." To save his life, Pat, even though he was very afraid of Tang Xi's current state, still mustered up the courage to speak. Because he felt that if he didn't open his mouth to explain, he might not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

"You talk, I listen." He picked up the tissue beside him and took out a few sheets to wipe his wet collar.

He walked back to his original seat while wiping it, and gave the two of them a look. The two of them, receiving his gaze, sat back in their original seats very obediently, looking like good children.

Pat carefully studied the other person's expression, but didn't see any anger or a desire to hit him. His nervousness eased a little. "Well, I really didn't know my dad was going to make a surprise inspection tonight. If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have called you so late at night."

He threw the soaked tissue into the trash can and pulled out a few more: "No more?"

"No, no more." Pat stuttered.

But after being poked by Pran's elbow, he immediately said, "I will call back tomorrow morning to explain what happened tonight. I will never let them misunderstand the relationship between you and me." After saying that, he glanced at Pran, as if asking what he should say.

Pran glanced at him calmly, then looked at Tang Xi, who was concentrating on wiping his clothes. He said cautiously, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

I thought the look he gave me just now was a sign of him speaking for me. I didn't expect the first words he said would be to report the harm!

Ignoring Pat's look of "Why don't you save me?", he stood up and left the next second after Tang Xi nodded.

Pat watched the departing figure silently. The moment the door closed, his heart completely died.

Half an hour later, Tang Xi opened the door and met Pran's eyes, who was standing opposite with the door half open. Even with the door closed, he could still vaguely hear the groans from inside.

Pran retracted his head and closed the door.

Woo woo woo, this is so cruel, so cruel.

He shouted this in his heart, but at the last moment of closing the door, he whispered: "Be careful on the road."

Six minutes later, the door opened again. Pran made sure the person had left before exiting. He reached the door, the remaining ointment in his hand, and after much hesitation, he finally decided to knock. After three knocks, and a long moment, he heard footsteps from inside.

After the door opened, Pat endured the pain in his body and frowned at the person who came in: "What are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?"

Pran subconsciously wanted to refute, but seeing the long, thin marks on his naked upper body, she decided to keep quiet. She handed him the ointment in her hand and said, "Rub it on. It will feel better."

Pat glanced at the ointment in his hand, thought of what Tang Xi said before he left, and swallowed his refusal.

"Since you brought the medicine, come in and help me apply it."

He habitually wanted to refuse, but Pat turned away, the marks on his back blocking his words. He lowered his head and followed him into the house, and began to apply ointment to him under the light.

As Pat applied the ointment, he recalled Tang Xi's words before he left: "If you really can't get along with him, then persuade your parents to move and transfer schools. Your two families should live far apart so that there will be no intersection."

"No, if anyone wants to move, it should be theirs." Pat, who was running away in fear, felt a pang in his heart when he heard the words "no more interactions", but the habit of more than ten years made him subconsciously refuse directly.

"I'll mention it to him as well." Tang Xi, who had been beaten enough times, took a deep breath, picked up a bottle of water, opened it and handed it to the other party, and opened a bottle for himself to drink.

Pat endured the pain and took the water he offered, mumbling, "If he moves, then I don't have to move. Besides, I live well here, so I don't want to move."

Looking at his expression, you can tell that he really doesn't want his relationship with her to be like this. Otherwise, he wouldn't seek him out as an outsider during every argument. It's all about having a way out in the end; otherwise, they wouldn't bother leaving the problem to outsiders to judge.

Huh? Doesn't this mean that, without knowing it, I've become the bond between them?

He thought this in his heart, but said something else: "Pat, you should think carefully about your relationship with Pran. Do you really want to continue to quarrel with him like this? After you get married and have children, will you continue to quarrel and fight like this? Will it be passed down from generation to generation?"

Pat clutched the bottle tightly in his hands, imagining this future life. He felt an inexplicable discomfort, especially when the other party, accompanied by his wife and children, argued with him. Even more infuriating, in his imagined scenario, his wife and children weren't around!

"And after what happened today, what will you do if he transfers to another school? Or will you just continue living your life as usual?"

"It would be great if he transferred to another school. That way he wouldn't disturb my peaceful life." He said this, but a voice in his heart told him that it wasn't true. He also wanted to get along with him like a normal friend, and he also wanted the two families to put aside their prejudices and live together.

He couldn't meet her gaze, and he knew the man in front of him was speaking one thing and thinking another. But Tang Xi didn't expose him. After all, it was a habit he'd built up over a decade, and it wasn't something he could just change. And even asking him to speak softly to Pran was simply a fantasy.

Unless he thinks clearly about how the relationship between him and her should develop, their relationship will only become more and more strained and eventually turn into that of their parents.

Perhaps Pran would have someone else by his side in the future, and he also imagined that scene. Now he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his body, and his expression became more serious.

Tang Xi could see that he had taken his words to heart, but he wasn't sure which part of it he had taken to heart. He checked his phone and saw that it was already 11 o'clock. He decided to consider the interest he had earned from their argument until his break as paid.

He stood up, retracted the stick and put it into his round belly bag: "Rest, it's getting late."