ye nanzhou stood at the entrance, looking straight at his father, whom he had not seen for more than four years.
in the face of this accusation, the corner of ye nanzhou's lips moved slightly, and his eyes drooped.
aunt fang subconsciously grabbed ye nanzhou's arm, and hit the round field with some anxiety: "your father has this temper, you don't bother with him." she frowned at ye jianping and motioned for him to speak well.
obviously, his son was not around, and he was more worried than anyone else; now that his son had a hard time entering the house, he would have to rush out with the first words.
aunt fang dragged ye nanzhou to the living room, picked up the gift box in his hand and showed it to ye jianping: "old ye, don't talk seriously with nanzhou." nanzhou also deliberately brought so many things from rongcheng to see you. "you
..." ye jianping couldn't go up and down without a word, glancing at the only child he hadn't seen in several years, and after all, he still didn't say it according to his own temperament.
after ye nanzhou sat down, aunt fang went to the kitchen to open lunch, came out to bring a cup of tea, and when she saw that the father and son had not yet spoken, they secretly shook their heads.
it's all bad temper.
aunt fang took the initiative: "lao ye, you just said which uncle yang of the south boat is it?" how is it related to the south boat? ye jianping wanted
to speak, and ye nanzhou took up the water cup and explained in a warm voice: "it should be the youngest son who is in the yang uncle in rongcheng, doing the hotel linen business."
aunt
fang remembered that there was indeed such a person, who had worked with ye jianping's company before. she asked with a tight step, "you met?" what happened? <
ye nanzhou knew that aunt fang was taking the initiative to ask questions to break this matter apart and crush it in front of his father, and by the way, give him a chance to explain.
aunt fang's kindness, ye nanzhou has always been the leader, there is no reason to disappoint such a gentle and kind person.
ye nanzhou mentioned that the old yang's younger son took his child to participate in his program, because the relationship was unsuccessful, and then anonymously reported other contestants to spread rumors about the unfairness of the program group, and explained how the program group asked a lawyer to deal with it.
aunt fang shook her head and said somewhat wordlessly, "what does that have to do with you?" she turned
to ye jianping and said, "old yang is also true, how can he not blame his grandson for participating in the competition without care, how can he not blame his son for wanting to go through the back door?" is it difficult for us to owe their family in nanzhou? in this matter, helping is the love point, not helping is the duty. besides, if nanzhou does management, if it can
easily let xiao yang go of the relationship, what do the people at the bottom think? everyone has a sample, how does nanzhou manage its subordinates?
ye jianping craned his neck and said, "this society is like this, the road is flexible, and old yang and i have been friends in business for many years." now his son asked my son to do something, and my son directly picked up the stall. even if the stall is done, it also makes his son ugly in public, lao yang said that everyone knows about the internet, and now the whole circle is laughing at his son.
ye nanzhou calmly took a sip of water, and he couldn't hear it.
aunt fang smiled, and xiubai's palm pressed on the glass surface of the rosewood coffee table, and gently patted: "this is why my son is not in good control, and i still have to teach other people's sons." this old yang can't either.
ye jianping glanced at her suddenly: "don't add to the chaos."
ye nanzhou dissuaded: "well, don't argue with aunt fang because of my affairs." tthat's the little thing. fortunately, the young contestants were not hurt because of uncle yang's younger son, and the loss of the program group was not large.
"then you must also take care of my old face, you can not come back to this home for four years, do not want relatives and friends around, i was born here and will die here, you continue like this, will you offend all my old friends in the future?" no one was willing to give me incense on the day i came out of the funeral?
ye jianping's words were more difficult to hear than the next.
ye nanzhou wondered, why did he decide to go home at that time?
impulse is the devil.
aunt fang sighed, "old ye, do you have to say it so heavily?" when the south boat returned, we had a happy meal. he still deliberately took time to see you come back, if you don't want to see, i will send people away? or i'll go, i'll drive directly to rongcheng with one foot on the accelerator. with
that, she was about to stand up.
"bullshit!" ye jianping grabbed her, his tone stiff, and said unnaturally, "eat." after saying
that, he controlled the wheelchair and went to the restaurant.
aunt fang patted ye nanzhou's shoulder: "let's go, eat."
ye nanzhou had been wondering before, what did aunt fang really like about his father? his mother couldn't stand it and chose to divorce.
aunt fang could actually be by his side for ten years.
he was a little late half a step, aunt fang had already stepped forward with a light gait, took the initiative to push ye jianping's wheelchair, and bent down as if to say something in ye jianping's ear. <
ye nanzhou thought, maybe aunt fang really knows
how to get along with his father.
or maybe in the long process of getting along, they are willing to understand each other and run in depth, so that they can have a harmony that is difficult for outsiders to understand today.
both he and his mother seem to have chosen to "avoid."
his mother avoided divorce by filing for divorce, and the way he avoided it was by not returning home from another place.
restaurant.
the usual hospitality at home is a large round table, and the family meal is a small round table.
today,s use is also a small round table, but a plate of dishes is full, piled up in two layers, if it is flat on the large round table is also enough.
there are also many dishes, light shrimp have three plates, white boiled vinegar, fried sauce shrimp, longjing shrimp, chicken stewed crispy chicken soup, cut into tic-tac-toe pattern of thick sauce roast meat, and then there are four or five plates of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, several plates are also piled with various colors of brine.
all of them are ye nanzhou's favorite food.
ye nanzhou sometimes thought that his mother might not be able to make it so thorough, bits and pieces of these things, as if only aunt fang was the most thoughtful in life.
aunt fang used chopsticks to give ye nanzhou a dish: "i originally forgot about the marinade, your father asked me to prepare braised pork, saying that you love bibimbap in sauce." "
cough!" ye jianping picked up the chopsticks, "eat it, don't say it's useless."
aunt
fang smiled: "you started asking what to eat at noon yesterday, and in the evening you still worry about asking sister chen to start stewing chicken soup early." yyou don't say these things, i don't say them, how does nanzhou know?
sister
chen brought the last plate of steamed sea bass sprinkled with green onions and smiled: "before the wife came back, the husband just looked out of the kitchen."
ye nanzhou drank chicken soup, and it was not too hot on a hot day.
after eating, the three of them sat in the flower hall drinking afternoon tea.
ye jianping learned that his son immediately had to take a train to rush back today, and said bluntly: "you are busier than me now, and you can't stay at home for one night?"
ye nanzhou thought, no matter how delicious the chicken soup is, the words in his father's mouth are ultimately listening to the blockage." the show at hand is particularly busy, and it will be better after this period. "then
you'll come back when it's over." by the way, which show is it? aunt fang cared, "nanzhou, you talk to your aunt, and your aunt also looks online." "it's
a kid-based audition type show." ye nanzhou opened his mobile phone and showed
her the live broadcast platform of "cubs rush forward", "the selection participants are all three to six-year-old children, the selection of the six divisions has just ended, followed by the national selection, and there are three or four periods."
aunt
fang took the mobile phone to look at it, pointing to a white and cute little face: "this little child looks so well-behaved, and his appearance is really pleasing."
ye nanzhou glanced at it, smiled softly, and said, "his name is tang xiaoluo." he is a very popular young player in the rongcheng division, and he is also very smart.
aunt
fang asked, "how many children will be selected for a competition area?" ""the
scene of the match on the day was 12 promotions, and the remaining 3 were live-watched audience votes this week." ye nanzhou looked at ye jianping, who was silent, "uncle yang's grandson did not advance this time."
ye jianping raised an eyebrow, looked at the mobile phone in his wife's hand from a distance, and did not take it seriously.
but aunt fang clicked into xiao lotus's live channel, saw some of his past videos, and then asked: "how old is this little lotus?" looks so small, can you still participate in the program competition? so clever?
ye nanzhou said lightly, "a little early four years old." the
eyelids of ye jianping's left eye jumped up violently, cautiously and carefully paying attention to his son's reaction, and found that he was only stating the facts, and seemed to be relieved.
at this age, it was really sensitive between father and son.
ye jianping was unwilling to continue this topic, so he said directly to ye nanzhou: "you go to the study with me, there are some other things to explain to you."
aunt
fang handed the mobile phone to ye nanzhou, laughing and quipping: "look, at the critical moment, i will be blocked out of this person with a foreign surname." oh, i'm going to my son and not talking to you.
ye jianping heard her say" "my son", and the eyelids of his right eye began to jump wildly.
it's as if there are ground/mines everywhere, and they can blow people up in minutes.
ye nanzhou was calmer than ye jianping, anyway, seeing that aunt fang could not get around "her son", there was no need to always hang in her heart, mediocre self-disturbance. <
the father and son went into the study on the first floor one after the other, and aunt fang went into the kitchen to prepare a meal that ye nanzhou would bring back for a while.
sister chen took out a few specialties that had been prepared a few days ago and asked, "madam, it's a bit heavy, how do you bring it?" if only i had come by car, just leave it in the car. now that
ye nanzhou came by high-speed rail, he couldn't always carry it back with both hands.
aunt fang said, "sister chen, you contact the courier point of the property, find a master to come, i will ask the address of the south boat in a moment, and directly express him to the past." she also
did not know the specific situation of ye nanzhou in rongcheng, and planned to prepare more things, which could be sent to leaders, colleagues, friends, and some for herself, so she tried to prepare as much as possible.
sister chen saw that mrs. chen had personally washed her hands and used a clean vacuum bag to divide the brine, so she said: "madam, i will come and you can rest." these brine flavors are very hard for you to prepare. "that's
it two or three times." aunt fang looked at the things in her hand, and today she didn't know how many times she sighed, "you said that these little children, one by one, don't go home." ah zheng is also, his father let him return to china he is not happy, abroad is free, but there is always no home. if he can marry smoothly, i am not worried about being abroad. sister chen helped
lay the groundwork and persuaded: "in a few years, ah zheng is still young, and when he wants to start a family, he will understand the hardships of his parents, and then he will know to come back and filial piety to you."
aunt
fang shook her head, their family yuan zheng, from childhood to look good, but the bones are rebellious, the ears have anti-bones, is a disobedient, adolescence is still like a thorn. <
but at this moment, she remembered the little cuteness she had just seen on ye nanzhou's mobile phone.
aunt fang talked to sister chen about the variety show, and smiled and raised her mouth: "ah zheng is the same as the child i just saw, and when i look at it, i like it..."
she reminisced somewhat intoxicatedly about the cute appearance of her son's three- or four-year-old milk doll, "laughing at it is very sweet, just make you want to give him everything that is good."
sister
chen asked, "really?" does my wife have a picture of ah zheng when she was a child? aunt fang regretted
: "i didn't take a few photos, he didn't like to take photos since he was a child, and there was no mobile phone at that time that was not like taking pictures casually now." it's a pity.
she vacuumed several brine-flavored bags with small devices, sealed them and placed them in large boxes.
"sister chen, you take the ice pack to me, the ice pack is opened, so that the courier will pass, and it will not be bad when tomorrow arrives."
sister chen opened the big refrigerator and smoked an ice pack from the bottom, and said that mrs. nanzhou was really worried about it, if ah zheng could return to china, it would be better, who would not want her son to be around.
den.
ye nanzhou and ye jianping faced each other and sat wordlessly for three minutes.
father and son originally had very few words, and after
the events of four years ago, it seemed that they could not find any old feelings to tell.
for a long time, ye jianping coughed and took the initiative to break the deadlock. <
"you have been in contact with ah zheng over the years?"
ye nanzhou's straight eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes, which were as quiet as the lake on weekdays, were even more stagnant at the moment, and he did not expect that the topic would start from here.
"no, he went back to england and there was no contact."
if you want to count the days, it should be five years, to be exact.
"four years ago..." ye jianping's old and powerful hand rested on the table and buckled the table, "nanzhou, you blame me, i know." with
these words, memories struck like a hurricane, and noisy quarrels and accusations filled ye nanzhou's ears.
- "what are you going to do with this child?" you are only twenty-four years old in nanzhou, if you give birth to him, what will happen to your future life?!
"knock the child off, go back with me, and forget it forever, as if it hadn't happened." you're still so young, everything can start all over again!
"i ye jianping only have one son from you, and i will always be good for you, for your consideration, and listen to my words!" after
the hurricane, it is the hopeless escape in the torrential rain, the harsh sound of the tires rubbing against the asphalt road when braking, and the cry for help at a moment when life is hanging on the line.
- "dad, dad, i beg you, save the child first, i want the child to survive!"
"nanzhou, daddy wants you to survive, and you must not leave daddy alone." "
dad, what about my children?" "
nanzhou, child... ddidn't keep it. ye nanzhou was
certainly qualified to blame ye jianping, not only for blame, but even for hate.
so for four years, he never contacted ye jianping, he couldn't even find a vent, sometimes he felt that he had become a balloon, on the verge of explosion/breaking, and sooner or later he would blow himself to pieces.
at this moment, facing ye jianping, who was fluttering lightly between words.
ye nanzhou thought that he really shouldn't come back.
what did he come back trying to find?
stupid and meaningless.
he can't find the warmth of home here, he can't get the warmth, even if he is cared for one second, the next second he has to repay this "care" in various ways.
family is a cruel test for him, and no matter how he answers, he will never pass.
ye nanzhou looked down, flipped over the mobile phone on the table
and looked at the time: "it's not early, i have to go to the high-speed rail station, the ticket is four o'clock."
ye jianping couldn't even sigh freely, he had a grudge in his heart, but he didn't know how to relieve it. at the end, he only said, "if you don't want to come back, just make your home in rongcheng." house i arrange for you.
"no more." ye nanzhou thought that he was always like this, as if he thought he was omnipotent, and always wanted to arrange this and that for others.
perhaps, not the arrangement, it should be the control. <
ye nanzhou broke free from the shackles of the cage and stood up, "i have a deposit, i will arrange it myself." ye jianping's
first reaction was to say, what can you arrange? but looking at his son, now without him, his father is also having a smooth life outside, and he is no longer the little child who needs to teach him to walk and ride a bicycle by hand.
"i asked your aunt fang, ah zheng should... i won't be back all these years. or, do you still go home?
ye nanzhou wanted to laugh, he still couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, one moment he said to let him buy a house in rongcheng, and the next moment he wanted him to go back to jincheng. he pushed aside the chair, his eyes were indifferent, and with the posture of looking down at ye jianping, he said calmly: "i am thirty years old, and some decisions i will do it myself, you don't think too much for me." have time, take more care of aunt fang.
ye jianping listened to his heart very uncomfortable, as if he was accused by his son in person - you are old, you have lost the qualification to take care of me.
when ye nanzhou left, ye jianping was by the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, quietly looking in the direction of the courtyard gate.
it was still aunt fang who personally drove ye nanzhou to the high-speed rail station.
before leaving, aunt fang said: "nanzhou, although auntie doesn't know what really happened between your father and son, no matter what, auntie hopes that you will be well and come back when you are homesick." auntie will also go to see you after a while.
ye nanzhou nodded, grateful, but always mixed with a trace of inexplicable shame.
-
rongcheng. <
lu lu's garden cottage.
when xiao lotus was led by lu lu into a large house with a large space, transparent lighting and exquisite everywhere, the open mouth was not closed, and the long eyelashes and the fan seemed to confirm that this was really his brother's home.
the high floor-to-ceiling windows, the oblique sun falling on the glass, reflects the color that makes the small lotus dizzy.
xiao lotus's two arms struggled to
hold a large paper bag containing fresh fruits and vegetables.
in his little head, he thought that if his brother's family used it to store small milk, he should be able to drink it forever.
how far it will always be, he has no concept yet, but it is impossible to drink anyway.
the aunts in the villa were all strange, what would be the situation of the little young master's first small partner brought back, and when he saw xiao lotus for the first time, he was very surprised by his cute and well-behaved appearance.
i also thought that according to the temper of the little young master, friends may also be similar personalities, who knows that xiao lotus is not this type at all.
lu lu awkwardly introduced the two aunts in front of xiao lotus.
xiao lotus smiled, "auntie is good." then he turned to another aunt and said, "auntie is also good." "
hello hello hello." the aunts instantly liked this cute little cute with a bright smile in their eyes, and at first glance, they were well-behaved babies with good upbringing and personality. <
xiao lotus hurriedly tiptoed, and he gave the vegetables and fruits he had carried all the way to his aunt: "auntie, this is what xiao lotus grew at home, and it is very delicious." there were
two bags in total, all of which were produced in the orphanage's vegetable garden, absolutely organic vegetables.
the other bag was heavy, and the driver had already brought it in, while the small one was held by the little lotus.
originally, lu lu wanted to help the little elk take it, but the little elk insisted on holding it himself.
the aunts had already noticed the emerald green melon fruit, and they were busy smiling and coming forward to catch it: "thank you little lotus." this
child also knows that the gifts are delivered to the door, and the gifts are still home-cooked things in the neighborhood, which is really strange and loved.
the aunt asked, "that little... lu lu, are you and xiao lotus going to the toy room on the second floor? i send fruit up. the
little young master had explained that when his friend came, he should call him lu lu, not the little young master.
auntie almost called out to shun.
however, lu lu didn't notice it at all, because from the moment he came in with the little elk, his mood was inexplicably ups and downs, completely exceeding his own expectations.
he hoped that xiao lotus would like his home, and he also hoped that xiao lotus would like everyone in the family, even if it was a flower and a grass in the garden, a painting and an ornament on the wall, he hoped that xiao lotus would look at it and be happy.
lu lu took the little elk's hand: "is it okay to go to my brother's toy room?" we'll live in a moment. tthe
aunts snickered and laughed, and the appearance of the little young master calling himself a brother was really strange and cute
.
xiao lotus cushioned his feet, leaned over to lu lu's ear, and whispered, "what about my brother's father?" isn't your uncle home? "
well, no." lu lu didn't want lu mingqian to be at home yet, "at work." "
oh oh oh." xiao lotus smiled, today is a working day, xiao ke's brother also went to work.
originally, if xiao lotus wanted to broadcast live at home, xiao ke would go home in the afternoon, but today in lu lu's home, he let uncle liu be responsible for the live broadcast.
uncle liu: for the first time in my life, i was a little busy!
lu lu carried a small elk to take the elevator, he usually ran the stairs himself, but today there are small elk, and it is more labor-saving to take the elevator.
xiao lotus looked at the elevator curiously, he thought that only very tall buildings would have elevators, but he did not expect that home could also be installed.
on the wall facing the elevator door hangs a brightly colored painting of a gouache motorcycle, the lines are not very smooth, but the color scheme is bright, and there seems to be a kind of childlike romantic imagination in it.
xiao lotus tiptoed up to look at the painting and pointed, "brother, this is a good look."
"really?" lu lu's heart at this moment was like being gently stepped on by a small milk cat, soft enough to turn into a pool of water, "it was painted by my brother." "
pride!
although he had finished painting at that time, he had thrown it away, lu mingqian had flipped out of a pile of paintings and sent them to be bound, and he had found a place in the house that he thought was perfect to hang.
the elevator made a noise: "the elevator has arrived, don't hurry down!" this
voice...
it was clearly land-based, and full of childish impatience.
xiao lotus and lu lu looked at each other, both dumbfounded.
lu lu: it's over, how did he forget that the elevator sound was set, when lu mingqian asked him to say that it was cute, he deliberately didn't say it, and finally he was irritated by lu mingqian, and it became like this.
he hadn't taken the elevator in a long time and really forgot about it.
before the little elk could react, lu lu pulled him out of the elevator: "let's go, go to my brother's toy room." xiao lotus looked
back at the elevator, tilted his little head and said curiously, "is that my brother's voice?" little lotus heard it.
he pursed the corners of his lips and smiled with crooked eyebrows.
lu lu nodded, "hmm.
little lotus pointed to the upper entrance of the elevator that made a sound: "brother is fierce." lu