It is precisely because he is so weak that he can use him, and he will not have to worry about Kang Ruoran marrying him in the future. Father Kang is a human **lake, and he never fights uncertainly. What's more, this is a bloodless war, and the Liunian family worships him like a god and obeys his words. He was proud of everything he had done.

It was Moutai in 1975, it was genuine, and the old man who sent it couldn't remember, but the taste was long and the wine was mellow. If it weren't for the light of his surname Kang, Liunian's father might not be able to drink this sip, which is a rare best in the world.

Therefore, when pouring wine, he deliberately raised his wrist, and the wine into the wine glass made a moving sound, like spring water hitting the rock at the bottom of the cliff, the sound was really good.

"Whoever forsakes me will not remain in the day of yesterday, and he who disturbs my heart will be troubled in the day of today. ”

Father Kang listened to the recitation of his father, this is the self-satisfaction of his father in the passing years, he once wrote a good hand, and he had nothing to do with two sentences of old style poems, and he was a famous genius in the former system, but the genius was the same as the dregs, and he had a day to go to the court.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan, now their Liujia is an ordinary family. There is nothing to be proud of, and there is no capital. has been suppressed so much that the Liunian family can't raise their heads, which is also Kang's father's means and scheming. Only in this way will the family take the Kang family as the ancestor of salvation, and the horse is the first to look forward.

The process was not a little sloppy, and I don't know why it went wrong later.

I thought that the gods didn't know it, and I didn't want to end up going back and forth. When Father Kang couldn't sleep, he also used to wonder, will there really be cause and effect, will there really be retribution? For example, he really interfered with Chen Mofei's future, and later thought that she was no longer a problem for his confidants, so he stopped. I don't want to go around and around, their old Kang family is still defeated in the hands of Liu Nian and Chen Mofei.

However, you can't stop, you can't stop, you can't stop. He couldn't stop.

Chen Qiao was put on a table by him, and that kid had no respect for his elders, and he was also wild. He came to the door in person, and the other party didn't sell him any face. So the hand rose and fell, and it was still light, and it was heavy, and it took its life.

How can he take the first place? He can't think of it, otherwise he wouldn't have shown mercy. Father Kang felt that he was really old at this time, maybe his brain really couldn't keep up, if Kang Ruoran was a son, he might drag him into the water, but she wasn't, she was a daughter, and she still had no way to protect herself, and she still needed his protection.

He looked at his daughter with a complicated mind.

I had to help her find a good place as soon as possible, but when I looked around, there was no one to trust. The years have risen up to rebel against him, and he has taken his life, and the others are even more unbearable. Fortunately, he still has money in his hand, and there is also a large amount of money, which others don't know the whereabouts of, and if he is stable for a while, he will send her abroad and assign the money to her name, so that she will eat and drink for the rest of her life, I just hope that she can really see through it and no longer be obsessed with what children and daughters are.

Men, there are. His Kang Ruoran's daughter should have this vision and be able to see this.

"I don't want to be the best. Don't want to be the best. Father Kang kept repeating, and the old tears that could not be suppressed were rampant. His daughter has lost a whole weight, and he can't help it. It turned out that his hands and eyes were all over the sky, and he couldn't let his daughter live her life well.

Destiny?

He was not convinced.

My life is up to me.

He doesn't believe in fate, he can manipulate the fate of others all these years, no one can manipulate his fate, and God can't.

"Dad. Kang Ruoran wiped away her tears, "Have you eaten dinner?" I asked my aunt, and she said that you have eaten very little in the past two days. ”

Yes, he eats very little. There are two most important people in Kang's father's life: one is a wife and the other is a daughter. These two women kidnapped his whole life, and all his thoughts in this life and this life were on these two women, and he was willing to be captured.

Needless to say, his love for her has never been overflowing, and his love for his wife has been slightly restrained, but as soon as she left, he really panicked, thinking of every detail of her, and thought.

However, there is no way to tell others about this situation, not even my daughter. The daughter's own feelings have not been cleared up, and the daughter is bitter, and he knows it. If you think about it but can't get it, what can you do with your life?

He knows all the helplessness of life, but he still doesn't want his daughter to taste it. The daughter should not have what she wants but can't get, and he has to give her everything her daughter wants.

"Let's go, my daughter will accompany you to eat a little more. My daughter cooks herself, what do you want to eat?"

Kang's father did not stop it, and he didn't want to stop it, his daughter went into the kitchen, her silhouette was very similar to his wife, and there was a blue fire on the stove, and he saw that the fire was very lovely, as if his wife had not left, maybe she was just idle in the bedroom, with a book on her lap, and the lamp was on, which was the smell of fireworks in the world. Come to the world, how can it be done without fireworks?

He sighed silently, turned on all the lights, the whole Kang house was brightly lit, the old man glanced out the window, and suddenly a figure flashed. It was the shadow of an acquaintance, who was it? He blinked, but the figure disappeared.

Who is here? So familiar? That stature is an old man, it must be an old man. He turned around again, and even walked to the window, he was a complete atheist, he was not afraid of anything, outsiders could not call his surname Kang any tricks, he walked to the window, and saw that there was only the shadow of the tree outside the window, maybe he was dazzled, he turned around, and saw the busy figure of his daughter under the kitchen light, in fact, there were leftovers in the kitchen, which was enough for the two of them to eat, but there was no need, if you want to fry fresh, this is her filial piety. He was very satisfied, and felt that it was worth doing for this daughter.

Pacing back again, he suddenly stopped, and with a flower in front of him, he almost couldn't stand steadily, but fortunately he held on to a flower stand next to him, and the flower pot shook a few times, and finally stabilized.

Old stream!

That figure, he remembered ----- Liunian's father, that size, he was too familiar with, they used to be brothers, they had a friendship for decades, and they almost became sons and daughters.

No, no, no, he shouldn't have come to me.

Father Kang felt that his back was sweating, a fine layer, climbing up his body, soaking his clothes, he wanted to look back at the original place again, but after all, there was none. It won't be him, it won't. How many days has it been since he died? Father Kang pinched his fingers to count the day, not the third day, it was only the second day, and the next day, even if there were really ghosts and gods, they were still wandering in the underworld, and the bull head and horse face were still registering this old boy, how could he have time to wander around the world? What's more, he had already told him that as long as he went, he would not die biting the child in Liu Nian, Chen Mofei, Chen Mofei's belly, and his mother.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even notice Kang Ruoran coming out of the kitchen.

"Dad," Kang Ruoran held a steaming bowl in his hand.

"Oh. Father Kang came back to his senses, the fragrance of his face came into his nose, Father Kang is a not very qualified gourmet, he is not very particular about ingredients, but he is better than eating rare and delicious food in the world over the years, puffer fish has also eaten, he is not like those real foodies can pick out any ingredients or workmanship from the dishes. He only knows that it is delicious, fragrant and fresh.

However, even if he evaluates all the delicacies in the world, he can only say these two words, but it does not prevent some people from calling him a glutton.

His daughter's noodles are steaming, just a bowl of noodles, but he is also very content with a bowl of noodles. Kang Ruoran moved his face away from him, the fragrance drifted away, he followed the fragrance, all the way to the dining table, he forgot the figure outside the window, maybe it was dazzling, it was dazzling, for so many years, he could find a legitimate reason for himself to do anything, he could convince himself, he could convince himself to do anything.

He always thought that his father was dull, stupid, and stupid. Later I learned that he was not stupid. He's not stupid. How did he know? When did he guess it? If you don't tell you about it, maybe he won't die because of it.

Lao Liu, compared with him, Taoism is still far behind.

He sat upright at the table, his face steaming with steam, moistening his face. The daughter turned back into the kitchen, she wore an apron, her hair tucked back her head, and she was coiled in a loose bun, and her neck was slender like a white swan. That kid has no blessing, such a good woman, what is he not satisfied with? There should be no more dissatisfaction, he is too ignorant of lifting. The old man's blood was surging, and he was angry in his chest, so he got up, he should drink two glasses, he used to have no shortage of people to drink with him, and now almost no one can drink with him, and there are still social occasions, but that is not drinking, drinking is about mood, but also about fun, wine is the same as talking in the heart, picking people, not with anyone can drink together, not with anyone can drink.

Liunian father, he is one, he is his drinking friend, they used to drink together, a few small dishes with wine, the dish is not the point.

Oh, why do you think of him again?

He didn't deserve it, he thought they would become in-laws, and sometimes when they drank happily, the two old men would be called in-laws, and that seemed to be a very long time ago.

Father Kang shook his head, unwilling to think further.

They were all good wines, and he was a little hesitant to know which bottle to choose. Kang Ruoran brought out another bowl of noodles.

The yellow oil soup in it, with verdant vegetable leaves floating on it, and the black ones are shiitake mushrooms, and there are seafood, what are them? Ringing snails or what? Dried scallops and scallops? Fresh, fragrant, all the best food to his nose is just such a quality in the end.

This is already the highest rating he gives to food.

"Dad, do you want to drink?" Kang Ruoran cautiously passed by him.

"Oh. He agreed, looking at the wine bottle on the wine shelf, there was a bottle of Moutai, Moutai? Moutai in 1975, he picked it up, and remembered in a trance that every time he followed his father, he drank Moutai.

I don't know if there is any good Moutai when he arrives there, he picks up the wine bottle, and the white porcelain tentacles on the bottle are cold. The noodles were hot, he thought.

Oh, no, the wine is cold, too.