What if you are a fool? A fool is also in your own blood!

Rong Zhihao decided to take back his son, of course, it is better to let his wife come back with him, because, he loves her.

"There should be no problem!" this is what he said when discussing with Wai Xizhong: "Fools they won't care." ”

Rong Zhihao wanted to say that his son was not a fool, but he did not refute it; on the day of his son's first birthday, he forgot everything because he was happy to see his son; the key was that he would not have thought that his son was a fool and did not look at it from this aspect.

"Are you really willing to take the child back?" Maybe it's fate, Fu Yilan happened to have a sore throat and rested at home.

"Yes!" Rong Zhihao smiled and didn't say much.

"You will suffer if you follow!" Fu Yilan hit the nail on the head: "Let's divorce!"

"Is this the price of picking up my son?" Rong Zhihao, who had always had a smiling face, changed his face for the first time.

"No, it's two different things!" Fu Yilan's eyes flickered.

"Give me the baby!" was still whispered, but the tone was unmistakable.

Fu Yilan, who has always been strong, did not mention the word "divorce" again in front of Rong Zhihao for the first time.

The maid was very careful, first gave the child to Rong Zhihao, and then proposed two large bags of things: "One package is the child's change of clothes, and the other is a toy!"

Rong Zhihao hugged the child, and when he saw the child holding the crystal ball he gave him tightly, he smiled.

Seeing Fu Yilan, who didn't want to help at all, Rong Zhihao put the things in the suitcase with one hand twice, and said calmly to Fu Yilan with a face that had lost his smile, and said calmly: "Think about it, think about it and then decide, I will respect your choice!" After speaking, he reluctantly glanced at Fu Yilan again: "Originally, I wanted to take you home with ......"

"Fart!" Fu Yilan said in her heart.

How would he know he was resting at home today?

But in fact, Rong Zhihao just knows.

Looking at Fu Yilan's mocking gaze, Rong Zhihao smiled bitterly: "The dishes at home are still hot, they are all the ...... you like to eat" After speaking, he turned his head and shed two tears, which were gently wiped away by the fool's son.

Three-year-olds, the most important thing is to eat!

As if forgetting the four dishes and one soup cooked at home, Rong Zhihao did not enter the house, and took the children to the vegetable market first. After slowly turning around the vegetable market, Rong Zhihao's heart was cold to the bottom.

Xiao Anran is not interested in all fish and vegetarian dishes at all, and even hates it a little: the smell of the vegetable market is definitely not pleasant.

He doubted that he thought his son was not a fool: could he really be a fool?

If Xiao Enron is really a fool......

Rong Zhihao wanted to cry, he was really very sad.

He held his son tightly in his arms: it was his fault that the child could not walk and speak, and it was his fault that the child was a fool......

But how could it be? How could a fool have such a bright eye?

Feeling sad in his heart, Rong Zhihao took the child back home, and there was food at home.

In fact, Rong Zhihao is stupid: the child never knows how the food comes from, and he doesn't know the things in the vegetable market at all, which is what he used to like to eat.

Rong Anran is not a picky eater, the dishes cooked by Rong Zhihao are very delicious, he eats very deliciously, but he doesn't know how to use chopsticks yet.

From the first day, Rong Zhihao accompanied his son inseparably. Except for meditating on oneself, all the time is childlike.

Go to the street to buy groceries, carry the children on your back, and take the children to the park to watch other children play after eating.

He never let go of the child, afraid that the child would feel inferior because he couldn't walk, even if he was a fool, Rong Zhihao didn't treat him as a fool.

Rong Zhihao also taught him to use chopsticks.

What Rong Zhihao didn't expect was that Rong Anran learned very quickly and used it very standardly, and after three days, he used it well, but his hands were too small, and he would get tired after a while.

Rong Anran was also very obedient, Rong Zhihao asked him to sit upright, and he did whatever his father said.

He also had a habit of holding the crystal ball whenever his hands were empty.

And just like that, three months passed.

Rong Anran still didn't speak, and Rong Zhihao didn't notice him walking, as if he didn't even want to climb, oh, no, it should be said that he couldn't climb!

Since the first day he brought his son home, Rong Zhihao tried to let him stand again, and he never asked him to learn to walk, everything was fate. Rong Zhihao believes that even if his son is a fool, he can take care of him for a lifetime, and he believes that he has the ability to wait for the child to be old and go by himself after he is gone!

The only thing that made Rong Zhihao feel relieved was that after Rong Anran went home, he would laugh, although only silently.

As long as Rong Anran is holding the crystal ball in both hands, no matter what Rong Zhihao says, even if he is talking to himself, Rong Anran will look at him, just like a primary school student listening carefully to class.

This kind of life is also a kind of satisfaction for Rong Zhihao: Who said that his children are not good? He is obedient and obedient, and it does not affect himself.

Although Rong Zhihao would often think of Fu Yilan and longed for her to go home, he didn't force it, nor did he bother the other party, his son was his comfort.

On this day, when he came back from the vegetable market, Rong Zhihao inexplicably cooked two more dishes, these two dishes are what Fu Yilan likes to eat!

"Enron--" Rong Zhihao did not call his son's nickname Dudu, but always called his name: "Enron, are you hungry?"

Rong Zhihao put his son on the overlapping small stool in front of the dining table: "If you're hungry, you can eat first." I have a feeling that your mother is coming to see us tonight!"

Rong Anran held the crystal ball in both hands, sat like a boy worshipping Buddha, and did not move his chopsticks.

After a while, the doorbell rang.

Rong Zhihao opened the door and saw Fu Yilan standing outside the door: "Come in, wait for you to eat!" His voice was as natural as usual.

"You know I'm coming?" Fu Yilan stared at Rong Zhihao incredibly.

"I feel it!" Rong Zhihao smiled: "So, cook two more dishes you like to eat!"

Son, as if she was no longer her son, Fu Yilan didn't look at her son squarely -- what's so good about a fool? She only looked at the dishes on the table: five dishes and one soup!

She believed Rong Zhihao's words, so many dishes, not just for the two of them.

She also believed in Rong Zhihao's so-called feelings, because, at the moment of getting off work, she decided to let the driver send it here.

Feel?

At this moment, Fu Yilan felt a trace of reluctance in her heart, she knew that Rong Zhihao really loved herself deeply, otherwise, he would not have this kind of feeling.

But so what? A man who doesn't understand the joy of life, plus a stupid child, that's not what she wants.

What is love? On your own terms, you are afraid that there will be no man to love? Even if you don't have Rong Zhihao, you are still surrounded by love.

Fu Yilan hardened her heart, took out two from her bag and handed them to Rong Zhihao, and said coldly: "Look, if you have no opinion, please sign it!"

Rong Anran hadn't read a book and couldn't understand what was written, but his heart suddenly felt cold for no reason, very, very cold.

He climbed down from the chair with difficulty, neither of them noticing, Rong Anran walked over, but he walked unsteadily, close to his mother's thigh, and gently held her hand.

"Shoot!" Rong Anran's little hand was knocked off by Fu Yilan, it hurt so much, he wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to cry!

"Have you really decided?" For the first time, Rong Zhihao put away his habitual smile and stared at Fu Yilan seriously and seriously.

"Yes!" Fu Yilan looked out the door, her voice very firm.

"That's--son......" Rong Zhihao's voice was a little hoarse.

"Son, is such a son my son?" Fu Yilan glanced at Rong Anran with annoyance: "You abolished our son, it was you...... Forget it, I won't discuss this with you, the son belongs to you, the house belongs to you, and ......" She took out a card from her bag: "There is one million here, enough for my son to finish college...... Sign it!"

Rong Zhihao looked at Fu Yilan for a long time, and in the end, he was sure that in the eyes of the other party, he couldn't find a trace of love, let alone nostalgia......

He mechanically took the pen handed over by Fu Yilan and signed his name: "Some things, if they are wrong, they are wrong, why do you have to correct them?" Maybe there is a mistake......

"That's enough, it's not just me, my parents have been deceived by you!" Fu Yilan was red-eyed, and she was like an aggressive rooster.

"Let's go after eating!" Rong Zhihao resumed his smile: "These are all dishes that you and your son love to eat!"

"Vegetables, hehe--just because of these damn dishes, let me fall ......for you" Fu Yilan gritted her teeth and said: "From now on, self-respect!" After speaking, "Bang!" shook the door and left, without even looking at Rong Anran when he left.

Rong Anran didn't understand what his parents said, but he knew that something big must have happened in the family, so big that he couldn't cry even if he wanted to, making him feel helpless from now on.

The man in front of him was his father, and at this moment, he clearly knew that from now on, the man in front of him, who called himself "Dad", would be his only reliance.

Rong Anran looked at each other timidly, these feelings were all innate to him, fortunately, he didn't see the evil god in his imagination, and his face was still smiling.

I saw Rong Zhihao take out a bottle of red wine, carefully pour himself half a glass, stared at him with eyes that were so complicated that Rong Anran couldn't understand whether it was sympathy or love, and carried him back to the dining table, then sat down next to him, gently picked up the cup, and took a sip: "Eat!"

Fortunately, Rong Zhihao's voice was still as tepid and whispered as before, and put the peeled shrimp in his son's bowl.

"Some things, what seem wrong to others, are not necessarily wrong......" While serving vegetables to his son and slowly tasting wine, Rong Zhihao began to talk to himself......

"Money, it's really nothing, ideals are the goal of life, without ideals, life is tantamount to the walking dead......"

"It is not necessarily money and status, culture is the most important thing;

"Social ...... Science...... Why do they all like to follow other people's old paths? Even if they take more than their predecessors, it is still the same old way...... Why not find a new path for yourself?"

......

The reason why Rong Zhihao is talking to himself is because Rong Anran can't understand a word of Rong Zhihao's words, but what makes him feel strange is that he clearly wrote down every sentence of the words he didn't understand, he was sure!

"Full?" Seeing that his son put down his chopsticks, Rong Zhihao habitually asked.

Rong Anran stared at his father and nodded slightly: he was scared in his heart, inexplicably afraid.

"Remember--" Rong Zhihao also stared at his son solemnly: "The most difficult thing for a person is to understand himself, and only after correctly understanding himself, can he set his own ideals! Then, even if nothing is achieved in the end, you will not regret it!"

After speaking, Rong Zhihao put away the seriousness and gently touched his son's head: "It's hard for you, how can you understand...... Hey--"