He Chenhai never thought that one day, He Maolin would treat him with such an irritable side. After a short period of brain failure, he wondered if something had gone wrong in the business, so his father was angry with him?

Therefore, he stood where he was and didn't leave, didn't walk away like He Maolin shouted, but said carefully: "Dad, I'm sorry, I've caused you a lot of trouble these days, and I will ...... in the future."

He Maolin looked at that face, thought of that photo, his heart burned with a raging fire, and he shouted hoarsely: "Get out, you get out of me, tell you to get out, do you hear?"

The secretary always paid attention to the movements in the room, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he slipped in with bated breath, and desperately pulled He Chenhai's sleeve and dragged him out.

He Chenhai was deeply affected and stood at the door, not knowing where to go. He had never seen such He Maolin, in his mind, his father was a calm person, and nothing could easily make him angry. Something must have happened that he didn't know. But what could it be?

The secretary persuaded him: "Manager He, why don't you go back first and let your father be quiet." ”

He Chenhai asked, "Is there anything special today?" Others don't know, after all, the secretary is close to He Maolin, maybe he can learn something from her.

The secretary thought about it, if you want to say that it is special, that is, He Chenfeng has been here for a special time. He Maolin's sudden emotional disorder must have something to do with He Chenfeng's arrival, if she still can't figure out this matter now, then her brain will be too insufficient.

She is also reluctant to intervene in the He family's family disputes, but the matter has come to this point, so I am afraid that it will not be good if she does not say it. So she told He Chenhai: "He Chenfeng came in the morning, stayed for a while and left, and then Mr. He was like this." ”

What did he say when he came to make his father like this? He Chenhai rubbed the corners of his forehead, puzzled.

Whether it is the matter of customs detention or the failure of the Yishui project, it has passed. Although He Maolin said a few words to him, he didn't do anything to him? What else could make his father like this?

He Chenhai thought it was better to go home and ask his mother, after all, his mother had lived with his father for so many years, and she always knew more than him.

But to his surprise, when he got home, he found that there was no one else in the house except the nanny, and his mother didn't know where to go, and he waited for an hour and still didn't see his mother come back. When I asked the nanny, the nanny couldn't tell me clearly, only that the wife didn't tell her where to go.

He Chenhai thought that it would be better to come back at night, his mother couldn't even go home at night.

In the evening, it drizzled throughout the city of Yizhou. The rain was ticking down on the leaves that had not yet fallen, and the water droplets on them slipped from time to time.

Yan Wei stood next to the window of his house and wiped the glass with his hand, and the layer of water vapor that blocked his vision was erased by him. Looking at the banana leaves outside the window that were dripping with rain, he came out with a sentence: "The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad......"

His father was reading the newspaper, his mother was quietly wearing a sweater, and the room was very quiet, except for the sound of the autumn rain and the swing of the wall clock. Therefore, the sentence that suddenly came out of his mouth was quite abrupt.

What kind of virtue does his son usually have, can the two of them not know it? Leng Buding quieted down, and suddenly spoke like this, if Lu Weimin was normal, but it would be strange if it was put on Yan Wei.

Or did his mother ask, "Williams, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

Yan Wei didn't know what was wrong with him, and after he finished speaking, he didn't feel like himself, so he didn't say anything, and when he saw his mother asking, he said, "It's okay, what can I do." ”

His father said, "I think so, you are idle." Your grandfather is going to Yongji in a few days, you are in good health, go with him, take good care of him. ”

Yan Wei heard his grandfather mention a few words to his father, as if a leader from the central government was going to come down to inspect, and that leader had old friends with his grandfather, so the old man wanted to go over and have a look.

Thinking of this, Yan Wei said, "Then I'll go see grandpa." He knew that if he stayed here, his father would not have anything to say to him.

Yan Wei's mother watched her son enter the old man's room and blamed his father: "You can't talk to your son well, do you have to choke with him?"

Yan's father didn't want to quarrel with his wife about this, he had already quarreled I don't know how many times, but he got angry when he saw that kid was not doing his job.

At this time, Yan Wei's mother said again: "My son ran out when he saw the sky, you can talk about it." But now that he's staying at home, why are you still picky, what are you idle? What's wrong with my son reading a poem, can't you?"

"Okay, you can read it, it's just not normal, if it's a small path to read poetry, it's normal. ”

"What kind of small road? Xiaoluzi is called a eunuch, people are good guys, what kind of small road are you talking about. ”

"Hey, Yan Wei,, you're off topic, let's talk about Yan Wei, where did you go?"

"You ......" The quarrel between the two was shut out by Yan Wei, don't say you didn't hear it, even if you heard it, he didn't interfere.

Since he was a child, he has been accustomed to hearing it, and he has cultivated to the point where he quarrels and let him quarrel, and the breeze blows on the hills; she makes trouble by her, and the bright moon shines on the river. Anyway, after the quarrel, I will reconcile, get used to it.

After entering the house, I saw the old man sitting on an old rattan chair in a grass-green autumn coat, and there were a few yellowed old photos on the table of the Eight Immortals next to him. Yan Wei knew that his grandfather was nostalgic again.

He sat quietly on the shelf bed next to the rattan chair, and looked at the photos, one of which was at the top, and the photo showed three young people wearing military uniforms of the old era, not fat, but very energetic, wearing cotton jackets and cotton pants under the military uniforms, which looked bulging, but could not stop the spirit of the people in the photos.

He recognized that the one on the right was his grandfather, and it seemed that his appearance was still his grandfather, very similar to the old man Yan Shaowu when he was young.

The old man was a little surprised to see him so quiet, but after all, he thought it would be good if his grandson could calm down and think about things.

His eyes were already spent, and at this time, wearing reading glasses, he picked up the photo of the three of them, and said: "This is the last photo of the three of us together, I think back then, the relationship between the three of us was the best." ”

Yan Wei felt that the old man just wanted to talk, so he didn't interrupt and listened to him.

Sure enough, the old man continued: "This person, he will come to Yizhou in a few days, and he will probably be able to see each other again, but I don't know if I can see each other again in the future." ”

Seeing that the old man said sadly, Yan Wei said: "Grandpa wants to see him and he can take a plane, now it's more convenient than before." ”

The old man shook his head: "I'm too old to walk." ”

Yan Wei looked at the person in the middle of the photo and asked his grandfather, "What about this person?"

"He's gone a long time ago, and he's been there for more than twenty years. ”

Yan Wei didn't know why, he always felt a little strange when he looked at this photo, so he deliberately looked at it a few more times, and then changed the topic and talked to the old man about accompanying him to Yongji.