"To be precise, I'm not resentful of him, but I don't think I deserve a father like that, and he should disdain to have a son like me, you see, let's go back today, I'm afraid it's just to make him angry......"

"Have you ever wondered why your father knew when you came back? It proves that he has always missed you and cared about you, maybe he didn't answer your phone call and didn't forgive you, and it was also a momentary anger, and later, he regretted it, but this has become a barrier between your father and son......

A powerful father has a son who is a gangster, this is really a great contrast.

Whoever listens to it feels like they're listening to a story.

"You don't know him, he is a very principled person, he will never admit his mistakes......" I don't know why, looking at the neon flashing outside the car window, his heart also became uneasy, there was nervousness, anticipation, and inexplicable panic.

This may be the cowardice of homesickness.

Wan Yuhang felt this way for the first time, which was a bit amazing.

Ning Shuhua gently took his hand, "No matter what you will face when you get home, I will face it with you......"

"Thank you, with you, it doesn't matter if I want that home or not......" The cold eyes condensed slightly, and the frustration in the eyes could only be understood by Ning Shuhua.

"You know nonsense, everyone needs their own home, how can you say such a thing? Blood ties cannot be erased no matter what......"

At this time, the car slowed down and slowly turned.

Looking up, the car drove into a villa, and the big iron gate of the villa had slowly opened. After entering the courtyard, the car drove for about two minutes before stopping in front of the house.

The car door opened, and the middle-aged man said respectfully: "I have already spoken to the master on the phone, and the master is waiting for you in the study, so I will take you to the study." ”

At this time, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the hall was quiet, and it was estimated that everyone was asleep.

Wan Yuhang and the others followed the man up to the second floor and walked to the last room.

The middle-aged man knocked on the door, and then said, "Master, the young master is back." "In fact, the door to this room was hidden and not closed at all.

A deep voice came from inside, "Let them in." ”

The middle-aged man opened the door and retreated himself.

The study was spacious, with a large bookshelf, many of the books on the shelves were as thick as bricks, brown curtains, dark brown desks and chairs, everything exuded a solemn atmosphere.

Behind the table sat an old man in his sixties, dressed in a casual silk shirt and glasses on the bridge of his nose, but the gaze behind the lenses gave a sense of exquisiteness.

His gaze was shallow, but it gave people an invisible pressure, and it felt as if the air was condensed.

"Uncle, good ......," Ning Shuhua called timidly.

The old man retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Since you have already returned, go and rest, it's not too early, I asked someone to prepare a guest room for you." ”

Ning Shuhua was stunned for a moment, always feeling that Wan Yuhang's father had deliberately stayed in the study and waited for them to come back.

As Wan Yuhang said, even if he was scolded for it, it was only common sense.

Wan Yuhang also wondered, he didn't say a word of reproach?

Looking over with a hint of doubt, I saw him take off his glasses, and then gently rubbed his eyebrows, looking very tired, and suddenly found that his hair was more than half white.

I remember that when he left Kyoto, he was not yet sixty years old, and he looked like he was in good spirits, and in just six or seven years, he actually looked so old.

There was an inexplicable pain in my heart, and there was a feeling that it was difficult to breathe.

The other party didn't speak, he didn't have anything to say, the atmosphere became very awkward, and the people in this study were obviously the closest people in this world, but it was like they had nothing to say.

Wan Yuhang took Ning Shuhua's hand, "Let's go out." ”

Ning Shuhua nodded, maybe it was better to have nothing to say than to have a big fight.

They came out of the study and saw the middle-aged man still standing in the hallway waiting for them.

"I'll take Miss Ning to the guest room, young master, your room is still there, just go to your own room." ”

Wan Yuhang shook slightly, his room was still there, and it had been six or seven years since he left this home.

Then he laughed at himself again, what is so strange about keeping? The house at home is so big, no one lives in it at all, and it is normal to be empty there, why should you be moved?

Wan Yuhang found his room in the direction he remembered, pushed open the door, and a familiar feeling suddenly rushed towards him.

The curtains in the room are still blue leaf patterns, but after a few years, there is no old feeling, and it should have been replaced with a new one, but it was replaced with an exact one.

The guitar still hangs on the wall, and when he was in high school, he liked to play guitar very much, and this guitar was also a birthday gift from his father, because he hated his father, so he didn't take this guitar with him.

Walked over and touched the guitar strings, making the sound of notes that made his mind drift further. 、

The guitar is clean, without a trace of dust, as if it was never discarded, and often wanders between the owner's hands.

The bed was still covered with the light blue mattress he liked, and on the bedside table, the lamp was still there, the villa had just been renovated, but his room hadn't changed much, and the only thing that might have changed was himself.

He has changed from the cold and arrogant and decadent teenager he was now a man with scars and experience. Standing here again, he actually had a feeling of vicissitudes, and some memories suddenly broke into his brain, and the scenes were played back one by one.

He has been ignoring those fragments, he has been forgetting, he also thought that he had completely forgotten, but this moment appeared very clearly, and he suddenly understood that some things are not something that he can forget if he wants to, and some are already engraved in his heart, like imprints, which will be brought into the coffin.

So, some things really need to be faced, not run away.

Walked to the window, opened the curtains, the lights were bright outside, it was a city that never sleeped, and the prosperity outside deeply reflected his loneliness. In the past, when he was in Ling City, the more lively the place, the more lonely he would feel, and what he often did at this time was to numb himself with alcohol.

At the moment, in his room, he still had that feeling of loneliness.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had hidden a bottle of Kyoto Erguotou in the closet, and the school was not allowed to drink, and the family was not allowed to drink, so he hid the wine in the room, and sometimes secretly drank a few sips, and remembered that he had just bought a bottle when he left, and he had never opened it at all.