After Han Zhihuan sent An Cairui back to Xiangsheng Yujiangwan, he drove home. The aunt told him that his mother had been in a bad mood recently and that he should spend more time with her.

Han Zhihuan didn't see where his mother was in a bad mood at all, but his aunt always felt that something was wrong. A while ago, I watched a documentary about holding the wrong child like crazy, and then I stared at a private detective for a while. If it weren't for the fact that the aunt was not married, Han Zhihuan couldn't help but guess whether the aunt had a child who held the wrong child.

The mother has always had a regular life and has little interest in things other than health and fatherhood.

Every time Han Zhihuan returns early, he just eats a meal calmly with his mother. However, since the aunt opened her mouth, Han Zhihuan was happy to comply.

On this day, Han Zhihuan was a little earlier than usual.

I unlocked the door and entered the door, changed my shoes and put my bag, and was taking off my mask when I suddenly heard someone arguing in the room. It was the mother's voice, and the mother was almost poignant.

"No way! No! You must be mistaken!"

Han Zhihuan's hands and feet froze, he didn't know whether he should rush in or exit. After hesitating, I heard someone say something in a low voice, and then my mother screamed again.

"Why! After all these years, why is he still obsessed! Am I not good enough? Why did this to me!"

Han Zhihuan couldn't bear it any longer, and in a panic, he accidentally brought down the bag on the counter. The bag landed with a muffled "plop" sound. Unable to care about the iPad Pro in his bag, Han Zhihuan walked in the direction of his mother's bedroom.

Perhaps unexpectedly heard the sound of things falling to the ground, and the room suddenly fell silent.

When Han Zhihuan walked quickly to his mother's bedroom, his mother and aunt came out of the room. It turned out that the one who spoke low and couldn't hear was my aunt.

Mother and aunt were obviously stunned when they saw Han Zhihuan.

"Mom, what's going on?" Han Zhihuan looked concerned and stepped forward to hold his mother's arm. He had never seen such an emotional mother.

Auntie sighed: "Don't ask." Don't ask, at least for now. ”

The mother wiped away tears: "I am tired and want to lie down." ”

Han Zhihuan and his aunt helped their mother to the bedroom and waited for her mother to lie down, and Han Zhihuan also thoughtfully helped her mother fold the air conditioner.

Closing the door of his mother's bedroom here, Han Zhihuan grabbed his aunt's arm over there: "Did Dad break Mom's heart again?"

The aunt glanced at Han Zhihuan resentfully: "What do you think has nothing to do with your father's joys, sorrows, and sorrows in her life?"

Han Zhihuan's usually calm face flashed with a hint of imperceptible anger.

Han Zhihuan silently walked to the entrance, changed his shoes again, and took the bag that fell on the ground. The aunt only realized that something was wrong at this time, and ran over to grab Han Zhihuan and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll look for him!"

"Don't make a mess! Huan'er, you are innocent!"

Han Zhihuan, who is easy not to make up his mind, is extremely stubborn once he makes up his mind. He looked at his aunt lightly and at the same time very resolutely: "Mom is sad to be like this, do you think it is appropriate for me, as a son, to stand by and do nothing?"

The aunt hesitated for a while, and finally let go of Han Zhihuan's hand: "It's okay." There is no escaping what should happen. If you want, you go. ”

Han Zhihuan left without looking back.

He drove his light economy car out of the basement of the building where he lived, merging in the traffic and heading to his father's house, two kilometers away. His mind is very messy, but his heart to find his father's theory is very strong. was combing through the content of the conversation with his father, and suddenly a word popped into his mind: innocent.

Auntie said, Huan'er, you are innocent.

Do you want to say that he has never waded into the troubled waters of his parents' feelings, no matter how angry his father is to punish his mother, he will not be affected?

Han Zhihuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, he shook off the minutiae scrutiny. Thinking about all these years, he knew that his mother was nameless and pointless, so when he saw that his father was three points shorter first, he shrank back and did not dare to disobey his father for half a point. In addition to respect and affection, I am more afraid of affecting my mother.

Now, how can he be alone in the face of his mother's sorrow?

My father lived in a villa with a yard in front and back. Seeing that it was Han Zhihuan, the servant politely opened the door. The two-story parking garage was full of cars, and Han Zhihuan saw at a glance that Han Jingying's car was also there.

Thinking of the noon gathering, and then thinking of the current mood, Han Zhihuan feels like a world away. Hearing the maid's announcement, Han Jingying ran out to greet Han Zhihuan with a happy face.

Han Zhihuan staggered Han Jingying's gaze: "I'm here to find Dad." ”

"Dad is in the study. But he won't see you now, because he's having a reception! You don't come to my house at all, I just told my mother about our noon date, let's go, let your big mother see where you go! My family Zhihuan, how handsome!" Han Jingying took Han Zhihuan's arm and took him to the activity room on the first floor without saying anything.

Big Mom is reading a book, and there is an iPad on the chess table with the game interface open. The room was quiet and the atmosphere was warm. A large bouquet of lilies blooms inside a crystal vase. When the eldest mother saw Han Zhihuan, her eyes were intimate, she closed the book, sat down at the chess and card table, and beckoned to Han Zhihuan cordially.

Han Zhihuan felt that he was full of manic depression and washed away. In an instant, he made his mission clear: to plead, not to question. Ask your father for mercy and be more patient and tolerant of your mother.

Han Zhihuan chatted with his eldest mother and Han Jingying for nearly an hour before his father's upstairs guests left.

My father came in wearing a loose set of simple Hanfu and carrying a purple clay pot in his hand. Han Zhihuan has a heart to be happy, his father is probably addicted to drama, Han robes, Tang costumes, Qing clothes, and Zhongshan suits of the Republic of China, he has all come into sets.

"You're here!" the father seemed to be in a good mood with clear eyes and a brisk tone.

"Dad, I have some reluctance to ask you to tell you alone. Han Zhihuan got up.

"Good. Follow me. I was just about to go for a walk in the yard. My father readily agreed.

Han Zhihuan walked into the dark night with his father. My father's courtyard was only equipped with floor lamps, and there were no street lamps that towered above the ground. In the dark night, the stars are dotted under your feet, which has a unique flavor.

Han Zhihuan told what he saw and heard when he returned home tonight, reiterating the fact that there was nothing important in his mother's heart, only his father was alone, and implored his father to care more about his mother.

Father bowed slightly. After listening carefully, he only said a sentence that he knew in his heart. Immediately, he turned his head and asked Han Zhihuan, "Do you have a girl you like?"

Han Zhihuan thought that his father wanted to compare his heart to his heart, although An Cairui's appearance flashed in his mind, and he shook his head regretfully after all.

"It's a good time not to fall in love, and you'll regret it when you're old. Listen to your dad and don't get too focused on your work. ”

Han Zhihuan: "......"

walked and stopped in the courtyard with his father for more than half an hour, politely declined the invitation of his eldest mother to have dinner together, and agreed with Han Jingying to reunite when he was free, Han Zhihuan drove back with a sense of accomplishment.