Just when everyone was discussing how to spend this Spring Festival, Zhang Yi and Zhang Qing proposed to move next door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This house was actually bought by the Tian family, and then rented to Zhang Qing and his son.

Xi'er's plan is that if they have the idea of buying a house, they will sell the house to them at the original price when the time comes.

During the special period, and Xi'er had some cash in hand, it was not very expensive when she bought it.

"I live well, why do you want to move all of a sudden? I'm still thinking that after the New Year, you will move in the spring, and it will be warmer. Li Ying held the baby in one hand, and carried the half-bucket of clothes that had just been washed in the other hand and prepared to go to the yard to dry.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi hurriedly took it.

It was full of children's diapers, and Li Ying didn't pretend to him, and concentrated on talking to Zhang Qing.

"How can there be any reason to spend the New Year in your house? Just like in Gaoshizhuang before, although the two families celebrate the New Year together, they have to stay in their own homes on the first day of junior high no matter what. Besides, it's right next door, just shout something. ”

Zhang Qing still insisted on moving, and the most important thing was that it was not troublesome to move, he had been to see it, and there was everything over there.

Another thing is that Zhang Qing feels that the relationship with Liu Ran also needs to be dealt with.

No matter how intimate it is, it is always your own private matter.

He didn't want to be known to everyone.

Last night, Zhang Yi also went to his room and had a serious talk.

For the first time, he felt a sense of relief and sadness that his son had grown up.

As soon as Zhang Yi entered, he pulled his father to sit down, "Dad, I want to discuss something seriously with you, and we both heard it at that door that day." She has a new family, do you have any plans? ”

Zhang Qing didn't expect his son to say it so bluntly, and the suffocating feeling that came to his face caught him off guard.

He coughed violently a few times while clutching his chest, and then he eased up a little.

Zhang Yi hurriedly brought him a glass of warm water, and the situation improved slightly, because of the excessive force, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he even had a hideous feeling.

He seemed to be a bland proposal, but in fact, from the moment he entered the door, he carried it with his heart.

Seeing his father's violent reaction was even more thumping.

I suddenly felt that my father was so fragile, so fragile that he was like a clay doll, which would shatter when he pinched it.

But he was so cruel that he had to cut open that scar, which made him hurt so heartbreakingly.

Taking a sharp breath, Zhang Qing let his spine stand up again, looking at his son, who was about the same height as himself, with tears in his eyes, he didn't know if it was a cough or something else.

"Daddy wants to hear your thoughts."

Zhang Yi almost blurted out the words he had answered Xi'er before.

But looking at the hope in his eyes, he really couldn't bear it.

"Dad, I just want you to be happy and happy, so, I listen to you."

These words were heavy in my heart and very awkward.

Insincere words always make people feel heavy and dry.

Zhang Qing's clenched fist unconsciously let go after listening to Zhang Yi's words.

Zhang Yi's nose was sour, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as a needle prick, so he could only take advantage of the effort to pour water to calm down.

Zhang Qing lowered his head and thought, not noticing his son's strange appearance.

When Zhang Yi sat back again, Zhang Qing suddenly grabbed his arm, which was very forbidden, and even a little painful.

"Son, I know that Dad's words will hurt you, and even make it very difficult, but I really don't know what to do, you have grown up and can help Dad, right?"

Zhang Yi's heart was hit hard, and the pain was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe normally.

Not because of these words, but because of the pleading, struggling, and pain in the father's eyes.

The father's originally tall and mighty, omnipotent image, suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like Yan Yan and Tuan Tuan, becoming weak, soft and helpless.

Zhang Yi over-suppressed his emotions, causing his voice to tremble slightly, "Dad~ Don't say that, where did the harm come from between father and son?" Say whatever you want. ”

"Really?" Zhang Qing leaned over and tried to see the answer in his son's eyes.

Zhang Yi nodded firmly, "Yes, you said, I'm here." ”

The last three were extremely gentle, just like the usual coaxing Yan and Tuan Tuan to sleep.

After Zhang Qing felt safe from his son, his emotions suddenly found an outlet, and the guilt, embarrassment, struggle, and pain that had accumulated before were all flowing out through tears at this time.

The hot mood made Zhang Yi feel that he was not facing his father, but a child who had been wandering for a long time and couldn't find a home.

He gave his father a second hug, letting the tears wet his shoulders.

After Zhang Qing calmed down, he was slightly embarrassed.

Embarrassed to be seen by his son as such a vulnerable side

"Dad, everyone in our family should support each other! No matter what the environment is, you should never leave it. In the same way, when you feel sad and painful, I am actually sad and I am also miserable. So, the outpouring of emotions between father and son is normal, isn't it? ”

Zhang Qing sniffed sharply, grabbed Zhang Yi's shoulder, and asked him to face him.

"Son, you are right, no matter what hardships the family faces, they should never give up. Your mother is lost, lost, and wrong, and we are her family, so we should be tolerant and never leave, right? ”

Zhang Yi didn't expect that the words that comforted him just now would be interpreted by him like this.

But how would he answer?

How desperate he was to get rid of the shadow of that childhood, even if he thought about it now, his scalp would still tingle, and his whole body would burn and itch slightly.

This is a precursor to the onset of the disease!

Strive to control, the efforts of the past few years have not been cultivated in vain.

Take a deep breath and look seriously into your father's eyes again.

"Dad, this is just your one-sided idea, do you want to know~ is she willing to leave her current family and return to our family?"

Zhang Yi's "mother" really couldn't be shouted, so he could only replace it with "she".

Most importantly, he expressed his attitude a little, and the words "her family, and ours" are already an insurmountable chasm.

But Zhang Qing couldn't hear it, his eyes were urgent and flustered.

"That's why I said, only you can help me, help your mother."

As soon as those two nouns were spoken, Zhang Yi's heart was blocked.

Taking another deep breath, "How do you want me to help?" ”

It seems that Zhang Qing has been thinking about it for a long time, and when he said this plan, there was not even a pause.

"You are her son, her biological flesh and blood, even if she has no feelings for me, but if she sees you, the mother-son relationship and blood relationship will continue to be separated no matter what." After Zhang Qing said this, Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment.

Because, he felt that something was wrong, very wrong.

My father seems to have reached a dead end, and even insists on going his own way.

Looking at the bloodshot and anxious eyes in his eyes, he feared that his father would have an emotional breakdown at any moment.

The fact is, if she really thinks she is her son, she will report her father and let the father and son be sent to the countryside without clothes, and there will be no news from them?

She is in Beijing, and if she wants to know the address of herself and her father, there must be a way.

But she's never cared about anything, huh?

So, how many times does the mother-son relationship have in her eyes?

Looking at his father, who was already confused, Zhang Yi didn't dare to say a word, for fear that that sentence would become the last grass that crushed the camel.