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Zhang Qing and Zhang Yi are having a difficult conversation.

After dinner, Zhang Yi sat on the edge of the kang table as usual, reading and practicing calligraphy.

And Zhang Qing walked around the hall until it was dark, and he didn't have the courage to muster up.

"Dad, is there something wrong with you?" Zhang Yi really couldn't ignore the people pacing outside, and the sound of gasps from time to time indicated that his heart was so chaotic that he relied on instinct to regulate his breathing.

Yes?

Zhang Qing is not only confused in his mind, but also in his heart, he really doesn't know how to speak.

When I heard my son's voice, I was stunned for a while, only to realize that I was already cold.

Walked quickly into Zhang Yi's room, took off his shoes and put on the kang.

The cold skin suddenly touched the hot kang mat, and it was aroused by pimples, and even a slight tingling.

With an excited brain, he blurted out, "Son, did something happen at home during my time in the research institute?" ”

Zhang Yi is no longer the young and fragile child he was at the beginning.

After countless sleepless nights, although the painful memories are still unspeakable, at least they don't stimulate him to lose control of his emotions.

My throat tightened, and my scalp was slightly numb.

Zhang Yi put down the book in his hand and looked up at his father, who was still young and strong, "Why do you ask like that?" ”

It's good that my father is still alive, that I'm still alive, and that life is peaceful now, isn't it?

As for the memory of the past, that person, saying it will only break the peaceful life, and it has no meaning.

What's more, she doesn't know where in the vast land, whether she can meet in the future, is also unknown.

So, he didn't want to say it, and he didn't feel the need to say it.

"We're going back to Beijing soon, and Xi'er has already sent a telegram." Zhang Qing tried to read something from his son's expression, but failed.

"Very good, let's start packing our bags in a few days, and send some things away first, right? Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of belongings. ”

A smooth and gentle tone, rigorous logical thinking, it seems like that's good, isn't it?

"Well, send these things to the Tian family first, the address has been sent."

Unknowingly, Zhang Qing ran away with his son's train of thought.

After studying the question of how to pack for a while, I realized that the topic of conversation that was pacing outside for more than half an hour was not the topic at all.

Try to turn the conversation back to the point, "Our home may not be the home we used to be, have you ever thought about it?" ”

Zhang Yi made a list on a piece of paper and made a memo of the things that the father and son had discussed before.

"Definitely, it's just the two of us, can it be the same?" Zhang Yi felt that his words were very inexplicable.

"Uh~~ You haven't thought about your mother?" Zhang Qing closed his eyes, panted and asked directly.

But it was precisely because of the moment when he closed his eyes that he ignored the pain that flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

When he studied his son's expression again, he found that it was still as calm as the wind and the sunshine of the sea, and there was not even a ripple.

"Didn't think about it, you really wanted to?" Zhang Yi couldn't help but start worrying about this problem.

My memory of her has been forcibly killed, but my father doesn't!

If he is still in love with her, and when he returns to Beijing, he even thinks about taking this person back, what is the matter?

Zhang Yi suddenly realized that he had ignored a very important issue.

When I asked this sentence, my heart tightened, and I thought about how to deal with it, just like it is said in the Red Book, when facing the class enemy, you should not be merciless.

Zhang Qing didn't think that he would be asked by his son.

This is a question before you know the truth.

I must have thought about it before I realized my son's pain, right?

After all, in the six or seven years that a husband and wife have been together, they have always regarded her as the most important person in their lives, even if their son is born, they have not changed.

Because, he knows very clearly that she is the only one who can accompany him in the future.

The son, there will be a new family, there will be his own life, his own children.

Therefore, even if he is in the worst living environment, he still has no doubt that the person who walks with him for a lifetime will change.

But what about now?

Now, are you still thinking about it?

Zhang Qing's eyes were more confused......

In the past few years in Gaoshizhuang, he has gained a new understanding of emotions, this society, human nature, politics, and faith.

The science head, which used to be black and white, can now gradually understand the advantages of the gray area.

Once, with the logical concept of distinguishing between right and wrong, I saw in the relationship with the Tian family that there was no right or wrong in the relationship between the family, only unconditional tolerance and understanding.

However, what about him and Liu Ran, is there still a need for tolerance and understanding?

Zhang Yi was always pinching his heart because of his father's thinking, and then saw him suddenly get off the ground and wander out.

Looking at Zhang Qing's state, Zhang Yi was very uneasy, and hurriedly followed to the ground.

As a result, he just wandered from this room to another room, and Kimono lay down.

The blankness in his eyes was like that he had been in countless nights.

Zhang Qing's mind is churning out every slice of life in the past few years, and in a certain corner of his heart, there are actually regrets.

looked at Tian Yuliang and Li Ying, no matter how hard they worked, or they were happy, they watched over each other.

Someone to help you when you fall, someone to accompany you when you are happy, and someone to coax you when you are sad......

There is also the eccentric Xi'er, and the son who is not less naughty and mischievous, but is generous and sincere to people.

This is supposed to be home, right?

Looking at myself and my son in the other room, I always feel that there is no temperature in the room.

Covered in cold, Zhang Qing subconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly, and the coldness still came out of his bones.

But when he asked his son just now, the expectation of mother's love in his heart couldn't be felt even sporadically.

How could Zhang Qing's heart not hurt?

But in my heart, I still yearn for that warmth.

So, when Zhang Yi asked that question, he really didn't know how to answer.

No, it's not that I don't understand, but I don't dare to say it.

I am afraid that my son's once injured black eyes will be covered with haze again.

Because he knows that he is the only emotional belonging he misses.

Zhang Qing turned sideways, and the tears in the corners of his eyes reminded him of himself: In fact, it is himself who really has to face the reality, not his son.

Realizing this, he fell into an endless panic.

Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

Until in a dream, looking at his son's eyes that were once like a clear spring, gradually drying up, the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Like a steel knife, Ling Chi held his fist-sized heart, and as he stepped back step by step, Zhang Qing woke up in pain......

It's like being killed by a fish on the verge of thirst, and it takes a big breath to gradually relieve the paralysis of the heart.

It turned out that it was already dawn!

He didn't have time to pull on the heel of his shoe, rushed into his son's room, didn't find anyone, and rushed out again.

Smelling the smell of porridge, the whole person gradually came to his senses.

The son is still there, walking into the kitchen, looking at the busy figure in front of the stove, it turns out that the son is already taller than the cupboard?