Not even a mother.

Does Dad count?

He couldn't find fault with his father, but the love given by his father was reliable, but not heartwarming enough.

When he wore socks that exposed his big toe, when he wore a shirt with a distinctly frayed collar, when the elastic bands of his panties were already loose...... He will feel lonely, deeply lonely.

Just like when he saw Mi Zhi involuntarily grabbing Wang Chengyou's arm when he heard that Xu Qinglai was suspected of being kidnapped, just like he saw Zhang's mother affectionately take out a handkerchief to help Wang Chengyou wipe the food scraps from the corner of his mouth, this kind of time will remind him that he has no one to love, he is so lonely.

Wang Chen must have noticed the loneliness in the young man's eyes, so he remained silent, took a piece of gingerbread, handed it to his son Wang Zhifeng, and pretended to be relaxed: "Gingerbread to ward off the cold, taste it." ”

Wang Zhifeng took it with both hands, making an exception and not thanking him diligently.

Wang Chen couldn't help but look at him again. He lowered his head slightly, put his knees in one hand, and slowly put the cake in his mouth with the other, his eyes were half drooping, and he was still sitting upright, but he was lonely for no reason.

While speaking, Wang Chengyou had already walked down the stairs, and it seemed that he was going to follow Zhang's mother to the kitchen, but was stopped by Wang Chen.

"Learn from your brother, I always feel that you often forget that you are a boy."

Wang Chengyou stood up without temper at all, and propped his arms straight on the back of the sofa: "I'm walking around, isn't it for fear of disturbing the two of you to talk about yourself." I see him every day at school, and you only see him once every two weeks. ”

He didn't even say "brother". Dad Wang Chen didn't even blame. Wang Zhifeng smiled, and couldn't help swearing in his heart: Sooner or later, one day, he will completely compare the little spicy chicken!

"Flim flam makes excuses! I think you can't sit still! ”

Wang Chengyou slid onto the sofa like a loach, immediately sat down like a clock, took a sip at one end of the teacup: "Dad, I heard that Wang Jiadu has some connections with our family?" ”

The tone is calm, judging like two people.

Wang Chen couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Wang Chengyou immediately lay on his back on the sofa, and his knees slid out far away: "Look! You see! I'm talking to you honestly, but you yourself ruined the atmosphere and talked about me. ”

Wang Chen held back his laughter, wanting to scold him for two sentences but couldn't scold.

Forget it, he still has the son of Zhifeng to support the façade anyway. For this person who can't hold up the wall and will reveal his original form in three minutes, he just opens his eyes and closes his eyes.

"Wangjiadu is the place where your ancestors started."

The teenager loves to listen to stories the most, and Wang Zhifeng and Wang Chengyou can't help but look at their father. The same sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the nose is like a gall. It's just a righteous face, and a relaxed one that's too casual.

The smile on Wang Chen's face was undoubtedly sincere.

Under the gaze of two sons with different styles but equally healthy, handsome and vigorous, Wang Chen said slowly.

"According to your grandfather, when your ancestors were so old, they were lonely and homeless due to changes in their families.

The city is full of other people's houses, and the street corners that block the wind are also guarded by strong homeless people. The suburbs were the houses and land of the peasants.

The young Gaozu walked all the way to the periphery and came to a land of barren grass, which was a triangular land where even the nearby farmers were too lazy to take care of the pits. Above the wasteland, under a large locust tree, there is a circle of dry highland. It was summer, and he took charge of his home under the tree.

From spring to autumn, Gaozu relied on this big locust tree and used the rags he picked up to form a simple home. Rubbing straw ropes, working short-term jobs, picking up rags, what to do.

Year after year, when you were almost 40 years old, you finally saved up a sum of savings, built a small house, and married the daughter of a poor family who married for the second time, and then you had your great-grandfather.

Time passes, society changes.

An artificial river was dug in front of the big locust tree. Gradually gathered around the tree, other families, all homeless and poor, who had received the favor of your ancestors, and also settled in the Ownerless Triangle.

By the time your great-grandfathers were born and grew up to your age, the triangle had developed into a small natural village with a dozen families. Because the first family settled here is surnamed Wang, and there is an artificial river nearby, this small natural village has the name of 'Wangjiadu'. ”

Wang Zhifeng and Wang Chengyou glanced at each other unconsciously, and they both saw surprise and pride in each other's eyes.

The blood relationship born from the same origin makes their hearts closely connected at this moment.

"Throughout the life of the great-grandfather, although there was no turning point in the event, he inherited the advantages of the great ancestor, was industrious and thrifty, honest and brave, widely praised by the neighbors, was elected as the head of a village, and created a living, clothing, smooth and friendly living environment for your grandfather.

By the time your grandfather was seven or eight years old, he showed extraordinary courage, and he did not want to rub hemp rope or work part-time, but he wanted to go to school.

Unfortunately, the family does not have enough money.

At that time, the city was developing, and Wangjiadu had changed from a far suburb to a near suburb.

Later, my grandfather, who was eleven or twelve years old, became an apprentice to a clockmaker. When he was in his twenties, despite his family's opposition, he entered the factory and became an apprentice again. With his intelligence and expertise, he learned to repair the big machine of cotton cloth without a teacher, and finally became an engineer, and at the age of 45, he had his own small factory.

Later, the factory was confiscated. He felt sad and followed your uncle to settle in Canada.

I am your grandfather's old man. When I grow up and you are so old," Wang Chen smiled and fell silent.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly."

"Still listening."

The two sons urged him in unison.

Wang Chen laughed: "I have nothing to talk about." Caught up with the good times. The hardships endured by my ancestors have been turned into honey and returned to me in my generation. I'm afraid you won't have as much luck as I am. ”

The two sons laughed in unison.

Since the father did not want to talk about the great wealth he had built, they pretended that their family was ordinary and lackluster.

As soon as the grandfather told the story, Mi Chee walked out of the elevator. Wang Zhifeng was the first to see it, and returned to his usual appearance of smiling and silent.

Grandpa, as far as Wang Zhifeng is concerned, is just an old man with a smile on his mouth, but in fact his eyes are serious and sharp. We only meet once a year or two, and each time we meet, it's just a meal.

Grandpa is undoubtedly alienated and cold to him.

I heard that my grandfather strongly opposed the marriage of my parents back then. Later, he insisted that he should be snatched back to the Wang family after he had just come out of swaddling clothes. Judging from these two points, grandpa is indeed strong and domineering enough.

It's a pity that Dad went against Grandpa's wishes both times.

Perhaps, deep down, Dad loves Mom.

The more he grew up, the more Wang Zhifeng faintly felt that it would be good if his father listened to his grandfather. If Dad had snatched him home back then, there might not have been Wang Chengyou's little spicy chicken...... It's not right, if you really listen to grandpa, even he won't be there. You must know that grandpa can't look down on his mother.

The old past, the wood has been completed, don't mention it.

Wang Chengyou Yuguang found that his mother came out, and he was about to pat his father's sycophant and changed his words: "Mom, how do you ask?" ”