In one breath, I vomited out all my grievances and questions for many years, but even so, my heart still couldn't relax, and I was very excited, staring at my father, wanting to hear his explanation.

My father didn't answer me, I could only see his side face, and from his side glance, I could see his depth, and his eyes seemed to be full of stories. But it is not very obvious, he seems to have many, many unspeakable things.

After being silent for a long time, he moved, turned his head, and said to me: "Son, Dad also has a hard time, don't look at me as the head of the family, but there are some things that I can't change, not to mention, I was not the head of the family before, I know that you have been wronged a lot over the years, Dad is sorry for you, from now on, Dad will do everything to make up for you." ”

Saying these words, my father's face was full of vicissitudes and melancholy, and his voice became a little hoarse, and I asked again, "Dad." What do you mean when you say you weren't the head of the house before? ”

My father seemed to recall the past, but he didn't answer me, as if he didn't hear me, because he wanted to dust the past.

I know that what my father doesn't want to say must be a huge blow to him, he has his difficulties, and I understand, but my heart is still very aggrieved, very sad, in front of my father, I want to pour out all my suffering over the years, I am like a naïve child, I want to get all my father's love.

After another long silence, my father looked at me again, he seemed to see my grievances over the years, and he said to me very seriously: "Zhang Ming, many things have passed, and there is no point in talking about it, you are in good health now, I am very pleased, and that is enough." ”

My dad's words were very simple, his simple words were not able to make me resolve my emotions, I yelled at him: "The matter is in the past, but do you know how many grievances I have suffered over the years?" I didn't love my parents, I was bullied at school, others had a father who stood up for him, but I didn't, I could only bear it silently, I ...... "My grievances, even if I talk about it for three days and three nights, I can't finish it."

Seeing my uncomfortable appearance, my father showed his father's expression of loving son, he looked at me distressedly, and said: "I know, it's Dad who is sorry for you, now it's okay, you are no longer a child without father's love, our father and son are reunited, I will not allow others to bully you in the future, whatever you want, I will satisfy you, if you still have any grievances, say it, Dad will stand up for you and tell them." My son of Zhang Tianming is not something that anyone can bully if they want to. ”

Zhang Tianming is my father's name, my name is Zhang Ming, his name is Zhang Tianming, only one more Tianzhi than me, does it mean that he attaches great importance to me? This extra word is like my sky.

My dad's words are strong and domineering, just like when I was a child in school, I saw some children being bullied. They go home to their dad, and their dad will come to the school and ask their kids, who bullied you, and you tell dad, and dad helps you out.

Hearing these words, I threw myself into my father's chest at once, and cried loudly, and my father patted me gently on the shoulder, and said nothing, because he knew that silence was better than sound at this time. No matter how much he said, there was no way to make up for my wounded heart, he could only prove it with his actions.

I don't know how long it took, I cried enough, I was tired of crying, I stopped crying, and I stopped the tears that flowed, but I still didn't leave my father's chest, I wanted to feel my father's embrace, the kind of embrace I dreamed of.

"Dad." After I was immersed for a long time, I suddenly said, "You have more than ten wives, right?" ”

The father was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, don't be surprised, I can't help ...... such a big family."

"I know it all, you don't have to explain." Before my father could finish his sentence, I interrupted him.

I can understand how many wives my father has, his identity is different from ordinary people, he is in charge of such a huge family, even if he has a hundred wives, I don't think it's strange.

I continued, "Dad. How many sons do you have besides me. "Steward Zhang calls me the third young master, and I have heard him mention the second young master, which means that there is also a big young master, as far as I know, that is to say, my father has three sons. I think my dad probably has more than three sons, he has more than ten wives, and even if he has more than ten sons, it's not surprising.

Hearing me mention this, my father replied very calmly: "With you, I have a total of three sons, and you are the third." You also have two older brothers. "When I mentioned my two elder brothers, my father's face was a little ugly and his expression was a little desolate.

I was a little surprised, I didn't expect that my dad had more than ten wives and only three sons, which is really a bit incredible.

I raised my head again, looked at my father, and asked very seriously, "Dad, what about my mother, is he also among your dozen wives?" "In the end, I asked what I wanted to ask the most.

I want my mother more than my father. After all, I was a piece of meat that fell from her. I looked at my father expectantly, hoping to get the promise I wanted.

However, my father's expression became haggard, and his eyes were full of guilt when he looked at me, and he seemed to remember some unbearable past.

The father shook his head with a sad face and said, "No, your mother is not in it. ”

I was disappointed, but it seemed to be expected, and I had already guessed that my mom would never be among the ten or so women, because I couldn't find any telepathy in those ten women.

I am a life nurtured by my mother in October, mother and son are connected, even if I have never met my mother, but as long as I can get close to it, it will always touch my heart, just like when I first saw my father, I could see at a glance that he was my father.

Hearing my father's answer, I asked anxiously, "What about my mother?" Where did my mom go? ”

My father's face was painful, his eyes were slightly red, and suddenly I seemed to think of something.

The father suddenly got up and went out of the hot spring, dried himself, put on his bathrobe, and said, "You come with me." ”

I quickly got up. He also took the bathrobe on the edge of the hot spring and draped it on, and followed closely behind his father.

Walking out of the hot spring cave, my father and I got on the four-wheeled electric car again, and the electric car continued to drive deep into the Zhangjia compound. His gaze was straight ahead, and his eyes seemed to contain many, many stories.

After more than ten minutes, the electric car stopped, and stopped in a very old place, here and the rich place behind it seemed to be two worlds, and this place had been old for a long time. There is also a dilapidated house in front of me, as if no one has lived in it for more than ten years, but the surrounding area is very clean, and I think someone should come to clean it often.

I was puzzled and asked my father, "Dad, where is this?" What are you bringing me here for? ”

My father stared at the dilapidated old house in front of him, the corners of his eyes were moist, his eyes were hazy with tears, and his eyes were in a daze, as if he remembered a lot of old things.

"Let's go inside." As my father spoke, he walked into the antique house, and I followed.

Step into this house that has been uninhabited for more than a decade. There was a very fresh smell on my face, the house was very quiet, and as soon as I walked in, I felt a warm breath, and the pressure on my body dissipated at once.

I closed my eyes and felt the smell of this house. It's very comfortable, I thought this house would have a strong smell, but there is an inexpressible sense of comfort inside, much better than the beautiful villa outside.

I opened my eyes, and in a haze, I suddenly felt that this place was very familiar, there was a smell of home here, what was going on?

My father stood motionless, as if looking at something, his burly body blocking my view, and I was curious and couldn't help but lean forward.

I saw my father staring deeply at a black-and-white photo, in which a woman was beautiful, with a kind smile, even if the photo was colorless, it was still possible to imagine that the woman in the photo must be beautiful.

My father's sluggish behavior made my heart jump to my throat immediately.