Looking at the phone that was hung up, Zong Guang didn't react for a moment to understand how he was mixed up like this.

He opened his social software and changed the state of being single, which had been deliberately written as married from the beginning.

It's okay now, starting from foreign social software, extending to domestic ones, it will blow up directly.

In addition to social software, mobile phones and phone calls have also been blown up.

This feeling......

It only took a few minutes for Zong Guang to feel childish and boring.

He quit the social media and muted his phone again.

In the living room, there is only a faint light.

It's just slightly better than not seeing your fingers.

Zongguang is in the dark environment, honest with himself.

It is quite easy for him to let go of a relationship.

For so many years, it's not that he hasn't felt that a girl is beautiful, and it's not that he hasn't been touched by the girl who has been chasing him.

But it is only moving, once there is such a sign, he will directly block this person.

It's another thing to let go of your dreams.

That was his youth, and it was also his life.

It is the goal of his life and the direction of his efforts.

He actually did many, many years of psychological construction.

Have you ever thought that when Dream Heart wrote to him, he said that he was in love.

I also thought that when I quietly ran to school, I saw Dream Heart and the blonde boy holding hands.

In the psychological construction again and again.

He had all foreseen that if such a situation would occur.

Just leave quietly.

Not to disturb is the best blessing.

But nothing like this ever happened.

The flame of hope has always been in his heart.

Burn, burn again.

Until the prairie fires.

At last.

He returned home regardless of it.

The last of the last.

Someone confessed to his face and to his whole world.

This is not a small stimulus.

Broke all his plans.

Now that I think about it, although I was very calm at that time, my emotions were actually out of control.

Everything that followed came from that confession that went out of control.

If you could have been more calm at the time, would you regret it less now?

If he hadn't pierced that layer of window paper, would he have been able to convince himself that family affection is more beautiful than love.

Zong Guang regretted his momentary loss of control.

The doorbell at home rang at this time.

Zongguang didn't know who the person who came, and he was not interested in knowing.

At this moment, in the dark goth homecoming mode designed for him, he doesn't want to see anyone except Dream Heart.

It's not much of a desire to let it appear at home.

At this particular time, it has become a luxury.

Zong Guang couldn't understand how things had developed step by step to what they are now.

The feeling of powerlessness in his heart made him cry stupidly.

Zongguang didn't open the door, but the door opened automatically after the doorbell rang twice.

This family only entered his, Mengxinzhi, and Zongyi's faces and fingerprints.

Even Lu Yuxiang hasn't had time to input yet.

Zongguang was originally lying on the sofa, covering his face with his hands.

I heard movement at the door and sat up directly from the couch.

If Zhizhi comes back to accompany him at this time, it should be the happiest moment of his life so far.

Because of the light, Zong Guang was directly stunned for several seconds.

"Ah Guang, you're at home."

The one who came spoke.

It was a voice he was familiar with.

But it's not the one that haunts me.

"Dad, why are you here?" Zong Guang couldn't help but be surprised.

"How did you get your home like this?" Zong Ji did not answer positively.

When he first entered the door, he was almost not frightened and just closed the door and left.

"The smallest of the small." Zongguang made a voice to wake up the intelligence of the whole house.

"Yes."

"Turn on homecoming mode."

"Okay, we have adjusted the temperature and humidity for you, detected the air quality, turned on the fresh air system, and adjusted the temperature of the direct drinking water to 45 degrees."

Zong Ji walked to the edge of the smart panel of the whole house that had been renamed by Zong Guang, reached out and touched it, and said with a little inquiry: "Little ......"

Zongguang cleaned himself up very neatly.

Hides the traces of emotions that inadvertently hang all over the face.

walked to the position of the bar and poured a glass of water for Zong Ji: "How can Dad have a password at home?" ”

"Ah Xin told me."

"Oh......" Zong Guang was stunned.

The answer is obvious.

Zongguang didn't mind at all, so that his father had the password for the family.

The reason why he didn't say it himself was that he wanted to wait for his father to come over, and he would directly enter his face fingerprints, and finally mention the password.

In cases where the face and fingerprint have already been entered, the password has effectively become dispensable.

"Disappointed to see Dad?" Zong Ji swept his gaze to Zong Guang's face.

"How so?" Zong Guang explained: "This time it was time when the house was renovated, and my younger brother happened to come over on vacation, I thought that my father and my younger brother might be a little embarrassed when they met, so I didn't let my father come over to warm the house together." ”

"Warm house." Zong Ji looked around, "These two words have nothing to do with the current situation. ”

"It was already warm yesterday, which is good." Zong Guang explained.

"Where is your wine, Dad bought a lot of dishes, cook you something delicious, and then our father and son will get drunk and rest." Soji quickly switched to Chef mode.

"I'm not very suitable for a drunken job. You have to test it before you get on the plane, and when you blow it, you can't fly. ”

"If you can't, you can't. The airline still doesn't allow pilots to rest uncomfortably for a few days? ”

"I'm not uncomfortable either." Zongguang was reluctant to admit it.

Boys, even in front of their fathers, are still dead to save face.

"It's okay, then Daddy drinks until you feel unwell."

"Dad......" Out of professional instinct, Zong Guang deliberately refused.

"Eh, our father and son haven't drunk a lot of wine yet."

Zong Ji patted Zong Guang on the shoulder: "You don't know what kind of experience it is to be drunk by your daughter all day long." ”

"Is he a good drinker?"

"Well, Ah Xin may be immune to alcohol, if you really want to drink it, I haven't drunk her once."

"Then I really don't know."

"There are many things you don't know, you and I will move the pile of things at the door to the kitchen first, and when the meal is ready, I will talk to you one by one."

The arrival of Zong Ji made this cold home instantly have fireworks.

Zong Guang didn't know how to describe his state of mind at the moment.

This scene should have been taken for granted.

When he was young, this is how his father took care of his emotions.

When he was unhappy, his father would make him something to eat.

In my memory, in the first few years with my father, such things often happened.

At that time, my father was not very good at cooking.

But he just thinks that what his father makes is the best food in the world.

Before living with his father, his childhood was spent in a state of extreme insecurity of being abandoned and abandoned.

Later, Dad reorganized the family.

Under the double care of his father and Sister Lan, and under the persistent worship and attachment of Mengxinzhi to him, he slowly found himself.

I no longer worry about whether my dad won't be able to see him because he has an extra child.

But at the happiest moment, his feelings for Dream Heart have changed.

Even if there is no blood relationship, the growing feelings are overwhelming.

If he can, he hopes more than anyone else that in a loving family, he will always be happy with Brother Ji, Lan Mei and Ah Xin.

Fate always played so many jokes on him.

At the height of his adolescence, he was at his most rebellious, allowing him to see his heart clearly, and he ran away because of it.

Since then, he has had the bond of his younger brother.

said that it was a fetter, and he was willing to really take care of it.

My brother is so small, so helpless, and has congenital cerebral palsy.

Zong Guang saw tenacious vitality in Lu Yuxiang's body.

Every day, every day, every day.

That light of humanity can illuminate the darkness of the whole world.

If it weren't for taking care of his younger brother, he would have been back for a year at most.

Accompany Mengxinzhi, either let her fall in love with him, or slowly change her mentality in the process of getting along for a long time.

In any case, it is impossible for him to be absent for such a long time in the life of Dream Heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't come back, the feelings he suppressed in his heart wouldn't be stronger and stronger every year because he couldn't find an outlet.

Everything is a coincidence, it all stems from a small choice to leave home, and everything seems to be predestined.

Zong Guang collected his emotions and came to the kitchen: "Is there anything you need my help with?" ”

Zong Ji raised his head but did not stop cutting meat in his hands, and asked Zong Guang in a loud voice: "How can you help?" ”

"In the kitchen, I should be able to help with anything." Zong Guang responded firmly.

"Really? You used to not even know how to peel potatoes. ”

"After all these years, there must be a lot of things in me that my dad doesn't know." Zong Guang used Zong Ji's previous words to pay tribute to him.

"That's just as well." Zong Ji stopped his movements and looked up at Zong Guang: "Otherwise, you will cook this meal today?" ”

Zong Guang looked at Zong Ji who was directly picking, and was stunned, and then rolled up his non-existent sleeves and responded: "Okay, what does Dad want to eat?" ”

Zong Ji gave up a position and came out: "Just eat what you are best at." ”

"I ......" After hesitating for half a second, Zong Guang refused: "I don't want to be my best today." ”

"That's ......" Zong Ji quickly understood the meaning of the half of his son's unspoken sentence, thought about it, and changed his words: "Otherwise, you can make egg fried rice and shoot cucumbers, the simpler the thing, the more you can see a person's cooking skills." ”

"Isn't Daddy going to drink heavily? How do you drink egg fried rice and cucumber patting? ”

"If you can drink, you can drink dry." Zong Ji paused, "Otherwise, you can fry some more peanuts." ”

Zongguang probably also understood that his father did not have much confidence in his cooking skills.

Come to think of it, before going abroad, he didn't touch the things in the kitchen at all.

"Forget it, I'll play freely. Look at what's in the house and what Dad bought. Zong Guang began to check the ingredients.

Zong Ji clapped his hands, happy and quiet: "Then you are busy in the kitchen, and I will visit your new home." ”

"Okay."

After finishing speaking, Zong Guang remembered that his father had always thought that what he liked was princess style.

If his father finds out, he decorates a dark gothic bedroom for Yumekoyuki.

It will be more difficult to hide the fact that you are preparing to study the art of burial.

Zongguang's care for Dream Heart is engraved in his bones.

Even in today's situation, he doesn't want to let it miss his dream because of himself.

Taking advantage of the fact that his father had not gone far, Zong Guang hurriedly changed his words and said, "What is there to visit on a flat floor?" ”

"My son's home, not to mention the big flat, is only the size of a chicken coop, and it is very easy to visit."

"Doesn't Dad want to stay and teach me how to cook? What if I couldn't peel a potato slice like I did when I was a kid? ”

"I look at your posture with a knife, it's impossible not to. Not to mention anything else, your current knife work is no worse than your father's. ”

"You can't just have a knife job. The color and fragrance only occupy one color, and it is difficult to swallow in the end, which will definitely affect our mood of drinking heavy wine. ”

"Ah Guang, what's the matter with you? I don't want my dad to see your home. ”

"What's the matter, I just want to cook with my father, this is also a father-son game that has never been before, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. But you're not reacting right. Do you have something hidden in your house? ”

"Uh-huh." Zong Guang nodded like pounding garlic, without thinking about it, he directly said: "Maybe the golden house is Jiaojiao." ”

Zong Ji responded with a smile: "If you have this ability, Dad will wait to hold his grandson next year." ”

"Okay." As long as Dad doesn't go to visit one room at a time, Zong Guang dares to agree to anything: "How many does Dad want to hug?" ”

"How many more can you want to hold in a year?" The smile on Zong Ji's face became more obvious.

"Is it okay to give birth to quadruplets and quintuplets for you?" Somitsu suggested a possibility.

Zong Ji thought for a while: "Triplets are enough, Dad is not greedy." ”

"Well, it's not greedy."

From the beginning of chopping vegetables, Zong Guang has been dedicated to several uses.

Looking at the fire and chatting, nothing was left behind.

The skillful movements made the old father dumbfounded.

In less than half an hour, four dishes and one soup were prepared.

After drinking a bottle of Moutai brought by Zong Ji and Zong Guang of the same age, the father and son left the restaurant and went to the tea room to continue drinking whiskey with ham.

Zongguang's alcohol consumption is not very good, just drank three taels of Moutai, the first sip of whiskey mixed in, has already entered a slightly drunk state.

Zong Ji took the opportunity to show his intention: "Ah Guang, don't blame Dad for not being on your side. ”

"Why should I blame Dad for this kind of thing?" Zong Guang didn't want to talk, so he sighed with the strength of wine: "If you want to blame, I can only blame myself." ”

"Blame yourself, that's even more wrong. What are you doing wrong? ”

"Leave home when you shouldn't, and return home when you shouldn't." Even if he was not completely drunk, there was no trace of brilliance in Zong Guang's eyes.

"What do you mean not to go home? My son wants to go back to his own home, how can he not be? ”

"If I just wait, wait a year or two and come back, and go directly to the wedding or something, it won't be a burden to anyone." Zongguang directly drank half a glass of pure whiskey.

"Ah Guang, you are not a burden in the first place. You, like your name, shine a light on those around you, no matter where you are. ”

"And who will illuminate me?"