Bao Guowei walked on the road, it was already past nine o'clock at this time, and the traffic on the street was a little crowded, but this was not the case for Bao Guowei, most of the pedestrians consciously kept some distance from Bao Guowei, so as not to push him.

Some young people in short sleeves who were working opposite him, and after facing him, they had to look back at his back carefully, revealing envious eyes.

After changing clothes, it seems that the whole world is different, and it is a magical world.

After returning home, Bao Guowei wiped down his desk and stool, and then sat on the stool and continued to write "Teasing the Sky".

After noon, Qin Mansion.

The old contractor got off work, said hello to a few well-connected co-workers, and hurried home. He was a little worried about his son, he didn't see anyone in the morning, and remembered that this morning, Guowei also washed the dishes and chopsticks, which is a bit abnormal, maybe he is sensible?

When I got home, I pushed open the hidden door, entered the back room, and saw the old bag of dishes and chopsticks that had been passed on the table, so I was relieved and wanted to go into Bao Guowei's room to take a look at him.

As soon as he opened the door, Lao Bao's eyes widened and he froze in place, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Looking at the young man in a suit and leather shoes, sitting upright and writing with his head down, looking at the somewhat familiar side face, he had a ridiculous thought in his heart: Could this person in front of him be his son?

Until Bao Guowei turned his head with a smile and looked at him......

Rumble! Lao Bao's heart seemed to be thundered, and he twitched violently, and he wanted to say something, but he felt that his mouth was a little weak, so that it turned into a murmuring sound.

"You... You are...... Guowei? ”

He couldn't believe it! Is this Guowei? No, it can't be wrong, this is his son Guowei! But this is the person in front of him, who looks more noble than the eldest young master of the Qin Mansion, really, is his son Bao Guowei?

Lao Bao wiped his face vigorously with both hands, wiped his eyes again, and then stared at the person in front of him, still there!

Lao Bao's hands trembled slightly, he was a little scared, afraid that this was a dream - this is the scene he has imagined day and night for more than ten years: Guowei is sitting on a chair in a suit and leather shoes, like a big man like a high section chief, just use the pen to correct the documents, there is a good salary, and he is still the object of everyone's stuttering.

But how could such a scene suddenly appear in front of you? Obviously, he was still wearing a ...... last night.

Lao Bao didn't like to take the time to think about it anymore, he wanted to see this scene more, maybe in the next second, the scene in front of him would disappear, he woke up from the bed with the smell of sweat, opened his eyes to the short and dark roof panels, and missed the work time.

He thought that even if he was dreaming, he would ask God to be kind once and let him wake up later.

Bao Guowei looked at the old Bao with a dull face at the door, and the smile of "warm as jade" that was originally disguised couldn't hold back, and directly turned into the crooked mouth of the dragon king.

"Well, I'm dressed in good clothes."

Seeing that Lao Bao was still there and didn't speak, he stared at himself. Bao Guowei got up and walked towards him, put his hand in front of his eyes and shook it. Lao Bao's eyes were fanned and there was a sour feeling, and then he came back to his senses, this was not a dream, he pinched his thigh hard.

"Oh, Guowei, why are you dressed like this, just like the eldest young master of the Qin Mansion, but, but where did you get this dress, you can't rob the clothes from other people's clothing stores, what if someone reports to the yamen, what if the boss sends someone to arrest him?"

Lao Bao didn't believe that his son would do such a thing, but if it wasn't like that, what else could explain the clothes on his son's body?

"Tsk! What could I do? I went to the shopping street in the city this morning, and I was going to buy some stationery and write something, who would have thought about it......"

"Then, I met two people, one is named Chu Ze......"

As Bao Guowei spoke, Lao Bao kept nodding his head, and occasionally bent his waist, as if listening to the master's lecture. He has always been accustomed to nodding his head when he sees this dress, even if the person in front of him is his own son, this habit can't be changed, not to mention that he is his own son in front of him, what can he do if he nods and haha.

Until Bao Guowei finished speaking, he still felt a little unbelievable, just like that, so easily......

This is indeed a bit of luck. But if Bao Guowei hadn't entered a state of preoccupation with the pen at that time, or the pencil writing was not good enough, people lost interest after a glance, did not write such an interesting article, or did not behave properly enough, how could he get the appreciation of Mr. Chu Ze?

Bao Guowei was a little stunned when he saw Lao Bao, and thought that he didn't believe it, so he showed him the first page of the novel he had written.

Lao Bao took the paper in a trance, he looked at the words on it, some couldn't see it clearly, but he could still see that it looked good, better than what was printed, better than what was written by the gentlemen, better than what was written on the murals of the Qin Mansion, better than anyone else's writing, he had never seen such a beautiful word.

The beautiful pencil words seemed to turn into butterflies, flying in front of Lao Bao's eyes and drilling into his heart.

Lao Bao suddenly felt a little dizzy.

He took the piece of paper, trembled to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a pair of reading glasses, put them on, and squatted down on the bed next to him.

He looked at the words on it, it was beautiful, what he wanted to read and write, but he still couldn't see the words clearly, because his eyes were already moist.

He thought of his deceased wife, who was Bao Guowei's mother who died at the age of five and a half, and he wanted her to know immediately that her son was now a good young man, capable of supporting himself.

He remembered that when Bao Guowei was five and a half years old, he had no mother to take care of him, so he took him to the Qin Mansion, and for the first time in thirty years, he put forward an unruly idea to the master: begging the old man and his wife to keep him, even if it was to let him stay and do chores, he could not let him stay at home alone all day without taking care of him.

He remembered the first time Bao Guowei wrote when he was a child, and even the posture of holding the pen was different from that of the young masters, and the words written by the brush were twisted crookedly on the paper, but at that time he thought it looked good, that is, someone was willing to take ten yuan, it was a hundred yuan, and he would not change it if he exchanged more money for this piece of paper.

He remembered the first time Bao Guowei opened his mouth to call his father, the first time he could walk, and the first time he talked back to himself. He also said to himself: "Hahahahaha, I want to study, I also want to be a person like the master, when I grow up, I will raise you and my mother, you are the eldest lord and the eldest lady." ”

He remembered a lot, he muttered, choked, and sometimes laughed, but the tears kept flowing down. He strained his jaw and sobbed. But he didn't let himself cry out loud, he didn't want his son to see him crying.

He raised his arm and wiped his tears with the patched sleeves of the cotton clothes that had been with him for more than ten years, but he couldn't finish wiping them, but they flowed faster and faster.

Tears flowed down his face, to the bottom of his chin, and gathered together, almost dripping, someone handed over a hand cloth, and Lao Bao looked at the man's face.

"Daddy."

Hearing this long-lost title, Lao Bao couldn't hold back anymore.

This is the first time in more than ten years that he has been crying uncontrollably since he became a father.