C56

Some things, you wait your whole life, it may not come; some things, you do not think for a moment, it came. Fate was often arranged in this way, making it difficult to understand.

Yu'er and I have already done our best to persuade her father. She … "The middle-aged man knew that he had said the wrong thing and had violated the family's most taboo term, but fortunately, he had reacted in time and had corrected his own mistake. He looked at his father-in-law with a trace of anger in his eyes, but it only lasted for a moment and didn't show on his face. Only then did he feel relieved and continued, "Yu'er and I didn't complete the mission you gave us. We accept the family law."

The old man sank into deep thought, and the scenes of the past flashed through his mind like a movie. Only when the last scene of the past disappeared did the old man wake up from his memories. After that, he glanced at the two people below the hall and slowly opened his mouth, asking with a voice that sounded both self-reproach and questioning, "Did I really do wrong? "Maybe I was wrong. Since the situation has come to this, I can only try my best to remedy it. But is there still time?" As the old man spoke, he lowered his head, no longer having the air of a king. Some of them only had remorse, guilt, and sorrow.

When the two people in the hall saw this, they also sighed deeply in their hearts. The business tycoon from before, that proud and majestic demeanor, that spirit that could shake the world, had never lowered his head to anyone in all the years that anyone in the business world had lived, and now he actually abandoned his aloof status and lowered his proud head to repent. It seemed like this matter had always been a knot in his heart, and it could be said that he had never failed in his entire life, and he had never made the wrong decision, but unfortunately, in this matter, he still made the wrong choice, and it was this mistake that turned everything around for his entire life. Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, he was a business tycoon, a legendary figure. However, only those who knew him well would understand that he was also an ordinary mortal. He had flesh and blood, and also emotions. Compared to an ordinary person, perhaps he was still a pitiful person, or even a pitiful person. Everything he did was due to good fortune, truly good fortune.

As a daughter, the woman felt very uncomfortable when she saw her father suddenly turn ten years old. She sighed as she looked at his frail body, "Father, I know you feel guilty, but please take note of your body. Blood is thicker than water, and I believe that one day he will come back to see you. "

The old man had already lost all of his dignity, and upon hearing that, he stared at his daughter, his sharp eyes becoming a little cloudy, as if he was questioning himself, and muttered: "Really? Will he come back? Can I wait until that day? "Sigh …" As he spoke, he began to sigh again, no longer paying attention to the two people in the hall. Seeing this, the two men didn't know what to say anymore. They looked at each other and quietly left the living room, no longer bothering the old man.

They exited the living room and stood in the courtyard. The middle-aged woman's tears flowed like a kite with its string cut. I'm so useless, I can't do anything to help when I see Dad like this. "

The middle-aged man gently embraced the middle-aged woman, then patted her back and comforted her deeply, "Alright, this is not your fault. How could we hope for things to get to this point today, that the bell still needs someone to answer it. I believe in what you said, they will return, to their true home."

The middle-aged woman lifted up her tear-stained eyes from the middle-aged man's embrace. She stared deeply at her beloved husband and nodded slightly.

Mom, I'm back." "A melodious voice similar to that of a skylark could be heard. A pure, beautiful, and generous girl of about twenty wearing a white cape appeared in front of a dilapidated residential door. Following that, a handsome, handsome boy stood behind her with two large bags.

The boy looked at the devastatingly beautiful girl that was like a skylark. He held his breath and said with dissatisfaction, "Big sister, can you stop shouting? Help me grab it. Didn't you see that I was dying?"

The beautiful girl glanced at him and retorted: "A big boy is crying like this and even wants me to take it. He doesn't know how to treat women at all."

The boy tried to defend himself: "I say, elder sister, you better look carefully. These are all yours. I've helped you mention your family. You don't even have a word of thanks and you still say that I don't know how to treat women."

The girl rolled her enchanting eyes and cunningly said, "You've already said it yourself. We're already at home, and you still have the nerve to let me take it. Good brother, you're a good person to the end." After saying that, the girl quickly slipped into the house, ignoring the laborers behind her.

The feeling of having reached home was good. "Who said anything about being cautious and returning home in the third spring?" Having left home for a year, now that he had returned home, a year's work and worries had all been thrown away, leaving only endless joy and reunion.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came out from the house. When she saw the girl in front of her, her tired eyes lit up. Her face was full of a happy smile as she slowly said, "It's good that you're back."

The girl couldn't help but cry when she saw that her mother was even thinner than last year. It seemed that her body was a little weak as well. With ten steps and one step at a time, he ran into his mother's embrace and slowly said, "Mom, your daughter misses you so much."

Before the woman could even open her mouth, a boy's voice could be heard. It broke the silence that only belonged to the mother and daughter pair. "We're finally here. I'm almost dead from exhaustion." The boy complained with a sad face.

Hearing the voice of the visitor, the girl in his mother's embrace secretly wiped away the tears in her eyes, revealing her unique smile. When his mother saw him, she smiled knowingly and said, "Xiao Jun, it's been hard on you." After saying that, he glared at his daughter who was making faces at Zhang Jun and chided him, "You child, look at how tired Xiao Jun is." His mother said as she went to pick up the package from Zhang Jun.

"Godmother, I'm not a vase. Look at how strong I am, how could I be stumped by such a thing?" Zhang Jun said with a smile. When the pretty girl heard Zhang Jun's words, her eyes rolled back and she shrugged her shoulders. Clearly, she disapproved of Zhang Jun's self-awareness.

Just as she was about to finish the package in Zhang Jun's hands, Zhang Jun cleverly dodged it. Before she could react, he took the lead and rushed in, leaving only the mother and daughter smiling at each other. The girl lightly shrugged her shoulders, expressing helplessness before entering the house.

"Eh, why isn't little brother home?" After the girl entered the room, she realised something. Why did her little brother never show up when she saw her mother coming to pick me up?

When his mother heard this, she could see the sorrow and heartache in his eyes as she said guiltily, "Xiao Song, Xiao Song, he …" So this middle-aged woman was Zhang Song's mother, and this pure and beautiful girl was Zhang Song's elder sister, Zhang Fangxia. No wonder Zhang Jun had appeared at Zhang Song's home.

Just as Zhang Guinan was hesitating over how to explain this to her daughter, Zhang Jun took over from his godmother's words and said, "Sis, aren't we going to university next September? You also know that university studies are very expensive, so after thinking about it for a while, Xiao Song still went out to work to earn tuition fees."

Hearing Zhang Jun's explanation, Zhang Fangxia thought to herself, "No wonder I never saw that stinky brat pick me up at the train station when I came back." However, Zhang Jun's words deeply hurt her sensitive and fragile heart. She remembered that when she was young, Zhang Song had always liked to stick close to her. No matter where she went, he would always cry and follow her, but whenever she made a mistake, Zhang Song would be the first one to stand up for her. He didn't even bat an eyelid.

In the sea of flowers, he was intoxicated and couldn't help but dance; Zhang Song later told himself how beautiful he was at that moment, just like a profound woman who had descended to the mortal world and was deeply intoxicated with passersby. At that time, he didn't know that he was already targeted by the bad guys, but that day, the bad guys destroyed that fairyland and stood in front of her with obscene eyes staring at him, their mouths full of teasing words, and they even had to take an inch at him, forcing him over step by step. At that time, he was extremely afraid. But at this moment, a familiar aura rushed into his nose, like a bolt of lightning, like a thunderstorm, it struck down the bad guy who was bullying him. When he still could not understand why these bad guys were making such heart-wrenching sounds, driven by his own curiosity, wanting to see what was going on, he slowly opened his eyes, and what entered his vision was a pair of hands, that's right, a pair of hands, a pair of strong and slightly pale young hands. When his gaze shifted to the other party, he saw a handsome yet childish smile blooming in front of him. When his figure was completely imprinted in his eyes, he smiled blissfully, a smile that came from a smile that was thicker than blood. It turned out that his own younger brother, Zhang Song, had come to rescue him after seeing that he had been bullied. After that, he realized that the stinky brat he had doted on since he was young had a hobby. Every time he went out, he would secretly follow behind him, watching him silently and protecting him.