League of Legends: The Right Hand of God

Zhang Yifeng stopped his hands when he heard this, and his complexion became ugly.

Of course Xue Changfeng saw the expression on Zhang Yifeng's face, he knew that he asked something he shouldn't have asked today.

After all, it's someone else's family business, so it's really not good for him to meddle too much.

But Zhang Yifeng's father and him are extremely good friends, from a comrade-in-arms to an old friend, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye.

He didn't want to see the gap between his old friend and his son getting bigger and bigger.

At that moment, Xue Changfeng still tried to persuade him: "If there is any father, there will be any son, you two are stubborn asses!"

"It's a big deal, but no one is willing to give in. We are all a family, why bother!"

"Yifeng, it's not uncle talking about you. No matter what, you are also a junior. Your father is two years younger than me, but his bones are getting worse every year because of injuries in his early years. You will never let him Live alone with your mother."

"You are the only man in your family. You can't push all the housework to your sister, can you?"

"Your father has asked me about you more than once. Don't look at his usual bad temper, he still cares about you very much. It's rare for you to come back this time. Listen to uncle's advice and go back to see your parents. "

"Admit your mistake to your father, and this matter will be over. The most important thing for a family is to be kind."

"I don't think I'm wrong." Zhang Yifeng finally spoke, and just when Xue Changfeng felt angry, Zhang Yifeng's next sentence came, "I don't think he's wrong either."

"Uncle, you don't have to persuade me. The gentleman's agreement between me and him will never be changed."

"As long as I haven't reached the day when I can win the world championship, I won't step into that house again."

……

At this time, Zhang Yifeng's home.

"Old man! Old man!" A woman stood in front of the mirror, put on a new dress, and began to call her husband.

That is Zhang Yifeng's father, Zhang Rinzhi.

Zhang Rinzhi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, staring intently at the newspaper in front of him, unmoved at all.

"Zhang Rinzhi!" The woman finally fell into a state of irritability after calling for many times without any results, "You kicked your nose, didn't you? If I don't show my power, you think I'm a sick cat?"

Zhang Rinzhi put down the newspaper in his hand, with a calm expression on his face, and replied, "Didn't you see that I was reading the newspaper?"

He was not frightened by the woman's roar at all, and the majesty of the head of the family was fully displayed.

However, his flat legs and trembling hands holding the newspaper still betrayed him.

Seemingly stable like an old dog, in fact, a group of people panicked.

"Does my dress look good?" A smile hung on the woman's face. After all, her good mood at the moment was not disturbed by Zhang Rinzhi. He turned around to Zhang Rinzhi and asked.

"It's pretty." Zhang Rinzhi didn't even read it, so he picked up his newspaper again and started to read it.

Perfunctory.

The woman was completely enraged this time.

The high heels under her feet rattled, she walked quickly to Zhang Linzhi, grabbed the newspaper in his hand, and tore it into pieces!
"I don't have a good old newspaper?" The woman suddenly turned around and gave an order to the servant beside her, "Go, burn everything in this old man's study, don't keep a single piece of it! There are still such newspapers." , don’t book again in the future!”

The domestic servant was a little embarrassed, he knew it was just angry words, if he really dared to burn all the things in Zhang Rinzhi's study, that Zhang Rinzhi would have to skin him!
"What are you doing! Pretending to be a peacock early in the morning?"

"Why are you dressed so beautifully?"

Zhang Rinzhi's first sentence was a little righteous, but when he waited for the second sentence, he became cowardly.

Because he saw his wife's murderous eyes.

Although he still did not let go of his face, his voice was much lower.

"Go and see Yifeng! You watch the news all day long and are busy with your career. You don't even know your son is back! Are you going?"

There was a momentary surprise on Zhang Rinzhi's face, but he immediately covered it up.

When talking about Zhang Yifeng, Zhang Rinzhi's entire face was covered with a layer of frost.

"Hmph! That's your son. I've broken up with him a long time ago."

"Okay, if you don't admit it, I will! I'll go by myself, and you just wait for the lonely old man to live in this life!"

"A loving mother loses so much!"

While talking, the woman didn't continue to worry about what she was wearing. She was going to see her son, not a blind date, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

Her name is Jiang Xueqin, and she is Zhang Yifeng's mother.

This morning, her spies sent her the news that Zhang Yifeng had returned to Shanghai.

This made her very happy.

I haven't seen him for five years. Even if she knows all Zhang Yifeng's actions in the past five years, she still has a heartache for not seeing her son with her own eyes.

Like most mothers, she doesn't care about gentlemen's agreements, that's a man's business, and today she has to see her son no matter what she says.

Just before Jiang Xueqin went out, Zhang Rinzhi stopped her with a dark face.

"Take some pictures and come back."

Jiang Xueqin smiled: "If you want to see him, just go with me, not far away, at Changfeng's house."

After Zhang Rinzhi said that, he turned around and left. He didn't talk too much nonsense with Jiang Xueqin, and went straight back to his study.

"Suffer to face and suffer!"

Jiang Xueqin and Zhang Rinzhi have been an old couple for decades, and she knows her husband's temperament very well, in the words of young people nowadays.

He is a deadly tsundere.

Obviously, he is the same as himself, caring deeply about the life of the only child of his family wandering outside, but because of a big quarrel five years ago, he couldn't save himself to beg his son, and this kind of subtle ambiguity came into being now. situation.

Forget it, the photos are just photos, it would be nice to let him relieve his boredom.

What Jiang Xueqin didn't know was that what Zhang Rinzhi was reading in the study was not books, but photos.

From the hundred days since his birth to elementary school and high school, Zhang Linzhi's study room contains countless photos of Zhang Yifeng.

And what Zhang Rinzhi does the most when he is free on weekdays is to look at these photos and think about others.

After Jiang Xueqin walked out of the house, she bumped into a young girl dressed as a white-collar worker head-on, and beside her was a photographer carrying a video camera.

"Hello, auntie, are you Ms. Jiang Xueqin?" The girl was overjoyed when she saw Jiang Xueqin going out.

They have been here for a long time, and they just wanted to ask the housekeeper to inform them, but Jiang Xueqin came out unexpectedly.

"I am, who are you?"

The girl smiled sweetly, and handed out her business card with both hands: "Auntie, you are so temperamental! I am Fang Ting, a reporter from Xiaoyang Video, and I would like to interview your son Zhang Yifeng. Is it convenient?"

Jiang Xueqin was praised by the girl in front of her, and she immediately liked it, and there was a smile on her face: "What kind of video are you?"

"Auntie, we are an original video sub-brand of Huaxia Official TV Station, mainly making short videos."

"Oh, it's CCTV! I understand!"

"Uh, Auntie, you are right to understand that."

"Okay, if some pheasant platform wants to interview my son, I won't let it go. Just in time, I'm going to meet him too. Come with me."

"Hey! Thank you, Auntie!"