My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

But what is going on, no one can say clearly.

Ke Xiong's eyes were heavy, and there were complex emotions that Ke Zhengyu could not understand at all. The other party's silent appearance made him feel a little regretful subconsciously. Shouldn't he tell his father about this matter.

After all, his father is getting old, knowing it will make him think too much, he should have enjoyed his old age, but he still has to worry about the younger generation, it's really his son's fault...

Ke Zhengyu was immersed in his own thoughts, when he inadvertently raised his eyes, he saw his old father, who was always convincing with majesty and never showed a smile even if he got 100 points in the test before, showing a faint smile.

Ke Zhengyu: "..."

"Invite that young man to come and sit at home."

"Father?" Ke Zhengyu thought he had heard wrong, and was slightly surprised.

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and Ke Xiong returned to his usual meticulous appearance, standing up from his seat leaning on his crutches: "You follow."

When Ke Zhengyu heard this, he immediately got up and followed behind him.

The two of them went up to the study on the second floor. This is Ke Xiong's private study. Even for cleaning, someone has to be appointed to come. No one else can enter.

Ke Xiong opened the door of the study and walked straight to the safe in the corner of the room.Ke Zhengyu also saw the safe, but it seemed that the safe had never been opened since he could remember.

At this moment, Ke Xiong opened the dusty safe in front of him, and there was a document bag lying inside.

Seeing the file bag, Ke Xiong's figure paused before taking it out.

It wasn't until he took out a photo in the file bag that the old general's back was straight, and he was slightly bent.

He sighed vaguely, handed it to Ke Zhengyu, and said, "Just take a look."

Ke Zhengyu reached out to take it, and his doubts turned into shock in an instant after seeing the photo.

"This…"

In the photo, a short-haired woman in a cheongsam is squatting beside a little boy, facing the camera very naturally, with one hand gently on his small shoulder, with a light smile and elegant posture, she is a pretty girl A woman with temperament.

The photos are unremarkable, and they seem to have been aged for a long time. Because they are well preserved, the black and white photos are only slightly yellowed.

The reason why he was shocked was because he recognized the woman in the photo as his mother the first time he saw the photo.

What about this little boy?

Why did his father show him this picture?

Is there any special meaning in it?

Ke Zhengyu's hand holding the photo trembled slightly, and he looked up at his father, whose back was facing him.

Ke Xiong's back is as oppressive as ever, but at this moment it is shrouded in sadness.

"I have never told you the story of me and your mother," Ke Xiong said after a long silence, "but I can tell you that the boy in the photo is me. I was 22 years old that year."

Ke Zhengyu was silent.

There is no need to explain why the 22-year-old father is just a little boy who looks less than ten years old in the photo. He fully believes that this must be related to what Ke Yanze experienced.

"The day I met your mother, I got a strange disease that my body would change from time to time. Only your mother can help me." Ke Xiong recalled the past, even his voice became a little gentle:

"A long time later, an old man told me that your mother is my destiny in this life."

"So, that young man is Ozawa's destiny."

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The author says:

I thought of this setting for Brother Ze a long time ago, but in my heart, I actually prefer the story of Grandpa Ke and Grandma Ke.This is not to spill blood, but to add reasonable logic to this story.