The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

It was still early to meet, and Wang Xiaohuo was not in a hurry to walk all the way. Before he reached the end of the ground, he saw his uncle standing at the door of the restaurant and looking in his direction. He waved to him, trotted over, and said, "Since Why don't you go in and wait first? There is a lot of dust on the street."

Uncle smiled at him, the silver threads on his temples gleaming in the setting sun.

After entering the room, I found a place to sit down, ordered a few small dishes, and Wang Xiaohuo asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"A bottle of white wine." Uncle said to the waiter.

"Auntie and Leilei, how are you?" Wang Xiaohuo asked while pouring water.

"Same as usual." The uncle said, taking the cup handed to him.

Wang Xiaohuo snorted, but didn't speak again.

At this time, the whole room was full of diners, and there was a din of people everywhere, as if a pot had exploded. Wang Xiaohuo buried his head in the cup and drank water one by one.

The uncle kept looking at him, and after a while, he asked, "How have you been all this time?"

"It's okay." Wang Xiaohuo stared at the swaying water patterns in the cup and replied numbly.

"How are your daughter-in-law and Huzi?"

"Good."

"Oh." After hesitating for a while, the uncle said in a low voice: "Xiaohuo, uncle feels that the gap between him and you is getting bigger and bigger. After all these years, can't you forgive me?"

"So?" Wang Xiaohuo frowned and said.

"Is there anything I can't feel?"

"Uncle, how many times have I told you, let the past go, I won't take it to heart, and you don't have to worry about it for me all the time." Wang Xiaohuo said with emphasis.

"I don't care about you, am I afraid that you won't be able to let go?"

"I can handle my own affairs by myself."

Seeing that he was a little impatient, my uncle stopped talking quickly.

Because there were many customers, the food was served very slowly. Wang Xiaohuo shook the cup in his hand lonely, knowing that the person sitting opposite him was an elder whom he had always loved very much, and wanted to chat with him very much, but there was always a relationship between the two of them. It seems that there is a long ditch that cannot be crossed.

After finally waiting for two stir-fried vegetables to be served, the wine bottle was opened, and Wang Xiaohuo filled the wine glasses in front of each other.

After taking a sip of it sullenly, a strong irritating liquid rushed down his throat and into his stomach, and his chest was suddenly hot.

"Don't drink too much." Uncle urged urgently.

Wang Xiaohuo raised his head in anger and drained the cup.

"You child!" The uncle felt distressed and helpless.He took a small sip and said, "I wanted to talk to you, but I still made you unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy." Wang Xiaohuo said unhappy.

"small fire."

"Ok?"

"It's not me nagging, you are also a person who has a family, a business, a wife and children, and you should let go of some things."

"Let go? How to let go? Uncle, teach me." Wang Xiaohuo smiled bitterly.

"Many times in life, people can't just live freely. Everyone shoulders responsibilities."

"I know."

"Now that you understand this truth, you should put it into action. Procrastination will only harm others and yourself in the end. If you live in pain, others will feel uncomfortable."

"Uncle, if I didn't do this, would I still be able to sit and drink with you calmly now?" Speaking of this, her tone became extremely low: "I have always expected to be worthy of everyone around me in everything I do. But in the end, I, I, to him, I feel sorry for him."

After taking another sip of strong wine, Wang Xiaohuo felt that his vision was blurred and his eyes were astringent.

The uncle looked at him lovingly, and persuaded him, "Xiao Huo, no one is sorry for anyone in this world, as long as you live your life according to your conscience."

"Conscience? Do I have one? To him, I have no conscience at all." Wang Xiaohuo smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Whether the relationship is right or wrong, in the end he didn't take the initiative to leave you, and you don't need to blame yourself too much."

"He is also unwilling, he just wants me to live a better life, he must be very painful to leave me, very sad, although he left with a smile, but at the moment when he let go of his hand, I heard his voice clearly My heart is broken." Wang Xiaohuo murmured, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"Stupid boy," said the uncle with a sigh.

"At that time, if I hadn't let go, and my attitude had been firmer, maybe life would not be so painful now." Wang Xiaohuo was completely immersed in his emotions, his eyes were blurred with tears, and his face was full of regret and burnout.

"Think about home, think about children, there is no threshold in the world that cannot be crossed."

"Even I have no confidence how long I can last."

"I can't help it, but I have to endure it. Is it possible that you want to abandon your family and live a life of being abandoned by others?"

Wang Xiaohuo shook his head vigorously and said, "I'm afraid I can't help it."

Seeing him in so much pain, the uncle was worried and heartbroken, and tried his best to persuade him in the most peaceful voice: "Don't be afraid, don't forget that you still have your uncle behind you to support you, if you really think you can't stand it, you can ask your uncle to pour you out." Bitter, don't do stupid things, you can never take this step back, and even he doesn't want to see you like this."

"I know." Wang Xiaohuo replied with his head buried in his chest, gritted his teeth and sobbed.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to find a small corner in the dark to hide my turbulent sadness, and screamed in my ears, "forbearance, forbearance, forbearance!"

"Xiaohuo, seeing you like this, uncle is more distressed than you. If you hadn't moved out of the house, maybe everything could have been avoided. I keep asking why, but why do you always refuse to tell me?"

"The reason?" This is the secret hidden in Wang Xiaohuo's heart.

I have always wanted to write a story that can be experienced in the middle of the night. If the first book "Love, Go on" is full of passion and courage, then "Wang Xiaohuo's Extraordinary Years" Wutong hopes to write more rationally. Come on, the most fascinating thing about comradery is the unique love and care, the kind of warm current flowing silently in the bottom of my heart, but in view of the strength of the writing, if there are shortcomings, please accept it with a tolerant heart, thank you Everyone's support!