General Manager, can we stop?

Life, how many five years are there, can be counted on your fingers.

Beside the door, facing Bo Chen's house, Bo Chen's house didn't know if they heard Bo Xing's voice talking to the little guy, and opened the door suspiciously, "Dad, why are you walking back again?" It was a middle-aged man, and Uncle Chen actually looks quite alike, he was stunned for a long time when he saw me, but he didn't react.

Uncle Chen ignored his son, but excitedly pushed me, "Hurry up, your parents will be happy."

I always have the keys at home, no matter how many places I change, I always take them with me, even if my parents may have changed the locks a long time ago.It's just that the key is not with me at the moment, so there is no way to test whether the key is useless.

I felt that my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't keep knocking on the door.Suddenly, the doorbell next to me rang, and I raised my head in panic, and saw He Jinpeng smiled comfortingly at me, approached and said softly, "I'm here."

Yes, there is him.

"...Who?"

The inner door opened, and there was a gentle voice, my eyes felt hot, and I stood there stupidly, watching the iron door being opened, and the person inside the door appeared in front of me.

"Mom..." The address of more than 20 years was almost blurted out, with sobs that I didn't realize.The woman in front of me, my mother, is different from my impression. She is old, her ears and temples are dyed silver, her hair is coiled up, and there are so many wrinkles on her face...

The moment she opened the door, her eyes were already red, and immediately filled with water vapor, she looked at me in shock and disbelief, until I called out, she didn't realize it, and raised her hand to hit me, " ... come back, will come back... you will come back!"

Every time I typed a sentence, my voice trembled and choked.I just stood there straight without moving, and let her hit it, it doesn't matter how many times you hit it, it doesn't matter.However, He Jinpeng next to me was not okay. As soon as he reacted, he pulled me away and immediately protected me, "Don't hit me, he will hurt." His voice was deep and powerful, and he woke up everyone present. people.

When my mother was agitated, the people inside came over strangely, "...what's the matter?" He walked behind my mother, just in time to see He Jinpeng pulling me to protect me, and he was shocked when he heard those words. There is something more on the face.

These words seem to have stopped in the past, when Uncle Chen and the others pulled him like this and told him not to beat him, the child would hurt.Back then, he said: It hurts only if he can't be beaten to death!

"Dad..." I choked up my voice and called out a word. I hadn't called out for many years, and I felt that it seemed to have become strange, as if the two words didn't sound like words when I yelled them out.

Clearly, I saw my father's eyes were red, and I came back to my senses. My father pulled my mother, and then gave us a slight nod, "Let's talk in the room."

"Go in, what are you doing in a daze? It's okay, with Uncle Chen here, don't be afraid." Uncle Chen pushed me from behind, and I saw the smile on his face from behind, a soothing smile, "Go in."

"Yeah." I nodded, all my thanks are without words.

After entering the house, he only closed the outer iron door. Uncle Chen told him that he could hear anything going on later. If it was like it was back then, he might as well find out and stop it earlier.The inner door was only closed, but He Jinpeng was so generous that he entered the room in a grand manner.

Both parents sat on the chairs on both sides of the coffee table. Our house is very retro, and the sofas are all those big dark red wooden chairs. They sat silently and looked at us.I was heartbroken, so I went forward and bent my knees, and then knelt down with a "plop". There was a sound on the tiled floor, and the faces of the two people in the seat changed in fright, and my mother almost stretched out her hand.The quickest was the man next to me, who grabbed my arm almost at the same time, and said angrily, "What are you doing? The floor is so hard, even if you want to admit your mistake, don't do it."

I slid my hands down, didn't stand up, and still knelt, lowered my head to the elder, but my voice was unusually firm, "I knelt, not because I was born to like men, and I came back with you. I knelt, so Over the years of my own waywardness and unfilial piety."

How unfilial it was. Back then, I was so scared that I was hospitalized. I ran away because I was scared because I was worthless. I haven’t come back for so many years. It’s just my timidity, not daring to face the pain in the eyes of my parents. That's all.

If you don't dare to face it, will the pain disappear?Impossible, in the past few years, the two elders must have had a hard time, I don't know how many times more sad than I am, but I only care about myself and never think about them.

"Son... I don't ask my parents to forgive me, I just hope... I will come back occasionally to fulfill my filial piety. If you really don't want to see me, I will come back while you are not at home, and don't drive me away, okay?" The words are choked up and uncomfortable, with pleading, at least, let me come back occasionally to see if you are doing well, to see...

I can't pull me back, I usually have a soft heart for everyone, but He Jinpeng also knows that even if I get angry, he can't hold me back, so he also knelt down, and I was so scared that I raised my head and was about to persuade him, who knows The little guy on the other side cried "Wow" and knelt beside me, crying loudly.When I was in a hurry, I didn't care about the parents sitting there, put my arms around the little guy's shoulders, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with the baby, why are you crying?" The ice was hard.

The little guy rubbed his tear-dropped eyes, and said intermittently while crying: "Woo... Second, second dad is sad... Uuu, baby is also... sad. Uuu... Daddy kneeling... Baby... Kneeling too ..." Because he was sad, he cried.

Silly boy.

I hugged him, and my eye sockets were also astringent, and I couldn't help but get red.

"Okay, okay, what are you kneeling on, get up quickly." The mother in the seat couldn't stand it anymore, and made a sound. The father next to him still had a cold face, and the mother glared at him, "What are you doing? Do you want to fight again to drive people out?"

As soon as he mentioned what happened back then, his father was also angry, so he pushed back, "Is it my fault back then? Isn't it because you made an old mistake that scared the child so much that he didn't dare to go home and blamed me!"

"Yes, yes, it was my fault. I should have died at that time, so as not to be an eyesore to you!" Mother also yelled back.

"I didn't think about it that way, it's your own imagination!" Father stood up as soon as he patted the armrest of the wooden chair, and then yelled at us with wide eyes, "Why kneel, get up quickly! Don't blame me again."

"..." I was so frightened by the two people's yelling that I was numb. My father is a professor, and he is usually kind and respectful to my mother; It's the style of a nobleman, it's the first time I've seen him yelling like this.

Regarding the attitude of the two elders, He Jinpeng didn't care at first, he got up and pulled me up, and even bent over and rubbed my knee, asking distressedly: "Does it hurt?" The kneeling just now was a little hard, about I was hurt, he gasped instinctively as soon as he touched me, and sure enough, he was frowning with displeasure on his face.

"I'm fine..." I pulled up He Jinpeng who wanted to lift my trousers to check. My parents stopped arguing now and were watching. My mother actually had distress in her eyes, and she glanced at my knees from time to time, knowing that I may have hit it.

The little guy was wiping his tears and hugging my thigh, staring at the people in front of him warily. In his eyes, these two people made me sad, so he stared with those big eyes without showing any kindness.

My father coughed dryly, and we all had to look over, only to see him lift his chin, "Let's all sit down." Then he glanced at He Jinpeng who had been standing beside me in a protective posture, which meant that the question was also clear.I hurriedly introduced, "Dad, Mom, this is... He Jinpeng, that, my boyfriend."

"I'm He Chuxia! I'm their son!" The little guy raised his hand and interjected. Anyway, as long as I introduce him, he will definitely recommend himself from the side. It doesn't matter whether there is hostility or not at the moment, anyway. did.

My parents glanced at the white and cute little guy, and I caught the surprise in their eyes.

He Jinpeng was also a philistine, and seeing the wind was driving him, he immediately put the big boxes and small coffee tables left aside, "Mom and Dad, this is a meeting gift, be careful, please don't dislike it."

The box is full of expensive things, and the age of the parents can estimate that the price is not cheap, but let He Jinpeng say a little care, so don't dislike it, and the "Papa and Mom" ​​shouted so calmly, the two People were so blocked that their faces changed, so we had to sit down.Mother said she was going to pour tea for us, so I quickly stood up again, "I, I'll go, Mom."

My mother took a look at me and turned to the kitchen by herself, so I had no choice but to sit back in a daze.

Drinking the tea in the cup, I have a thousand words but can't say a word, I think, my parents are the same, they both look at me, the eyes are the fetters of flesh and blood, the expression of family affection, no matter what it is to cover up no.

I haven't seen you for so many years, only to realize that time waits for no one.

I don't know how long it took before my father said, "It's getting late, let's cook." He said to his mother, who nodded, and he said, "Go and help your mother pick up the food, you Stay here, I have something to tell you."

I looked at He Jinpeng worriedly, not knowing what my father was going to say to him, I was afraid that my father would embarrass him, because of his temper, he would definitely quarrel with his father in a few words, and it would be small to hurt the peace at that time, what should we do if we really fight manage?

Seeing my worry, He Jinpeng comforted me, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."

"Then what is the baby going to do? Will the baby help the second dad with vegetables?" Seeing that he didn't have a place for him, the little guy quickly interrupted. The mother glanced at him and said, "Then let's go together." The vegetable market is not far away .

The author has something to say: Yes, the closest thing is the love of flesh and blood. .I feel a lot of emotion in my heart