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When returning to province A, Feng Biqin's eyes were red. Zhanhang thought she was as reluctant to part with her grandfather as she was, but later found out that at that time she had already discovered that Zhan Hongyuan had someone outside, but there was no family by her side, so she had nowhere to talk, let alone Knowing what to do, she can only complain to her own father when she returns home.

Having not lived with his parents for many years, Zhanhang was at a loss at first. He was very uncomfortable with the traffic noise that would come from the city early in the morning, and he was also very uncomfortable with the neatly planned criss-crossing roads. It is even more unsuitable for those buildings that are so tall that they are about to soar into the sky.

As night fell, he sat in his own small room, staring blankly at the sea of ​​lights outside the window, and missed his grandfather very much.

Feng Biqin came in with fruit to see him and called him by his nickname.

Zhanhang originally wanted to call mother, but when he saw Feng Biqin's face, he couldn't call out no matter what.

"Miss grandpa?" Feng Biqin sat on the side, holding his hand, with a faint smile on her face: "It's only the first day, and I miss grandpa and want to cry, let him know and say you again."

Zhanhang said, "I didn't cry."

Feng Biqin stuck an apple with a toothpick and wanted to feed him, and asked, "I went to school today, did you make any new friends?"

"No." Zhanhang backed away uncomfortably: "Zhou Jiyang and I are in the same class, so we won't make new friends."

Feng Biqin was stunned for a moment, smiled at herself, and handed it directly to him: "Baby eat by yourself."

Zhanhang frowned in disgust: "I'm not a baby anymore."

Feng Biqin couldn't help laughing when she heard the words, her eyebrows were not as tangled as before, and she just sat and watched him eat.

Zhan Hang was a little embarrassed by her look, so he inserted an apple for her, signaling that she would eat some too, but this action touched Feng Biqin's fragile nerve, her eyes turned red again, and she threw Zhan Hang Hang hugged him into his arms, sobbing softly.

Zhanhang was at a loss, and after being dazed for a long time, he imitated an adult and reached out to pat her on the back, feeling confused.

In the first month, under Zhan Hongyuan's strong sugar-coated cannonball attack, Zhan Hang finally accepted him reluctantly, and would call him Dad when he came home from get off work—you can't blame him, after all, a boy at this age is best bought up.

Feng Biqin and Zhan Hongyuan would often show affection in front of their son, as they had agreed.

But paper can't contain fire after all.

Finally one day, school ended early, Zhanhang excitedly opened the door after returning home, and was about to call someone, but heard a fierce quarrel in the bedroom.

"Zhan Hongyuan, now that you have grown up, you dare to bring people home?" Feng Biqin's voice was full of anger, and she was obviously trembling slightly when she spoke.

Zhan Hongyuan said impatiently: "Can you stop being paranoid all day long, that hair might have been brought home by you or I by accident outside, and you want to convict me with just one hair? You can't tell me. Make sense?"

"I'm unreasonable?" Feng Biqin was obviously about to cry out of anger, "You think I don't know anything about you outside? Your crap is about to spread! What kind of eyes do my colleagues look at when I walk into the unit?" Do you know me??"

Zhan Hongyuan pressed her shoulders, frowned and said, "Stop messing around Feng Biqin, you look like a lunatic now, do you want to see your son in this state?"

Feng Biqin broke away from his hand and screamed, "Don't touch me! Disgusting! Disgusting!——"

Zhan Hongyuan's face darkened suddenly, and he raised his hand to slap her.

That slap was so crisp that both of them were stunned.

Feng Biqin covered her face in disbelief, her eyes widened, tears streaming down her face.In the past, no matter what conflicts they had, no matter how fierce the quarrel was, Zhan Hongyuan would never have done anything to her.Now this blunt slap made her wake up from the beautiful dream she had woven - Zhan Hongyuan really has no feelings for her anymore.

Zhan Hongyuan panted and looked at her for a moment, trying to reach out to help her, but she avoided him in horror.

At this moment, their hearts fell to the bottom at the same time, and they both knew that their marriage was about to come to an end.

There was the sound of a schoolbag falling outside the door, Zhan Hongyuan turned his head in surprise, Zhan Hang had already kicked the door open, rushed in angrily, and pushed Zhan Hongyuan hard.

Zhan Hongyuan was unprepared, and was pushed to a stagger by him, and then a set of random fists rained down on him, it didn't hurt even if he said it hurt, after all, the person who used the force was still a child, but he was punched by him. The son's pressing and beating like this somewhat offended his dignity as an old man.

"Enough!" Zhan Hongyuan couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed Zhan Hang by the back of his neck, and bound his wrists with his other hand, angrily shouted.

Fearing that her son would also be affected, Feng Biqin quickly reached out and hugged Zhanhang from behind, protecting his forehead with one hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Baby, mom is fine, mom is fine."

Zhan Hang's chest rose and fell sharply, and he gritted his teeth at Zhan Hongyuan and said, "You hit a woman, you are nothing!"

"I'm not a thing..." Zhan Hongyuan almost laughed angrily at him. He pushed Zhanhang back into Feng Biqin's arms, sat back on the mattress in embarrassment, and panted with his head down: "You old Feng's family People from all over the world look down on me, right? From the very beginning when I entered your house, your father has always been critical of me, and I owe you your family?"

Feng Biqin quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Don't talk about such a mess, the child is here."

Zhanhang couldn't understand their emotional entanglements, he only knew that Feng Biqin was beaten and he had to protect his mother.

From then on, no matter how Feng Biqin explained to Zhan Hang that the conflict between parents was just a small quarrel between ordinary couples, Zhan Hang was unwilling to give Zhan Hongyuan a good look.Zhan Hongyuan knew that trying to forcefully repair the father-son relationship between him and Zhanhang would not help. He only treated himself as a guest when he went home every day, but he didn't buy less for Zhanhang for the same food and clothing.Sometimes Zhan Hang would fall into deep thought amidst the envious voices of his classmates for having such a good father, wondering whether he had really blamed Zhan Hongyuan.

During his first winter vacation in province A, Zhan Hang happily packed his things, waiting expectantly for Feng Biqin to take him back to his hometown.

However, Feng Biqin was sent on a business trip, so Zhan Hang and Zhan Hongyuan could only sit at home and stare at each other, neither of them wanted to beg each other to death, and the other was complacent, sure that the other party would beg him.

It was Feng Biqin who called back and scolded Zhan Hongyuan coldly: "You have a grudge against a child? You take him there first. I'll buy a direct ticket to go back in two days."

After some twists and turns, the father and son finally hit the road.

No matter what, Zhan Hang refused to talk to Zhan Hongyuan, and only nodded expressionlessly or remained silent when the other party asked him something.Zhan Hongyuan lost his temper by his conflicted appearance, and couldn't laugh or cry.

After driving until eight o'clock at night, Zhanhang finally got his wish and returned to his hometown.

But when he got off the car, he felt that the dilapidated old-fashioned building had become quite strange again. He happily rushed in the door with his schoolbag on his back. The lights on the first floor were on, but he didn't see his grandpa sitting there In front of the hall, I read newspapers slowly while wearing reading glasses.

Zhan Hongyuan came in with a gift and said to him, "Grandpa is upstairs."

Zhanhang groaned, and awkwardly followed behind him.

The heating was turned on in the bedroom, Feng Xinghuai was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and seemed to be sleeping soundly, and there was a strange woman beside him, whom Zhan Hang didn't recognize.

"Mr. Zhan." The woman stood up, greeted them softly, and said, "I just fell asleep, let's talk outside."

Zhanhang looked dazed, in his impression Feng Xinghuai had never fallen asleep so early, and sometimes he would accompany him to do homework until ten o'clock.Zhan Hongyuan put down the gift box, then bent down to tuck Feng Xinghuai in the quilt.

The two adults went to the next door to talk about things, Zhanhang only knew that his grandfather fell ill after he left, but he refused to go to the hospital, so his parents had to hire an aunt to take care of him. A family doctor with a good reputation came to check on him regularly.

"When I'm awake, I'm confused, and I don't recognize people." The woman said to Zhan Hongyuan: "Sometimes when I wake up, I want to get out of bed, but how can he have the strength to walk in this situation? The old man is stubborn. Get angry with me all the time."

Zhan Hongyuan said: "The old man has been used to being independent all his life, Aunt Lian, please take care of him."

Aunt Lian said again: "It's okay for me to be a little angry. When he loses his temper, he throws the medicine bowl and pulls out the needle. Isn't this ruining his body?"

"Yes, when Biqin comes, I'll ask her to persuade her more." Zhan Hongyuan smiled at her.

In the eyes of outsiders, he will always be the filial and sensible son-in-law of the Feng family, the big boss, promising and able to do things.

At the end of the conversation, Zhan Hongyuan stuffed Aunt Lian with a red envelope, but Aunt Lian refused several times, then accepted it embarrassingly, and went downstairs to clean up the room for the father and son.

When Zhanhang heard that Zhan Hongyuan asked his grandfather to ask a doctor and an aunt, he already forgave him a little bit, but he still couldn't save face.

"How will grandpa be?" Zhan Hang sat next to him and asked.

Seeing that he was willing to take the initiative to speak, Zhan Hongyuan knew that the turning point was coming, so he gave a wry smile.

Zhanhang asked again: "What do you mean by not recognizing someone? He doesn't recognize me anymore?"

Zhan Hongyuan said: "No, even if Grandpa doesn't remember anyone, he will remember you."

"Oh." Zhanhang glanced at him, wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.

Zhan Hongyuan couldn't help laughing, reached out and touched his head, but Zhanhang didn't hide.

The light inside the house was soft and dim, and a little snow fell quietly outside the house. Neither father nor son spoke, and reached a brief reconciliation tacitly.

The next day, Zhanhang woke up from the small bed he had slept in for several years, Zhanhang still couldn't believe it, thinking that he was dreaming.He came back to his senses, got up from the bed in a hurry, got dressed and went upstairs to see Feng Xinghuai.

In the room, Aunt Lian was feeding him porridge with a sulky face, and from time to time scolded him a few words like a child. Feng Xinghuai leaned on the soft pillow that had been stacked up several times, expressionless, just moving his mouth mechanically, as if such a small movement It will take a lot of his strength.His eyes were cloudy, and he didn't know where to look.

Zhanhang was uncomfortable watching, and his heart was suddenly held by an invisible hand, which made him almost unable to breathe.

Is that still a grandfather?

I haven't seen you for so long, how did my grandfather become like this?