C16 Warm

Zi Han quietly walked on the road, gradually calming her heavy heart, and unknowingly arrived home.

His mother had bought a lot of vegetables and was busy with dinner in the kitchen. From time to time, her face would reveal a smile, and Zi Han would silently walk behind her, lightly covering her mother's eyes, and use a rough voice to ask, "Guess who I am?"

Mother pulled Zi Han's hand and said with a smile, "You silly boy, didn't you see that mother was cooking? Stop messing things up and get out quickly. The smell of oil is very heavy, mom wants to cook a few more dishes today and have a good dinner tonight."

Zi Han smiled faintly and said, "Mom, there's no need to go through all that trouble. Did you know, as long as I see you two elderlies happy and eat ordinary food, I'll also find it very fragrant?"

Mom happily smiled. The child had truly grown up and become sensible.

Suddenly, his mother said, "Oh right, your dad said that when you come back, he'll let you go find him. He seems to have something to say to you."

Zi Han nodded, smiled and said, "En, mom, I will go out first. You don't need to cook too much. It's troublesome."

Mom glared at Zi Han, "My son is back. I'm happy, I'm happy. Can you mind? Let's go quickly!"

Zi Han didn't linger and got up to go to her room. Her father was reading a book, and she said softly, "Dad, I'm back."

Dad looked up at Zi Han, placed the book on the table, smiled and said, "It's good that you're back! "Come, come over here!"

Zi Han walked to her dad's side and sat on the stool, her back straight as she waited for him to speak.

His father looked at Zi Han, then suddenly smiled and said, "You brat, you're really good, you have my temperament from back then!"

Zi Han smiled and said: "I was wrong, you haven't come home in so many years, are you two doing well?"

His father looked at him quietly and said, "Child, you're not wrong, it's me who's at fault. If I was a little braver back then, I wouldn't have caused you so much harm in your childhood."

Dad still wanted to say something, but Zi Han waved his hand and said, "Dad, we should talk about the past again. Shouldn't we be fine now? Let it go if it's the past!"

Father nodded and said, "You are so sensible. Father is very pleased. How have you been these past few years? Have you suffered a lot? "

Zi Han sighed and said, "It's hard to finish. Whether it's suffering or suffering, I've walked all the way here strong, but actually, it's not a big deal now that I think about it. Life is like this, it's hard work is good, it's good happiness is good, this is a fact that I have to face on the road to life, it's just that I took this step ahead of myself."

Dad patted Zi Han's shoulder and said, "Good child, you really grew up, how was your kung fu training? How about showing Dad how to broaden my horizons? "

Zi Han smiled awkwardly: "That's not too good, right?"

Father laughed and said, "You stinking brat, what are you hiding from Father? Quickly! Use me as a foil. "

When Zi Han heard this, she quickly replied, "No need, no need, I'll go out and see if there's anything worth using."

Then, he walked out the door. He looked at the neat and orderly yard and didn't have anything to take advantage of. Sigh, isn't dad making things difficult for people?

Suddenly, he saw a piece of green brick with blue moss on it. It looked like it had been there for many years, and he laughed, and that was it. He walked up to it, picked up the brick, wiped it with his hand, and headed inside, when he heard his mother say, "You stinking brat, what are you doing with the brick?"

Zi Han turned around and smiled at her mother. She didn't say anything as she strode into the room.

When his father saw the brick in Zi Han's hand, he was stunned and said, "This is your prop, what's the use of it?"

Zi Han did not answer, only saw him holding one end of the brick, the other end exposed in the air, the fingers of his other hand intertwined, looking like a kitchen knife, at that moment, that quick, loud shout, Zi Han ruthlessly slashed at the brick, the brick broke with a crash, and Zi Han bent down, grabbing the falling half of the brick with lightning speed and turned his head.

When his father saw this, he could not help but clap and say, "Good boy, your strength and reaction speed are both not bad."

He just happened to see his mother carrying fragrant vegetables over. His mother pointed at the two halves of brick in her hands and said, "Aiyo, silly boy, didn't you just make one piece just now? How come it's split in half now?"

Zi Han pointed at the room and didn't speak. Mom understood now, it was definitely because of her father. She didn't look at him as she entered the room.

Zi Han shook her head and smiled slightly. She threw the brick into the trash, washed her hands and then entered the house.

His mother saw Zi Han and quickly grabbed his hands, saying with concern, "Hey silly boy, your hands are as tough as bricks. Let your mother see if you're hurt."

A wave of warmth surged in Zi Han's heart.

He pretended to be in pain and said, "Mom, please be more gentle. My hand hurts."

Mom's face was filled with anxiety as she raised her hand in front of her and said, "Where's the pain? Come, let Mom see. It's all your dad's fault. Why are you hacking away at bricks? This is meat!"

Zi Han continued, "Mom, my hand just now hurt, now my body hurts everywhere."

When his mother heard that something was wrong, she shook his hand and said, "Alright, you stinking brat. How dare you lie to your mother!"

Zi Han quickly explained, "This is a white lie, in exchange for your true feelings, don't be so stingy!"

His mother laughed and said, "You stinking brat, you only know how to make your mother happy. Alright, you and your father continue chatting. I'll go carry the dishes. Today, we'll have a feast." With that, he smiled and left the room.

Zi Han turned her gaze to her father, who was beaming.

Zi Han also walked out of the room and shouted, "Mom, wait for me, I'll help you!"

He followed his mother to the kitchen and saw more than ten dishes on the table. He couldn't help but shake his head.

Mom proudly smiled and said, "How about it? I'll let you have a good look today. Next time, when you come home, I'll cook for you, and it will be even richer than today's. Don't just stand there.

Zi Han complied, then started working with her mother.

Not long later, when all the dishes were served, dad took out a bottle of Apricot Flower Village wine covered in dust. In Zi Han's memory, dad liked to put in wine, father said that the more expensive the liquor was, the better it was. As long as it was wine, it would be fragrant after a long time.

Father said, "This bottle of wine is not expensive, but it has been there for six years. Come, let us have two cups today."

Zi Han took the wine in passing, wiped the dust off the bottle with a towel, and opened the cap. A burst of wine fragrance drifted over, and Zi Han couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: Good wine.

Mom said, "The child's father, don't let the child drink. He's still young!"

His father laughed and said, "It's fine, don't worry. We won't get drunk from this little bit of alcohol!"

Mother shook her head and stopped talking. Zi Han smiled and said, "Dad, Mom, don't talk anymore. Let's eat!"

The three of them sat down, and Zihan poured a glass for her father, one for herself, one for herself, put down the bottle, and withdrew from the table. She took an empty glass, poured half a cup of water into it, and handed it to her mother. With that, he finished it in one gulp.

Father also finished drinking. Mom drank a little bit of water and said, "Silly child, don't be in such a hurry to drink. Hurry up and eat some food or your stomach will feel uncomfortable!"

Zi Han smiled faintly, picked up the wine bottle, poured herself another glass, raised her glass and said, "This cup is for mother's dinner, I'm very touched!" Then he took another gulp of it.

Then he picked up the bottle again, and at the same time his parents said, "Slow down, son!"

Zi Han waved her hand and said, "It's alright, today is the happiest day of my life."

His parents did not stop him, and allowed him to pour the wine. He poured a third glass, raised his glass, and said, "This goblet of wine is to my deceased grandparents. I hope they can be healthy in another world." With that, he drank it all.

After drinking three glasses of wine, Zi Han's face turned a little red. He knew how to drink, but he rarely touched white wine. What he liked to drink was beer.

Mother looked at Zi Han and blushed, saying, "Hurry up and eat the food, it won't taste good if it gets cold!"

Dad also said, "Come, let's eat together! Let's eat together!"

The three of them started to enjoy the delicacies on the table, and looking at the two elders' happy expressions, Zi Han's heart felt a wave of warmth.