Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 5 Father Bao’s Cry
Bao Guowei was walking on the road. It was already past nine o'clock. The street was a bit crowded with traffic, but this was not the case for Bao Guowei. Most pedestrians consciously kept some distance from Bao Guowei to avoid pushing him.

Some young men working in short-sleeved shirts passed by him and turned around to take a closer look at his back, showing envy in their eyes.

After changing clothes, the whole world seemed different. It was really a magical world.

After returning home, Bao Guowei wiped the desk and stool before sitting on the stool and continuing to write "Interesting in the Sky".

After noon, Qin Mansion.

Lao Bao finished work, said hello to a few co-workers with whom he was close, and hurried home.He was a little worried about his son. He had not seen anyone in the morning. He remembered that Guowei had washed the dishes and chopsticks this morning. This was a bit abnormal. Maybe he was being sensible?

When he got home, he pushed open the ajar door and entered the back room. When he saw the dishes and chopsticks on the table that had been touched, Lao Bao felt relieved and wanted to go into Bao Guowei's room to take a look at him.

As soon as he opened the door, Lao Bao stood there with his eyes wide open, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Looking at the young man in a suit and tie, sitting upright and writing with his head down, and looking at the somewhat familiar profile, he had a ridiculous thought in his mind: Could this man in front of him be his son?

Until Bao Guowei turned his head and looked at him with a smile...

boom!Lao Bao's heart twitched violently as if it had been struck by thunder. He wanted to say something, but he felt that his mouth was a little weak, so it turned into a whisper.

"You...you are...Guowei?"

He couldn't believe it!Is this Guowei?No, it’s not wrong, this is his son Guowei!But this lovely person in front of him, who looks more noble than the eldest young master of the Qin family, is really his son Bao Guowei?
Lao Bao wiped his face vigorously with both hands, wiped his eyes again, and widened his eyes again. This person in front of him is still there!

Lao Bao's hands were trembling slightly. He was a little scared, afraid that this was a dream - this was a scene he had fantasized about day and night for more than ten years: Guowei sitting on a chair in suits and ties, like a big shot like Section Chief Gao. Generally, as long as you put pen to paper and correct documents, you will get a generous salary, and you are still the target of everyone's fawning.

But how could such a scene suddenly appear in front of us?Obviously Guowei was still wearing it last night...

Lao Bao didn't want to spend time thinking anymore. He wanted to watch this scene a little longer. Maybe the scene in front of him would disappear in the next second. He woke up from the bed that smelled of sweat. When he opened his eyes, he was short and dark. The roof panels also missed the start time.

He thought that even if he was dreaming, he would ask God to be kind and let him wake up later.

Bao Guowei looked at Lao Bao, who was standing at the door with a dull face. The "gentle and jade-like" smile he originally pretended could not be stretched anymore and turned into a dragon king's crooked mouth.

"How about it? My clothes look good."

Seeing that Lao Bao was still there without speaking, he just stared at himself.Bao Guowei stood up and walked towards him, put his hand in front of his eyes and shook it.Lao Bao's eyes were slapped and he felt sour. Only then did he come back to his senses. This was not a dream. He squeezed his thigh hard.

"Oh, Guowei, why are you dressed like this? You are as good as the young master of the Qin family. But, where did you get these clothes? You can't just steal clothes from other people's clothing stores. Come on, what if someone reports to the Yamen and the boss sends someone to arrest him?"

Lao Bao didn't believe that his son would do such a thing, but if that wasn't the case, how else could he explain the clothes on his son?
"Tsk! How could I do such a thing? I went to the commercial street in the city this morning. I was going to buy some stationery and write something. Who would have thought..."

"Then, I met two people, one named Chu Ze..." As Bao Guowei spoke, Lao Bao kept nodding, and occasionally bent down, as if listening to the master's instructions.He has always been accustomed to nodding and bowing when seeing this outfit. Even if the person in front of him is his son, he can't change this habit. What's more, if he is his son in front of him, nodding and bowing will do nothing.

Until Bao Guowei finished speaking, he still felt a little unbelievable that just like that, so easily...

This is indeed a bit lucky.But if Bao Guowei had not entered a state of concentration and his pen was flying at that time, or if his pencil calligraphy was not good enough and people lost interest after just one glance, he had not written such an interesting article, or if his words and deeds were not appropriate enough, How can I get the appreciation of Mr. Chu Ze?
Seeing that Lao Bao was a little dazed, Bao Guowei thought he didn't believe it, so he showed him the first page of the novel he had written.

Lao Bao took the paper with a dazed look on his face. He looked at the words on it, which were a little unclear, but he could still see that they looked good, better than printed ones, better than what the gentlemen wrote, and better than the murals in the Qin Mansion. The writing was even more beautiful, better than anyone else's writing. He had never seen such beautiful handwriting.

The beautiful pencil characters seemed to turn into butterflies, flying to Lao Bao's eyes and worming their way into his heart.

Lao Bao suddenly felt a little dizzy.

He took the piece of paper, walked tremblingly to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a pair of reading glasses, put them on, and then squatted down on the bed next to him.

He looked at the words on it, which looked beautiful. He wanted to read what was written on it, but he still couldn't see clearly because his eyes were already wet.

He thought of his deceased wife, Bao Guowei's mother, who died when he was five and a half years old. He wanted her to know immediately that her son was now a very good young man, capable and able to support himself.

He remembered that when Bao Guowei was five and a half years old, his mother no longer took care of him, so he took him to the Qin Mansion. For the first time in 30 years, he proposed an unruly idea to the master: he begged the master and his wife to keep him, even if it was Let him stay and do chores. You can't let him stay at home alone all day without anyone taking care of him.

He remembered the way Bao Guowei wrote for the first time when he was a child. Even the way he held the pen was different from that of young masters and old men. The words written by the brush were crooked and twisted on the paper, but at that time he thought they looked good. , even if someone is willing to give him ten yuan, which is 100 yuan, or more money to exchange for this piece of paper, he will not exchange it.

He remembered the first time Bao Guowei called his father, the first time he could walk, and the first time he talked back to himself.He also said to himself: "Hahahahaha, I want to study, and I also want to be a person like the master. When you grow up, I will raise you and your mother, and you will be the eldest master and the eldest lady."

He remembered a lot, he murmured, choked, and sometimes smiled, but his tears kept flowing down.He clenched his jaw and sobbed.But he didn't let himself cry loudly. He didn't want his son to see him crying.

He raised his arms and wiped his tears with the patched sleeves of the cotton-padded clothes he had worn for more than ten years, but he couldn't wipe them away, and instead the tears flowed faster and faster.

Tears flowed down his face, to the bottom of his chin, and gathered together, almost dripping down. Someone handed over a handcloth, and Lao Bao looked at that person's face.

"father."

Hearing this long-lost name, Lao Bao couldn't bear it anymore.

This was the first time in more than ten years since he became a father that he cried completely uncontrollably.

　Do you think it’s a bit awkward for me to write emotional scenes?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)