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Chapter 1167 2009 (eight)

As the old saying goes, children are the enemies of their parents in previous lives.

If you spend your whole life working hard for one or more people who are only related to you by blood, you may not only get nothing in return in the end, but you may also have a deadlock with the other party because of some trivial things in life.

In this way, the old saying seems to be true.

Unfortunately, in Han Yu's eyes, this sentence does not apply to him.

For most parents in the world, their children are creditors in previous lives and enemies who come to collect debts in this life, but Han Yu feels that he is not a creditor, because he doesn’t seem to have received anything from his parents, and because the one who replaced his parents The man who came to make up for him never owed him anything.

There was no such great blood relationship between them, and they were strangers who had never met before.

But it was the man who had nothing to do with him, who brought him who was nothing back to his home in the middle of the summer night.

So in Han Yu's view, his adoptive father, his father, is a greater existence than the so-called parents.

Father Jin's cautious words seemed to bring the atmosphere in this small private room to freezing point in an instant.

However, Han Yu didn't show any strange emotions after hearing this.

As if he didn't hear this sentence, he picked up the steaming bowl of kelp soup in front of him and took a shallow sip.

Well, the saltiness is okay. In fact, the seaweed soup is like this, and it has no taste.

"My dad is very good to me."

Silently evaluating the first bite of food he tasted after returning home, Han Yu said something abruptly to Father Jin sitting opposite him, with a calm expression, as if answering a very simple question.

After finishing speaking, he took another sip of the soup in the bowl, this time it was bigger. After putting down the bowl, he sniffed, glanced at the dishes on the table, and added without raising his head: "Very good."

"……That's good."

Hearing this, Father Jin nodded in a dazed manner, followed by pursing his lips imperceptibly, and muttered to himself, "That's good."

Soon, Father Jin took a deep breath, cheered himself up, looked at Han Yu who was pulling the dishes with chopsticks, and said with hidden concern: "I rarely cook, how about you taste it? No way." If so, I know there is a good soup and rice restaurant nearby, and I will buy one for you."

"No need." Han Yu took back his chopsticks and shook his head, "I tasted it, and it tastes good."

"That's it." Father Jin nodded, and then seemed a little hesitant to speak.

Han Yu seemed to see what he was thinking, so he took a bowl of rice, opened the lid, and explained lightly, "I'm just curious about what your dishes look like."

He said this sentence very naturally and plainly, but Father Jin moved his lips when he heard it, but in the end, he nodded without saying anything.

After a while, maybe it was because of the dull atmosphere that made people feel restless. Father Jin looked around, took a bowl of rice from the side without making a sound, and lowered his head to eat.

For a while, there was only the occasional sound of bowls and chopsticks touching in the private room.

No one spoke, and the two people sitting opposite each other were eating their own meals, and neither of them took the initiative to talk to each other.

It's just that if you observe carefully, you will find that Father Jin, who ate with his head down, never extended his chopsticks to those dishes that Han Yu held more.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, the two pairs of chopsticks bumped into each other.

Father Jin put his chopsticks back very simply, "Go ahead and eat."

Han Yu had never touched that dish of food just now, and he ate it to the extent that there was only one chopstick left.

"no need."

Han Yu also took back the chopsticks.

"I'm just a little curious about the taste. You seem to like this more."

Father Jin was silent for a moment, and then he made the first and possibly the last bold move of the night.

He picked up the last dish on the plate, stood up, put it in Han Yu's bowl, and said repeatedly: "You eat!"

Han Yu was stunned for a moment. He looked at the dishes in his bowl, and at Father Jin who had already sat back and continued to eat with his head bowed. He fell silent for a moment, and then bowed his head to eat again.

The two men once again fell into a situation where neither of them said a word.

Only this time, after a while, Han Yu's voice rang out in a low voice.

"I wanted to say thank you, but I couldn't say it."

The chopsticks in Father Jin's hands didn't stop, and he said sullenly, "It's right not to say...you don't need to say anything."

"You and I are eating here, didn't your family say anything?"

Han Yu, who bowed his head to eat, suddenly asked.

Father Jin looked up, but the expression on his face did not reveal much panic. He said to Han Yu, "I called when I was in the kitchen just now."

"What did you say?" Han Yu ate his food calmly.

"I said... I'm having dinner with you."

Suddenly, the movement of eating stopped.

Han Yu also raised his head, looked at Father Jin, and asked, "Is it 'me'?"

"Yes." Father Jin replied affirmatively, "I told her that I'm having dinner with you."

"'who I am?"

Han Yu suddenly put down his chopsticks, sat upright and looked at Father Jin.

"I told her..."

Father Jin's voice was very soft, as if he was speaking out a sentence that had been hidden in his heart for many years.

"You are you...my son."

Saying these words, the atmosphere in the private room has clearly changed.

The two people in the seat seemed to be still. After looking at each other for a while, Han Yu suddenly lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks again and put the food in his mouth: "You should keep it a little secret from her."

"I don't want to hide it from her." Father Jin said without thinking, "It's not good for you, and it's not good for her."

"But I'd rather you try to hide it from her."

Han Yu's words silenced Father Jin.

They both knew who this "she" referred to, and they both knew that it was this "she" who left a gap between the two of them many years ago that seemed to never be erased.

That is a person worthy of respect and love, but also worth hating.

"What about the others? Don't others find it strange?"

After a while, Han Yu asked again without raising his head.

Father Jin shook his head, "I should tell them where I went for dinner."

"In this regard, I think she has done better than you."

Father Jin couldn't help frowning, and said, "The child is different."

Han Yu looked up at him and said, "I'm not the same?"

Father Jin was speechless for a while.

"Either keep it a secret and don't make one person sad, or just tell the whole thing and let everyone bear it together. Except for the youngest one, aren't the other two adults already?"

"Do you want me to tell them everything?" Father Jin asked suddenly.

Han Yu raised his head again. For some reason, he seemed to see a little urgency in Father Jin's eyes.

For no reason, he understood something, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help pulling a smile that he didn't know whether it was mocking or bitter.

"no need."

Father Jin was slightly taken aback by his words.

"I'm here this time, not what you think. I never intend to take anything from you, and I don't intend to insist on squeezing into a house that threw me out more than ten years ago. My visit this time is I just want to meet you. I originally wanted to do this a few years ago, but unfortunately I didn’t have the courage at that time. Now, I’m worried that if I don’t do it again, I don’t know if there will be another chance in the future, so I will appear in front of you.”

Speaking of this, Han Yu looked at Father Jin very calmly, with an indescribable calm in his eyes and expression.

"You just let them continue their current life. Some things, if you don't talk about them at the beginning, there is no need to talk about them later. My original plan was that it was enough for you to see me alone, even that person You don’t need to know about my presence. After all, the fault in the first place was yours, wasn’t it?”

Father Jin was speechless, and then, bitterness gradually covered his face.

"I'm full. I think this meal is not bad, and I don't have any regrets. Don't worry, it's probably only this time, and I won't come in the future."

Han Yu put down his chopsticks, stood up, and picked up the coat he had left beside him, "I'm leaving. Just say goodbye... There should be no chance to meet again."

"you……"

At this time, Father Jin who was sitting on the seat spoke.He turned his head, looked at the tall figure who walked to the door, and asked hesitantly: "Are you from Seoul? I listen to what you say, and you don't have a local accent."

"Yes." Han Yu nodded indifferently, "What's wrong with this?"

Father Kim said with hesitation: "Taeyeon is also in Seoul now...do you know about this?"

"Yes, I also know that she is an artist." Han Yu put on an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, "But what's the matter? Do you want to say something that I can take care of each other with her? Would you like to see Do you want me to find her?"

For a moment, Father Jin's breathing seemed to be stagnant.

Han Yu shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, I know she is a great artist, but I don't intend to appear in front of her."

As he spoke, he put his hand on the doorknob, ready to go out.

"Go find it."

Suddenly, a whisper from behind made his steps stop.

"It's okay... go find it. What can't you do to see her?"

Father Jin lowered his head and said to himself as if relieved: "If you want, you can go to her. And... as long as you want, come to me anytime. I... would like to see you anytime."

Han Yu put his hand on the doorknob, and after a few seconds of pause, he opened the door without saying a word and walked out.

No words were left.

As he said just now, no farewell.

Father Jin who stayed in the private room smiled wryly. He reached out his hand to feel in his pocket, and then took out something.

I opened my palm and saw that it was a bent and wrinkled cigarette, which could never be restored to its original state.

(End of this chapter)