Mr.president, you are too gentle

Just, is the fate coincidence in this world so terrible? Xia Guowei felt a faint uneasiness in his heart. He just felt that all this seemed to be a hint from his dead wife.

For a moment, Xia Guowei was uneasy. Still slightly hesitated and asked, "were you all right yesterday? Didn't you see any strange people?"

Summer is not unexpected. My father will ask, but there is still no waves in my heart. This concern, which has passed, is just an afterthought and can't move a little in summer's heart.

Just out of politeness, he had to stop his knife and fork. Respectfully replied: "no, thanks for your father's concern."

Although it is polite, the sense of alienation is clear. Since his mother died, the child seems to be separated from himself. Whatever he does is cold and light.

In fact, Xia Guowei and summer also had some warm time. At that time, the work was not so busy. When he was free, he would take his son out with him.

The father and son enjoyed themselves. Xia Guowei still remembers the joy of sneaking out with his son to eat dumplings at the roadside stall on a cold night. The steaming soup brightened the corners of his mouth in summer.

At that time, his mother never allowed him to eat such roadside stalls in summer, so Xia Guowei would secretly take him there. At that time, it was really the closest time between father and son. It is still a little vain to recall now.

The once innocent smiling face of his son gradually overlapped with the cold face now, which made Xia Guowei feel a little sad and flashed in his heart.

I still couldn't help reaching out to catch the summer. My voice was a little old. "Tianguang, I know you are blaming your father. But if your mother is alive, she certainly doesn't want to see you like this..."

Hearing that he mentioned his dead mother, summer's eyebrows tightened tightly. He had already convicted his father in front of him, because his busy work and drunkenness finally led to his mother's departure.

This is the unspeakable pain in summer's heart. Now Xia Guowei mentions this again. Let summer suddenly stop the action in his hand. He interrupted Xia Guowei, "I'm going to school. Take your time."

Obviously, summer doesn't want to have any warm topic with the father. He rigidly picked up one side of the schoolbag, turned and left the living room. There was only the sound of the door being closed.

Xia Guowei's hands remained stiff in the air. His face was no longer full of energy. At last, he was old and tired at this age.

I felt my son's cold attitude and his ruthless behavior. It made Xia Guowei very sad. His eyes flashed over the picture again. Xia Guowei felt a burst of sadness in his heart.

He sighed faintly, sighed at the air and said, "Jinxiu, are you unwilling? In the past ten years, he has reappeared in the sky. Are you implying anything?"

Xia Guowei was the only one in the large and silent living room. The morning light came in from the window. Only the dust under the light was floating faintly. No one answered Xia Guowei's question.

The man over half a hundred years old finally showed a little old attitude, with a sad look on his face.