Getting married by grandma?Lord, he fell in a second

Father Zhou said: "It's not what you think, he didn't know about your situation with your mother a long time ago."

Zhou Mingan was silent.

When he mentioned his mother, he hated him even more.

If it wasn't for the teasing and abandonment of that person back then, why would my mother have such a miserable life.

Zhou's father seemed to see through Zhou Ming'an's thoughts: "For your biological mother, he is actually extremely guilty. He ruined a little girl's innocence on the spur of the moment, but he felt that he owed his wife even more, so when your mother When he came to look for him, he didn’t see your mother. At that time, his wife came forward to negotiate with your biological mother. No matter what compensation conditions your mother proposed, they would agree. Your mother is also an arrogant person, and she didn’t ask for anything. , and didn’t tell me about her pregnancy, so she left by herself.”

"Later, she sent your father a farewell letter, saying that she was married, and each of them will be safe from now on. Your father also believed it, and never went to inquire about your biological mother until eight years later, when he had the opportunity to return home Revisiting, I accidentally found your mother’s tomb on the hillside of the tea garden where I once sketched, and saw a small figure sleeping in front of the grave. At that moment, he seemed to understand everything, and he secretly made it for you. The paternity test has confirmed that you are his and Zhou Cailian's child. Your father regretted it. After investigation, he found out that your mother and son have had a hard time these years, especially after your grandfather passed away. The tea garden left by your grandfather was taken over by your elder brother and sister-in-law. Your mother died of illness, and you were living in a slum, and he knew about these things only ten days before we adopted you."

Father Zhou paused for a while and said, "Do you still remember that down-and-out painter in the slum? He is your biological father."

After Zhou's father said this, Zhou Ming'an remembered many things.

A few days before he was adopted, a down-and-out painter suddenly came to the slum.

He built a shack himself and lived next door to him.

On the first day he came, he became acquainted with the children of the slums.

Because he painted a portrait of every child in the slum.

Naturally, I also painted him.

In the next few days, he would go to downtown to draw pictures for passers-by to make money, and he would bring Zhou Ming'an with him every time.

After earning money, he took Zhou Ming'an to eat delicious food and buy clothes.

That was the first time in Zhou Ming'an's life that he ate steak in a western restaurant.

This person seemed to shine a ray of light into Zhou Ming'an's gloomy slum life.

Although only for a few days.

However, Zhou Ming'an always remembered that he still kept the portrait he drew back then.

When Zhou Ming'an returned to China later, besides looking for Zhao Congliang, he also looked for this painter.

But he didn't even know his name, and he only vaguely remembered his appearance in his mind.

In the end, of course, it was not found.

But now tell him.

That person turned out to be Shang Jiuzhou, his biological father.

He is also the person I have hated for more than [-] years.

Zhou Ming'an didn't know how to accept it for a while.

Zhou's father put his hand on Zhou Ming'an's shoulder: "It was your father who asked us to adopt you, and asked us never to tell you this secret. In fact, before he passed away, he always missed you. He came to the United States to see you several times. But he didn’t let you know that he used all the income from his gallery to set up an education fund for you, and it was also the letter of recommendation he wrote that allowed you to enter the business school of Cambridge University. He never forgot you until his death.”

Zhou Ming'an's expression didn't change much.

He didn't know the meaning of his father since he was born, and his mother never mentioned half a word in front of him.

But the relatives at home were always pointing and pointing behind his back, and he finally understood that his mother was played and abandoned by his father.

So he hated it for so many years, but he didn't know the reason.

The more miserable she and her mother were, the more he hated him.

He hated why the fathers of other children could shield themselves and their mothers from the wind and rain.

But his father was the one who brought misfortune to him and his mother.

However, he didn't expect that he also felt the short-term father's love.

He actually existed in his own life.

The person I once loved, missed, and missed gradually overlapped with the person I hated for a lifetime in my memory.

Zhou Ming'an couldn't accept it. He held his head, with a painful expression on his face: "Why him, why him..."

Father Zhou held his son in his arms: "Son, your mother and I both know that you have been hiding something in your heart these years. It was originally thought that it was caused by your unhappy childhood, but I didn't expect that you would hate Buried so deep, I now regret not telling you this earlier. Your biological father did do something wrong, but he was also kept in the dark. If he had known about your existence, he would not have let you know. Your mother and you have suffered so much, it's all a trick of fate."

Zhou Mingan's shoulders began to shake slightly.

Zhou's father continued: "Your father is really a very good person, but he has no fate with your biological mother, not to mention he has passed away for so many years, why bother to carry such a heavy hatred, you and your mother's misfortune It is largely caused by your bad relatives, not all your father, think about it now, before your grandfather passed away, did you and your mother live comfortably?"

In fact, Father Zhou was right.

Before the age of five, he was very happy.

Although I don't have a father, I have the love of my grandfather.

She followed her mother up the mountain to pick tea every day.

When you are tired, lie down in a sea of ​​green and sleep.

Sometimes when I wake up and open my eyes, the sky is already full of stars.

Mother didn't bother her, she lay beside him and watched the stars with him.

My mother would always read poems to herself.

"The moon bends and shines on Kyushu, some families are happy and some are sad"

"Kyushu is cloudless, and the most reunion night is Mid-Autumn Festival"

"The tax driver leans on Fusang, and looks at Kyushu freely..."

"When you die, you know everything is empty, but when you are sad, you don't see Kyushu..."

At that time, Zhou Ming'an didn't know why every poem his mother recited contained a Kyushu.

I found out later that it was my father's name.

His mother loved Shang Jiuzhou until death.

Later, my grandfather passed away, and my uncle and aunt took away all the tea garden and family property originally left to him and my mother.

They were kicked out of their home, impoverished, and within a year their mother died.

He naturally hated his uncle and aunt the most.

The first thing he did after returning home was to settle accounts with them.

But ten years have passed, things have changed, Zhou's tea garden has already gone bankrupt, his uncle had four fingers chopped off while gambling, and lost all his belongings, the family has already moved to the slum where he lived in the past.

After the city was rebuilt, these slums were demolished, and my uncle's family disappeared.

Zhou Ming'an didn't make great efforts to find them.

Because when he had just returned to China, he had seen them once, and they had long lost the spirit of being human, and even when he stood in front of them, they didn't recognize them.

At that time, Zhou Ming'an even generously threw hundreds of dollars to them.

The aunt knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him.

They have already become poor worms who will never turn over.

Seeing them like that, he suddenly stopped hating them.

But the appearance of his mother dying is still in his mind from time to time, and he can't forget it. The hatred in his heart has not diminished.

So all the hatred is on the merchant's head.