After being dumped by his son and his father

Before Wen Ziheng led Wen Xi out of the gate, he heard the comments of those female colleagues. He was suddenly startled, and hurriedly lowered his head to look at Wen Xi, only to see the little guy biting his fingers and raising his head in a daze Staring at him blankly, it seemed that the tea-brown eyes filled with tiny starlight were filled with confusion.

I have to admit that no matter what angle you look at, you can find some traces of Wei Qing in Wen Xi.

After all, Wen Xi is Wei Qing's biological son, so it's impossible for him not to be like Wei Qing. It's just that these obvious similarities make Wen Ziheng feel a little terrified. The feeling of panic is like a little secret that has been carefully hidden for many years is suddenly revealed. One day, as if he was inadvertently punctured by a passerby, he didn't know whether these small details would have a bad influence on Wen Xi.

After thinking wildly for a while, Wen Ziheng barely calmed down, bent down and picked up Wen Xi who was still gnawing on his fingers, and while walking out of the office area, he gently patted Wen Xi's hand in his mouth, frowned and said harshly: "Hands are dirty, you can't eat them."

Wen Xi stared at Wen Ziheng with wide eyes, as if he couldn't understand his father's actions, then flattened his mouth a little depressed, scratched his own face, and buried his whole head under Wen Ziheng's gaze Entering his arms, all the hot air exhaled from his mouth sprayed on Wen Ziheng's chest, it was very warm.

"Be obedient." Wen Ziheng stroked his son's fluffy hair hesitantly, he was used to Wenxi's strange and awkward ways, after comforting the little guy for a while, he carried him to the parking lot.

He drove the car from the underground parking lot to the downstairs of the company, sat in the car and waited for about 5 minutes, Wen Ziheng suddenly received a call from Wei Qing, saying that he was still discussing a contract with two cooperative companies It will take an hour to get off work, let Wen Ziheng take the child home first, and wait for Wei Qing to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients and go back to cook after work.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ziheng turned his head and looked out the car window at the towering buildings bathed in a large orange-red sunset, almost sighing from the bottom of his heart, although Wen Ziheng felt that they went to the supermarket together to buy things. It's nothing new, but the meaning of reunion after farewell and taking children is always different. Although Wen Ziheng doesn't want to admit it, he has to say that he is a little disappointed.

As always, Wen Xi climbed onto the seat spontaneously as soon as he got in the car, quickly took off his shoes, found a corner and sat down with his knees hugged, his eyes fixed on the back of the seat in front of him, his white and tender face There was no expression on his face, like a serious little old man who was thinking about the big things in life.

This is Wen Xi's normal state, either sleeping or blankly blank, Wen Ziheng doesn't know what is going on in the little guy's head, he used to be busy working to make money to support his family and take care of the sick Wen Xi, He was often tormented by Wen Xi's unreasonable attitude and almost went crazy, and sometimes even wanted to break Wen Xi's head to see what was inside, so that he would not respond to changes in the outside world at all.

Now that he's used to it, he thinks that Wen Xi is normal. At least his condition is slowly improving, and he doesn't have to see a psychiatrist every week like before.

On the way home, Wen Ziheng intentionally or unintentionally mentioned to Wen Xi about going to the new kindergarten: "When you go to the new kindergarten, you can meet a lot of new friends, and there is a gentle teacher who can tell stories to play games with you. I'll pick you up after work and everything else will remain the same, okay?"

Unexpectedly, just after Wen Ziheng finished speaking, Wen Xi, who was in a daze, suddenly pursed his mouth, and shouted with an extremely violent reaction: "I won't go, I won't go, I won't—"

Wen Ziheng quietly waited for Wenxi to vent all his negative emotions. After the little guy turned pale and stopped panting, he said in a gentle and gentle voice: "Why don't you want to go? My son is so smart, so simple The question of changing to a new kindergarten will certainly not bother him."

"Dad, I don't want to go there..." Wen Xi suddenly felt aggrieved, tears rolled in his eyes, he choked and looked at the profile of his father in front of him with tearful eyes, his heart was full of resistance, but he couldn't say anything. The words were stuck in my throat but I didn't know how to express it, so I could only express my dissatisfaction by crying, "I won't go, I won't go, I won't go, I won't go..."

Wen Ziheng frowned, and waited patiently for the child to finish sobbing in the car before continuing to ask: "Can you tell Dad the reason why you don't want to go?"

Wen Xi lowered his head and twisted his fingers earnestly, turning a deaf ear to Wen Ziheng's question, and there were still a few teardrops hanging on his thick eyelashes like a small fan, and they slid down his fair cheeks after blinking, and finally fell silent fell into the collar.

Wen Ziheng observes his son's reaction from the rearview mirror from time to time, just when he thought Wen Xi would still ignore him as usual, he suddenly heard his childish voice choked up: "They all have parents At the same time, I only have a father and no mother, they want to laugh at me, I don’t have a mother to play games with me, and their mothers play games with them..."

Wen Xi slurred his words intermittently, but Wen Ziheng still understood.

In the last kindergarten, there were many parent-child game sessions that invited the parents of the children to participate. As the parents of the children, Wen Ziheng was naturally on the invitation list. Unfortunately, almost every time he went with Wen Xi alone, and occasionally he couldn’t take care of him alone. When the child comes, he will ask Qi Chengche to go with him, but after all, two big men with a child are no better than a normal couple with a child, and sometimes they will receive strange looks.

I still remember that once a male parent who had been familiar with Wen Ziheng for a few words quietly approached, and asked Wen Ziheng and Qi Chengche in a low voice and full of gossip, what was the relationship between Wen Ziheng and Qi Chengche, Wen Xi was adopted by them from an orphanage right?Doesn't look like either of them at all.

Although Qi Chengche hated that man on the spot so much that he couldn't get off the stage, but in retrospect, he always felt that he had swallowed a fly, and that disgusting feeling would not fade with the passage of time. Every time he recalled it, he would make his mood worse.

Thinking of this, Wen Ziheng suddenly felt a little lucky. If Wen Xi hadn't left the previous kindergarten, he might be worrying about whom to ask to go to the kindergarten game meeting with him now.

"Don't go if you don't want to go, wait until you want to go later." Wen Ziheng, who instantly understood his son's mood, said empathetically.

When Wen Ziheng was young, Wen Ziheng drove the car into the parking lot of the community. At this time, Wenxi's mood had completely stabilized. He obediently and obediently was led by his father to the elevator entrance. The father and son took the elevator to the fifteenth floor, walked out When Wen Ziheng was in the elevator, he realized that the sensor lights in the corridor had broken down at some point. At a glance, the front was pitch black, and Wen Xi was so scared that he arched his father.

Wen Ziheng hugged Wen Xi, coughed hard to turn on the sensor light in the corridor, and then the faint light pouring from the corridor found the door of his house.

Before approaching, Wen Ziheng suddenly noticed something was wrong——

There seemed to be someone standing outside his house.

Wen Ziheng immediately stopped in his tracks and took two steps back cautiously. With one hand free, he picked up the mobile phone and turned on the light and shook it there twice. Sure enough, he saw a beautiful woman in a dark red dress standing in front of her. In front of his house, the woman had exquisite makeup on her face, and the nobility exuding from her body was incompatible with this slightly dilapidated corridor with small advertisements on the walls, which actually made Wen Ziheng feel like a phoenix fell into it. The feeling of being in a heap of pheasants.

The woman didn't seem to have expected that Wen Ziheng would shake her with the light of the mobile phone, so she quickly raised her hand to cover her eyes, clicked her tongue in displeasure, and said, "What's the matter with you child? How can you use the mobile phone to illuminate people's eyes? "

After hearing the woman's scolding, Wen Ziheng quickly put Wenxi in his arms on the ground, turned off the light of the mobile phone, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, the light in the corridor is broken. I just wanted to see who it was for safety reasons, sorry to offend you."

"It's okay." The woman didn't care, and then asked, "Do you live here?"

Wen Ziheng didn't rush to answer the woman's question, but instead asked: "Excuse me, are you here to find someone?"

The woman seemed to appreciate the vigilance in Wen Ziheng's words, and smiled and replied: "I'm here to visit my son, and he lives here. If you are neighbors, you should know him, Wei Qing, do you know?" ?”

Wen Ziheng froze for a moment, and it took him a long time to find his nervous voice: "Are you Wei Qing's mother?"

"Yes." Mrs. Wei was completely buried in the dark shadows. Wen Ziheng couldn't see her expression at the moment, but could hear her soft laughter, "My son just moved to a new house. As a mother, I No matter what, I should take a look, but no one answered his phone calls, and no one answered his knock on the door. I heard that he was busy with a meeting to discuss a contract this afternoon, so I don’t know if he’s off work now.”

Wen Ziheng was stunned for a while, and walked over with Wen Xi at a loss: "Dong Wei hasn't got off work yet, and he lives downstairs, this is my house, it's not an option for you to wait outside, or you can go to my house first Sit down and have a cup of tea, the weather is really cold today."

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Wei replied happily, as if she could see her eyes sparkling with excitement through a layer of blackness.

But in the next second, Mrs. Wei immediately realized that her reaction was a bit exaggerated. She deliberately coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment, and quickly raised her airs and said, "Since you have said so, I'd better go in and have a seat, thank you, son , I have been waiting here for almost an hour."

Wen Ziheng smiled and said nothing, took out the key and fumbled to open the door.

He stretched out his hand to turn on the porch light, and the warm yellow light instantly dispelled the darkness in front of him. Now Wen Ziheng could finally see Mrs. Wei's true face clearly. She was as noble and elegant as all wealthy wives, and every gesture was full of wealth. Her facial features are somewhat similar to those of Wei Qing, with narrow phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a sharp chin. It is not difficult to see how beautiful Mrs. Wei was when she was young.

However, Mrs. Wei does not have Wei Qing's aloof and superior temperament. She likes to smile with her lips pursed, gentle and approachable.

Before stepping into the porch, Madam Wei's gaze, like a searchlight, couldn't wait to search around Wen Ziheng, and then fixed tightly on the face of Wen Xi, who was hiding behind Wen Ziheng with a small head poked out to look around.