After being dumped by his son and his father

The reason why Wen Ziheng suddenly changed his mind and decided to go to the banquet was only because Wen Liren called him not long ago to say that there were still some belongings of his mother at home. There was more or less a threatening element in the words, but Wen Ziheng was very upset. With this set, he didn't want the things left by his mother to be thrown around like garbage by those people.

Before, Wen Yuanxian came to the company once on the pretext of delivering something to Wen Ziheng, and what she sent was gadgets that Wen Ziheng had long since abandoned. Later, Wen Ziheng directly threw the box into the trash can, I didn't expect to see those familiar objects in Wei Qing's office not long after.

At that moment, there were really tens of thousands of words stuck in my heart, and they all turned into a silent sigh in the end.

But it's good to go back, take away all the things that should be taken, and there will be no worries in the future.

At 07:30 on Saturday night, Wen Ziheng and Wei Qing had dinner at home and handed Wenxi to Secretary Zhang before driving to Wang's villa, where Wen Ziheng grew up. Soon after his mother passed away, Wen Liren took him to the villa that exudes a strange atmosphere, and lived there for thirteen or fourteen years, until he received an offer from a foreign university before he went abroad to study alone with his luggage.

After eight years, Wen Ziheng came back here again.

The torrent of memory is extremely turbulent, but it cannot wash away the troubles and pains caused by real life. Even after 100 years, the difficult memories of those years still exist in the mind. They are all clearly visible, just like the difficult time that Wen Ziheng once spent in this villa, even after eight years, as long as he closes his eyes, he can recall that period of painful and enduring days.

When Wei Qing drove the car slowly into the villa, Wen Ziheng lowered the car window and stared blankly at the scenery and decorations that overlapped with his memory. The design of the courtyard was the same as when Wen Ziheng left eight years ago. He could even feel the sense of familiarity rushing towards his face, as if the passage of time in the past few years was just a blink of an eye.

For some reason, Wen Ziheng suddenly felt the tip of his nose sore, and for a moment, something seemed to come out of his heart.

At this moment, a hand quietly reached out to hold Wen Ziheng's hand on his lap, and then clasped his fingers together. Wei Qing seems to like this movement very much these days, as long as he holds hands with Wen Ziheng, he will Will clasp his ten fingers hard, as if doing so can give each other a sense of security.

Wen Ziheng quietly felt the strength of that hand holding him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Wei Qing holding the steering wheel with one hand and driving smoothly on the winding and narrow path. He couldn't help but chuckled. It disappeared in an instant, he struggled a few times but couldn't pull his hand back, and said: "If the police uncle sees you driving like this, he will definitely pull you out and teach you a lesson."

"The police uncle expressed that he doesn't want to see other people show affection." Wei Qing smiled lightly, but his eyes showed a little worry, "Are you afraid?"

"What do I have to be afraid of?" Wen Ziheng broke Wei Qing's hand, let him put it on the steering wheel again, tilted his head and looked at him as if looking at the goods, and said twice, "You should be afraid." The person is you, I'm just their springboard, and their real goal is you."

Hearing that Wei Qing remained silent, it took him a long time to show a smile of unknown meaning: "Then let them open their eyes and see if what I bring is a blessing or a curse."

In fact, Wei Qing's name played a big role in publicity. When Wen Liren and Wang Peini released the news that Wei Qing, the chairman of Shuguang Group, would also attend the banquet, most of the people who did not intend to attend the birthday banquet were looking forward to the time. The car park arrived, and the parking lot, which had been deserted for a long time, was suddenly full of people.

During this period of time, the parking lot was already full of cars. Wei Qing handed over the car to the parking attendant, and when he and Wen Ziheng got out of the car and walked outside the hall, he felt that there were people in twos and threes around who were also walking in. He cast eager gazes, and his face was full of thoughts of wanting to strike up a conversation.

Before those people surrounded him, he heard an urgent voice: "Mr. Wei."

Hearing this voice, Wen Ziheng froze suddenly, and his expression suddenly became unnatural. He raised his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the hall, only to see Wen Liren in a silver-gray suit holding a half glass of red wine and smiling all over his face. He walked over, and next to him was Wang Peini, who was also impatiently walking over in a dark dress.

Although Wang Peini is wearing delicate and light makeup at the moment, and her fair skin is still elastic under careful maintenance, you can still see the traces of the years on her face, especially when you get closer, the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes become more and more Obviously, not only Wang Peini, but even Wen Liren looked much older, with obvious gray hair on his temples, and the wrinkles near the corners of his mouth were extremely conspicuous when he smiled.

The smiles on the faces of Wen Liren and Wang Peini almost turned into substance, and they hurriedly greeted them, and when their smiling eyes glanced at Wen Ziheng who was beside Wei Qing, their expressions froze in tacit understanding .

Wen Ziheng suddenly found it funny. Wen Liren and Wang Peini have lived together for a long time, not only their appearance, but also their language and actions are so husband and wife. He lifted his lips almost inaudibly, but his eyes were cold, speaking Without any temperature: "Dad, Mom."

Wen Liren looked at his son in a daze. Ever since he said on the phone that he had severed the father-son relationship, the father and son hadn't seen each other for many years.

I have to admit that Wen Ziheng has changed a lot compared to a few years ago. The current Wen Ziheng is young and taciturn. Heng has matured a lot both in appearance and temperament. When he was standing next to Wei Qing just now, he almost didn't recognize that this handsome young man in a high-end suit was his long-lost son.

It wasn't until Wang Peini kept pushing Wen Liren with her arms that his wandering thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and he drank the rest of the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and forced a smile to Wen Ziheng with the corners of his mouth: "When you come back Okay, it's cold outside, you and Mr. Wei come in first.

Wang Peini, who had been talking to Wei Qing for a long time just now, gave Wen Liren a look of resentment, and Wen Liren, who understood, hurriedly handed over the empty cup to the servant next to him, and then he and Wang Peini took Wei Qing to the left and right. Huddled in the middle and walking in, the three of them looked like sandwich biscuits, Wei Qing's entire face was so dark that ink was dripping out, and Wen Ziheng, who was a melon-eating crowd, couldn't help but want to chuckle.

Speaking of which, it was the first time he had seen Wang Peini and Wen Liren look like dog legs. The Wang family was not a little-known family. On the contrary, they still had a certain status in society. A well-known listed company also has a few capable juniors who are government officials, so before the Wang family didn't talk about walking sideways, at least they looked at each other with their nostrils facing each other.

Before Wen Ziheng got to know Wei Qing, the Wei family was already a leader among the famous families, and they had never seen Wang Peini and Wen Liren curry favor with the Wei family before.

The more Wen Ziheng thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he felt uneasy, and wanted to talk to Wei Qing alone, but Wei Qing was surrounded by a group of Wang family members led by Wang Peini, chattering, and he couldn't squeeze in outside the circle.

Seeing that more and more people came to talk to each other, a wall of people seemed to form between Wen Ziheng and Wei Qing, but the rest of the hall was sparsely populated, this scene looked a bit ridiculous, It's a pity that Wang Penny, as the host, not only did not come forward to adjust the atmosphere, but also tried to get people to ask away the people who came to chat with Wei Qing. Guarding Wei Qing is like a beast guarding its own treasure.

Wen Ziheng knew that he couldn't talk to Wei Qing at the moment, so he asked Wen Liren to get his mother's belongings first, looked around, and soon found that Wen Liren, who had been pushed out of the crowd, After so many years of living in a wealthy family, Wen Liren still can't learn the hypocrisy and obscenity in socializing, but he has a good way of dealing with women, otherwise he wouldn't have seduced Wang Peini as a married person.

As if aware of Wen Ziheng's gaze, Wen Liren immediately turned his head to look over, and when his eyes met Wen Ziheng's, he smiled awkwardly.

At this moment, Wen Ziheng's facial muscles were stiff. Facing this familiar yet unfamiliar father, he couldn't smile and didn't want to force himself to laugh. Silent and Wen Liren came to a remote corner of the hall, and he opened his mouth to express The intention of coming: "Happy birthday, Dad. I don't need to say anything else. You also know the purpose of my trip. I just want to take my mother's belongings and leave here quickly, so as not to leave it for others to see jokes."

When they talked on the phone before, Wen Liren relied on his father's identity to speak unscrupulously. Now when they were face to face, he suddenly got up at a loss, rubbed his hands, stammered and said out of breath: "What kind of joke are you looking at?" How can you say that, you are my son, it is only natural for you to stay here to celebrate my birthday, no one will say anything about you. "

Didn't he sever the relationship between father and son long ago and refuse to associate with him?Why is he a son again now?

Wen Ziheng couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard Wen Liren's contradictory words. Even though he tried his best to hold back, the corner of his mouth still had a sneering arc unconsciously. He turned his head and cast his gaze not far away like a crowded vegetable market The crowd rushing to Wei Qing's side, there was no sign of the birthday party at this time, even Wen Liren, the birthday star, stayed in the corner for almost half an hour without being noticed.

But after thinking about it, I found it normal. Wen Liren brought an oil bottle into the Wang family. It was an inspirational story of a straight-forward young man who turned himself into a rich man. How could the proud Wang family let them in? In eyes?To put it bluntly, the birthday banquet tonight is just a dinner party for business matchmaking.

Thinking of this, Wen Ziheng suddenly felt sad, not only for himself, but also for Wen Liren who was trapped by the wealthy family for the rest of his life.

"Where are my mother's belongings?" Wen Ziheng didn't want to play emotional cards with Wen Liren, so he restrained his thoughts, lowered his eyes and asked indifferently, "If it's convenient, I want to go back to the room I lived in before. I happened to take away the things that were left out.”

Wen Liren saw that Ziheng refused to communicate, and his expression was a bit complicated, he moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go, I will accompany you to pack your things first."

The bedroom that Wen Ziheng used to live in was on the third floor, on the first floor with the servant's dormitory and several rooms where sundries were piled up. He hadn't come back for eight years, and the bedroom had long been used by the servant as a utility room. Originally, Wang Peini She wanted to move everything out and throw away and redecorate the room to use as a studio, but she finally gave up after repeated pleadings by Wen Liren. For this reason, Wang Peini ignored Wen Liren for a long time.

Wen Ziheng listened to Wen Liren talk about these past events with a blank expression. It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no disturbance in his heart, but it is just a subtle touch. If Wen Liren said this when he was studying abroad Wen Ziheng believes that he will be moved to tears, but now he only has regrets in his heart. As early as when Wen Liren heard Wen Yuanxian's one-sided words and scolded him on the phone and expressed his severance of communication, he had no affection for his family. There are not many thoughts left.

That bedroom was full of dusty smell as imagined. When the door was opened, there was an illusion of opening a wooden box that had been dusty for many years. The door was indeed like a switch of memory, bringing Wen Ziheng into another world in an instant. space.

Although the room was full of outdated and dilapidated discarded daily necessities, Wen Ziheng could still see traces of his past life here. He told Wen Liren that he wanted to be alone and quietly until Wen Liren left the room in obscurity and closed the door. After closing the door, I took out the paper and wiped the corner of the mattress, sat down gently, and the bed frame that had been used for a long time made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

It seemed that after sitting for half an hour, Wen Ziheng got up and began to rummaging through boxes and cabinets to pack his belongings. He was suddenly lucky to have Wen Liren guarding him. Except for some conspicuous places that had been rummaged through, almost all the things he left in this room were Put it in a fixed position intact, and within 10 minutes, you can turn everything out and stack it in a box.

It's just that the surfaces of these items were covered with dust, Wen Ziheng's hands were dirty after tidying up.

When it was almost cleaned up, there was a knock on the door. Wen Ziheng thought it was Wen Liren who came, and continued to squat on the ground and tied up the scattered photos with string, without turning his head, he said, "Please come in."

The sound of opening and closing the door is particularly obvious in the quiet air, followed by the sound of the lock being clicked. Wen Ziheng was taken aback for a moment, thinking that Wen Liren would just come in and lock the door properly. , turned his head hastily, only to feel that the light in front of him dimmed, and in the next second, a pair of warm big hands held his face, and two soft thin lips stuck to his lips.

Wei Qing bent down and kissed Wen Ziheng, who was still in a daze, with her fingertips stroking the teardrops that kept sliding down each other's cheeks, and a few tears melted into their lips that were touching, very astringent and salty.

"Fool." Wei Qing murmured with some helplessness in his deep voice, "I'm not here? Why are you crying..."