Hanyu

When Feng Yan told Ming Yusheng that she was getting married, Ming Yusheng was writing a math test paper.

He has never been very sensitive to numbers, so he stared blankly at the complicated function problem for a long time, and then his mother Feng Yan suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"I'm getting married."

Ming Yusheng was lost in the ocean of ABCD1234XYZ..., and was stunned for a while after hearing this.

"Oh." He responded, and then picked up the draft pad next to him.An inspiration flashed through his mind just now, he seemed to know how to solve this damn problem.

At the door of the room, Feng Yan stared at the back of his son who was concentrating on the calculations.

"You have nothing to ask?"

Ming Yusheng stopped writing and thought about it seriously.

It does.

He turned around and asked his mother, "I want to continue living here. You bought this house with his money, so it should be fine for me to continue living here, right?"

This "he" is his father whom he has never met, never even seen a photo.

Feng Yan frowned slightly, and raised a well-maintained jade-like hand to gently press her forehead, afraid of wrinkles.

"No, I've already told him that I want to take you there with him. There is no one in his family, so it doesn't matter if you go there."

"Then it's nothing."

Ming Yusheng continued to fight with those ABCD1234xyz... and did not know when Feng Yan closed the door and left.

A few days later, a group of helpers came to help move, led by a man in his forties or fifties who was very formally dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but not too rigid.

"Ma'am, the secretary is worried about your move, so he specially sent me here to see what else you have to order."

Feng Yan slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Her appearance is dazzlingly beautiful, but her temperament is cold and glamorous. Even if she smiles casually, it makes people feel that she is very lucky.

As experienced as Secretary Hu, his heart skipped a beat twice, thinking to himself: Mr. Secretary is mighty, he really hid this flower of Gaoling in the snow.

Feng Yan felt a little unwell these two days, coughed twice, and waved. "Come on, Shengsheng, come and meet your Uncle Hu. This time we moved thanks to Uncle Hu's help. You thank Uncle Hu on behalf of your mother."

Ming Yusheng walked over upon hearing this. "Thank you, Uncle Hu."

When Secretary Hu saw the boy who got up from the sofa and walked towards him, his heart jumped again!

The first feeling is that this is Secretary Wu's nominal son.

The second feeling is that this one face is enough to shine, and two faces are really going to blind his old eyes!

Secretary Hu was thinking about it, and his mouth was already instinctively talking nonsense. "Don't dare to be dare not, madam is being polite again, there is no need to thank me for such a small matter. This is the young master, he is really a good-looking talent! He should be in high school now, right?"

"Not yet, ahem. He's only in the third grade of junior high school, and he goes to the seventh middle school next door. This kid grows as tall as I am, so he looks a little older than his peers."

"Seventh Middle School, that's a really good school! I think it's no problem to go to a good high school next year. The young master really has a bright future!"

"It's not bad. I heard that Secretary Hu's son is studying in Beijing now. Our family has to learn from his elder brother."

"Where is there, that kid is messing around..."

The two chattered a few words, and the person in charge of moving also loaded all the things to be moved into the car. Secretary Hu called Feng Yan and Ming Yusheng into the car and left together.

Secretary Hu's car was driving in front, and the moving car was behind. After turning left and right for a while, they drove to an old residential area.

As soon as the car entered the gate, Secretary Hu parked the car in front and asked them to wait in the car. The truck behind was stuck because the gate was only half open. He had to go say hello to the guard.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Ming Yu waited to be bored, so he looked out the window curiously.With a pair of eyelashes opening and closing, the outside scenery slipped twice.

"so small."

This place is actually not too small among a group of old communities in the [-]s, but it is really incomparable with the high-end villas he lived in before.

Feng Yan glanced at her son. "You despise the smallness of this place, and others have sharpened their heads trying to squeeze in."

In the central garden located in the center of the community, there is a small pavilion with red rails and green tiles. There are a few old men sitting in it.

Ming Yusheng withdrew his gaze and turned his head. "Do you want me to call him Papa?"

Feng Yan took out a small box from her small handbag.

She was recently quitting smoking and wanted sugar to beat her cravings.Hearing his son's question, he poured out a pill of candy from the small hole on the box, and found Ming Yusheng staring at her, and stretched out his hand.

Ming Yusheng hesitated for a second because of the toothache a few days ago, then shook his head.

So Feng Yan threw it into her mouth.

"Do you want to call?" She ate the candy, her voice was a little muffled.

"It doesn't matter."

The sugar was a bit sour, Feng Yan squinted her eyes, and put the sugar box back into her bag. "Then forget it. I have raised you for 14 years, and I haven't heard you call me mom a few times. He didn't raise you for a day, and I asked you to call him dad. That's not my loss. Besides, your damn father is alive. I haven't heard you calling, if you know that I asked you to call someone else's father, you will get angry and come to me to settle the score."

It happened that Secretary Hu came back and got into the driver's seat with an apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, ma'am."

This is a "kou"-shaped community, surrounded by residential buildings and a small garden in the middle. Secretary Wu's house is on the left, on the fifth floor.

When the things were moved upstairs, Feng Yan said to Secretary Hu: "These are mostly my clothes and Shengsheng's books. You don't have to be busy. It's almost noon. Go back to eat. Leave it to me and Shengsheng." Do it yourself."

After hearing this, Secretary Hu also left.

A group of people left with a clatter, and the hustle and bustle of the moving house suddenly left only the desertedness of the mother and son.

When the people left, Feng Yan pointed to the only room with a small balcony in the three-bedroom apartment, and said to Ming Yusheng: "You will live in this room from now on. It used to be old Wu's son, and Wu Tao moved out a few years ago." , it is empty now."

Ming Yusheng walked to the door and glanced at it, slightly surprised in his heart.

Feng Yan walked back to the living room, pointed to a box and said, "You move this box to my room, the room opposite you."

Although Ming Yusheng was only 14 years old, he was tall and strong, and it was not difficult to lift a box of clothes. He followed Feng Yan's instructions and moved into the opposite room, which should be the bedroom of Feng Yan and Secretary Wu in the future.

Very simple room: solid wood floor, dark red furniture with peeling paint on the corners, the decoration is still in the style of the 90s and [-]s, there is no wallpaper or ceiling, and there is even a table in the corner next to the wardrobe. The sewing machine used by the former mistress.Fortunately, the wall is still clean, there are no traces of water leakage or cracks.

This reminded Ming Yusheng of the simple and clean room just now, which looked like it had been redecorated and replaced with a new set of furniture according to his preferences.

"Is there anything else to move?"

Feng Yan shook her head wearily: "Let's clear this box today. I want to sleep later, so don't disturb me."

Ming Yusheng then left and went to his new room.

He doesn't carry much.Feng Yan always bought his clothes for him, and he wore them every season and threw them away. Besides, he basically wore school uniforms when he went to school, so he didn't bring a few clothes.

There are quite a lot of books, most of them are reference books, and they are easy to organize. After a while, they are neatly stacked on the new bookshelf next to the desk that still smells of wood.

After clearing things, he threw himself on the bed and buried his face in the new sheets. The soft fabric was so comfortable that he rubbed against it involuntarily. A familiar faint smell of mint lingered in his nose, and he fell asleep after a while. up.

That night, Wu Yuanzong postponed a meal and came back early.

Ming Yusheng sat on an unfamiliar sofa, deepening his understanding of current affairs and politics according to the requirements of the school teacher. When he was watching the news broadcast at [-] p.m., he heard his mother, who cared for her hands like her life, cooking soup on the stove , while on the phone.

"Old Wu, are you coming back for dinner tonight? I made soup, which is your favorite old duck soup. Ahem, it's the best drink these two days... I'm not sick. I have a little cold these two days. Cough... Shengsheng? He came here with me, watching TV... you'll be right back? Okay, then I'll add two more dishes, what do you want to eat..."

After a while, the news broadcast ended and the door lock rang.

Wu Yuanzong opened the door to see the person on the sofa, and smiled.

"Is it life?"

Ming Yusheng put down the remote control and stood up. "Uncle Wu."

The man who walked in was looking at him, and he was looking at the man who would be his stepfather.

He has a stepfather before he has a father, and he will not look at a 50-year-old man from the perspective of his father.It's just that from the perspective of a young boy, he felt that the man in front of him really had the aura of a successful person, and he was a role model for him to work hard in the future.

"Hey, sit down, kid! Why are you still standing up to be polite." Wu Yuanzong quickly and calmly changed his slippers at the door, walked in with a smile, greeted Ming Yusheng and sat down again.

"Uncle doesn't know what you like, so I asked your mother. Your mother said that you like reading books and reading history books, so she bought you this set of "5000 Years Up and Down". Do you like it? You are still reading now. , read more books!"

Ming Yusheng took the plastic bag that Wu Yuanzong handed over, and it really was a set of "5000 Years Up and Down" with illustrations in hardcover, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Thank you Uncle Wu."

Although Ming Yusheng had a cold personality, he was still a child after all, his eyes would light up when he met something he liked, and Feng Yan, who came out of the kitchen with soup, saw it in his eyes.

"Old Wu is back."

"Hey, Xiaoyan, why did you bring out the soup by yourself! What if you burn your hands? Let me go, let me do it."

The man with distressed eyes immediately got up to meet him and took the soup bowl carefully.

Feng Yan said: "It's just a bowl of soup, how can you be so delicate." But after the man brought the soup to the table, he squeezed her hand and blew it carefully.

When the man lowered his head and touched the red mark on her hand with pity, the eyes of the mother and son met unexpectedly, and then moved away at the same time.

Finally, all the dishes were served, a simple four dishes and one soup.A newly baked family of three sat at the old square table.

For the first time in more than ten years, Wu Yuanzong felt that this home finally felt like a home again.

Looking at Ming Yusheng, who quietly and obediently took over the bowl of soup Feng Yan handed over, Wu Yuanzong thought of this child who had never had a father, and felt pity for him even more.

"Shengsheng is in the third year of middle school, right? In the seventh middle school?"

"Ah."

Wu Yuanzong thought about it. "Time is tight in the third grade of junior high school. Do you want to go to school near home? There are many schools nearby, and most of the children in our courtyard are in the experimental middle school next to it. The experimental middle school is not as good as the seventh middle school, but the rocket class gathers the best students in the school." The strength of the teachers must be almost the same."

Family?

Ming Yusheng was a little dazed.

Before he could say anything, Feng Yan said, "Isn't it convenient to transfer to a third school now?" Ming Yu was born in a parallel class in No. [-] Middle School. In comparison, the Rocket Class of Experimental Middle School must be a good choice.

"It's okay, I'll just ask Lao Hu to say hello. The students have good grades, so it's not inconvenient to transfer here."

That's how the transfer was settled.

Wu Yuanzong said that in the evening, he called Secretary Hu and asked him to do it tomorrow, so that he could report to the Experimental Middle School the day after tomorrow.It's only the beginning of November now, and many of the third classes of junior high school are also newly assigned after the end of the second year of junior high school, just in time to meet new classmates.

After dinner, Wu Yuanzong drank a cup of tea, then buried himself in the study to deal with some official business.

In the kitchen, Ming Yusheng was helping his mother with housework.

The couple used to live in a villa, and even a glass of water was handed to them by the nanny at home. They are rich and idle people who do not touch the sun and spring water. Now they are doing housework, and they look good. .

While washing the dishes, Feng Yan said, "Do you know what he has to say in the future?"

Ming Yusheng took the bowl washed by Feng Yan, and rinsed the foam on the rim of the bowl in the sink on the right. Hearing this, he was taken aback, as if he had realized something in his heart.

"Look at what I'm doing, did you hear what I said?" Feng Yan's voice was still cold, but it was a little more severe.

"En." Ming Yusheng nodded.

After washing the dishes, Feng Yan turned off the faucet, and grabbed Ming Yusheng who was about to leave.

"From now on, put away your desperate temper. Don't be indifferent to answers all day long. You won't lose your life if you say a few more words." Seeing that Ming Yusheng looked at her silently, Feng Yan let go of her hand and pressed He sighed silently. "Although Wu Yuanzong can't be regarded as a big man with all-hands-eyes, but in City X, you have him covering you, and you won't suffer in the future, understand?"

Ming Yusheng said, "I don't know what to say to him."

Feng Yan thought about it. "Then you always say hello, right? You call a few times a day, come down 65 days a year, and live in the same house and you are familiar."

"I called him today."

Feng Yan stopped rubbing her forehead and glared at him sideways. "Call twice more."

"Is it useful to call twice?"

Feng Yan choked on her son's blunt words.

After a while. "Call twice a day, I'll buy you "Three Kingdoms"!"

Ming Yusheng felt that this was a good idea, so he nodded happily.

The author has something to say: a story that popped up in my head, everyone just enjoy watching it, watch carefully~