There is a wife at home

After listening to Guo Zihua's words quietly, Guo Yi sat on the chair on the balcony, his face turned pale, and he looked into the distance with some ecstasy, squinting his eyes slightly, his eyes were out of focus.

The cold wind was blowing, the typhoon just reported by the weather forecast last night made landfall, today's sky immediately turned gray, with gusts of biting cold wind whizzing past, but Guo Yi didn't seem to feel the cold at all.

"Uncle..."

Guo Zihua couldn't help calling him, his voice trembling.

"You go into the room, I want to sit alone for a while."

Guo Yi's voice couldn't hear any emotion, every word seemed to be the same as usual, Guo Zihua opened his mouth, wanting him to enter the room to be warmer, but when the words came to his lips, he still couldn't say it in the end, and said without saying a word. He stood up, opened the glass door, and turned around to enter the room. Guo Zihua didn't dare to go far, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room, staring out the window.

Guo Yi sat alone on the wicker chair for a long time, took a deep breath, covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, and felt the heat between his fingers.

At ten o'clock, Guo Zihua called Fang Huaiming and asked him to pick up Guo Xiaonian after school. At noon, the father and father had a casual meal outside. Too many things happened at home these days, and my aunt was also given a few days off. Coming back is also a cold pot and a cold stove.

Just like that, after more than an hour, Guo Zihua couldn't sit still anymore, picked up a blanket from the sofa, hesitated for a moment, opened the door and went to the balcony, Guo Zihua squatted down beside Guo Yi, covered Guo Yi with the blanket, Consciously or unintentionally touched Guo Yi's hand, sure enough, it was cold.

Guo Zihua's eyes were hot, he tried to suppress the choking in his heart, tried his best to smile, and said to Guo Yi: "Uncle, it's almost twelve o'clock, do you want to eat anything? I'll make it for you."

Guo Yi didn't make a sound, and Guo Zihua looked up. Although the marks were not deep, she knew that Guo Yi had cried.

Guo Zihua raised his hand to quickly wipe away the tears falling from his eyes, and continued to smile: "You can't be hungry all the time, right? I promised Brother Qing that I will take good care of you. If you get hungry, see you later Brother Qing, how do you want me to explain?"

Guo Yi reacted when he heard Mu Qing's name, and looked up at Guo Zihua.

Guo Zihua knew that Guo Yi would react only when he heard Mu Qing's name, but Mu Qing's name was a wound in his heart, and she had to use another person to save Guo Yi from life.

"Speaking of which, Zizhang is really similar to you. You love to eat fish, but you don't eat fish without scales. He is also like you. You like to eat roast chicken. Every time you stewed chicken soup before, you would secretly take the chicken bones. Give it to me, and tell me that the nutrition is in the chicken bones, but I really believe it, obviously you think the stewed chicken is tasteless!"

"Zizhang likes roast chicken?" Guo Yi finally spoke.

Guo Zihua swallowed the bitterness of the monkey head, and nodded vigorously: "Yes, I like to eat it, especially the garlic in the roast chicken. He only picks those garlic to eat, the more rotten the more he likes it."

"Heh," Guo Yi smiled lightly, "this is like his father, who loves to eat garlic."

"Yes... yes!" Guo Zihua stretched out his hand and held Guo Yi's hand tightly, "Uncle, Zizhang has you in his heart, he already knew you were his father, and he has endured all these years, Uncle , you should make it up to him, and stop letting him be a child without a father or a mother."

"Brother is still good to him."

"That's right, but my dad is not his real dad after all. They have been close and not close these years. My mother... you know my mother. After Han Han, I became even more negligent towards Zizhang, Uncle, there are some loves that not everyone can give, what Zizhang wants, only you can give, and this is what you owe him."

Guo Yi pursed his lips, tilted his head and asked, "Is he doing well?"

"Physiologically, I don't know, at least psychologically, it won't get better. What you said to him in the hospital must have made him very upset."

Guo Yi also regrets it now, he shouldn't have said that at the time, it was Mu Qing's son, so it was naturally different.

Guo Yi stood up holding the blanket, walked into the house, and said to Guo Zizhang, "Call Zizhang and ask him if he has had lunch. I'll cook."

"Hey, I'll call Zizhang right away." Guo Zihua responded with joy, tears streaming down his face, but this time he was not sad, but full of hope.

When Guo Zihua called Guo Zizhang, Guo Zizhang had just finished talking to Guo Jingjing about being a godfather, but Guo Zihua didn't say anything, just kept urging him to come over quickly.

"Sister, I'm not in the urban area now, and it will take at least an hour's drive to go back."

"Even for ten hours, you have to come back quickly, hurry up, by the way, didn't you eat lunch? Don't eat, come back quickly, hurry up, do you hear me? That's it, I'll wait for you."

After Guo Zihua finished speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Guo Zizhang a chance to refuse. Guo Zihua was full of excitement. After thinking about it, he went to the kitchen again, opened the door carefully, and said to Guo Yi who was busy in the kitchen: "Uncle, son Zhang said that he is on his way here, but it is a bit far away, and it may take an hour."

"Yeah." Guo Yi replied without turning his head, and rummaged through the refrigerator to see if there were any other ingredients that could be used.

After one o'clock in the noon, Guo Zizhang finally arrived. The door Guo Zihua came to visit was completely different from that in the morning. At this moment, Guo Zihua looked happy. When he saw Guo Zizhang, he didn't even let people change his shoes, and dragged him to the living room. lira.

"Come on, come over to Zizhang."

Guo Zihua pushed Guo Zizhang, Guo Zizhang was pushed all the way into the living room, and just called out: "Eldest sister..."

Turning around, I saw Guo Yi sitting on the seat, only looking at him.

Guo Zizhang's face froze, trying to suppress his emotions, he called out: "Uncle."

Guo Yi didn't respond, and only said one word: "Sit down." Sit down, Zizhang. "

Guo Zihua arranged Guo Zizhang to sit down next to Guo Yi, and then she sat down next to Guo Zizhang, pointed to the food on the table and said to him: "Zizhang, these dishes are made by my uncle. They are all your favorite dishes, try them quickly." Guo Zizhang was shocked, and his eyes looked at Guo Yi's face in surprise.

Guo Yi picked up the chopsticks and gave him a piece of fish: "Try it."

Guo Zizhang took a while to react, looked at the fish in the bowl, then at Guo Yi, picked up the chopsticks eagerly, picked up the piece of fish, and put it into his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Guo Yi asked.

Guo Zizhang didn't dare to look up at him, sobbed, nodded and said, "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good." Guo Yi removed the fish head and tail for him, put them into his own bowl, and gave the best piece of meat in the middle to Guo Zizhang.

Seeing this scene, Guo Zihua tilted his head and kept wiping away tears, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was genuine.

After a late lunch, Guo Zihua took out a game of chess and gave it to Guo Yi and Guo Zizhang. The chess pieces were still in the shape of cartoons. Guo Zihua smiled and said, "This is usually played by Ming Huaijiao Xiaonian. There is nothing else at home. You two will be there."

As he spoke, he didn't give them a chance to refuse, and directly arranged the chess pieces for them.

"Then let's play two sets." Guo Yi said this.

"Okay." Guo Zizhang naturally would not refuse.

In this way, the two exchanged chess skills. Guo Zizhang was not very good at playing chess, at most he knew the rules of the game, but that afternoon, Guo Yi was surprisingly patient, and taught him over and over again for hours. Guo Zizhang's mind turned quickly, and he learned some tricks after studying for a long time, which did not disappoint Guo Yi.

The father and son kept silent about the hospital. Although Guo Zizhang was still called uncle, the distance between the two had undoubtedly improved a lot.

Guo Jingjing finally saw He Fanxing at noon the next day. The night before yesterday, Mrs. Zhang was worried about Zhang Qing and stayed overnight. Guo Jingjing called and did not ask He Fanxing to come again. He was not allowed to pick him up the next day, so he came by himself by bus. After attending classes all morning, he went to the house in the community for lunch at noon. When He Fanxing saw him, he still smiled gently.

It's not that He Fanxing didn't notice something was wrong with Guo Jingjing. During the meal, Guo Jingjing looked up at him several times. He clearly wanted to say something, but he didn't want to speak first. He Fanxing stayed with him until the meal was over. After washing the dishes and chopsticks, they dragged the angry Guo Jingjing into the room together.

"Tell me, what do you want to ask?" He Fanxing pulled the man to sit down on the sofa, took a blanket from the side, and covered Guo Jingjing's lower abdomen.

Guo Jingjing raised his head and looked at He Fanxing. He was never a person who beat around the bush. Looking at He Fanxing, he asked, "Isn't Guo Zizhang's uncle the same person from back then?"

Guo Jingjing once doubted Guo Zizhang for no reason, but He Fanxing said that Guo Zizhang's age did not match. Guo Jingjing had already met Guo Yi, and he knew that Guo Yi and Guo Zizhang looked very similar. The grade is just right.

If Guo Zizhang hadn't called He Fanxing beforehand, He Fanxing would have been really surprised at the moment. He didn't expect Guo Jingjing to have guessed it. The matter has come to this point, and it is impossible to hide it.

He Fanxing didn't want to lie to Guo Jingjing either, so he nodded and said, "If nothing else happens, the two of them were indeed a couple back then."

"What about Guo Zizhang? Is Guo Zizhang... my father's son?" Guo Jingjing said with a hoarse voice.

He Fanxing sighed, held Guo Jingjing's hand with both hands, and said, "Ah Jing, whether Zizhang is their child or not, you are your father's son."

Guo Jingjing was stunned, and didn't answer for a while, because he knew, and he guessed right again.

Guo Zizhang is the son of his father and Guo Yisheng, their own son. It is impossible for Guo Jingjing not to be sad. With his own blood family, Zhang Qing is still his only one, but he is no longer Zhang Qing's only one, and Guo Jingjing feels somewhat uneasy and disappointed. Guo Zizhang’s name, isn’t it?”

He Fanxing looked at Guo Jingjing's empty eyes, frowned and couldn't speak for a while, his face was full of distress.