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?? The figure that flashed past was quite tall, but not strong. He had a gentle figure.Her hair was combed meticulously, a few strands of hair floated up when she dodged, and her glasses slipped a little.

?? Meng Tinghe only saw this from the corner of his eye.

??But after getting along for so many years, I will never admit my mistake.

??Meng Tinghe subconsciously pressed his index finger and pursed his lips to look in that direction.

?? But with Meng Xingyu's character, how could this be possible.

?? What's more, they haven't communicated well for more than a year.

?? The last time Meng Xingyu talked to him was during Chinese New Year.

?? It's not a good thing to say.

At that time, Liu Shuyun hadn't seen his son for more than half a year. Half a month before the Chinese New Year, he called Meng Tinghe every day to urge him to go home, and Liu Wenzheng waited anxiously for his return.

??Meng Tinghe was not willing to refuse Liu Shuyun's request, and A flew back to Beijing within a few days of his winter vacation.

??It wasn't New Year's Eve that day, and the Meng family's main house had no other relatives, so it was a little too deserted.

??Meng Tinghe held an umbrella to block the falling snow, and walked slowly towards the main house with his suitcase.

?? When passing by the sentry box at the gate of the manor, someone in Meng Tinghe's ear called him in surprise: "Young master, you are finally back?"

??Meng Tinghe stopped in his tracks, smiled and nodded at the other party: "Uncle Fang."

?? Fang Bo walked out of the sentry box, shivering from the cold, rubbed his hands and said, "Go in quickly, it's too cold outside, and the wind is still strong." After speaking, he watched the snow on Meng Tinghe's shoulders melt The traces, some distressed.

??When did the young master go home and was picked up by car in a good way? When did he walk back in the winter??

??Meng Tinghe waved at him and walked into the depths of the manor.

?? The main house is quite a distance from the gate.When he was young, he and Liu Wenzheng played all over the manor, even if he didn't come back for half a year, he was very familiar with every section of the road.

?? "Xiaohe! Here!"

??Two people came out from the other side of the path.

??Liu Shuyun put on light makeup and a rose red coat, and greeted her with Liu Wenzheng.

??Meng Tinghe quickly approached them, bent down and let Liu Shuyun hug him: "Mom, Xiaozheng."

"Brother." Liu Wenzheng looked at him from the side.

??Meng Tinghe's smile deepened, he turned around and hugged Liu Wenzheng, and patted him on the back.

??Liu Wenzheng bowed his head contentedly, and secretly compared his height with his brother.

??The place where they stood was the main road leading to the main house, spacious and deserted.

?? A car slowly stopped behind them.

??Liu Wenzheng was facing the car. When he finished rubbing his head and saw the person getting off the back seat of the car, he subconsciously tightened his arms, not wanting his brother and his father to run into each other.

?? After all, it was too dark that night.

??Meng Tinghe patted Liu Wenzheng on the head: "What's wrong?"

??Liu Wenzheng hesitated for a few seconds, before he knew how to speak, Meng Xingyu had already spoken.

??"came back?"

??Meng Xingyu's voice was as calm and dignified as he was.

?? Hearing his voice, Meng Tinghe paused, then gently broke away from Liu Wenzheng, and turned around.

?? After half a year, the father and son stood face to face again.

??Meng Tinghe responded, "Yes."

??Meng Xingyu frowned, a little dissatisfied that Meng Tinghe didn't call him.

"Since you're back." Meng Xingyu thought silently about the fact that Meng Tinghe didn't call him, but his mouth was still very cold, "Then you should have figured it out."

??——Meng Xingyu said when he drove Meng Tinghe out, if you can't change it, get out.

?? The atmosphere instantly cooled down.

?? Liu Shuyun glared at her husband angrily, wanted to say something to Meng Tinghe but dared not speak.

??Meng Tinghe looked at his father flatly: "I have always understood what I was thinking."

??Meng Xingyu has been in the top position for many years, and has a cold personality. Hearing what his son said, he blurted out: "I don't understand? Then what are you doing when you come back?"

??Meng Tinghe didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

?? Just like the silent resistance that night.

??Meng Tinghe's eyebrows and eyes mostly follow Liu Shuyun, delicate and beautiful.The more Meng Xingyu watched his son doing well, the more he couldn't bear what might happen.His years of pent-up anger and concern over the kidnapping and all that nonsense were almost uncontrollable.

??The words are exported again, and they are indifferent and unreasonable.

?? "Can't you act like a normal person?"

??The cold wind was bitter, and the landscape tree next to it was overwhelmed and lost a broken branch.

??Meng Xingyu realized what he said, pushed his glasses to hide his annoyance.

?? Liu Wenzheng grabbed Meng Tinghe's sleeve nervously, for fear that they would fight again.

?? Before Meng Xingyu could say something to save him, Meng Tinghe had already spoken.

?? "Dad, I don't want to quarrel with you. But I was born, no matter how much you say, I can't change it."

?? Normal people.

??Can.

??——No.

??Meng Tinghe almost sighed and said these words at the end, "Dad, I just like men."

??After speaking, he opened the suitcase, gave Liu Shuyun the prepared New Year gift, and gave Liu Wenzheng a set of Wusan and hand-painted albums to senior year Liu Wenzheng.

After finishing all this, Meng Tinghe lowered his voice a lot and said to them: "Happy New Year. I'm leaving."

??"elder brother!"

??Liu Wenzheng grabbed his sleeve, walked a few steps forward together, and finally let go of his hand in frustration under his brother's gentle eyes.

??Behind him, Liu Shuyun angrily punched Meng Xingyu: "Xiaohe finally came back, you have to talk like this?!"

?? "..."

??Meng Xingyu's momentum was very weak, and it took him a while to explain: "Sorry, I couldn't control it."

?? "You have to talk to Xiaohe about this." Liu Shuyun was still angry and didn't even look at him, "Forget it, I'm trying to save face, so I don't bother to say anything about you."

??…

??Meng Tinghe's ears could not be heard clearly.

?? Going forward, the dispute behind me also weakened, and the sound of the suitcase being rolled on the stone road became the only sound other than the wind.

??…

??————

?? It was completely unhappy that day.

?? So how could that figure be his father Meng Xingyu.

?? With an unbelievable and absurd mood, Meng Tinghe turned around and strode towards the car.

??A closer look, the car is indeed the most common Volkswagen car. Looking through the windshield, the interior of the car is empty, and there is nothing to identify it.

??Standing in front of the car for a while, Meng Tinghe walked towards the street where the figure disappeared.

?? Turning the past is a snack street, and there are many people in winter.Meng Tinghe quickly scanned around the people on the street, but did not find his father.

??He stood where he was, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he wanted to do.

"Young man, what are you looking for? Do you need help?" Next to Meng Tinghe was a small cart selling roasted sweet potatoes. The aunt had no customers for the time being, so she chatted with him enthusiastically.

??Meng Tinghe shook his head and said, "Thank you, no need."

??The aunt guessed that it was too cold, so she took a roasted sweet potato and dug it up and ate it. She said vaguely, "You are looking for someone like this. I have been at the street corner, maybe I can help you."

??Meng Tinghe hesitated for a while, and asked her: "Did you see anyone running past just now?"

"Just now? Let me think about it," the aunt swallowed the sweet potato, recalling with a frown, "There is a young couple and a child who ran over, are you looking for them?"

??Meng Tinghe sighed: "No, thank you."

?? He blew the cold wind for a while at the street entrance, and walked back to the original street.

??…

?? Street, in a shop called "Children's Heart Candy Store", Meng Xingyu stood among a group of young parents and children, looking out of place.

??The salesperson looked at the serious middle-aged man and kept smiling: "What do you need, sir?"

??Meng Xingyu came back to his senses.

??He didn't know why, but he wanted to run into this store the moment Meng Tinghe turned his head despite being a father.

??It is probably because of guilt, and I can't get over the hurdles in my heart.

??——When passing the small cart of roasted sweet potatoes, the old lady was lowering her head to add carbon, so she didn't see Meng Xingyu.

??Meng Xingyu was so embarrassed. Hearing the salesperson's question, he said politely and politely, "Let me see for myself."

??The salesperson nodded and blew up a balloon to a kid who was clamoring to buy more.

??On the shelf next to Meng Xingyu is a row of big white rabbit milk candy—the candy that Meng Tinghe loved to eat when he was a child.

??The scent of milk candy stands out among all the gaudy candy flavors.

??Meng Xingyu raised his hand and took a bag.

?? When paying the bill, although Meng Xingyu restrained his aura, the cashier girl still felt like facing the big boss.

??And there is always an illusion that I have seen him in the financial newspaper...

??Her hands were shaking when scanning the QR code: "Thank you for your patronage."

??Meng Xingyu walked out of the shop with a pack of toffee he bought out of nowhere.

?? Meng Tinghe was no longer on the street.