your majesty please nod

Comfortingly said: "The old man has lived most of his life, what has he not seen? He is happy that we can go there, the gift is just a little thought."

Liu Mingyan glared at him: "Remember to change your words later!"

Zhang Yi scratched his head: "Got it..."

You can not listen to my father, but you have to listen to your daughter-in-law.

The car drove all the way to the half-mountain villa outside the city, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has an elegant environment.

There are not many residents in the community, but the people living in it are all real rich and powerful, occupying a large piece of geomantic treasure land.

Even the well-informed taxi boss smiled and said: "I have only heard of it before, but I have never been here. People who can come and go here don't need to call a taxi, right?"

Zhang Yi also smiled and said, "I haven't been back for a long time, too."

Looking at the familiar scenery around him, Zhang Yi felt a little emotional.

When he left home ten years ago, he swore never to return.

In the eyes of others, those who can live here are the lucky ones. Only Zhang Yi knows that he has spent his lonely childhood and rebellious youth here, and he has been avoiding and not wanting to remember his mother. The night of the accident.

Unknowingly, the car arrived at the door of the house.

Father Zhang was reading the morning newspaper in the pavilion in the garden, and a pot of fragrant tea on the stone table was billowing with white smoke.

Seeing them coming, he put down the newspaper in his hand and walked to the gate.

Knowing that they were coming, the door opened early, but Zhang Yi stood at the door, unable to take that step no matter what.

The two father and son looked at each other for a long time at the door, their expressions a little unnatural.

"Hello, Uncle." Liu Mingyan winked there for a long time, but Zhang Yi couldn't say anything, so he had to say hello first.

Zhang Shuncheng nodded: "Come in, don't stand at the door."

Only then did Zhang Yi follow his father into the door, feeling more like a guest.

When he entered the house, he was surprised to find that the decoration style of the house had not changed. Although the furniture and walls had been refurbished, the general situation was still exactly the same as when he left home.

You must know that this is an old style from the 90s of last century. It has been repaired many times in other people's homes, but the decoration of Zhang Shuncheng's home, who is the richest man in one party, is so old-fashioned.

"It's better to keep the old ones." Zhang Shuncheng greeted them to sit down, "Look at this rosewood sofa. I remember when I bought it, you were still in school. I still feel sorry for you accidentally scratching off a corner. It's been a long time."

Zhang Yi sat down, touched the missing corner, and looked very nostalgic: "You were very angry at that time, calling me a prodigal, saying that this sofa would be worth several million if it was well preserved. Ask whether you are more important than the sofa or your son."

Both father and son smiled and said nothing.

After a while of silence, Liu Mingyan came out again to warm up the scene: "Uncle, I asked a friend to bring this: Yellow rice wine made from old mountain ginseng. A cup after dinner will prolong your life."

Father Zhang got up and took Liu Mingyan's gift: "If you are interested, just come and sit down, and it's still so expensive."

"It should be, just a little care."

Father Zhang looked at the wine for a while, then nodded appreciatively: "12 year old, good wine."

Seeing that Zhang's father was satisfied, Liu Mingyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Yi, you're back."

Following the prestige, a sister-in-law came from the direction of the kitchen, holding some tea in her hand.

Seeing her, Zhang Yi stood up with a smile, looking very cheerful: "Sister-in-law Wu!"

As he spoke, he went to take the saucer from Aunt Wu's hand and put it on the table.

Turning around and giving Aunt Wu a big hug again: "My Aunt Wu, are you okay?"

"Okay, I'm fine with everything, I just miss you so much." Aunt Wu's eyes were moist, "Come on, let Aunt Wu take a good look at you. Ouch, you've lost weight! I'll eat more of my cooking later." !"

"Okay, I miss your soup!"

Liu Mingyan at the side also stood up: "Sister-in-law Wu, hello."

He had done enough homework last night and knew that Aunt Wu was Zhang Yi's closest nanny.Zhang Yi has been with him since he was a child, so it can be said that he is half a mother.

Zhang Yi introduced Liu Mingyan beside him, a little embarrassed: "Sister-in-law Wu, this is my family..."

"Hello." Mrs. Wu is also generous, as long as the young master likes it, he likes it too.

Liu Mingyan also brought a gift to Sister-in-law Wu: "A little bit of care, please accept it."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you."

Aunt Wu exchanged a few words with them, and was busy cooking again, so she turned around and went into the kitchen again.

After Mrs. Wu left, Zhang Yi didn't sit down again, but turned around and said to his father, "I'm going to see my mother."

After speaking, he took Liu Mingyan and walked to the inner hall.

The inner hall was originally a small study room, but since Mama Zhang passed away, it has become a solemn mourning hall, enshrining her spiritual tablet and portrait.

Zhang Yi walked in silently, respected the three pillars of fragrance, knelt down on the futon again, and kowtowed three times.

"My son is not filial, so I only come to see your old man now."

Although Zhang Yi also went to visit the grave after returning to China, but it was the first time in ten years that he went home to worship her.

Zhang Yi fell on the ground and didn't get up for a long time, there was a faint sobbing sound.

Liu Mingyan walked to his side, knelt down and patted his back slowly.

When Zhang Yi came over slowly, he wiped his eyes and got up, and put on a faint smile again.

He put his arms around Liu Mingyan's shoulders and introduced to his mother's portrait: "Mom, I brought Mingyan to see you when I came back this time. Son, I am very happy to tell you that I have found a partner worthy of my life! I have found my happiness, and you may rest in heaven."

Liu Mingyan closed his eyes and clasped his hands together: "Mother Zhang blesses Zhang Yi to be safe and sound, and don't cause trouble for me in the future."

Zhang Yi pinched his face: "Oh, it's the first time we meet, and you're going to sue your mother-in-law?"

Liu Mingyan turned around and stared at him: "Your mother just told me quietly that if you dare to bully me, she will come to you at night."

Zhang Yi withdrew his hand sullenly: "It's fine if you don't bully me."

The two laughed for a while, then solemnly kowtowed to Mama Zhang, and then walked out.

After leaving the inner hall, Zhang Yi brought Liu Mingyan upstairs again with great interest: "Go, let me show you my room."

Zhang Yi opened the door, just as he thought, nothing in the room had changed.

Liu Mingyan also saw what the room of the eldest son of a rich family was.

The whole room was as big as their house, with a big bed big enough for two people in the middle.

Once the screen on the left is opened, there is a wardrobe full of clothes, and further inside is an independent bathroom.

Once the screen on the right is opened, it is a place for learning and playing.A desk, several cabinets of books, and a large-screen TV occupy the entire wall. The game console dance mats played in the past, and even the model airplanes played in childhood are also well preserved.

Liu Mingyan could see Zhang Yi's father's good intentions, he had been waiting for his son to come home.

Zhang Yi, on the other hand, was heartless, sitting down on the bed, playing with the model airplane in his hand: "I don't know if I can still fly..."

Liu Mingyan snatched the model from his hand: "Don't worry about playing, you haven't finished the task I gave you today!"

Zhang Yi smiled: "I haven't forgotten, I'm just repairing it..."

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Yi lowered his head: "The old man used to take me out to play with model airplanes whenever he was free."

The two fiddled upstairs for a long time before going downstairs again.

One held a model airplane in his hand and walked up to Father Zhang.

"Uncle, we just found something good upstairs. I don't know if this plane can still fly. Let's put it in the open space outside."

Under Liu Mingyan's warm invitation, Zhang Shuncheng nodded with a smile. He hadn't gone out for a long time.

A group of people came to a piece of grass outside, and after a while, two model planes flew into the sky leisurely.

Although the fuselage is aging and it makes a buzzing sound when flying, it does not reduce the fun of the year.

The father and son each held a remote control to control the plane below, and saw that the plane flew farther and farther, higher and higher...

"Old man, you are old, you see your plane can't fly me!"

Zhang Yi was a little proud, but he had never won against his father back then.

"Hey, brat, don't worry, you should know that ginger is still hot!"

Zhang's father refused to admit defeat, and moved the joystick, and the plane went up again with a buzz.

The father and son chased after each other and had a great time.

Liu Mingyan was sitting on a short tree stump not far away, smiling and watching the two of them laughing happily.

I was having fun when suddenly a gust of wind blew up.

Father Zhang's plane flew a little far away, lost control when the wind blew, and stuck in a big tree.

"Ouch, it's reimbursed!"

Zhang's father ran over and saw that the model plane was stuck on the branch, it was not damaged much, and it could fly again after it was repaired.

He rubbed his hands, grabbed the big tree trunk, stepped on the tree hole, and wanted to climb up.

As soon as I exerted force, I felt a dull pain in my old waist, and I couldn't exert my strength.

If it was back then, such a trivial matter would not be under his command, so he would have gone up.

I was a little bit unwilling to admit defeat, gritted my teeth, and wanted to try again...

The son patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Dad, let me come, don't get hurt."

Father Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then moved away.

I saw that Zhang Yi rolled up his sleeves, stepped on it with a strong step, his movements were very vigorous, and he reached the top in two or three strokes.

Father Zhang wiped his sweat from below, and smiled with relief: Good boy, you have the demeanor of your old man back then!

After a while, Zhang Yi came down from the tree, holding a model airplane in his hand.

"Can it still be used? No