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Yan Hean said to me: "You raised Vito very well."

Although not long ago, Vito was maliciously slandered by others because of their attitude, but at this time, I think their words should be sincere.

I just smiled politely. At that time, I didn't think about what he meant, and what the overly doting eyes he looked at Vito meant.

After four hours of flying, we arrived in Hong Kong.

Yan Minglang is no stranger to Hong Kong, so I didn't need to do any homework before coming here, and he took care of everything.It was already evening when we arrived at the reserved hotel, we settled down and tidied up, and instead of eating at the hotel restaurant, we followed Yan Minglang to the street.

Because they were out for fun, everyone dressed casually. The three men were wearing sweatshirts and shorts with flip flops. Vito was wearing a cute sailor suit, and Su Meilan was wearing a long cheongsam skirt in light green with cyan patterns.I have to say that even though this lady has fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her skin is well maintained. She looks at least ten years younger. Passers-by, especially foreigners, will pay more attention to such an oriental beauty.

Instead of taking a ride, we walked to a long-established snack bar very close to the hotel.The streets of Hong Kong are extremely bustling, and the street food bars at night are crowded with people, but we did not queue up and were invited to the private room upstairs.

Seeing my unexpected questioning gaze, Yan Minglang told me that the son of the owner of this store works in Yan's, knew that we were coming to Hong Kong, and made arrangements for us early.Originally, there are so many kinds of snacks in Hong Kong, and I couldn’t eat them all at once, so I planned to bring us here for supper every day.

I have always paid attention to eating, and I suddenly became happy.

We each ordered Chezai Noodles, Fish Maw Chicken Rice Noodles, BBQ Pork Buns according to our own preferences and interests, and ordered a few more dim sum, each with a cup of poplar nectar. In line with the principle of not wasting, we did not order too much.One week is enough for us to taste most of the Hong Kong delicacies.

Maybe it’s because it’s rare to come out to play. When he first arrived in Hong Kong, Vito’s spirit was very good. It’s obviously unreasonable to ask him to go back to the hotel to sleep all of a sudden. So I asked him if he could really hold on and got a positive answer. Afterwards, we took a bus to Temple Street, the most famous night market in Hong Kong.

It is completely different from the prosperity of high-rise buildings. The folk customs here are very strong, and there are many large and small stalls on the roadside, which are miscellaneous but not chaotic.

There are all kinds of things for sale, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are very cheap.In fact, the things here are just for the Yan family to look at at most, and they are not here to buy things, but to experience the real life of Hong Kong people.

I did buy a few small things for Vito, not worth much, but very local. Vito couldn't put it down so much that Yan He'an and Su Meilan were also addicted to shopping. They bought a few strange things when they saw them, and they made a big bag of everything.

There is also a mahjong restaurant on the side of the road. Mahjong has been passed down in country Z since ancient times. Vito and I were very curious, so we found a shop and went in for a while.

Anyway, I can't see why, I just think the vivid expressions on the faces of those old men playing mahjong are very interesting. You just need to take a look to know who will kill the Quartet tonight and who will lose completely. I can't hear those things at all The understandable Hong Kong style of laughing and cursing is not pleasant to the ears, but it makes people feel like they are in it.

Coming out of the mahjong hall, we saw a fortune-telling booth.

There were quite a lot of people in front of the fortune-telling booth. Hong Kong people seemed to be more superstitious than people elsewhere, as Xue Qing could tell.

Yan Minglang asked me: "Do you want to experience it?"

Although I was a little curious, I shook my head: "No need, there are so many people, I'm too lazy to wait."

Yan Minglang did not persuade, but when we all reached the corner of the street, we saw a fortune-telling booth that no one cared about.

This kind of business is not good, probably because the calculation is not accurate. I don't really believe this, but like Yan Minglang said, I just want to experience it, so I led Vito to the booth.

The stall owner was an old man with a goatee and a mandarin jacket, who was lying on a recliner drowsy. When he saw us approaching, he was taken aback for a moment, got up lazily, and asked the question in Mandarin with a strong accent. say something.

My Chinese is not good at all, and his accent is too strong, so I can't understand him at all.

Fortunately, the English of Hong Kong people is not bad, and the speaking is not standard, but the communication is no problem.

The fortune teller asked me whether I wanted to draw lots, calculate horoscopes, or read palms. I didn’t know what the difference was, but I didn’t remember the exact time of my birth, and the drawing of lots felt like luck, so I chose to read palms.

He asked me to stretch out one hand and looked at it for a while, with his head lowered and his eyes raised, looking at me with reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression looked a bit funny.

He spoke a lot of terms, some of which he couldn't translate in English, and he mixed in a few Cantonese and Mandarin from time to time. After speaking for a long time, I could barely understand it. Worry about food and clothing.

I probably understand why his business is not good. He said good things that customers like to hear, but there is no point.

I originally came here for fortune-telling just for fun, and I didn't take it seriously. I paid the money and prepared to leave.

The fortune teller suddenly let out a "huh".

I thought he was playing tricks, and said with a smile: "What other ideas do you have, Master?"

Turning around, I found that he was looking at Vito, then at me, then at Yan Minglang, and stroked the goatee on his chin, with a strange expression on his face: "Strange, really strange, two gentlemen, who is the one?" Is it his father?"

My expression froze, I took Vito's hand and forced a smile.

We didn't pay attention to the "nonsense" of the fortune teller, but I was out of my mind all the way, and I didn't even dare to make eye contact with Yan Minglang.

I always feel sorry for him.

Although I am apprehensive about the future, part of the reason is that I missed the opportunity to explain clearly to him. After a long time, I don’t know where to start.

It was already midnight when we got back to the hotel, we went back to our room with Vito, we took a shower, brushed our teeth and went to bed together.Playing so late, I thought Vito would fall asleep soon, but I didn't expect that I had some insomnia, and he didn't sleep for a long time.

Hearing the sound of him turning over from time to time, I turned on the bedside lamp, his eyes were bright, and he was not half sleepy.

I lay on my side with my head propped up, and asked him softly, "Why aren't you asleep? Are you uncomfortable?"

He blinked, looked at me for a moment, and shook his head.

I touched his back. Children are very angry, and their backs are always sweaty when they sleep. I asked, "Is it too hot? Do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

"Fortunately."

"Then what's the matter with you, you've been on the plane for so long and played all night, aren't you tired?"

He put his arms around my waist, twisted and arched into my arms.

"dad."

"Ok?"

"I..." He stopped after only one word.

"What's wrong?" I laughed, "Is there anything you can't say to Dad?"

He hugged my arm tightly, and after a while, he said: "It's okay, Dad, I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep."

I gave a "huh" and patted his back lightly, watching him breathe slowly and evenly, I didn't think much about it.I have always felt that no matter how high his IQ is, he is still just a child after all, and there are some things that even adults can't understand, so why would he think about it?

But in fact, children's intuition and imagination are the most amazing.

Hong Kong is a mecca for shopping and a paradise for children.There are both Disneyland and Ocean Park.There is the dazzling Victoria Harbor and various museums where you can learn knowledge.There is no way to visit all the places in Hong Kong that can be visited in just seven days.

Apart from the night of arrival, Vito was happy every day for the next six days.Gradually, he got acquainted with Yan He'an and his wife. Every day when they played, he would hold their hands and run around. Yan Minglang and I followed behind, which gave us some more leisure time.

During this trip to Hong Kong, the relationship between me and Yan Minglang’s parents has eased a lot. I found that these two people are not difficult to get along with each other day and night.The Yan family seems to have a common problem, that is, they don't pretend to talk to people they don't like. Once they like someone, they will always do everything that can be good for him.

They have changed so much that I don't understand it. Last time I asked Yan Minglang, he said I was a masochist, so I didn't bother to ask again.Maybe it was because they knew they couldn't change their son, so they started trying to accept me.

Apart from this, I can't think of any other reason.

But it's fine, as long as they don't do anything to hurt Vito, I don't mind getting along with them.How to put it, they are also Vito's grandfather and grandmother in blood, and it is great that they can get close to Vito.

After a few days of play, we returned to the mainland. On the plane, the two old people hesitated to talk several times.

Seeing their embarrassment, I had no choice but to ask, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Yan Hean coughed and gave Su Meilan a look.

Professor Su faltered, and finally summoned up his courage: "Shaw, you see that we have gotten along well with Vito these few days, and we are really reluctant to part ways all of a sudden. Can you let him stay with us for a few days after he goes back?"

I didn't know how to answer for a while.

Vito turned his face and said to me: "Dad, grandma said that their collection of books is as large as a library, and the study room is several times larger than that of Uncle Yan's. There are also many out-of-print books, can I go and have a look? "

Well, here are two more guys who know how to seduce Vito.

In the end, I agreed to Vito to stay in Yan's mansion for a few days. In fact, I was not afraid of Vito's mischief, he was not the kind of child who would cause trouble to others.