Long Island High School

A few days later, He Jiaqi said that he would take him and You Xing to the amusement park on weekends.He Wenzhou tilted his head and smiled: "Dad, don't give a bad check, just say, what do you want me to do?"

He Jiaqi patted him on the head and scolded with a smile: "You brat, I don't know what to do. I'm here for your brother."

His father is in his 40s, has not put on weight yet, and is on the rise in his career, so he still looks very handsome.His father fastened the buttons of his shirt cuffs and told him: "Remember, call your brother over for dinner on Saturday, don't leave at night, we will leave the next day."

He was a little surprised when his father said it with a nose and eyes: "Is it true?"

"Just wait and see."

He Wenzhou almost jumped up, you know he didn't believe his father's words since he was five years old, and he would forget his birthday every year.What did you do?work.The days when his father was with him were few and far between.

His dad is crazy?

On the weekend, He Wenzhou got up early in the morning.Eagerly looking around in each room, he secretly checked to see if his dad was up.As soon as he reached the crack of the bedroom door, his father came out in his nightgown: "You brat, you're so scary!"

"My mother didn't wake up?"

He Jiaqi stopped him from looking back, closed the door, and gently admonished: "Don't disturb her."

He was very gentle even to his son, so He Wenzhou was not afraid, and followed his father downstairs, watching his father enter the kitchen for the first time and start cooking.

He muttered, "Are you really going?"

He Jiaqi yawned with a smile: "Am I like someone who doesn't talk?"

He nodded: "Like, no, you are."

He Jiaqi was helpless: "Hurry up and wash and eat for me!"

He Wenzhou screamed, and ran upstairs to call You Xing.You Xing fell into a hazy sleep, and was pulled up by him to watch his father cook.

One big and one small watched He Jiaqi cook behind the bar.The older one grinned, lying on the bar counter as if suffering from ADHD; the younger one rubbed his eyes and was still asleep.

What's so interesting about uncle's cooking? You Xing watched it for a while, feeling quite bored, lying on the sofa and wanting to sleep.But He Wenzhou looked at it without blinking. He Jiaqi was also very good at cooking, but he rarely showed up. Now he fried two eggs, baked bread, made coffee and milk by himself, and asked You Xing: "My brother, do you eat your hand?" Grabbing pancakes?"

You Xingmeng replied: "Eat!"

"Where's Wen Zhou?"

He Wenzhou thought about his father's craftsmanship: "I want to eat zongzi."

He Jiaqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How can I get you a zongzi now, it's very big in your mouth."

"I don't care, I promised to make zongzi for me last time, and then I bought a sliced ​​cake to perfuse it. Don't you keep your word? Now it doesn't count?"

He Jiaqi thought about it for a long time before he remembered that it happened when he was seven years old. When a child went to school and watched others eat rice dumplings, he had to make a fuss about eating them. He coaxed him to make them on the Dragon Boat Festival. There was a lot of wind and rain, and a typhoon passed through the country. He was busy all day and night and didn't go home.

Didn't expect him to read it until now.

"I can't make zongzi. Do you want to eat rice balls? You can also take some to have a picnic in the garden. Go, bring some lunch boxes!"

"The rice ball is the rice ball, I don't despise you."

"Hey, I'm still serving you right."

"Average, eighty percent!"

The two are arguing, no matter how big or small, You Xing doesn't care about them, just concentrate on eating hard.After eating, we changed into our outing clothes, and the family set off.

This time He Jiaqi drove the car himself, and You Xing and He Wenzhou sat behind.You Xing didn't talk much, but He Wenzhou joked with his father all the way, and He Jiaqi couldn't do anything about him.The two of them get along like this, He Wenzhou treats him no matter how big or small, he always smiles and doesn't take it seriously.

Unlike You Weimin, He Jiaqi is a different father.Open-minded, tolerant, and of course, a little distance.He is his civilized father, and He Wenzhou is his heartless son. They each return to their respective positions and have their own fun, acting so that I believe it.

He Jiaqi was wearing a blue shirt. Like all parents, he bought ice cream and headband toys for the two of them. He carried a bag on his back and squeezed out of the queue profusely. He touched You Xing's head and turned on the kettle Feed him water.

After You Xing finished drinking, he pushed it to him: "Uncle drink."

He Jiaqi smiled and said, "Uncle is not thirsty."

"You Xing, are you tired?"

You Xing shook his head, they just got off the pirate ship, and went to take the small mine train, You Xing has been cooperating well, playing and having fun, but that's it.Occasionally he would be in a daze, He Jiaqi noticed it, and said to You Xing: "Sometimes people have to suffer a little bit, but it's never bad."

A little boy next to him was crying because he couldn't get a rainbow bubble machine, and his parents couldn't coax him well.The mother was in a hurry, and she took the boy's hand and left. The little boy was dragging on the ground and crying.

"Look, everyone's life is not that satisfying. You'll understand in the future. It's not bad to be dissatisfied. Only when you are dissatisfied can you know what you want. How about looking forward, Yu Xing?"

You Xing didn't understand, but he knew that his uncle was comforting him, so he nodded: "Yeah."

He Jiaqi hugged him in his arms: "Uncle can also be father, if you need anything, just come to me."

You Xing put his arms around his uncle's waist and buried him in his arms.

He Wenzhou hummed and wanted to hug him.He Jiaqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "So is Wenzhou, You Xing has transferred, you also think about what you want to do, really want to learn painting, it's not bad. But I hope you still study business, you have such a good brain, don't be a pity .”

He Wenzhou laughed, but didn't answer. He just looked at his father, thinking that his father was so tall, so good-looking, and so handsome.

He Jiaqi didn't know how much he had always admired him.

Just like Mufasa to Simba, his father is the guiding light of his life, always guiding him at every critical moment.He listened to his two teachings and admonitions, like eating honey.He doesn't listen to his grandfather, Zhou Wen, or everyone around him. He doesn't think he is a phoenix man who climbs the dragon and attaches himself to the phoenix, nor does he think he is a mercenary son-in-law who is only looking for profit. He just depends on what he thinks. He is handsome, with a decent style, and a gentle and calm temperament. His words and deeds are deeply affecting him.

He is his father.

You Weimin gave him care and love, and what his father gave him was something bigger and broader.

Different and even more irreplaceable.

This trip lasted until very late, and He Jiaqi dutifully accompanied them all day from the beginning to the end.When they finally got home, You Xing and He Wenzhou shot water guns at each other, and ran upstairs laughing and laughing, turning into immature children.

Zhou Wen came down from upstairs and complained that He Jiaqi took the children to play so late.He Jiaqi explained in a leisurely manner while changing shoes.He Wenzhou aimed his gun at his mother, and the water splashed on Zhou Wen's face.

Zhou Wen yelled: "Bastard, where are you going to fight?!"

He Wenzhou fantasized in his heart that his mother was a big poisonous spider, and he was about to crawl over, run!

He Jiaqi smiled and watched his wife and son fight, but within a day, he had won over the two children.