Try changing my plan again?

▍Ruan Mian was a little panicked when he realized that the strange call came from Jiang Hao'an, and he stuttered a few words, but then he thought about it, Lao Jiang...

When Ruan Mian realized that the strange call came from Jiang Hao'an, he was a little panicked, and he stuttered a few words, but then he thought, the sons of Lao Jiang's family are all in his hands, so what's there to be cowardly about? He straightened his back.

Jiang Haoan was very easy-going and natural, he only asked if he could invite him to have a cup of coffee and chat casually.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ruan Mian left all his work and asked Lao Meng for leave, and came to the agreed place.

The coffee shop is located in the back garden of the former palace. The water pavilions and terraces are picturesque. The rickshaw drove him through the path shaded by weeping willows and sent him to the small pavilion by the lake. He saw Jiang Haoan sitting beside the bamboo curtain at a glance.

The surface of the lake rippled with the breeze, crushing the gorgeous reflection of the setting sun.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jiang Haoan turned his head, with a refined and friendly smile, "Here we come."

Ruan Mian nodded, "Sorry, there's a bit of a traffic jam, I've been waiting for a long time."

Like an ordinary elder, Jiang Haoan comforted with the gentleness and tolerance accumulated over the years, "It's just a cup of coffee, it doesn't matter if it's on time or not, just sit down."

There is a sumptuous afternoon tea on the table, the Chinese pastries are extremely delicate, and the Qingping music played by the guzheng is like a ring, echoing slowly; not far away, two kittens, one yellow and one flower, huddled together on the stone road, and the moment they separated , one after another jumped into the bushes and disappeared.

The environment here is so quiet and elegant that people can't help indulging in comfort.

"Jiang Song--"

Ruan Mian regained consciousness, Jiang Haoan put down the cup in his hand, "He came back from Shanghai, but he didn't return home, so he went to find you."

Ruan Mian answered honestly, "Yes."

"Always with you, right?"

"Correct."

"The attitude is very firm." Jiang Hao'an shook his head helplessly, "He has never been so rebellious since he was a child, and I don't know whether he is ignorant or sensible now."

Ruan Mian didn't intend to beat around the bush anymore, and said bluntly, "I don't quite agree with his behavior of throwing his hands away and running away. I can try to persuade him, but I have one request...don't force him anymore. .”

Jiang Hao'an didn't speak, but looked at Ruan Mian calmly, as if encouraging him to continue talking.

"I feel like you asked me out today, you didn't come here to question the teacher or give me 2000 million. If you were asking about my attitude, I would still say the same thing. No matter what decision I make, I will listen to him."

Ruan Mian smiled lightly, her long eyelashes pressed the corners of her curved eyes, and the evening sunlight outlined his soft outline, which was indescribably clean and bright.

——"No matter what decision you make, I will listen to you."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice seemed to come leisurely from the distant past.

Jiang Hao'an's expression moved slightly, and he fell into a trance for a moment.

The face of the person in front of him was suddenly blurred, passing through the barriers of time, overlapping with another person in his memory.

... No matter what decision you make, I will listen to you.

Many years ago, someone had said this to him, but he chose the correct answer that entangled him for the rest of his life.

Jiang Hao'an's fingers pinching the teacup suddenly tightened, and his fingertips turned pale due to the force. After a long time, he calmly breathed out, "Can I talk to Jiang Song face to face?"

This question is really too subtle, as a father, Jiang Hao'an would actually use this tone of asking for advice.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this entrepreneur who dominates the shopping mall seems a little lonely.

Ruan Mian rubbed her chin and thought for a while, thinking that Jiang Hao'an would not be pissed off, and Jiang Song had no chance to refuse, so she asked hesitantly, "Then how about...you go back to have dinner with me?"

Jiang Haoan readily agreed.

They sat down for a while, and went to the parking lot together. Jiang Haoan stopped in front of a Volvo that looked old, and signaled Ruan Mian to drive first, and he would follow.

Ruan Mian smacked her tongue inwardly, Jiang Hao'an was as simple and unpretentious as the rumors said.

When Mr. Ruan Mian went to Jinyuan Land, he was very familiar with Jiang Song's assistant. During the chat, he said that Da Jiang was always a person with very low material desires. Girls are not interested in anything, unless it is necessary for work, and never go out to socialize and have fun. I have driven a Volvo for several years, and when I was teased by my subordinates, I just smiled and said, it’s just a car, it’s fine if it can run or not.

Jiang Haoan's lifelong pursuit may be to run three kilometers more today than yesterday, and how to be a respected entrepreneur, to carry forward the Jinyuan Group, and to build roads and do charity by the way.

This mind and structure are completely different from ordinary people.

Ruan Mian took out her mobile phone while driving, clicked on Jiang Song's profile picture, and quickly sent a voice message - "Call baby! Level-[-] alert, level-[-] alert, I'm on my way to bring your dad back! About half an hour !"

At this moment, Jiang Song couldn't see the information at all, his mobile phone was thrown on the sofa, and he was conscientiously picking up the shrimp line in the kitchen.

As soon as Ruan Mian pressed the two passwords, the door opened from the inside. Jiang Song was wearing a cartoon apron and holding a spatula in his hand, "What's going on today—"

"……So early."

Jiang Song froze in place, a slight crack appeared on that face that never showed his emotions.

The one who broke up with him was Jiang Hao'an who saw how virtuous Daer was.

Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang looked at each other in blank dismay. The two faces, which were three points alike, were frozen with very similar expressions.

The narrow entrance fell into silence, the anti-theft door was still wide open, and there was a childish "嗤——" and footsteps from the depths of the corridor. It was a child from a family rushing down the stairs.

Ruan Mian was caught in the middle, dripping with cold sweat.

He glanced left and right, and immediately took emergency measures. He quickly tore off Jiang Song's apron and put it on himself, grabbed the spatula, and said with a dry smile, "I'll cook, you guys talk."

Jiang Song's forehead twitched, "...can you do it?"

"I can do it!"

Ruan Mian nodded firmly, and sneaked into the kitchen. Hearing the sound of two footsteps going to the balcony, she stretched out her neck and took a peek.

There was originally a hanging basket chair on the balcony, Ruan Mian liked to read in it very much, and smoking while reading would not make the house smell bad, but after Jiang Song came, he added a lazy sofa.

There was an endless red dragon lined up on the ring road not far away. Jiang Song opened the window, and a gust of evening wind blew the scent of vegetation in the community into the house, and the blown branches and leaves of the pot of lucky bamboo on the flower stand made a sound.

Jiang Song took the cigarette from his father, and the father and son sat face to face, silent for a long time amidst the beeping of the horn.

It wasn't until one cigarette was burned out that Jiang Hao'an sighed in the smog, "The wings are stiff, so there's nothing I can do about you, right?"

Jiang Song put out his cigarette in the cat-shaped ashtray with its mouth wide open, and shook his head, "I have no other choice."

Jiang Hao'an said with a sullen face, "I like him that much?"

"Ah."

"You want to be with him even if you don't want anything?"

"Ah."

Jiang Hao'an was speechless, a slumped smile was fleeting on his lips like a hallucination.

Jiang Song pondered for a while, then pursed his lips, "A lot of times I can't figure it out, Jinyuan's current industry is enough for us to spend ten lifetimes, why should we go all out to pursue more fame and fortune."

"So I don't want to give up the warmth and happiness that are precious to me because of these illusory things." He smiled apologetically and continued, "I'm sorry, I am not a good son, and I failed to inherit your perseverance and indomitable spirit , let you down."

Jiang Hao'an remained silent, even though he was sitting on the soft beanbag sofa, his back was still straight and his bearing was extraordinary.

Jiang Song looked at his father thoughtfully, "I have a question that I've always wanted to ask you."

"You said."

"Would you feel sorry for abandoning the person you liked back then?"

Jiang Hao settled down for a while, and looked blankly at the dusty and unclear starry sky outside the window.

The regret that had been buried in his heart seemed to come back to life suddenly, stuck in his throat, and he couldn't give an answer for a long time.

sorry?Of course there are times when I feel sorry.

It's a pity, but I don't regret it, even if he does it all over again, he will still make such a choice.

But this is his choice, not Jiang Song's.

Jiang Song grew up according to the way he wanted all the way, he was very happy, but he never thought that Jiang Song would be unhappy.

From other people's mouths, he realized what their father and son lacked together, that very mysterious thing called "vigor".

Later, because Jiang Song had smelled the fireworks in the world and tasted love and being loved, he got that kind of thing instead of living as another Jiang Haoan wrapped in a cold and kind shell.

Jiang Hao looked at Jiang Song quietly, feeling helpless against him.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the room, and the father and son looked back in astonishment. The next moment, Jiang Song got up and rushed over.

The kitchen was in a mess. Ruan Mian stood there in horror, maintaining the posture of holding the pot. In front of him was a frying pan that was turned upside down on the ground. The half-cooked fried pork with garlic sprouts spread all over the stove and On the ground, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar were bumped and swayed.

There are two strong shreds of meat hanging on the pocket of his apron.

Jiang Song grabbed his hand, frowned and checked back and forth, "Is it burnt?"

Ruan Mian looked shocked, and shook her head with empty eyes, "How about...let's order a takeaway."

Jiang Song said coldly, "You can do it."

Ruan Mian, "..."

Jiang Hao'an came over at some point, and stood at the kitchen door looking at the two of them.

When he was young, he also liked someone like this, and he tried to cook a meal for him clumsily, but he made a mess in the end.

However, the scene at that time was not so tragic. At least it made a whole table of meals, which was a bit unpalatable.

After a long time, he coughed lightly and looked at the hands they held together without saying a word.

"I go first."

Ruan Mian withdrew her hand with an "ah", and asked without confidence, "You... aren't you here to eat something?"

Does this meal look edible?

Jiang Hao'an flatly refused, "No, you guys can eat."

When he was about to leave, he turned his head and said to Jiang Song, "Hurry up and work hard, what does it sound like to rely on others every day?"

Jiang Song was keenly aware of something, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "Then..."

Before the "bang" sound of closing the door, Jiang Hao'an left the last sentence, "It's up to you."