our castle

On the return trip, Wen Zhenhua did not sit in the passenger seat uncharacteristically, but sat in the back seat with Wendy.Although Wendy was surprised, she didn't say anything, just relying on Wen Zhenhua to keep yawning over there.

As soon as Wen Zhenhua reached out and pulled his daughter into his arms, feeling the weight of Wendy leaning against his chest, Wen Zhenhua felt a sense of solidity.He couldn't help but hug Wendy even tighter.

Tang Xiangxi saw this scene through the rearview mirror, seeing Wen Zhenhua hugging Wendy like a driftwood, Tang Xiangxi's hand holding the steering wheel tightened a little bit.

What did Wen Zhenhua and Fang Jingzhu talk about during the few minutes when he was entangled by the Fang family.Obviously, Fang Jingzhu stepped heavily on their thunder point in front of Wen Zhenhua, but judging from the result, both sides suffered losses.

Wendy jumped out for the first time after parking the car. She had already collected a lot of photos, and the rest was just making. Wendy was naturally eager to try.

Wen Zhenhua was half a step behind. Originally, he wanted to go out with Wendy, but Tang Xiangxi unconsciously honked the car horn, which made Wen Zhenhua's steps stop.

Just this momentary pause was enough for Tang Xiangxi to turn off the engine and pull out the car key, then catch up with Wen Zhenhua and move forward side by side with him.

"What exactly did Fang Jingzhu tell you?" Tang Xiangxi still couldn't help guessing, he even grabbed Wen Zhenhua's arm, but this time Wen Zhenhua didn't show the abnormality as before.

The warmth of his subordinates made Tang Xiangxi suspicious.

Wen Zhenhua stopped subconsciously, looked at him a little strangely, and finally just shrugged helplessly, "It's a common topic, Wendy's mother, the female role in our family, but this time it's a little different."

How much of Wen Zhenhua's smile is pretending to be relaxed?Tang Xiangxi couldn't figure it out. Until recently, he couldn't understand how many emotions Wen Zhenhua's expression was mixed with.

But this time Tang Xiangxi looked away a little guilty, "So, what's the difference?"

Unexpectedly this time, Wen Zhenhua stretched out his hand to straighten Tang Xiangxi's face, and even showed a funny expression, "I thought you already knew it. It's all your fault."

What did he do?Although this cannot be regarded as very accurate, it is also correct in a certain way. Tang Xiangxi didn't know how to respond to Wen Zhenhua.

He even completely forgot all the lines of the forced questioning that he wanted just now.

Seeing Tang Xiangxi looking depressed and alone, Wen Zhenhua really couldn't help shaking his head. At this time, Wendy's panicked voice came from the corner.

"Wendy, what's the matter with you?" Wen Zhenhua and Tang Xiangxi immediately reacted and rushed up at the same time, but they were startled by the unknown object at their door.

And when the other party raised his head, the three of them were even more frightened by the pale face and the desperate pupils, so that they pressed against the wall.

"Uh... Wu... Ms. Wu?" Wen Zhenhua didn't react at first, but when he saw Heizi who had escaped from the shadow and kept rubbing against his trousers, he immediately realized that the person squatting in the corner was Wu Yongjie .

Hearing what Wen Zhenhua said, Tang Xiangxi also said tremblingly, "Aliens?"

When the three of them were in a hurry to help people and feed people, all they could do was stand aside and watch Wu Yongjie gobble it up.

Or did she really use their house as a backup restaurant?But Wendy didn't have so many thoughts, instead she leaned aside and asked, "Big sister, can you post favorite trees with me later?"

Like trees?Wu Yongjie turned her head in confusion, that appearance really reminded Tang Xiangxi of an innocent but annoying black cat wagging its tail.

All right.Tang Xiangxi scratched his head, Wen Zhenhua was washing dishes in the kitchen, of course he couldn't help with this, and Wendy was also preparing "Like Tree" with Wu Yongjie, in the end he decided to sit aside and watch the artistic creation of the two .

Tang Xiangxi was immediately attracted by the typesetting of the photos on the drawing paper. With Wendy as the root of the tree, the photos of him and Wen Zhenhua were on both sides of the trunk, smiling symmetrically.

On the floor beyond the two, there are Xiaofang, Jiang Yingfan, Chen Po, and there is an empty corner somewhere on the left.

On the outer floor, there are Xiaowei and Xiaoxiong, good friends who usually have a good time, and Fang Jingzhu's family.This ranking obviously represents everyone's position in Wendy's heart.

Tang Xiangxi was really glad that Wendy didn't think about putting that heinous bear next to him...

"Wendy, why is there an empty seat here?" After being reminded by Wu Yongjie, Tang Xiangxi happened to see that there was indeed an empty seat on the far right of the second row.

It's not that abrupt, but Tang Xiangxi's rough personality in life really makes it easy for him to ignore this matter.But looking at Tang Xiangxi carefully now, it's a bit strange.

Before he had time to think deeply, Tang Xiangxi heard Wendy casually say: "This position is reserved for Uncle Heizi. Dad told me that Uncle Heizi is actually... um!"

Sure enough, when people are concentrating on doing something, their attention to other things is zero, and Wu Yongjie's casual question naturally cannot attract Wendy's attention.

When Wendy noticed what she said, when she raised her head, Wen Zhenhua had a terrible expression on her face. Wendy bit her tongue as if she was about to die.

Tang Xiangxi pointed at the blank spot and did not move, which made Wen Zhenhua a little worried. Just as he had time to walk behind him, Tang Xiangxi suddenly stood up, which startled everyone.

"Xiangxi..."

"It's okay, go ahead, I'm a little tired today." Feeling a little perfunctory, Tang Xiangxi left everyone and ran back to his room.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't keep the promise." Wendy followed Wen Zhenhua to the door of Tang Xiangxi's room, not knowing what to do.

Wen Zhenhua withdrew his hand from the doorknob of the room, and the looseness of the handle told him that Tang Xiangxi just closed the door of the room, but did not lock it.This means that if Wen Zhenhua is a little impulsive, he can directly break into his room.

But Wen Zhenhua didn't do that.

He just withdrew his hand, turned to Wendy and said, "It's okay, Daddy is just tired. Do you want some pudding? Dad tried to make a new flavor of pudding today, do you want to eat it?"

"Yes!" Unexpectedly, well, as expected, Wen Zhenhua got a double response.Although there were black lines all over his face, Wen Zhenhua didn't walk to the refrigerator until the end.

A door separates two atmospheres.Tang Xiangxi was leaning against the wall, he could hear Wen Zhenhua approaching the door, touching the door handle with his hands but not pushing the door open.

He counted the time and clearly heard the sound of the door opening, imitating the appearance of Wu Yongjie when he left in his mind, she must be looking at Wen Zhenhua reluctantly.

He could also hear Wen Zhenhua's voice comforting Wendy, probably Wen Zhenhua still stroked Wendy's hair tenderly, telling her that everything would be fine.He was obviously the most dangerous person before.

He could even hear Wen Zhenhua stop at the door for a moment when he was still passing by his room, he could see the shadow under the door, but that was just a stop.

Wen Zhenhua didn't even open the door of his room.Hearing the sound of Wen Zhenhua closing the door, Tang Xiangxi stood up with support, and almost fell due to the numbness of his legs.

Locking the door, Tang Xiangxi threw himself back on the bed in some frustration, and moaned weakly for a while. In a daze, he only felt as if someone turned his body, and he seemed to be covered with a quilt.

Not caring so much, Tang Xiangxi just pulled the quilt over his head, groaned and fell asleep again.

When he saw the familiar Xiaocaopo, Tang Xiangxi realized that he was dreaming, and he also dreamed of the Xiaocaopo that he never wanted to see again.

In the next second, Tang Xiangxi felt the picture in front of him flicker, and then he saw his mother... It's been a long time since he dreamed of her. Ever since she died, dreaming of her was a happy but painful thing for him matter.

The mother's long-awaited action made Tang Xiangxi realize when this happened, if he didn't guess wrong...

In a short time, a scene of his early experiences was staged, the mother who waited for his father to "come on the throne", the young self who blocked him, and the father who later "arrived late".

It turned out that the relationship between the three of them was like this at that time... Tang Xiangxi noticed sharply that the marbles on his body fell off and rolled to the side when he was running back to the alley with his mother.

It turned out that it was this voice that was heard at that time.But after that, this scene didn't just skip like this, Tang Xiangxi felt like he was floating in mid-air, watching his past helplessly.

And the follow-up to the past, a part he didn't notice.Tang Yaoqun stepped forward and picked up the marble on the ground, looking so sad.

I really haven't seen this scene before?Then why is it so real, so real that he thought he had missed a memory.

But at this time Tang Xiangxi noticed that he had turned his head while running at that time. At that time, he caught a glimpse of his appearance, but chose to forget all of these.

Because these memories were not necessary in my heart, I threw them aside at that time, and I took them for granted and forgot them.

But I remembered it at this moment, and it was still so clear.

When Tang Xiangxi's eyes fell on the marbles, the scene jumped again, and jumped to a younger time, sitting in Tang Yaoqun's office, proudly saying that he was going to be a lawyer, just like...just like his father.

Tang Yaoqun is really more important than he imagined.

Tang Xiangxi suddenly realized that admitting this was not as painful as he thought. Maybe it was very painful for him back then, but time is the best healer.

Abandoning time and distance, it turns out that it is so easy to accept a thing that was difficult to accept at the beginning, and it is not so difficult to even remember the blood dripping from the pain that made me go crazy.

The author has something to say: