Feng Yiping, whose physique is naturally afraid of the cold, made him honestly put on his coat as soon as he left the airport. The night before yesterday and yesterday, he was still blowing on the roof and on the sea. When he returned to the capital, he dared not have such leisure and leisure.

In fact, the weather is good now, the sun is bright, the sky is blue and the clouds are light.

After more than ten years, at this time, such weather will be less and less every day, and then two months later, smog days will be the norm.

Looking at the green street trees on both sides of the road, looking at the road, no, getting closer to that villa, Feng Yiping suddenly felt like he was visiting relatives.

This place where I have studied, worked, and lived for several years, I am really less and less home now.

Home can be in Feng Jiachong, where parents are, where they can be in Silicon Valley, where Huang Jingping and Amanda are, or in the houses in Washington, Ma Ling and Vincent.

But it is definitely not the place where I want to stay alone again, and it is now becoming more and more like my own place to stay.

The closer he got to the villa, he missed them more and more, and the lonely geese who was still in the desert and had never wanted to go home.

"Uncle, will you take me to the Canton Fair next year?" My nephew Wenhui didn't understand Feng Yiping's feelings at this moment.

Like his brother, he hasn't been to the real South yet, especially when I heard that his uncle even went to Hong Kong.

Hong Kong, which he has seen in so many movies and TV series, is also a place he yearns for very much.

Owen quickly gestured to remind him to pay attention to the front.

"If you pass the English language, I will take you to the United States next month."

"Really? Don't worry, I promise," he couldn't help but grin behind his ears.

It’s great to be young! It’s great to be innocent!

This kid was so happy that he had eaten a piece of fruit hard candy when he was a child. Now he is an adult, but he is still so easy to satisfy. If he is like him, he will be much easier.

…………

However, in his eyes, his nephew, who has not grown up and has always been carefree, actually has his own worries.

When he got home, Feng Yiping had just entered the study room, and he followed him in. He whispered several times, and finally squeezed out a sentence, "Uncle, my dad, he called us and said he wanted to set a date and wanted to ask us for advice."

"Does a certain life?" Feng Yiping was stunned. After a while, he realized, "Is your father making up his mind to start a family again?"

As Feng Jiachong's life gets better and better, in the past two years, not only are the young men and women with suitable marriages in Feng Jiachong very popular, but even widowers like Feng Huafu have become popular in the eyes of many people for a while.

Both children are already raised, and once they start working, they are so tall. One drives for Feng Yiping and the other drives for Jiasheng's female president. If you follow them, will you still be worried about losing your future?

Not only will it not be a burden to the family, but it can also give back to the family strongly. Feng Huafu, a bachelor who looks more and more happy, is really the number one seed customer in the eyes of matchmakers in Siliba Village.

There is no way. Among the people who are close to Feng Zhenchang and Feng Yiping, he is the only one who is currently old and qualified.

Feng Yiping heard from his mother that since last year, his family was so lively. At first, some divorced fathers and daughters were also favored by those unmarried girls.

Of course, when my mother said this, she was very proud. She attributed all this to her son. If she was not her son, how could everyone have such a good life? How could Huafu be so popular?

Is this really a decision?

Hearing Feng Yiping's words, Wenhui nodded in a depressed manner, "Yes,"

"Sit," Feng Yiping pulled him to the sofa and sat down, "This is a good thing. I remember you and your brother, and they agreed. What's going on now?"

"I miss my mother," Wenhui said in tears.

This is true!

"I don't remember when my mom left,"

Not to mention him, his strong-willed mother was not very young when she left when she drank pesticides.

"I remember clearly what she looked like when I looked at the marriage certificate that my father was pressing at the bottom of the box. However, no matter when, as long as I think of her and just mention the word "Mom", I feel very warm and so at ease, just like when she was holding me when she was a child."

"Close your eyes and you can still feel her. You always feel that she is not far away. Looking at me, at that time, I always feel that my heartbeat is connected to her. I am here and she is there."

This is the so-called bloodline!

Wenhui raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, "Uncle, I only have one mother, I will not call someone else's mother again."

"I understand, I understand," Feng Yiping touched his head. These days, he shouldn't have left him here alone.

Some things are just apart from time to space without thinking.

Some locations are not discussed and no one can replace them.

"It turns out that when they asked me for my opinion, I think it's okay, but now, the more I think about it, the more I feel uncomfortable,"

“I understand,”

Yes, many things are always unbearable only when things come to an end.

"Wenhui, don't be sad," Feng Yiping got up and poured him a glass of water. "Don't worry, no matter in your heart or in your life, no one will force you to call someone else's mother,"

"I understand, at this time, you must miss your mother very much. In fact, it's not just you. Your brother is thinking about her, and your father is definitely thinking about her,"

"It's not easy for him to raise you and your brother alone for so many years, right?"

Wenhui didn't speak.

It seems that because of this, I really took Feng Huafu a little anger.

"You have all grown up, and he is not young now. As an adult and a son, you should not only think about your mother, but also your father,"

"It is your responsibility to let your father live a good life in his later years, right?"

"Thinking of your father, it's not only not easy, but it's actually quite pitiful, right?"

"You and your brother are now thousands of miles away from home. Are you not worried about your dad at all? Don't you want someone around him who can care about him and take care of him for you?"

"I can take care of him and we can make him live a good life," Wenhui whispered.

"You, for example, your father is sick now, and he is a cold or fever. It's not a big deal. He's just dizzy, fatigue, and can't cook. How can you take care of him? Hurry back immediately? You can't do it. At most, you'll call and ask your neighbors to help take care of him. But how many times can the neighbors take care of him like this?"

"Even if you can do it, you can hurry back immediately. Those minor problems are probably cured."
Chapter completed!