Nicole sent Wang Yi to the door of the Sunshine Community where their home was located.
Then he waved to Wang Yi: "Wang, I will go to the hotel to rest first. If you need my help with anything, please call at any time."
Wang Yi nodded.
Nicole drove a low-profile Land Rover and slowly disappeared around the corner of the street. Only then did Wang Yi turn around.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar narrow gate of this community, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart.
I haven’t seen him for nearly three years, and it feels like a lifetime ago.
The concierge has been changed;
The greening in the community seems to be better;
Uncle Li is still sitting at the cement table in the small square playing chess!
The person playing chess with him was no longer the eternal Uncle Wang, but an old man wearing a vest.
The people watching chess around include familiar people and unfamiliar people.
Just when Wang Yi was deeply moved, a voice came from the boulevard next to him: "Wang Yi? Are you Wang Yi? Aren't you in the United States? Why are you back?"
Wang Yi turned around and saw that it was Grandma Sun.
Before he went to the NBA, Grandma Sun was still making arrangements to introduce him to someone.
I look forward to him coming home all day long.
Later Wang Yi went to the NBA, and Grandma Sun looked forward to the stars and the moon, looking forward to Wang Yi's return.
He smiled and nodded to Grandma Sun: "It turns out to be Grandma Sun. I'm coming back from vacation to stay for a few days."
"Then it's a good love, a good family, stay at home for a few more days, and spend more time with your parents. By the way, do you have a partner?"
Wang Yi subconsciously answered: "No."
Wang Yi regretted it as soon as he said it.
"It's not good, it's not good," Grandma Sun said with a little excitement, "My nephew's eldest daughter just graduated from Jiaotong University this year. This girl is so good-looking. And she works..."
"Grandma Sun, my mother told me to go home for dinner. I have to go."
Wang Yi interrupted Grandma Sun and quickly fled the scene.
Grandma Sun's voice kept coming from behind: "Then you can leave your phone number or WeChat. This kid..."
Wang Yi met a few more acquaintances in the community.
Of course, some strangers also greeted Wang Yi and even asked him to take a photo with him.
Wang Yi waved his hand: "I'm sorry, I have something to do at home."
He said and left quickly.
It's not that he is playing a big role.
It's true that he is not in the mood today.
Since they had talked on the phone before, his parents knew that he was coming back.
When he arrived at the door of his house, he could already smell the aroma of food coming from the house.
It’s still the familiar scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Wang Yi remembers that he used to like to eat fried tomatoes and eggs mixed with rice.
His mother often made it for him.
Later he played professional basketball and went home less often.
But every time he comes home, his mother will make him fried tomatoes and eggs mixed with rice.
"Are you ready? You've been cooking for two hours and you're still not ready? I guess my son will be home soon."
Father's voice came from inside the door.
Then the mother complained: "You know how to stand there and talk, but you don't know how to choose an onion and peel a garlic for me. My son finally comes back, why don't we prepare something rich?"
"Oh, just listen to me. What my son likes to eat is the home-cooked food you used to make. Do you know what the taste of childhood is?"
"I don't understand, I don't understand, then you can do it."
With just one word, my mother made my father obedient to the treatment without saying a word.
As expected, doing what you do is the only way to deal with all kinds of trolls.
The mother continued: "By the way, when your son comes back later, don't mention the transaction. Wait until his mood stabilizes."
The father said in a nonchalant tone: "Don't worry. If he can't even bear this blow, then he is not worthy of being my son, Wang Jianhua."
"Go, go, let's go. When a child is hit, the parents are thinking of how to comfort him. It's better for you to act like a normal person."
"This is the benefit of my strict training with him since childhood. The hardships he has endured are 10 times that of ordinary people of the same age. His endurance is also far higher than that of ordinary people of the same age. This is because you have been beside me when I trained him.
Protect him, if you had not protected him then, his spirit would be stronger now."
"Aren't you talking nonsense? What mother doesn't love her children? How can there be a father like you who specializes in torturing his children?"
Wang Yi listened to the familiar bickering sound of his parents, and his eyes were slightly moist.
It has been almost three years since he left home.
I haven't heard my parents quarreling in the past three years.
He used to find the old couple annoying.
But now it sounds so kind to me.
Bang.
Bang bang.
Wang Yi reached out and knocked on the door.
Just hearing a burst of chaotic footsteps inside, the door opened.
Mother appeared at the door.
Behind my mother, my father was holding an onion in his hand.
"Mom and Dad, I'm back."
Wang Yi spoke.
Tears suddenly burst out of the mother's eyes.
My lips trembled as I tried to speak, but suddenly I got choked up.
He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
The father glared at the mother: "I told you a long time ago, don't cry, don't cry. Why are you crying so hard?"
Then he said to Wang Yi: "Wash your hands and eat."
After saying that, he turned around and headed to the kitchen.
He didn’t even look at Wang Yi again.
His tone seemed very calm, even slightly cold.
But Wang Yi is used to it.
In his impression, his father seemed to always be like this.
Apart from basketball, there is little communication between father and son.
He rarely even saw a smile on his father's face.
My father would talk and laugh with others, but he always kept a straight face in front of himself.
When he was a teenager and in the period of youth rebellion, he even felt that his father never loved him.
But last year he was blacklisted by the entire internet when he said, "I'm here to conquer the NBA."
That phone call let him know that his father still cared about him.
In the conversation between his father and his mother just now at the door, he could also hear his father's concern for his son.
Yes, there are some fathers who don't love their children.
It's just that our Chinese culture is relatively restrained in expressing emotions.
A father's love for his children is expressed not through words but through actions.
Most fathers will do anything for their children, no matter how hard or tiring they are.
But it is extremely difficult for them to say "Daddy loves you" to their children.
They will find it very strange, awkward, and embarrassing - especially as the children grow up, they will become even more embarrassed.
They are like a silent mountain, holding up a sky for their children.
…
Wang Yi came in.
His mother quickly took the backpack from his shoulder.
"You've been on the plane for a few hours. You must be hungry. Go wash your hands and eat. You haven't eaten well in the past two years. You have lost weight. Are you not used to the food there? Your towels and soaps are all in their original places.
Just leave it and you can reach it..."
While my mother was busy in the kitchen, she kept talking.
After Wang Yi washed his hands, his parents had already put the food on the table.
His father took out a bottle of liquor—Wang Yi recognized it. This was the liquor that his father had collected for many years.
There is no label on the bottle, and I don’t know what kind of wine it is.
His father has strictly forbidden him from touching this bottle of wine since he was a child.
Only when his father's friends come home, he will take out a few cups to drink with them.
I remember one time he secretly took a bite out of curiosity and was severely beaten by his father.
Father took out two wine glasses.
Mother glared at father: "What are you drinking this morning?"
The father did not respond to the mother, but just put the wine glass on the table.
Then he sat down silently.
Wang Yi hurriedly poured two glasses.
Put one cup in front of your father and one cup in front of yourself.
My father did not clink glasses with Wang Yi.
A father would feel strange if he clinked glasses with his son while drinking.
He directly raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
Wang Yi also quickly picked up a cup and drank with him.
When the strong drink entered my throat, I felt a burning sensation instantly extending from my throat to my stomach.
My whole body and mind feel warm.
His father put down his wine glass, and Wang Yi poured another glass for his father and himself.
Chapter completed!