After adding hot water twice, the eyes opened and looked at the person above his head, and the wrinkled corners of his eyes bent down.

"Nian Nian..."

"I am Qin Kong."

"I know. I just don't want to call you that, I feel like I'll be in vain for the rest of my life!"

Qin Kong was silent and gently wiped his thin hair with a soft dry towel.

Yu Zecheng looked at him without blinking.

The hairs were quickly dried, and Qin Kong put him on the pillow and sat on the edge of the bed.

Yu Zecheng raised his thin hand and grabbed his hand beside the bed, but Qin Kong did not pull it back.

"Niannian, you haven't called dad for eighteen years." Yu Zecheng's turbid eyes became crystal clear, "You call me."

Qin Kong was silent.

"Then dad called you, do you agree?" Yu Zecheng looked at him, "Niannian?"

Qin Kong did not agree and turned his face slightly.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to agree, it’s that he still has hatred, but whether he is father or Niannian, it seems like he has nothing to do with him now, and he really can’t respond.

Yu Zecheng looked at his side face, and the tears that had been accumulated for a while finally failed to accumulate, and they all rolled down one after another. They were piled up on his wrinkled face.

Looking at the tears in the ravine, Qin Kong realized what old tears meant.

Pick up the towel and wipe it gently for him.

Gentle as if to a stranger.

Yu Zecheng looked at him, "Niannian, I'll leave all my inheritance to you."

"I don't want it."

"I know." Yu Zecheng's tears flowed again, "You don't need my little money now. But I have only you, a child."

Qin Kong pinched the towel and turned his head.

Yu Zecheng grabbed his other hand, "Dad, I'm sorry for you two."

Qin Kong wiped his tears again, but he was still as gentle as a stranger, as if none of his words were said to him.

So, the wrinkled face couldn't be wiped dry.

Xiao Liu said outside the door: "It's inside."

The door was pushed open, and Liang Ange led Qin Lang in.

Yu Zecheng's eyes lit up and his smile appeared.

Qin Kong also turned his head and watched his wife lead the child to the bed.

Seeing his father whom he hadn't seen for a week, Qin Lang happily threw himself into his arms, "Dad!"

Qin Kong quickly got up, hugged him, and touched his head.

This dad calls him back to this life!

Without looking back, I felt the envious and happy eyes on the bed. Qin Kong touched his son's head and walked out quickly like running away, seeing his mother looking at him.

"Do you go in and see him?"

Qin Fangyun shook his head.

Qin Kong was silent. Now he went in and asked him to repent his mistakes again, which was really unnecessary.

The mother and son stood outside.

The servant served tea, but neither of them sat down.

Qin Kong simply walked to the balcony to get some breath. The breath of death had already enveloped the house, making people breathless.

Qin Fangyun also walked to the balcony and held his hand.

The mother and son looked at the thick fog in front of them.

"Remember?" Qin Fangyun said, "You used to say that you had to take the exam for another place, a sunny city. You said that there was too much rain and too much fog in Jiangcheng, which made people depressed."

Qin Kong also smiled slightly, "It's better to be in Yunzhou! So we decided to go to Yunzhou! We chose not to be wrong."

Qin Fangyun nodded with a smile.

Silence again.

In the bedroom, Yu Zecheng looked at the cute little boy standing in front of the bed. The little boy was also looking at him, leaning against his mother with a little fear and holding his mother's hand.

Yu Zecheng's eyes slowly moved from the little man to Liang Ange, "Ange, thank you for being by his side."

"Yes." Liang Ange's eyes were crystal clear.

"Can I let me and my child be together for a while?"

"Okay." Liang Ange squatted down and looked at Qin Lang, "Mom goes and see dad, come back later."

Qin Lang nodded.

Liang Ange got up and went out.

"What's your name?" Yu Zecheng looked at him with a smile.

Qin Lang looked at him and replied in a low voice: "Qin Lang."

"Qin Lang...is so good!"

Liang Ange came out, Qin Kong turned his head, "Where is Lang'er?"

“Inside.”

"How can you leave the child inside alone?" Qin Kong turned around and walked in.

Liang Ange held him and shook his head.

Qin Fangyun also looked at him.

Qin Kong turned around and looked outside the railing. The three of them looked at the undissipating fog in front of them in silence.

In the room, Yu Zecheng looked at the little man with a smile, "Do you know who I am?"

Qin Lang shook his head.

"Get closer, I'll tell you."

Qin Lang walked forward carefully two steps and stood next to the bed.

"I am your grandpa."

"grandfather?"

"Hey! Hey!" Yu Zecheng's thin face was blooming like a flower.

"Will you write your name?"

Qin Lang nodded.

"Do you know the numbers?"

Qin Lang nodded.

Yu Zecheng smiled and said, "So smart! Help grandpa open the drawer beside the bed, the password is...0620."

Qin Lang pressed the password and opened the drawer of the bedside table.

"Take out the paper above."

Qin Lang took it out and gave it to him.

Yu Zecheng didn't answer and pointed to the blank space, "You write your name here. Grandpa see if you really know how to write it."

Qin Lang put the paper on the bedside table and wrote down his name carefully.

He handed it to him again.

Yu Zecheng smiled and said, "It's so good to write! It's so smart! It's the same as your father when he was a child! Do you know? Your father is very good at studying, you have to be like him."

Qin Lang nodded.

Yu Zecheng put the paper on the quilt, wrote his name on the blank space on the other side, and smiled and said, "Look! This is the name of grandpa. Do you know it?"

Qin Lang shook his head.

Yu Zecheng smiled, "Grandpa is not well educated, not as good as you write." He handed him the paper, "Put the paper back into the drawer and lock it."

Qin Lang put the paper back into the drawer and locked it.

Yu Zecheng raised his hand and gently touched his dark and soft hair, "You are as smart as your father, and as handsome as your father..."

Feeling that it was too long, Qin Kong was uneasy, so he turned around and strode into the bedroom, and saw the thin hand sliding down his son's face.

Qin Kong immediately ran to the bed, grabbed the hand, and looked at the half-open and half-closed eyes.

"What's wrong with grandpa?" Qin Lang looked at his father on the bed.
To be continued...