He still couldn't adapt.
These are relatives who are related to you by blood.
He was alarmed by his own indifference.
Yes, panic.
This symptom actually appeared a long time ago.
Since his women left, he has lost interest in everything.
Wandering around every day is just killing time.
His temper is getting worse and worse.
He didn't know why he was like this, but he couldn't control himself.
He did not participate in the banquet after the photo shoot, but returned to his room alone.
He didn't turn on the light; he just sat quietly by the window, staring blankly at the sky outside.
"Whoosh... Snap!"
Suddenly, a burst of fireworks exploded in the sky.
He stared blankly at the burst of fireworks.
In a daze, the figures of those people flashed before my eyes again.
That was also the Spring Festival, and it was freezing cold.
However, there are Lou Xiao'e, Qin Huairu, Qin Jingru, and Xu Weiwei.
Qin Jingru held a large firework and looked at him with teary eyes.
Before the fireworks were set off, Wang Shouren told her how much they cost, which broke her heart. At that time, she didn't have that much money. A six-figure firework cost her so much it made her heart ache.
Finally, Qin Huairu couldn't stand it anymore and slapped her twice, telling her irritably that these were things the agricultural students in "Qin Family Village" had made themselves when they had nothing else to do, except they bought the materials themselves. Only then did the girl cheerfully go and light the fireworks again.
He still remembers the fireworks that night.
It wasn't as pretty as it is now, nor did it have as many styles.
It was nothing more than a rocket shooting into the sky, exploding in mid-air, and scattering sparks everywhere.
But Wang Shouren remembers that day very clearly: against the backdrop of sparks, several women smiled radiantly.
Lou Xiao'e's slightly upturned lips always remained so calm, but from time to time, a hint of delightful admiration would flash in her eyes when she looked at me.
Qin Huairu held his arm and quietly watched the fireworks spread across the sky.
Qin Jingru ran around shouting and yelling, holding a firework in one hand, just like a little girl who hadn't grown up yet.
Xu Weiwei stood to the side looking aggrieved until Qin Jingru pulled her to play together. Only then did she stop feeling wronged and even glared at herself fiercely.
Fireworks in the sky were going off non-stop, as if they were free.
He didn't know how much the price of a barrel of fireworks had increased, but for a release of this scale, it would probably cost tens of millions.
Unconsciously, had his thoughts begun to lean towards Qin Jingru's direction?
No, not at all.
He simply missed the days when that little miser was around.
He reached out, wanting to touch the illusion in his mind.
Just then, a startled voice rang out from behind: "Dad, what are you doing?!"
A sudden shout startled him awake.
Wang Xirou had originally intended to go into the room to talk to her elderly father, but as soon as she entered, she saw him standing by the windowsill, reaching out as if to grab something. He almost fell. This startled her, and she quickly called out to him, bringing him back to his senses.
Wang Shouren turned around and glared at her with displeasure; "What nonsense are you spouting? What good will it do you to scare an old man to death!"
"Dad, what you just did..."
"What's it to you what I just did!"
Wang Shouren stretched out his hands, covered his face, and rubbed it vigorously. There was no snow in the south in winter, but it was still quite cold.
He was so cold that his nose started to run.
“Dad! Why are you always like this?” Wang Xirou walked over, picked up a coat from the clothes rack next to her, and draped it over him.
Wang Shouren did not answer, but instead took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
In fact, he rarely smokes, but when his thoughts come to him, he can't help but smoke; he simply can't control himself.
Looking at Wang Shouren, Wang Xirou sighed inwardly. She knew perfectly well what her father was thinking.
Her life journey was actually quite complicated.
She knew she had two mothers from a young age. She considered herself quite fortunate, as she was pampered by three people. It wasn't until she grew up that she suddenly realized her father was, in fact, one of those legendary scumbags. And not just two, but three in total, not including Xu Weiwei, who joined later.
At that time, she probably understood that Xu Weiwei's relationship with her father was not that close; it was more out of a sense of reluctance.
But the fact that her father took three women into his life is undeniable. She even went through a rebellious phase.
She no longer likes her elderly father.
Of course, she still liked all of them.
Because her aunts treated her very well, their sincerity always reciprocated in a direct and effective way.
But now she understands that sometimes, having too many lovers isn't a good thing. Especially on holidays like this, when it's a time for family reunions, he's left all alone, watching the fireworks explode outside the window, reminiscing about the past.
Wang Shouren narrowed his eyes slightly; he was old, to be precise, very old.
He was nearing the limits of human endurance, and he didn't know when he would die—perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow, or the day after.
No matter what day it was, ever since that night when he almost fell, Wang Xirou thought that there would always be a tagalong by his side.
Wang Shouren didn't care. He went about his business every day. As winter turned to spring, he increasingly enjoyed sitting quietly by the window and watching the scenery outside.
His room had a great view; looking out, there was the vast ocean.
Many years ago, this place wasn't like this. There was no one to manage the beach, and it wasn't even a tourist attraction. He took Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru to the beach and shouted at the sea.
That time, he was only in Shenzhen on a business trip.
It just so happened that Qin Huairu also had business in Shenzhen, so the three of them met up. They went to the beach, walked on the slightly hot sand, looked at the vast ocean, and felt the gentle sea breeze.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, just then, a gentle breeze blew into the room.
Seeing this, the younger generation nearby sighed and walked out.
"Grandpa, great-grandpa is still spacing out. He just stares blankly all day and doesn't say a word. I try to talk to him, but he ignores me. What should I do?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and I couldn't tell what they were saying.
"Okay...okay, I understand."
That junior left.
Wang Shouren remained seated by the window, gazing at the boundless sea. The surging clouds reflected the sweet smiles on the water, and the corners of his mouth also curled up slightly.
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