Chapter 175: Good Intentions

Seeing his mother looked overly frightened, Zhao Dalong quickly explained, "It's like this, my brother and I are in Hong Kong now, and the prices there are relatively high, so people there earn a little more than we do here."

Even though he said this, Zhao's father and mother still felt like they were dreaming.

"No, let's not talk about this. I don't care how much you earn. I just want to ask you why you haven't even replied to my letters for so many years."

When Zhao Dalong heard this, his expression darkened and his lips trembled, not knowing how to start.

"Mom, don't ask me anymore. I'm back now. Let's just put the past behind us."

When Zhao's mother heard what Zhao Dalong said, her eyes turned red. "No, you can't go there," she cried. "Do you know how your father and I have lived for so many years?"

"You are a piece of flesh that fell from my body. I think about you all the time. In the past two years, I comforted myself that you were not settled well and were busy with things."

"But it's been twelve years. I haven't heard from you in twelve years. You are a good person, but you seem to have disappeared from this world. My good son is gone just like that. You are tearing my heart out."

Father Zhao spoke in a muffled voice: "Dalong, your mother and I regret all the time that we gave you away."

"There were many people in our family at that time. Your elder brother and second brother were both adults and were about to get married. Your sister was still so young. You were the only one left and we had to support you financially. We had no other choice, so we wanted to send you to a good family."

"You don't know that your mother almost cried herself blind and almost died because of you. We regretted it at that time. We regretted sending you away, even though we couldn't afford to support you, even though we had to take you to beg for food..."

Zhao Dalong's nose felt sore and his eyes turned red, "I..."

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, he just doesn't dare to say it. He's afraid that if he says it, his parents will feel even more guilty and will put all the blame on him.

Seeing him stammering, Zhao's mother was almost dying of anxiety, "You poor kid, just tell me!"

Zhao Dalong took a deep breath and said, "Then I told you not to get excited."

Mother Zhao waved her hands and said, "No, no, we are not excited. You are back now, so we are definitely not excited."

"In fact, the person you are looking for is not the boss from the south at all. He is just a kidnapper, and the address he gave you is also fake." Zhao Dalong said while looking at the expressions of the two people. If he saw something wrong, he would shut up immediately.

After Zhao Dalong finished speaking, Zhao's father and mother were stunned for a moment, and their faces lost all color. Zhao's mother swayed and almost collapsed, "How could it be... How could it be a kidnapper..."

Father Zhao clenched his fists, veins popping out on his forehead, "So what have you been doing these years..."

His voice trembled as he looked at the scar on Zhao Dalong's face, filled with self-blame and regret. This child looked most like him when he was a child. He had such a big scar on his face, and he didn't know how much suffering he had gone through.

If it were a little more off to the side, the eyes would...

Zhao Dalong quickly supported his mother and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine now. I ran away not long after he kidnapped me, but I couldn't find the way home, so I boarded a boat and arrived in Hong Kong."

"I met my wife there, and we had a child." Zhao Dalong quickly took out a photo from his suit pocket. "It's a girl. She hasn't been given a name yet. Her nickname is Nannan. Look, mom, she's so cute."

Mother Zhao took the photo with trembling hands. Looking at the delicate little girl in the photo being held by a gentle woman, tears welled up in her eyes again, "My daughter-in-law, my darling granddaughter..."

Father Zhao also came over and looked at the photo, his eyes welling up, "It looks like a big dragon. This little mouth looks like a little dragon."

Zhao Dalong heaved a sigh of relief. He still did not choose to tell the truth, but he did not lie either. He just avoided the important issues to make the two old people feel better.

After talking for a while, I heard Mrs. Zhang knocking on the door, "Mom and Dad, it's almost time for dinner."

Mother Zhao stood up quickly and said, "Yes, yes, yes. We were so busy talking that we forgot about the time."

"Hua'er, go to your fourth master's house and buy two chickens and five pounds of meat. You can cook it before it gets dark."

Mrs. Zhao wiped her hands and took off her apron. "Okay."

Zhao Dalong quickly stopped her, "Mom, don't bother. You can eat anything you want."

"Hey, if you don't want to eat it, then others won't eat it either. I'm going to cook chicken for you later, so you mustn't eat it."

Turning around, he looked at Lin Jianyan affectionately, "Don't be disgusted, kid. There's nothing good in the countryside. The chickens are all free-range chickens raised at home, and the meat is from pigs raised at home. It's definitely delicious."

Lin Jianyan smiled and replied, "Auntie, you are too polite. Just listening to you makes my mouth water."

Mother Zhao smiled happily and said, "Hey, you guys go to the main room and take a rest. Wait for the meat to come back. It will be ready soon."

Lin Jianyan looked around and said quickly, "Auntie, we are definitely not leaving today. We may need to stay here for a few days. I think you don't have enough rooms here. Can you find a place for us to stay?"

Mother Zhao thought for a moment and said to Father Zhao, "Old Zhao, go to the village chief's house and invite him to have a drink."

Father Zhao was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Mother Zhao meant, answered and went out. Mother Zhao turned to Lin Jianyan and Zhao Dalong and explained: "The village chief's house is big, it was newly built two years ago with green bricks and tiles. His children are not at home now, so you can go and live in his house if the room is empty."

"Let's ask the village chief to come over for dinner later and we'll talk to him. He's a nice guy and he'll definitely agree."

Lin Jianyan smiled and nodded.

At this moment, everyone heard the noise of children outside the door:

"Wow! A big car! Why is there a big car parked in front of our house?"

"Don't touch it, dog! Don't let others touch it and damage it!"

"Brother Gou, your hands are black. If you dirty the car, our family can't afford to pay for it."

Mother Zhao slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, those little ancestors are back." After saying that, she hurriedly walked out of the gate.

Zhao Dalong stood up curiously and walked out the door, followed by Lin Jianyan and others.

I saw three children surrounding the car, their eyes full of curiosity and amazement. There were one big and two small ones. The older one was a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old, and the younger ones, a boy and a girl, were probably about six or seven years old.

When they saw Zhao's mother coming out, they all surrounded her.

"Grandma, why is there a big car outside our house?"

"Mother! Mother! Brother Gou wanted to touch it, but I didn't let him."

"Mom, who is this? Why is it at our door? Is there someone coming to our house?"

Mother Zhao smiled and patted one child's head, then patted another child's shoulder, "Good, you are all good children."

"This car belongs to your brother's boss, Juan'er, keep an eye on your nephew and don't let them touch it, okay?"

Zhao Fengjuan nodded doubtfully, "I know, Mom. But my brother is not..."

She had no impression of this boy. She was only two or three years old when he left. She only knew about this person from her mother's words.

But we haven’t talked much in the past two years. I didn’t expect that the little brother would come back.