Wen Yiquan suddenly became a little nervous, sitting restlessly on the sofa as if he had heat rash. He would occasionally look up at the clock on the wall, silently read out the time, and then repeat the process after a while.
"Are you having a Parkinson's attack? Why are you shaking like that?"
Su Juan glared at him, then slapped his leg with a loud "smack".
Wen Yiquan winced in pain, but fortunately, middle-aged men are tough and the pain subsided after a while. With a forced smile, he said, "It's nothing, I was just a little nervous."
"Why are you so nervous about the two kids coming home?"
“It just doesn’t make sense.” Wen Yiquan frowned and pondered for a while. “Last time, that kid Wen Mo was talking nonsense like he was crazy, saying he wanted to stay…”
"You're not allowed to talk about my son like that!" Su Juan squinted defiantly.
"Isn't that my son too..." Wen Yiquan awkwardly changed his tune, "Anyway, after such an unpleasant incident last time, how come these two dare to come back?"
Su Juan ignored this middle-aged man who was full of grand theories. Everyone says that middle-aged men should have the ambition of wolves, but after so many years of marriage, she hadn't seen any such ambition in this guy. He was just a bit like Wolverine in terms of being thick-skinned and tough.
Wen Yiquan adjusted his glasses and looked through the few chat records between himself and his son on his phone.
It's more accurate to call it a transfer record than a chat log, as it contains a few perfunctory replies from the son interspersed among the transfers.
The middle-aged man was heartbroken...
Winmer, you big idiot!
Last night, I suddenly sent a message that was a little longer than usual.
"Go home tomorrow morning, I need to discuss something important."
Something important? What is it?
Let's discuss the precautions for staying in Linchuan in more detail? It's not even close to being decided yet! I haven't agreed to let you stay in Linchuan either.
Su Juan glanced disdainfully at Wen Yiquan, who was staring blankly at the chat history. Just as she was about to say something to him, the doorbell rang.
"They're here?" Wen Yiquan hurriedly looked up, sat up straight, and composed himself, trying to portray the image of a stern old father who was still sulking.
Su Juan waved him off to play, got up, opened the door, and smiled as she took a bag of milk tea from the delivery guy. "I ordered takeout."
"Pfft, you scared me..."
Wen Yiquan relaxed again, glancing at the several cups of milk tea in the bag. "You're drinking so much? Won't it be too sweet?"
"Stupid, there are still children among them."
Su Juan rolled her eyes at him, then inserted the straw and drank it happily.
"What about mine?"
"There's none for you. You already have liver problems, and if you drink milk tea now, aren't you afraid you'll develop diabetes?" Su Juan put the remaining two cups in the refrigerator and pushed the teapot on the coffee table over to her.
"I won't drink this, it's too bitter..."
Wen Yiquan looked disgusted.
When the time was almost up, he let out a long breath, glanced at the time one last time, and slowly asked, "Do you think they're a good match?"
Su Juan sipped her milk tea, turned her head and squinted at him.
"Don't look at me like that. I know you have something to say too."
Wen Yiquan crossed his arms, then covered his head, sighing and shaking his head. "Let me state my opinion first, I don't have much faith in them."
He has never said these words to them, not for any other reason than that Xia Lian is a sensitive girl who has experienced trauma. If he were to forcibly separate the two of them, something bad would probably happen.
Therefore, we can only wait for them to digest it slowly.
The feelings during high school are the purest and most beautiful. Everyone seems to see each other through a filter, not to mention that the two kids are good-looking, so it's normal for them to like each other.
But after the initial feelings fade, over time, it can become tiresome.
This is Wen Yiquan's plan, which he calls chronic death. The same applies when they go home for the New Year. What should they do if they are criticized by others?
If you can't even get through this hurdle, then it's better to end the relationship sooner rather than later.
"If you don't think it's good, then you don't think it's good."
Su Juan acted as if it were none of her business.
Wen Yiquan laughed and moved closer to sit beside her. "You think they're a good match?"
"...I'm not sure either."
"Pfft, so you don't really think much of them either. I thought you were fully supportive." Wen Yiquan shook his head with a smile.
Su Juan put down her milk tea, guessing they should be here soon, and went into the kitchen to start working on the unfinished dishes. As she walked, she tossed out a sentence, "What do you know? Kids this age are most easily carried away. Besides, haven't you seen the changes in our son?"
"Pshaw, what changes could he possibly make?"
Wen Yiquan disagreed.
Su Juan picked up a kitchen knife and poked her head out of the kitchen.
"Why would you try to chop me with a kitchen knife just because we disagree?" Wen Yiquan subconsciously took two steps back.
"Tsk, stop being so glib." Su Juan rolled her eyes and pointed at the phone on the table with the kitchen knife. "Look at the most recent photo of your son on your phone. When was it taken?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yiquan picked up his phone and looked through the few photos of Wen Mo in his album.
As I flipped through the photos, there were barely more than 30 pictures. The most recent one was taken two years ago, in which he was making a peace sign with a slightly immature expression and smiling happily.
"It was taken two years ago."
"Now you can see what's different about him, right?"
Su Juan's response came from the kitchen, along with the sound of chopping vegetables.
Wen Yiquan scratched his head, turning it over and over, but still couldn't understand it.
"Tsk, what I mean is, since Xiaolian came to our house, haven't you noticed that our son talks more often? He also comes home more often."
"...Now that you mention it, it's true."
Wen Yiquan looked at the photos on his phone and scrolled to his son's WeChat Moments. The most recent photo was a group photo that could only be seen by family and friends.
Wenmo is the type of person who will never speak to others unless they initiate it.
Years passed and it remained the same. He was so afraid of trouble that Wen Yiquan knew almost nothing about his interpersonal relationships or his studies.
Unless you ask him directly.
In recent months, Wenmo has become like a different person. He will inform me of almost anything that happens, although most of it is about that girl.
And she's been going home more often than usual, which makes Su Juan very happy.
It wouldn't be accurate to say he's become more cheerful, but Wen Yiquan feels that the unique sense of distance between father and son is slowly disappearing.
However, what Wen Mo said last time really angered him. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually quite annoyed inside.
Why choose to stay in the city when you have the opportunity to attend a good university? Isn't that foolish?
As for the reason, even a child could figure it out.
But ironically, his eyes were incredibly serious when he said those words.
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