The next day, when Sheng Jingshi came to pick up his son from school, his legs were suddenly grabbed.
The recipe was familiar, but the person wasn't. Sheng Jingshi looked at the face that resembled his own and knew who was clinging to him.
Sheng Jing looked up at her brother with a pitiful expression: "Brother, Xiao Chen said you're taking him out to play, can I come along too?"
The other person had beautiful eyes and looked expectant.
“Sheng Jingshi, little boy, why did you go to someone else’s place? He is Sheng Chen’an’s father, and your driver is here.”
The driver then spoke up: "Don't worry, Teacher Guo, that's our young master's older brother."
The teacher seemed to realize that they shared the same surname and looked somewhat alike. She had previously suspected that the two children might be related, but she hadn't seen their parents interact much. Although the children played well together, Xiao Chen kept calling the other "uncle," which made the other person a little unhappy.
Unexpectedly, they really were uncle and nephew; Xiao Chen hadn't called the wrong person, the other was indeed his uncle.
"I see. In that case, you can talk." After learning about the situation, the teacher took the other children to find their parents.
…
Sheng Jingshi looked at Sheng Jingshi and asked, "Don't your parents take you out to play?"
They left him alone at home again? That shouldn't be the case. Didn't they stop traveling abroad and say they were going to raise their child properly?
"Mom said there's nothing fun outside, so she won't take me out to play, and I can only see them after noon."
He was bored in the morning. He couldn't play with his parents or go out to play with other children because there didn't seem to be any other children around him.
His parents hired many tutors to teach him all sorts of talents and skills, but he didn't like any of them.
It seems he has never gone out with his parents. His parents have always been by his side, but he has never done anything that made him happy.
Seeing how expectant the other person looked, and remembering that they were also going out, Wan Ge looked at Sheng Jingshi and said, "Why don't we call Mom and Dad? See if they agree?"
"good."
Looking at Sheng Jingshi, Sheng Jingshi felt as if he saw his own reflection in the other person.
Even though the other person's situation is completely different from yours, why do you always feel that you haven't found happiness in them?
My parents have been by his side the whole time, so why do I still feel like he's like me?
To be honest, when Sheng Jingshi saw how much his parents cared for him and how they always stayed by his side, he didn't feel jealous.
More often than not, he wasn't so happy when he saw the magnificent scene; it was as if he saw his own reflection in it.
He was more puzzled than confused, not understanding why the other person, whose situation was different from his own, felt the same way.
"Xiao Jing, do you want to come home with us now?" Wan Ge reached out and patted the child's head again.
"Okay." Sheng Jingshi happily took Wan Ge's hand.
But at that moment, Xiao Chen grabbed his hand, though not very tightly: "No, only Dad can hold Mom's hand. Uncle, let me hold yours."
When Sheng Jing saw how sensible the child was, he couldn't help but pat Xiao Chen's head again. She was still the sweet little girl he had raised with his own hands.
On the way home, Sheng Jingshi had already called his parents to tell them that he had picked up Sheng Jingshi and that he would take him out to play the next day.
After hesitating for a moment, the person on the other end of the phone agreed, told him to be careful, and then didn't say anything more.
…
The next morning, before setting off, Sheng Jing stood in front of a pile of cups, seemingly hesitating:
Should we choose the blue one or the brown one? My wife likes the blue one, and Xiaochen likes the brown one, so how about we wear both?
"It's okay, just take the brown one."
Upon hearing the voice, Sheng Jing immediately turned around. Was it his wife speaking to him? How did his wife know what he was thinking?
In that sense, Sheng Jingshi always felt that his wife was very understanding of him, and that she would make choices for him without him having to ask.
Can my wife really hear what I'm thinking? Hey, can my wife hear me?
"I can hear it."
【!! My wife can really hear me.】 Sheng Jingshi looked at Wan Ge with utter shock and disbelief.
"Wife...when did you become able to hear me?" Does that mean my wife knows all my thoughts, including those unhealthy ideas that pop into my head...?
"I heard it before we even officially met, but I didn't know it was your true feelings at the time."
What he thought was a deep connection turned out to be just that his wife could hear his thoughts. What should he do?
"How can being able to hear your thoughts not mean we're in sync?" Wan Ge reached out and hugged him again.
"My wife is right." Sheng Jingshi hugged his wife tightly. No wonder he felt that his wife accepted him so well. It seemed that his wife had known how much he loved her all along.
…
They stayed overnight at the resort and planned to go home the next day, but Mr. Sheng and his wife appeared at that moment.
"Xiao Jing, did you have fun? Your parents are here to pick you up and take you home."
Unexpectedly, Sheng Jingshi hid directly behind Sheng Jingshi: "Mom, can I stay at my brother's house for a few more days? I like staying at my brother's house."
"Why? Don't you like living with your parents?" Madam Sheng's expression was somewhat unpleasant. The other woman's appearance reminded her of when she returned from her trip to France, and Sheng Jingshi had also been hiding behind the old man, looking at her as if she were a stranger.
While things weren't quite that bad during the peak of his career, it still brought back unpleasant memories.
"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that Mom and Dad don't play with me, and neither do my brother and sister-in-law."
Even though my parents are right beside me, they watch TV together, read books together, and trim the plants together, and I always feel like I can't fit in.
They only seem to pay attention to him when they remember him, but they don't do that when they're with their brother.
After listening, Sheng Jingshi understood. No wonder he always felt that he saw his own reflection in the other person.
Sheng Jingshi looked at his parents and said, "If you really don't want to raise them, then don't have them."
Mr. Sheng finally realized that his companionship could not be considered true companionship. He would never treat his child the same way he treated his wife, and the attention he received from her was too little.
"We're sorry, we were wrong, it won't happen again."
After saying that, Mr. Sheng squatted down again, reached out his hand to Sheng Jingshi, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Jingshi, your father and I were wrong. We won't do it again. Your father and I will definitely take good care of you. Would you like to give your father and us another chance?"
Sheng Jing hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards his father.
After Mr. Sheng left, Wan Ge and Xiao Chen took Sheng Jingshi's hands and said, "Honey, let's go home too."
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