After an unknown amount of time, the screen of his silent phone lit up on the passenger seat. Xu Yanfeng wanted to wait until he was calmer before answering Xia Xi's call, but when he glanced at it casually, he found that the caller ID showed that it was his mother.
Xu Yanfeng pinched the bridge of his nose and adjusted himself to answer the call.
Zhong Yinghong heard that he had been busy at the company recently and was very concerned about his health. She said she had personally cooked a pot of soup for him. If he was busy, he could go home and drink it, or she could give him an address and she would send it to him.
Xu Yanfeng didn't want his mother to be tired, so he told her that he would go home soon.
When Zhong Yinghong heard this, her voice became cheerful and she told him to drive carefully.
Xu Yanfeng put down his phone and looked out the window at the night sky which was so deep blue that it was almost black. After a while, he lowered half of the window and a cool breeze blew in, blowing away some of the irritability in his heart.
He changed his route and headed home.
After driving for nearly 40 minutes, the car slowed down and drove into an old villa. As soon as it stopped, the housekeeper came quickly, bowed and opened the door for him, called him "Second Young Master" with a kind smile on his face.
Xu Yanfeng nodded lightly and strode to the main hall.
Zhong Yinghong had heard the noise a long time ago and came over. She looked him over with loving eyes, patted his arm, and said, "You look a little thinner."
Xu Yanfeng's lips moved slightly, adding a smile: "Not bad."
Zhong Yinghong didn't ask the nanny to do it for her, but served the soup herself and brought it to Xu Yanfeng. The nanny had nothing to do, so she smiled and said, "This is the soup that Madam has been watching over for the whole afternoon. It's full of essences. Second Young Master, you have to drink two more bowls."
Before Xu Yanfeng could respond, the sound of a car shutting down was heard in the yard. Soon, the clatter of leather shoes on tiles became clearer. It was his father Xu Guanshan who had returned. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with his dyed black hair combed up, revealing his broad forehead. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he was intimidating without even being angry.
Seeing Xu Yanfeng at home, Xu Guanshan was a little surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He just said calmly: "You're back?"
Xu Yanfeng nodded and replied, "Yes."
Even Zhong Yinghong couldn't tell when the relationship between father and son began to fade. She slowly walked forward, took the suit Xu Guanshan had taken off, shook it, hung it on the floor-standing clothes hanger, and turned to ask the nanny to bring another bowl of soup.
Xu Guanshan sat down across from his son, unbuttoning his sleeves while looking at him. He wanted to take advantage of the harmonious atmosphere to chat with him, but he was not very good at it. When he opened his mouth, he talked about company matters again. "I heard from Mr. Zheng and Mr. Dong that you are doing very well in the company. Maybe I should consider giving you some real power and letting you do it freely. Success or failure doesn't matter. It will be a kind of experience for you at the moment."
Xu Yanfeng finished his soup and stood up with his empty bowl: "Thank you, Dad."
Before Xu Guanshan was about to say something, Xu Yanfeng had already walked towards the kitchen. The nanny just came out with a tray in her hand with a bowl of soup on it for Xu Guanshan.
"Second Young Master, just let me clean up." said the nanny.
Xu Yanfeng said "It's okay", put the bowl in the sink, turned around and prepared to leave.
Zhong Yinghong saw him take the car keys and glanced at the sky outside. It was already completely dark, so she tried to persuade him to stay: "It's so late, it's not safe to drive. If you have nothing to do tomorrow morning, you can rest for the night."
Xu Yanfeng always obeyed his mother's words. After hearing this, he thought for a moment and put down the car keys: "Okay."
Xu Yanfeng went upstairs to the study. He didn't want to deal with work matters and had no interest in studying. He sat there for about ten minutes, took out a stack of rice paper from the drawer and spread it on the table, then started grinding ink and practicing calligraphy.
Because the mind is not calm, the strokes of the words on the rice paper are messy, only the shape can be seen, but not the style.
Xu Guanshan passed by the study and saw the door was ajar. He pushed it open without saying hello and stood by the desk, watching for a while. Dissatisfaction appeared on his dignified face: "Is it because you haven't practiced for a long time? Your handwriting has regressed a lot. It's not even as good as when you were eight or nine years old."
As soon as he spoke, Xu Yanfeng paused, and the brush dropped a meaningless stroke on the beige rice paper, his face suddenly darkening.
When I was eight or nine years old...
Xu Guanshan obviously thought about what happened back then. He closed his eyes, and his powerful aura faded. The seriousness on his face also faded a little. Suddenly, he turned into an old father, and his voice was tinged with fatigue: "Are you still blaming me? It's been many years since that happened."
Xu Yanfeng was stunned. Had so many years passed? Why did he remember it so clearly? Even the look in Xu Guanshan's eyes as he lay in bed, gazing out the door, was still vividly imprinted in his mind.
"My mother is here." Xu Yanfeng placed the brush on the mountain-shaped pen holder and reminded in a calm voice.
Just as she finished speaking, Zhong Yinghong knocked on the half-open study door, her voice as soft as water: "Isn't it okay to disturb your conversation? I just remembered that I made fresh wontons this afternoon. Are you hungry? How about making some supper?"
Xu Yanfeng knew that he didn't go home often, and every time he came, his mother always wanted to do more for him, no matter how insignificant. He understood his mother's heart, and since he hadn't eaten dinner, soup alone wouldn't fill him up, so he followed his mother's wishes and said, "Then cook some."
Zhong Yinghong really looked very happy: "I won't chat with you anymore, I'm going to cook now."
The atmosphere of the conversation was ruined by Zhong Yinghong's sudden arrival. Xu Guanshan said nothing more, sighed, and walked out of the study with his hands behind his back.
In less than half an hour, Zhong Yinghong cooked the wontons, brought them to the study, put them on the table, and urged Xu Yanfeng to eat them while they were hot.
While he was eating wontons, Zhong Yinghong bent down to pick up the rice paper thrown into the wastebasket, spread it on the desk, smoothed out the wrinkles with her palm, read the sloppy handwriting, and then studied Xu Yanfeng's expression. Suddenly, she said, "Are you in love?"
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