Because Xu Guanshan did not release his low pressure again, the meal was quite harmonious, but it was still a little far from being a real happy occasion.
Xia Xi had food constantly being picked up by Zhong Yinghong and Xu Yanfeng, and her bowl was piled up like a small mountain. She thought that luckily the skirt she wore today was only slim-fitting and not tight, so there was still some room to spare, while she silently ate the food in the bowl.
After dinner, Xu Junmo found an opportunity to remind Xu Yanfeng: "I sent it to you."
"What?" Xu Yanfeng took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and clicked on WeChat.
A few minutes ago, Xu Junmo sent him an audio file.
"Don't you want to know what Big Tiger and Xia Xi talked about? It's all in here." Xu Junmo raised his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck. "I risked getting beaten to record it for you."
Xu Yanfeng had previously sent a message asking him to look after Xia Xi. Now his father had asked Xia Xi to go to the study to talk alone. How could he take care of him?
With an idea, he pretended to go in to give Xia Xi some juice, turned on the recording on his phone, and left the phone inside.
Only after Xu Guanshan came out of the study did he have the chance to go in and get his cell phone.
Xu Yanfeng looked at him with a smile and admiration in his eyes, but he was not forgiving in his words: "How dare you pluck hair from a tiger's mouth."
Xu Junmo rolled his eyes. "Isn't it all because of you?" He pointed at Xu Yanfeng and said, "Brothers should settle accounts clearly. You owe me this favor first. If I need your help later, you must be willing to help me. No hesitation."
Xu Yanfeng nodded halfheartedly.
*
Zhong Yinghong took out an old photo album and told Xia Xi that it was full of photos of Xu Yanfeng, from childhood to adulthood. He didn't like taking photos, so most of them were taken accidentally.
Xia Xi opened it with great interest and his eyes paused.
This is a commemorative photo of Xu Yanfeng's hundred days old. The little guy is wearing a light yellow jumpsuit and is held in Zhong Yinghong's arms. There is a red dot on his forehead and his face is white and tender.
In the photo, Zhong Yinghong is wearing a red suit, with her long black hair loose and a pearl headband on her head. She is smiling at the camera, with a gentle and noble temperament, worthy of being a lady from a prominent family.
Xia Xi murmured to herself, "Looking at it this way, Ziheng and Xu Yanfeng looked quite similar when they were kids."
Zhong Yinghong didn't hear clearly, so she tilted her head and asked her, "What do you mean by similar?"
Xia Xi took out his cell phone, found a photo of Ziheng shortly after he was born from the album, and handed it to Zhong Yinghong to see.
Zhong Yinghong took a few glances and asked in surprise, "How do you have a photo of Afeng when he was so young? Did he give it to you? No way... That's not right. I haven't even seen this photo before."
Xia Xi smiled. It turned out she wasn't the only one who thought the father and son looked alike: "This isn't Xu Yanfeng, this is his son."
Zhong Yinghong was like being struck by lightning: "Whose son???"
Xia Xi didn't understand why she looked so frightened. He suppressed his smile and wanted to ask Xu Yanfeng. Didn't he say he had explained everything to his mother? Why did Zhong Yinghong seem to have just found out about his son?
She didn't find Xu Yanfeng. He was in the living room just now, but now she didn't know where he had gone.
Xia Xi had no choice but to say: "The child you saw at home last time was mine and Xu Yanfeng's."
Zhong Yinghong's jaw dropped, her mouth opened into an O shape, and she was speechless for a long time.
This may be the most inappropriate expression of an elegant wealthy lady.
Xia Xi became more and more certain that Zhong Yinghong was unaware of this. His mind went blank for a second, not knowing what went wrong. "Xu Yanfeng said he told you."
Zhong Yinghong finally came back to her senses, but her eyes were still a little blank. "He did say that it was his child, but...but I thought..." Zhong Yinghong was embarrassed by her own stupidity. "I thought he meant that he would love your child as his own."
Xia Xi: “…”
Xu Yanfeng could actually be so unreliable at times, he didn't even know that his own mother had misunderstood him.
However, to her surprise, Zhong Yinghong was willing to accept her even though she thought the child was not Xu Yanfeng's. It can be imagined that she really loved Xu Yanfeng to the core.
Zhong Yinghong paused for a moment, then said in surprise and delight, "That child must be five or six years old, right?"
"Well, I had my sixth birthday in January."
Zhong Yinghong counted on her fingers, "So, you and Afeng were already together when you were in college... Ah! So the girl Afeng liked in college was you! It's always been you!"
Zhong Yinghong felt as if the clouds had parted and the moon was revealed.
Years ago, she only knew that Xu Yanfeng had a girl he loved, and that his emotions were affected by her, making him unlike himself. She didn't think there was anything wrong with that; it was normal for him to be in a relationship at that age. Later, perhaps after a breakup, he returned to his old self: silent and emotionless, as if he didn't care about anything, had no interest in anything, and it was even worse than before.
From the beginning to the end, she didn't know the girl's name or appearance. The last time she saw Xia Xi, she naturally didn't connect her with that girl.
Thinking of those things, Zhong Yinghong felt a little regretful, but when her gaze returned to Xia Xi's face, she didn't feel so regretful. After many twists and turns, the two of them were together again.
"Did you two break up?" Zhong Yinghong asked her for confirmation.
"yes."
"Hasn't it been you who raised the child alone these past few years?"
Xia Xi smiled and nodded.
Zhong Yinghong is also a mother, so she naturally understands the difficulty of raising a child. She looked at her with eyes full of heartache: "Thank you for your hard work. I didn't look closely last time, but I can see that you are raising the child very well."
Xia Xi didn't know how to respond, so she lowered her head and flipped through the photo album.
I came across a photo of Xu Yanfeng when he was five or six years old. He was small, but his facial features already showed delicate contours. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black overalls, and carrying a schoolbag. He looked like a little prince, with an unhappy expression on his face. I wonder what troubles he had at that time.
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