"When the flowers bloomed in spring this year, my father and I took him out to play. We originally planned to come back after seeing the wild flowers, but he insisted on fishing. Let's go fishing. They both fish a lot anyway, so they keep all their things in the car."

He sighed. "He insisted on catching a big one by himself, and a big fish came. He didn't ask me and dad to help, so he pulled him hard by himself. As a result, he was caught by the fish.

He was dragged into the water. The weather has warmed up, but the water is still cold. He has not left the hospital since that severe cold. As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he choked on the soup and got a respiratory infection again, so he went back to the hospital. He was too weak.

, the resistance was no longer enough. In the end, multiple organs failed and there was no way to save him. Officials came to visit him in those days. My father also knew that he was dying."

"Then he..." Lan Ze knew that his curiosity was inappropriate, but he just wanted to know, "Do I have to catch that fish?"

"The old man was holding a breath in his heart." The elder brother took a sip of wine and his eye circles were a little red.

"It should be quite pleasant with you guys by my side."

"Mom has always disliked him. She always thought he was just a bag of straw for embroidered pillows." My brother lowered his voice.

Sitting on his right were several other brothers and sisters.

They have nothing to do with their parents in the first place, so there is no need to know about these things and feel uncomfortable about these things.

"...Looking at the formation that gave birth to six of you in one breath, it must have been true love back then." Lan Ze judged based on common sense.

"So mom always thinks she's been cheated."

"Brother, thank you for your hard work."

It was really embarrassing for my son to be squeezed in the middle.

Lan Ze never likes to deal with his mother, how prescient he is.

"What happened back then was a bad debt." My brother was unhappy. "It's true that he took the calligraphy my father practiced. It's true that he took the poems copied by my father and gave them to my mother because they looked really good. Mom."

It’s true that I noticed that handwriting. These are all irrefutable facts. As for what else happened between them, after all these years, none of the juniors have been involved, so who can know?”

"Didn't the old man give him the paper he used to practice calligraphy on? He's free to deal with it how he wants to do it, right? Besides, I think what mom said is wrong." Lan Ze tried to comfort his brother. "It's not like an embroidered pillow."

Lan Ze thought of a suitable angle: "In the final analysis, it is just a language problem. If you are not in a native language environment, you will always suffer."

Lan Ze understands this very well. However, his teachers and classmates in the high school where he studied abroad were extremely tolerant of his ignorance.

Bai Quanming stopped and thought about it seriously. From this angle, he suddenly felt much better.

"Yes, it's a language problem. In fact, he is not illiterate and has a very high level of education. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do the work of the consortium."

"Then it's over."

Cross-cultural communication is always difficult. Precisely because basic interpersonal communication can be maintained, each other treats each other as equal and normal people. Under the scrutiny of "equal" eyes, it is easy for each other to regard each other's slow response as two

Fool.

When Lanze was studying abroad, if he didn't have to play football, show off his talents by picking up girls, and mingle with local teenagers, he would easily be regarded by his classmates as a nerd with shortcomings in daily interactions. Because he struggled to speak and communicate, he talked little. His mother who lived at home until she was ten years old

A few years later, I still think that he was a quiet and good boy back then. Lanze was so naughty that he bombed the school with homemade explosives and was sent to study abroad (exiled). Could he be a quiet and good boy?

Mr. Wei's rank is much higher than his.

Excluding typos, the name he gave his child is quite decent. At least it seems to be in line with the rules of Chinese culture, and it doesn't have a name like "Bai Jia Jia" or "Bai Rou Zheng".

After changing the power to Quan, the names of the five children besides Quan Ming are probably: Baiquanshui, Baiquansheng (sound?), Baiquan cold, Baiquanqin (clear?), Baiquanhao (... I think this is, for the moment,

It contains the father’s best wishes for his daughter).

Although he is not very beautiful, his cultural level is not much worse than that of ordinary people.

But coupled with the problem of typos, the mother's psychological gap became even greater.

This is seriously inconsistent with the elegant character who can write good calligraphy and is familiar with ancient poetry.

If Old Man Wei had shown in every way: I am a foreigner and I don’t know anything about your country, maybe my mother would not dislike him for being uneducated.

But in this case, the two of them might not have a chance to start.

Bai Quanming and Lan Ze murmured and analyzed it carefully while eating.

Anyway, Old Man Wei has passed away, and it is impossible for him to get back together with his mother, and there cannot be any threat to the old man's family happiness. Lan Ze doesn't mind portraying him in a better light.

The final conclusion was that there was nothing wrong with Old Man Wei and his mother. My brother finally felt at ease.

After the large-scale dinner in the evening, the old man helped Taoist Bai leave, while Wei Yaoxing accompanied her mother.

Lan Ze took Mo Mo for a walk around to eat and look for his son's mother.

Finally, I found it in a small square next to the underground passage. A group of women gathered in a circle and they were playing shuttlecock.

Although the number of people has decreased, Lan Ze doesn't know them anyway, so he can't tell who went back first.

Zhang He was playing vigorously. The girl named Mu with the scar on her face was also there, and Zhang He's female guard Lulu was also in the circle.

Zhang He saw Lan Ze coming and then exited the circle, "I was just going to talk to you."

"Hmm. Tell me to find a place to stay at night?"

Zhang He looked strangely embarrassed: "I'm with them tonight. Xiao Momo is with you...Hey, are you okay?"

Of course there is no problem.

"...You are no longer a member of the Federation."

"So I'm going to join in the fun."

"Senior!" Miss Mu jumped over. "Hey! Hello, brother-in-law! My surname is Mu."

Such a pretty girl, with a faint scar on her face, she looks a little cynical when she smiles.

Lan Ze looked at her: "You Mu Guiying?"

"Uh, Mu Weizhe."

Mo Mo raised her hand and said hello: "Oh, okay!"

"Hey, little boyfriend, hello!"

Lan Ze immediately pulled Mo Mo behind him. This was indeed a female hooligan.

Hooligan Mu smiled sarcastically, looked at Zhang He, and jumped back to kick the shuttlecock.

"Why are you so nervous? You are joking." Zhang He said.

"It's a crime to be so young!" Lan Ze pointed at Mo Mo, who looked at him inexplicably.

"You have such a rich imagination. It's just to amuse the children." Zhang He scratched her hair. She was kicking and dancing until her head was sweating. "Actually, she is very similar to me..."

"What are you trying to convince me of?"

If we let these dangerous women play with little boys... let’s not talk about it!

"Convince you to agree to my staying up all night?"
Chapter completed!