The courtyard is very clean and the layout is very simple.

An old tree, a garden, and the stone tables and chairs under it.

My eyes stopped at the edge of the garden, my heart was excited and my body was trembling.

At the edge of the garden, a man was pruning the plants carefully.

His figure was lonely, bent over, and his body looked thin. White hair, like an old man at dusk.

He is my father!

Although I have never seen my father, although now I only see his back, the impulse in my heart tells me that he is my father.

There is no subst.i.tute for the blood of a close relative.

I walked a little behind him and looked at his back in dismay. My nose was sour and eyes were red.

At this moment, I do not know what to say, really do not know what kind of att.i.tude to face him.

Meng Ziyang looked at me and then said to my father in a warm voice: "Uncle Seven, see who's here..."

"f.u.c.k off!" Father's head did not return, and his voice somewhat m.u.f.fled Meng Ziyang's words.

Meng Ziyang grinned bitterly and coughed softly, saying with some caution: "Uncle..."

Shua!

A cold light flashed, and a flower scissor was planted beside Meng Ziyang's feet.

Meng Ziyang closed his mouth.

Father stood up from the garden, turned around and said in a low voice: "If you want to die, I will follow your wish... Uh huh?

He saw me, and I saw his face.

Some similarities, even fools can tell that we must be related by blood.

Years left traces on his face, looking older, with silver hair, which made him feel a little older than his real age.

From the appearance, his body has a refined temperament, and a special breath, it seems very depressed.

We looked at each other so quietly that Meng Ziyang beside us did not say a word, and the atmosphere in the courtyard was somewhat solidified.

With the pa.s.sage of time, the heat in my heart gradually extinguished and became cold.

Because, from my father's eyes, I did not see any excitement and touching, only the cold and silent color.

That kind of look, like looking at a stranger's eyes, makes me very hurt!

Didn't he recognize me?

No, it's impossible. He was stunned. He must have recognized me!

Why?

Why did he look at me like this?

In the face of such eyes, the word"father" I simply can't say, can only be silent.

"This place is not for you to come, go!" Father said coldly.

Reunion of father and son should have been a warm and exciting scene and should have been a happy.

The fantasy scene did not appear, but it was a cold word that greeted me.

This is my father, the closest person I've missed for twenty years. Why?

At this moment, I felt like my heart was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain was almost unable to breathe.

"Uncle..." Meng Ziyang on the other side opened his mouth again at this time and said softly: "He's Zichen! You don't recognize him?"

Father glanced at Meng Ziyang and said in a cold voice: "You brought him into the Mengs?"

Meng Ziyang shook his head and said with a smile: "My cousin found it by himself..."

"Take him away, get out of here!" Father interrupted him directly, stooped to pick up the flower scissors, turned around and trimmed the garden again.

Meng Ziyang gave me a bitter laugh, shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless.

I looked at my father's back, and I didn't know whether it was anger or resentment, which eventually turned into deep sadness.

I laughed, heartbroken, did not cry, because I do not want him to see me cry, the last stubborn of mine is the only thing I have left at this time.

"Where's my mother?" My voice is a little hoa.r.s.e.

His action of pruning flowers and plants was paused. He was silent for a moment. He did not look back. He responded in a silent voice. "Dead!"

My body trembled and I looked at his back. I clenched my teeth, clenched my fists, and my phalanges were white.

My mother did not die, Meng Ziyang said, she is now in a special place, where even the Mengs dare not easily to provoke.

Father is deceiving me. Why?

I have already come here. I have no other relatives. Why does he not recognize me? Why does he deceive me?

Maybe he had a hard time. Maybe he didn't want me to go into the big whirlpool of Mengs, but the world is so big. Where else can I go?

I have parents, but I lived like an orphan. How did I come here these years? Didn't he ever think about it?

The hearts of grief and indignation has reached a point that can not be repeated.

I took a deep breath and took a step forward. Just as I was about to say something, there was a noisy footstep outside the gate of the courtyard.

A group of people appeared at the gate of the courtyard. More than a dozen people walked quickly into the courtyard and stood near us, looking at us coldly.

Meng Ziyang beside me sighed softly and said to me in a low voice: "Trouble is coming!"

Among a dozen or so people, the first few are middle-aged people, followed by young people about the same age as Meng Ziyang. They all look at me with bright eyes, and many of them have indistinguishable greed in their eyes.

Obviously, they have heard the news of my coming here.

"Ziyang, your cousin is back. Why don't you say h.e.l.lo to your family?" A middle-aged man at the head said with a smile.

Meng Ziyang stretched out lazily and said: "Uncle Six, are you complaining about me? Are you going to catch them with me with these people?

Hearing Meng Ziyang's words, the smile on the face of the middle-aged man converged, and his face became somewhat dark and silent. The faces behind him also became dark. Some of the young people bowed their heads and dared not look at Meng Ziyang. They seemed to be afraid of him.

Meng Ziyang looked at these people and smiled. The smile had an indescribable meaning.

"I know, you all think that Big Brother is the next owner of the family. In your eyes, I am just a sub131f191st.i.tute! By the time my eldest brother succeeded, it was time for me to disappear. I knew all this! "

Meng Ziyang walked over to them and stopped in front of the middle-aged man who was the leader. With a brilliant smile on his face, he said softly: "But one thing I want to tell you is that you'd better not be too presumptuous until you have completely decided that my eldest brother is the next head of the family. Even if those old guys were kicked in the head by donkeys and now announce that Big Brother is the next owner, even if I will die, then what? It's not a problem to pull up a few companies before I die... uncle six, am I right?

The leading middle-aged man looks ugly and looks at Meng Ziyang coldly without responding.

The middle-aged men and young people behind him were silent, but no one dared to talk back to him at this time.

Seeing the ugly faces of these people, Meng Ziyang burst out laughing, crazy and unbridled.

He walked straight through the crowd and left laughing wildly.

When Meng Ziyang left the courtyard, some of the crowd grunted and murmured. "Mad dog, it won't take long to die!"

"Main branch? So what? He is not the eldest son and grandson all the time. After that, the Mengs did not have his shelter!"

"When Zilan becomes the next owner, his fate is absolutely miserable!"

"Forbear it, he won't be mad for too long!"

A group of people voiced indignation and criticism, which seemed to have a great prejudice against Meng Ziyang.

"Enough!" The leading middle-aged man gave a cold shout, interrupted the noise of the people, looked at me coldly and said: "Meng Zichen, come with us. Several elders in the family are waiting for you!"