SFS Chapter 1390: Fight Again
Chapter 1390: Fight Again
Zhuang Shijue had a smile on his face, his bony fingers tapping lightly on the table, and suddenly he laughed jokingly.
"Brother, this is a very difficult task. The little one is very attached to my mother. If he doesn't see his grandmother for a while, he will cry non-stop. In this situation, how can I get him to you?"
Kou Quan smiled, "You have your own way."
Zhuang Shijue gently wiped the wing of his nose and said, "Brother, isn't this embarrassing for me?"
"Is it something that actually makes you feel embarrassed?" Kou Quan laughed.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." Zhuang Shijue smiled.
Kou Quan hung up the phone, drove to the hospital, drove around the hospital, and then went home. He pushed the door open and saw his old father sitting at home motionless. Kou Quan called out to him.
"dad."
Kou Yuancheng slowly raised his head and said, "I'm back. Have you eaten? I'll heat up some food for you."
"Okay." Kou Quan nodded.
Kou Yuancheng went into the kitchen to heat up some food for his son. Kou Quan looked at his father's hunched back, his eyes welling up, and he turned away.
Let his father do something, let the old man feel that his existence still has some value, let him know that his son needs him. His father is old and has suffered a lot in prison. Kou Quan remembers that when he took his father back, his father stood at the door, feeling uneasy. Nearly thirty years of prison life had already destroyed him to the point that he had forgotten how to live a normal life.
Any sound a little louder would scare my father.
Kou Quan never forgot that scene. He was sitting downstairs with his father that day. Several children were playing together, and one of them was blowing a whistle. The sharp sound of the whistle made his father stand up suddenly, shaking all over. From that day on, Kou Quan never went downstairs with his father again, for fear of encountering naughty children again.
My father didn't dare go out and was afraid to cross the road. There was very little food in the refrigerator at home. When Kou Quan was very busy at the hospital, he couldn't take care of the family. My father was alone at home and rarely ate. He lived a very hard life.
"Quan'er, the meal is ready, come and eat." Kou Yuancheng called out in a low voice.
"Yeah." Kou Quan walked over and sat down at the dining table.
Kou Yuancheng did not ask about his son's affairs for fear of causing trouble for him. He knew that his son was busy with his career and no strange woman had ever come back with him. It was late for young people to get married nowadays, so the past was the past and life had to move forward.
"The Zhuang family has done us a favor." After a long while, Kou Yuancheng whispered, "We can't reach their family. Don't be obsessed with what you can't have. Life is only a few decades long, and you're not young anymore. It's time to get married."
Kou Yuancheng spoke intermittently, hoping that his son would understand that begging is useless if it doesn't get what you want. It is better to let go, take a step back and live his own life well.
"Yeah." Kou Quan responded softly without saying anything else.
"..." Kou Yuancheng raised the question several times, then fell silent again. After Kou Quan had put down his bowl, he spoke again, "You've suffered so much. In our family, we don't have parents who are busy taking care of your affairs. Unlike other families, if you were born into a healthy family, you would already have a family..."
This is self-blame. The mistake he made back then harmed his family, his young wife, and his own son.
"Dad, everyone's fate is determined by God. I am the son of the Kou family, and no one can change that. Even if I live and eat at the Zhuang family for twenty years, I am still your son."
Kou Yuancheng didn't say anything else. Kou Quan thought about it over and over again, but couldn't figure out how to alleviate his old father's guilt and self-blame.
When Kou Quan returned to his room, he said softly, "The Zhuang family has been very kind to my Kou family, especially for giving me the opportunity to live with my father."
Kou Yuancheng wanted to say something but stopped himself. During this pause, his son had already entered the room.
Both father and son are men of few words. They have thousands of words in their hearts, but when they come to their mouths, only a few scattered words remain.
Two grown men, they really didn't even say a few words to each other. Kou Yuancheng buried his head in putting the dishes into the kitchen, tears streaming down his face as he turned his back to the living room.
His memory, almost thirty years later, hadn't been updated, still stuck in the few days he was taken away over twenty years ago. His stubborn young wife and small child, no matter how much he blamed himself and repented, could not buy his wife's young life or his son's confidence in life.
My son has been living under someone else's roof for more than twenty years. How can he take the initiative to fight for it?
I took the initiative once, but ended up...
In and out, time passed in the blink of an eye, and he could no longer keep up with this era and today's life.
Kou Yuancheng got up early, put breakfast on the table, and waited for his son to come out to eat.
Kou Quan came out and checked the time. It was still early. His father was sitting nearby, waiting for him. His father ate quickly, finishing the hottest porridge or the hardest bun in five minutes. Kou Quan had repeatedly reminded him not to rush, not to eat too fast, as the old man's stomach was already a problem. But how could habits formed after twenty or thirty years of imprisonment be changed overnight?
"If you really like Miss Zhuangjia that much, then go for it. Dad supports you."
It had been a while since Kou Yuancheng said this. Just last night, he had tactfully advised his son to give up, saying that they were not worthy of her.
They really couldn't marry her. She was the daughter of a prominent family in Beijing. Did she have to suffer in their house?
The Zhuang family has nothing to do with their Kou family, but they have spared no effort to help their family, helping them raise their children and running around for so long to get their sentences suspended and reduced. How can the financial and material resources they have put in be repaid with just a simple "thank you"?
Kou Quan slowly raised his eyes. His father had been cautious in his words and actions since he was released from prison. He restrained himself and also opposed him from having any evil thoughts.
Kou Yuancheng was silent for a moment before continuing, "I've thought about it. If we cut off our relationship with the Zhuang family, we won't be able to repay them in the slightest. If the young lady from the Zhuang family can marry into our family, I, an old man, will work like a slave for her, and that will at least be enough to repay the Zhuang family..."
"Dad!" Kou Quan suddenly put his hand on the back of his old father's hand, "Don't say that, I understand what you mean, I understand, I will try again."
Kou Quan's expression brightened up, with a smile on his face but tears in his eyes.
Kou Quan took advantage of his free time this morning to go to the kindergarten. Rong Tengyue's kindergarten was not in the community, but an aristocratic school outside. Anyone with money could get in. Although it was not a kindergarten in the community, outsiders could enter.
Kou Quan brought some snacks and went to see the Rong family's children. He gave the snacks to the teacher and watched the little girl outside the door.
The teacher was talking to Rong Tengyue inside, and after a while the teacher pulled Rong Tengyue out.
"Sir, Tengyue said he doesn't know you, so you'd better take the things back." The teacher said with a smile.
"It's okay, I'm her mother's friend. If I'm here, I'll come and take a look." Kou Quan said with a smile.
"Oh, I see." The teacher pulled the little girl and said, "Call me uncle."
"Hello, uncle."
Kou Quan half-knelt in front of Xiao Tengyue, "Will your mother come at noon?"