Chapter 529 Reunion

"Son of a bitch, aren't you usually very good at it?"

Ye Dongping was unhappy with his son's behavior of holding his wife just now. He turned a blind eye to Ye Tian's help and turned his head aside, but tears flowed down his cheeks.

Although his son has not called his mother, Ye Dongping has been waiting for more than 20 years for the gathering of the family of three. At this time, his heart is like a flood discharge reservoir, and his emotions can't rage on his own.

"Xiaotian, do you... still refuse to forgive your mother?"

Song Weilan's tearful eyes flashed, and Ye Tian's chubby appearance flashed in her mind. She knew that she had missed the most precious twenty years of her son's life, which could not be compensated with anything.

If Song Weilan chooses, she is willing to use her rich wealth to exchange for the past 20 years. She would rather give up her tens of billions of wealth and be a mother with an apron.

"I... can you calm me down?"

Ye Tian can't tell what he feels in his heart. Since he was a child, he has been used to the life with his father. Although he will also make up his mother's appearance in his mind, when he suddenly met, Ye Tian still felt a little unreal, as if he was dreaming.

"Good... OK, don't worry, really don't worry."

Song Weilan's face was full of tears, but she still comforted her son. As for Ye Dongping's behavior of wiping the wound with a disinfectant towel, she was completely blind.

Ye Tian slowly stood up, walked to the window of the room, looked at the Forbidden City and square in front of him, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "Since I was a child, I have seen other children calling my mother. I am always very envious. Everyone else has a mother. What do I have?

When other children called me a wild, I would beat them with my fists, and I would hit them even if I couldn't beat them. Because I know that I have a mother, but where was my mother at that time?

Ye Tian said this, and his eyes were full of tears. The scene of childhood was like a movie, constantly scratching through his mind. Ye Tian, who was thin, dared to fight with his twelve or thirteen-year-old child at the age of seven or eight.

Although Ye Tian will be severely beaten by his father every time he comes home, the next time someone dares to scold him like that. Ye Tian would still rush up, but Ye Tian never said that he fought with others for his mother.

Listening to her son's words, Song Weilan's heart was like a knife, and tears kept gushing out of her eyes, trembling all over.

But Song Weilan didn't make any sound. She bit her lip. She wanted to listen... to listen to her son's talk. Because she wants to know how much pain her son has suffered in the past 20 years?

"Later, as I grew older, I also learned a lot of things. But I never understood why my mother left me and my father at that time.

I have hated you from my heart and your ruthlessness. I have also thought that there will be only a father and no mother in my life!"

"So, you... Do you still blame me?" Song Weilan's eyes revealed a look of despair. She didn't expect that her son would be so resentful of her?

"No... that's all the past!"

Ye Tian shook his head and turned around. Looking at Song Weilan, who was holding the sofa helplessly with both hands, her fingertips had been deeply embedded, and Ye Tian suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

"I came to the capital a few years ago and knew the whole story of this matter. Only then did I know that it was not your fault. No wonder, we can only blame that special era, right?

To be honest, to this day, Ye Tian really doesn't have a trace of resentment for his mother, but for this word that he has not shouted for more than 20 years, it is not so easy to say.

After hearing Ye Tian's words, Song Weilan's desperate eyes suddenly glowed with vitality. She suddenly sat up and asked unbelievablely, "Child... Kid, you... Will you forgive your mother?

"Well, I really don't blame you now."

Ye Tian nodded and said hesitantly, "Please...please give me some time, I... I haven't called that name yet!"

At this time, Ye Tian did not have the appearance of decisive killing in Myanmar. Now he is completely a young big boy. Even if he has summoned up his courage, he still did not call out the word "mother".

"Good... OK, Mom won't force you, son, you... Don't worry, you can call whenever you want. Mom will never leave you again!"

Song Weilan's mood, with Ye Tian's words, was like riding a roller coaster. It was not until this moment that she began to cry bitterly, but the crying was releasing the joy in her heart.

Ye Dongping sat silently next to his wife, grabbed her hands tightly, and let her lean on his shoulder and sobbed.

And Ye Dongping, a man who has experienced many hardships and has never shed a drop of tears, also wet his clothes. This is exactly when a man has tears, but he is not sad!

"Actually... Dad has been working very hard all these years. Although he never said it, I know that he miss you very much and wants you to come back..."

Looking at his always strong father's tearful face, Ye Tian's voice was also a little choked. In Cao's year, the father and son depended on each other. Ye Tian also advised his father to find another wife, but Ye Dongping refused. At that time, he knew that his mother occupied the position in his father's heart.

"Dongping, it's hard for you!"

Song Weilan raised her head and stared at her husband's face. Her son's words reminded her of many of those years. Although she was very poor, the happiness in her heart is difficult to find now.

Looking at the talented young man in those years, he now has gray hair on his temples. Song Weilan was also distressed for a while. The gap in her heart was finally completely relieved, and she gently stroked her husband's face with her hand.

"Vilan, it's not bitter. I firmly believe that our family can finally be reunited!"

Ye Dongping helped his wife wipe away the tears on his face. Their eyes condensed together for a long time. Time seemed to flow back between them, and the two returned to the beautiful Maoshan Mountain.

"Cough..."

Seeing his father's intimate behavior, Ye Tian couldn't help feeling a little itchy in his throat. After coughing, he said, "That... Well, Dad, I'll go out for a cigarette first, and you two talk first!"

Ye Tian can see that before he came, his father and mother seemed to be a little rusty. Naturally, he refused to make a light bulb at this time, and now he wanted to slip out.

"Get out of here and have dinner together tonight!"

Ye Dongping waved his hand angrily. It was easy to have a spiritual meeting with his wife, but he was disturbed by this bastard boy. God knows if his wife will close her heart again?

"Dongping, you are not allowed to talk to your son like this!"

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Dongping finished his words, Song Weilan refused. She pushed her husband away, walked barefoot on the carpet, pulled Ye Tian, and said, "Smoking is not good for your health. Don't smoke. Don't go anywhere. Sit next to your mother and let me have a good look!"

Although his mother was in charge of himself, there was a warm feeling in Ye Tian's heart. He nodded and was held by his mother and sat on the sofa.

Although Ye Dongping stared angrily, he was helpless. He clearly realized that in the future, his position in this family would only rank third at most.

With Ye Tian's marriage and children, it is estimated that this status will continue to decline.

Thinking of this, Ye Dongping's eyes were full of sadness. Ye Tian couldn't help shivering and said quickly, "Dad, didn't you let me bring something? Here you are..."

As Ye Tian spoke, he took out the bracelet wrapped in red silk from his pocket and squeezed his eyes at his father.

"Is this? Oh, I know."

Ye Dongping saw his son's look, how could he not understand? I took the thing, pinched it in my hand, and felt that it was a bracelet.

"Vilan, this is a gift for you and my son. Do you like it?"

No matter how thick-skinned Ye Dongping is, he is embarrassed to say that this item was prepared by himself, because so far, he doesn't know what kind of bracelet is wrapped in red cloth.

What kind of figure Song Weilan is. How can't you see that the two of them are so tricky? At the moment, he didn't say anything and said with a smile, "I like everything my son gave me!"

"Cough, let's talk about it later. Let's talk about it later."

Ye Dongping's old face turned red, and he reached out to open the red cloth. A crystal clear bracelet with a turquoise body appeared on his palm.

The warm sunlight outside the window shone on the bracelet through the glass, and the green became brighter and brighter, reflecting the red silk cloth below, emitting a magnificent color that could not be described in words.

"This...is this the material of the emperor's green?"

Ye Dongping has been engaged in antique business for more than ten years, and his vision is naturally almost done. When he saw the bracelet clearly, his hand holding the bracelet couldn't help shaking and almost fell off the bracelet.

You know, the emperor's green ring face is rare in the market, and the occasional appearance in the auction house will also cause many rich people to compete.

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"Dad!"

Ye Tian was a little embarrassed when his father saw the good things. He wanted to support his father's scene, but why was he disappointing?

"Ah? Hey, I...I..."

Ye Dongping knew that it was a matter of help, and scratched his head with some embarrassment. The blind man also knew what was going on with his behavior just now.

"Dongping, the bracelet is very beautiful. Thank you and my son."

Song Weilan picked up the bracelet from Ye Dongping's hand with a smile. She could understand Ye Tian's desire to match her and her husband.

PS: The first update, there are too many annoying things in the past few days, and the notebook hard disk has been scrapped. The manuscripts for more than a month are all in it. I have a headache. Eat something and continue to type words!

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