[Chapter 232]: Father and son, mother and son

(Readers have responded to the late update recently. I'm very sorry that a cigarette is here to make amends for you. This period is the New Year. It is not easy to visit relatives and friends and get together. A cigarette can only make time to code words at night. I hope everyone can understand.)

An old man and a young man who walked to the study sat by the chessboard and fought with wisdom and courage, staged a battle of intelligence and brainpower. Although QD learned a lot from the old gentleman under the sycamore tree, in the face of his grandfather galloping on the battlefield domineeringly on the chessboard, Tang Monk's defense was a little difficult, and the attack was inevitably restrained by the other party's fierce attack. However, the Tang monk used the battle plan to besiege Wei and save Zhao to reverse the situation, so that he was able to save the original crisis and uneasy situation, resulting in a draw. It made Tang Han very satisfied.

"Yes, it seems that Mr. Zhou has taught you a lot?" Looking at the chess game that could no longer be gone, Tang Han laughed.

"Is Mr. Zhou in Grandpa's mouth the old gentleman who taught me to play chess in QD?"

"That's him."

"I said. Inexplicably, an immortal-level grandfather appeared. I thought I was really talented and had excellent bones. I was favored by that immortal-level grandfather. Tang Seng said with a smile that he could understand Grandpa's painstaking efforts. Naturally, he also knew that half a year ago, he was not a material that could achieve positive results at all. Perhaps without Grandpa Zhou's help, he would not have made such good achievements in QD.

"Don't underestimate yourself. If Mr. Zhou hadn't taken a fancy to you, he wouldn't have taken action if I had used everything from our Tang family to teach you. His temper is not generally grumpy. There are also a few proud disciples in his life, and they have not been left in Shanghai and QD by him. There is a disciple who likes to see him. Under his cultivation, BJ has become a bureau-level cadre in his thirties. Tang Han said with a smile.

"Grandpa. In the future, we will worship this Mr. Zhou. It is also a blessing in my life to meet such a fairy-level figure in my life. Tang Monk said with a smile. He understood little by little that the road his grandfather paved for himself was wider, wider and deeper than that paved for his father.

"I know what you are paying attention to in your heart. If you really want to go south. I don't mind either. However, it also depends on your own ability. All I can do is to make a match. Don't expect your grandfather's old bones to wander for you in the future. The children of the Tang family have the roots of the countryside. If they are in charge of the family, they should also establish the world as early as possible. Your father is at this level and has stopped moving forward. Don't think that your grandfather is empty talk. He suffers much less than you and suffers much less than you, so he can't be generous. Tang Han, who picked up the teacup, said with emotion that it was also because his eldest son died, which was also the reason why he had spoiled Tang Junqing since he was a child. Although the Tang family was a never-ending master, his ability was there.

"Grandpa. I don't care about my father's achievements. I don't want to get any benefits and connections from him. Maybe this is the irreconcilable contradiction between the son and himself. No one is right or wrong, and everyone can't get through this hurdle. I know all this."

"I have always thought that you are a very smart child, and your achievements far exceed that of your father. Maybe five years, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years. You must be the pride of the Tang family.

"Grandpa. You just said that Mr. Zhou has a disciple in Shanghai. Can you tell me some information?"

"I have long known the good thinking in your heart." Tang Han said with a smile that Sun Tzu could think that these were not unexpected. Now Tang Dingyi must work hard to absorb more contacts and knowledge. After thinking about it, he said, "It seems to be called Song Ziwen. I should work in a district in Shanghai. I don't know the details. I heard from Mr. Zhou that this disciple is very smart and can speculate on other people's thoughts. But it's too smart. I'm afraid that he will be mistaken for being smart, and I don't want him to make a big mess on BJ's side. However, he was selfishly placed in Shanghai, and you know what's wrong with it.

"Zong Ziwen?" Tang Monk, who heard the name, was surprised. Obviously, he didn't expect that Song Ziwen had something to do with Mr. Zhou, who taught him to play chess. So it may not be an accident that he met him last time, or it was Mr. Zhou's arrangement.

"What's wrong? Do you know this person? Looking at Tang Monk's expression, Tang Han asked doubtfully.

Tang Monk told his grandfather how he knew Song Ziwen in QD and how to take Xu Hu in the North District for his own use with the help of Song Ziwen. Without any concealment, Tang Han was also puzzled. It seemed that he did not think that Mr. Zhou could help save his grandson so much.

"That's easy to do. In the future, if you have more contact with Song Ziwen, there should be no harm to you. But this man is very smart. You'd better think about the way out." Tang Han, who thought about the question over and over again, said that he didn't care much about how big waves this little Song Ziwen could turn out. He also likes his grandson to deal with smart people, and he will definitely benefit a lot in the future. Whether it is learning lessons from failure or summarizing experience in success, Tang Monk can benefit a lot.

Tang Monk didn't continue to play chess with his grandfather, so he left the study. Now he basically does a few people alone, and he goes to bed exhausted every day. But I feel a sense of fullness. I feel that I am growing up little by little.

Tang Seng, who returned to his bedroom, looked at the broken and self-contained martial arts secret book that he had been able to recite. Continue to carry forward your anti-thinking theory, and once again explain this dilapidated book from both positive and negative aspects. Tang Monk's bedroom is very monotonous, without gorgeous decoration and no decoration of expensive things. Perhaps the best things in the bedroom are the bed and bookcase and desk. They are all good mahogany. ** There is no spring-based kit to make the sleeping place particularly comfortable. It's not that Tang Monk doesn't like that kind of comfort, but he once saw a sentence in a book that benefited him a lot. The general meaning is: a comfortable life will only destroy a person's fighting spirit, and only a hard life can hone a person's perseverance.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded, and Tang Monk broke away from the knowledge in the book and put the broken book on the table that could be regarded as a treasure for martial arts heroes. When I opened the door, I saw the face that I had always regarded as the enemy. He never thought that his father would appear in front of him in this way, which was as dramatic as the sudden handshake of two people who had hatred in their past and present lives.

"What? I want to turn it out." Seeing his son's stunned appearance, Tang Junqing asked preemptively that for Tang Junqing, who was arrogant and domineering in Shanxi, he could naturally quickly turn passive into active and catch his opponent off guard.

"Why are you here?" Tang Monk, who also flows the blood of the Tang family, is not a passive character. Naturally, he can't let the other party mess up all his defenses like this.

"I can't even catch up with my son." Tang Junqing, who was very ordinary-like, exuded an irresistible majesty. Even if the other party did not agree, he would not be there all the time, but continued to attack. Tang Monk is also lazy to compete with him. His father has never been like a father in Tang Monk's heart. When I was a child in the countryside, the man who should be called his father never appeared in his vision. Even after he arrived at the Tang family, the man never gave himself a good look. He always staged the theory that I was right and my son was wrong, and the language and mixed doubles were staged at hand. Tang Seng was very repulsive of the man he should call his father, and it was also Tang Seng who was fully capable of learning to protect himself that he had never been beaten by this man again. However, Tang Monk also knew that his father also loved himself at that time, which is what Tang Monk can realize now.

"Say it! What the hell is going on?" Tang Monk, who let his father come in, has been at the door all the time. Obviously, he has the idea of expelling the guest immediately.

"We haven't drunk yet. Come and try it. I specially brought two bottles of good Fen wine from Shanxi. Tang Junqing did not have the original image of Laozi at all this time. He completely regarded the other party as his confidant and friend, which made Tang Monk feel that there must be some hidden secrets in this man's heart.

"Not like you!" Tang Monk, who closed the door, said lightly that he obviously had a sense of rejection for this man who suddenly behaved so friendly.

"So what am I like in your heart?" Tang Junqing, who poured wine, asked with a smile. At this time, Tang Junqing is no longer the stunned young man in his early twenties, nor does he have the same temper as before. He often beats people. Now he wants to get along with his son more. This is also some of the life he gradually realized from his father. There is nothing better than getting along with his son. Happy.

"Grumpy. Insidious." Tang Monk rudely exposed the dark side of his father's heart and said the dirty inside of the other party.

"Good. OK. OK. He is worthy of being my son, Tang Junqing.

"It's really not like a father." Tang Monk said angrily.

"You don't have a son either."

Hearing this sentence, Tang Seng glanced at him and didn't continue to say anything. He picked up the wine poured by Tang Junqing on the table and poured it into his stomach. During this period, he has been locked in the Tang family's villa. He either read books, studied some information and some news, or practiced the lone wolf to teach his shooting. I don't have time to drink and chat with those brothers, and even Orange and Yi are "closed door" to think about how it will develop in the future. It can be said that there is no alcohol.

"Hey. If you want to drink, you need to clink glasses. It's impolite!" Looking at his son drinking, he didn't drink with him at all. Tang Junqing couldn't help saying.

"Drink yours yourself."

"Look, I said you don't have a son! I'm still not convinced."

After that, the two people staggered a competition for the amount of alcohol, and the two bottles of liquor finally found the spot. Tang Monk, who didn't drink much, had already felt a splitting pain in his head, but Tang Junqing on one side still watched the play with a smile.

"I heard that you have been jumping in Shanxi during this period. Several mayors under Shanxi are a little worried. The drunken Tang monk asked with concern with a glass that was no longer wine.

"You also know a lot about me!" Tang Junqing said with a smile.

"Pay attention, I have a bigger appetite than you. Naturally, you should have more contact. That little coal can't satisfy my appetite.

"All OK. It's worthy of my Tang Junqing's seed."

"Don't be too hasty. At least take care of the national policy. Be careful that the country takes you as a chicken to show off. Leave more for future generations. Money can't be earned." The drunken Tang monk said his inner thoughts and let the man who had been digging the "graves" of his ancestors and cut off the "roads" of his descendants also sighed a lot. In fact, he didn't want to do so. However, recently, he has encountered some difficulties that he has to specialize in his main business plan. That's why he had to do this.

"There are some things you don't know very well." Tang Junqing sighed and said. Tang Junqing believes that the waves in it are not what Tang Monk can see. He has always regarded his son as the child of the temperament. No matter how many years have passed, no matter what evidence his father said is conclusive, Tang Monk is a little boy in Tang Junqing's heart. Maybe this is the definition of all fathers giving their children. In their hearts, they will be a safe haven for their children, and children can become a safe haven for their fathers until they can't walk and can't eat. In Tang Junqing's heart, the current Tang Monk is too immature.

"What don't you understand? It's nothing more than losing some of the real estate you invested in the south. I want to make some profits in this regard to fulfill my dream of the Southern Empire. Tang Sengyu said amazingly that Tang Junqing, who was immersed in meditation, felt that his son had really grown up and had grown into a person who must not treat him as a child.

It seems that you have had your own ideas for a long time. Tell me. I'll also see if my son can really be above me as your grandfather said. Tang Junqing asked with a smile, throwing away the sad things that had just been scattered in his mind.

"Buddha said: Don't say, don't say." Tang Monk waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Bad boy. I'm still playing with you." Tang Junqing scolded. Then he picked up the bottle that no longer had any wine and poured it into his glass. He poured it. No, he looked very embarrassed. Tang Monk laughed when he saw this scene, and both of them looked at each other and laughed. It seems that the two of them have never expressed such a true feeling.

Tang Han, who stood at the door and saw this scene, smiled and said with relief, "It seems that the Tang family is really stronger from generation to generation."

After the drinking last night, it did not ease the conflict between the two. Although there is no tension in the past, there is no old man who doesn't say a word. But it's not about living in harmony. This is a man. Always keep some words in mind. I don't want to show it, but it's not that I don't care about the other party.

It was not until the Chinese New Year's Eve that the Tang monk saw his mother at the airport, and the caring Yan, who came back from a visit abroad, appeared at the airport surrounded by crowds. Looking at the woman who always showed a noble expression, Tang Monk smiled and put a bouquet of flowers in his hand on the other party's hand. There are no words, but the eye contact between mother and son knows the family affection.

After getting into the car, Tang Monk whispered, "Mom, thank you for your hard work." Looking at such a sensible child, Caring Yan smiled and didn't say anything, but her white and wrinkled hands stroked her son's long hair. Gentle movements. Looking at his mother's intimate action, Tang Monk smiled at the woman who seemed to be calling her sister at most.

"Is your father back?" After a while. The woman asked softly.

"I came back a few days ago."

"I heard that something happened to him."

"He has the ability to solve it. If this matter can't be solved well, don't call him Tang Junqing.

"You child."

"Mom. How about going to Geneva this time?

"It's okay. It's going well."

"Mom. You said that you are so tough, which puts too much pressure on Tang Junqing. So he has to work hard to develop his own power so that he can give you the same pace, which is not beyond the reach of the dust.

"You child. Why do you talk like that?"

"In fact, it's good for Tang Junqing to be a little stressed. Otherwise, I don't know how to spend a long time outside in the future.

"You can't have a harmonious relationship with your father."

"Father and son are the enemies of the previous life."

"You child."

Tang Monk no longer talks too much to his mother on this issue. The relationship with his father is no longer as tense as before. He also doesn't want to one day see the man who has never been a father to show his former invincible drama that I am always right and his son will always listen to. Tang Monk is very repulsive about such a situation. It's not a day's cold. Even if it's eased, the relationship between the two people can't be so quickly relieved and figured it out overnight. Then change the situation. Tang Monk has never thought of that kind of thing. Maybe this can really treat his father as a person who can help him, and also pave the way for his future business. After all, having an object that you want to surpass will stimulate your heart to struggle.

There are no crowded vehicles, only an ordinary Audi A6 to send care Yan to Tang's villa, which is also her original plan. She is not a woman who is willing to show her face, but she has to do so for the Tang family and her son. Every parent hopes that his son can be smooth sailing, no matter how tired he is, it is worth it. It is gratifying to care about Yan that his son is sensible and filial, and he can also be proud of himself. Once she had to go to college in the south to avoid the pursuit of her enemies. Although on the surface, the woman did not say anything, I'm afraid that only those who have been a mother can know the inner pain. She is a strong woman. She always hides some pain in her heart, even her husband doesn't tell her. This is also the reason why she has been running for this family all these years.

The car soon arrived at Tang's Villa. A mediocre-looking man looked at the slow-moving car from a distance, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, which was a joy from the bottom of his heart.