Wen Lu put away his cell phone, kissed his sleeping son, and then stood up and returned to the master bedroom.

The room he and Tongyao shared was large, but very empty. In the past, every time he opened the door, he could see Tongyao sitting at the table applying skin care products or sitting on the bed reading a book. Now, when he opened the door, there was only an empty room.

There was a crystal table on the table, which contained a wedding photo of him and nursery rhyme, a photo he specially picked.

Every time before going to bed, Wen Lu would pick up the photos and look at them for a long time.

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The next morning, early morning, Dongyuan Tea House.

A private garden teahouse requires reservation every day, and only a limited number of tea guests can be accommodated every morning.

It is a garden-style teahouse with a long-standing ancient charm. When you enter, you will see a garden with a small bridge and flowing water. There are rockeries made of Taihu stones, colorful and precious autumn chrysanthemums, and freehand splash-ink screens. There are views everywhere, and the environment is elegant.

The sun has just emerged from the clouds, the autumn colors are thick, and white mist is floating in the morning air.

Wen Lu wore a black windbreaker, walked in along the door, walked through the winding corridor, and walked to the private room that Wen's father had booked long ago.

Wen's father soaked a pot of Longjing in his hands while he waited for the temperature to rise.

The windows with bamboo curtains were open, and mist drifted in from the windows. The indoor environment was also very good, with mahogany furniture everywhere.

"Dad, morning." Wen Lu pushed open the ajar door.

"Good morning." Father Wen's attitude was elegant and gentle. He had always been a cautious and slow-tempered man. Even when he spoke, his tone was gentle.

Wen Lu sat down on the high-backed chair opposite him.

Father Wen handed him the menu: "I have circled some of your favorite morning teas. Take a look. Are there any imperfections?"

Wen Lu glanced at it: "No, it's pretty good."

"Okay, I'll ask them to start serving morning tea." Father Wen poured Longjing tea for Wen Lu, "Mo Mo is awake?"

"He just woke up when I came out."

"Oh, I haven't seen the little guy for a while."

"You can visit him at any time. He is basically at home at night."

"Yes." Father Wen nodded, "Try the tea here. It tastes very good. It's been a long time since we had breakfast together, right?"

"Yes, after I got married and moved out, it became even less." Except during holidays, he and his father and mother Wen rarely had breakfast together.

Wen Lu picked up the white teacup in front of him and took a sip of tea. The Longjing taste was refreshing, bitter but not astringent, with a sweet aftertaste.

Not long after, the waiters started bringing morning tea one after another, including shrimp crystal dumplings, crab roe buns, osmanthus steamed cakes, boiled dried shreds, bean paste and cherry blossom pie... They are all Anseong's oldest and most unique heritage.

The father and son started to have morning tea.

Wen Lu knew in his heart that his father always remembered what he liked to eat. Whether it was when he graduated from high school or today, what his father ordered was his favorite food.

This time, sitting with his father at a close distance, he saw that there were more white hairs on his head.

Father Wen and Mother Wen are two different types of people. Ms. Su always likes to speak out if she can't hold back what she wants to say, but Father Wen is a calm middle-aged man and he doesn't like to talk too much.

The relationship between the two of them is very good, and it has always been good after so many years.

When Father Wen's business was at its peak, he maintained the most devout respect for his wife. He would never mess around, could withstand temptation and endure loneliness. In his heart, he only had his wife.
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