"How did you, a little kid, come up with so many weird questions? Huh? Who taught you?" Yan Jia's voice was very soft.

"Then will the second uncle tell Zhouzhou if it will be okay...if not, Zhouzhou will go to sleep!"

"No, my second uncle has no plans to get married and have children."

"Then the second uncle will always be from Sizhouzhou."

"Well, go to sleep."

The child got a satisfactory answer, just as sleepiness hit him, he closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after, breathing evenly.

Yan Jia turned off the desk lamp, and the bedroom fell into darkness.

The curtains are closed tightly, and there is a warm atmosphere in the children's room.

Yan Jia was not sleepy. He was not used to going to bed so early, but he forced himself to close his eyes.

In his ears was Zhouzhou's breathing and his own heartbeat, and in his mind was everything that had happened in the past few days. It was like a fleeting cloud, and pieces of it jumped out of his mind.

At Yan Feng's funeral, Yan Songyuan fainted for a time. He usually called Yan Songyuan old man and didn't even bother to call him dad.

Now that his wings are hardened, he no longer has to look at Yan Songyuan's face. But when I saw Yan Songyuan yesterday, I found that his temples had turned gray and his features had changed.

The old man he talks about is really old and has no strength left, so he can no longer scold him.

In fact, Yan Songyuan was only in his early sixties, far from old, but he was plagued by old illnesses and his health was deteriorating.

He knew that Yan Feng's death would bring great trauma to the old man.

Yesterday, Yan Songyuan fainted and was sent to the hospital for rescue. Nothing major happened, but he is still in the hospital and he doesn't know what the old man's condition is now.

He and Yan Songyuan had never dealt with each other. The insults, contempt, and indifference he experienced when he was a child seemed like yesterday, but as time went by, he grew up and Yan Songyuan got older.

Yan Songyuan has not scolded him for many years, but he has given the old man a lot of shame in these years. When he was in New York, Yan Songyuan choked and told him not to go back to China.

Later, something happened to Yan Feng and the Yan family was in crisis. Yan Songyuan wanted to let him go to Lancheng. He took this opportunity to choke Yan Songyuan until he was speechless for a time.

Father and son have never dealt with each other in this life, but now Yan Songyuan is dying.

Yan Jia remembered many things from his childhood. Yan Songyuan was really bad to him. He never praised him and his treatment was not one-tenth of what he gave to Yan Feng.

What Yan Feng had, he didn't have.

He is worthy of himself, he is not disabled, and he does not have many bad habits of a playboy. He is just more indulgent and spends money like water after going to New York.

He also thought about whether he would be different if Yan Songyuan had been nicer to him when he was a child.

However, there is no if.

Only time in this world will not flow backwards.

He didn't know if Yan Songyuan regretted being so harsh to his youngest son.

However, there is no point in worrying about these things now. Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, and he, Yan Jia, is not cold-blooded enough to argue with an old man who is over sixty years old.

From now on, each of you will live well.

Thinking of this, Yan Jia pulled Zhouzhou's warm little hand under the quilt.

His big and generous hands wrapped around the child's hand. Perhaps the same blood was flowing in his bones. At this moment, Yan Jia actually felt some different throbbing.
Chapter completed!