When he was young, Wen's father's first love was very beautiful and came from a good family.
Even if such a girl has a boyfriend or is married, there are still countless men who come to tease her and she is hard to guard against.
Some men are like dogs. Whenever they arrive at a place, they instinctively lift their legs and pee.
Let’s take up a place first.
No matter whether it will come again in the future, just pee and leave a mark.
So when Wen's father was always too busy to accompany his first love, his first love couldn't resist the temptation, put a hat on him, and ran away with someone else.
Although later Wen's father met Wen's mother, Wen's mother was prettier and more outstanding than his first love.
But that's how people are.
What you can’t get will always make you restless. What you already have is not worthless, but it is no longer that precious.
So, until now, Dad Wen still thinks of his first love who ran away from someone from time to time, and feels a mixture of love and hate.
Of course, he would not tell these secrets to his wife.
Even if he told it now, his wife would probably be indifferent and wouldn't be jealous, so he didn't want to say it.
If he could do it all over again, Wen's father would still want Jiangshan, but he would choose to spend more time with his first love.
Dad Wen had naturally seen the girl from the Liu family. She was on the same level as the youngest daughter at the peak of her beauty.
It is possible that Yang Fan is so unknown and does not fight with the world just because he wants beauty rather than the throne.
In the eyes of ordinary office workers, the nature of Yang Fan's job determines that he is not an ordinary worker who is unknown to the public, and he can gain both fame and fortune.
But in the eyes of people like Wen's father, what Yang Fan did was no different from being unknown.
"You said before that Yang Fan wrote songs and scripts for the two girls from the Liu family so that they could help him make money?" Wen's father asked his wife.
Mother Wen nodded: "You can say that."
Father Wen sighed again: "What a talent."
In fact, what he wanted to say was shameless because it was the man who earned the money for the woman to spend.
This Yang Fan not only doesn't give women money to spend, but also wants women to make money for him. In the end, both the woman and the money are his.
Mother Wen suddenly picked up the phone on the coffee table and said gently, "Twelve, help me connect my phone to the TV."
The next moment, the phone screen lit up and a sunny girl appeared, who looked exactly like the person in the photo of Yang Fan when she was thirteen years old.
She blinked mischievously and said coquettishly, "Okay, Mom."
The next moment, the large LCD screen on the living room wall lit up, and the picture showed the screen of Wen Ma's mobile phone.
"Can you change the name of the smart elf?" Wen's father said with a trace of pain on his face, "It's also okay to change the voice."
Mother Wen looked at Father Wen coldly.
Seeing his wife's gaze, Dad Wen turned his head away, not daring to look her in the eye.
Although her husband was avoiding her, Mother Wen no longer cared. She swiped her finger across the screen and typed eight big words: Private matters are temporary, public matters last forever.
Dad Wen watched his wife type these eight words in silence.
After typing these eight words, Wen's mother said nothing, put down her phone, and folded her arms.
Dad Wen never takes his eyes off the TV screen.
For a long time, he stared at the TV screen, sighed and asked, "Did Yang Fan give it to me?"
Wen's mother didn't answer directly: "I told you, he is a scholar with great talent and strategy."
Dad Wen was silent.
Mother Wen added, "Thirteen said that people who pretend to be asleep cannot be awakened. I don't have any hope for you anymore."
Wen's father rested his elbows on his knees, crossed his fingers, and looked down at the floor.
The living room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but Wen's father still lowered his head and said, "I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father, and I'm trying to make up for it."
Wen's mother had a blank expression on her face: "The way to make up for it is to work hard to get promoted and make money?"
Father Wen suddenly raised his head, his eyes slightly red, and roared in a low voice: "If I had been good enough before, how could the old lady put her hopes on the fifth generation, Twelve and Thirteen? I am just too useless. I know my destiny but am still struggling in Xishu. I can't meet the old lady's requirements. I am working hard to make achievements now not for myself, nor for the entire Wen family. I just want the old lady to stop putting so much pressure on the fifth generation! For Thirteen, even if he recovers, the old lady will no longer embarrass him!"
Wen's mother was indifferent.
When she was a child, she thought home was a warm harbor where family members could trust each other and give without reservation.
But later, she found out that it was not the case.
The fate of Twelve of the Fifth Generation was arranged when he was born. After Thirteen had spent a period of carefree and free time, he was also burdened with the mission that he could not bring with him when he was born and could not take with him when he died.
And Wen's mother was kept in the dark.
Her family members whom she trusted so much and her husband who had slept in the same bed with her for twenty or thirty years were also participants.
"Can I trust you again?" Wen's mother sneered.
Father Wen stood up and said, "Tell Shisan and Yang Fan these eight words. I accept them."
After saying that, he left the living room and went back to the house.
Mother Wen sat alone on the sofa, and the living room was quiet.
A long time later.
Wen's mother suddenly said, "Twelve, are you doing well there?"
Suddenly, a girl's figure appeared on the TV screen. She was wearing a school uniform.
"Mom, it's nice here." She opened the door, walked out of the house, and took the elevator.
"The people here are very honest, but a little cold and don't like to talk to me." Going downstairs, Twelve walked out of the elevator and felt like he had come to a garden, with green trees, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
Twelve continued walking forward and out of the garden: "I go to the nearby park almost every day. There are fewer people there."
She walked along a river, with new guardrails, endless greenways, and tall buildings.
Wen Ma's eyes followed Twelve's progress.
"This park is called Fei'eling Mountaintop Park. It has only one path and the main body is a mountain." Not long after, Twelve arrived at the entrance of a park and walked in happily.
Crossing the underground skybridge, passing the redwood bridge, and climbing up the steps, Twelve turned around and smiled at his mother, "The park is built on a golf course, but there are guardrails, so park visitors can't enter the golf course. I paid a membership fee of 500,000 yuan for this golf course and played golf twice, but it was boring to play alone, so I never went again."
Wen's mother took out two tissues from the paper box on the coffee table and wiped her tears.
"Every time I come here, I enter from the north entrance of the park, climb to the top of the mountain, overlook the foot of the mountain from the pavilion, then go down the mountain, exit from the main entrance of the park, and go home." Twelve's figure became blurry, and the surrounding scene also became blurry. Soon, the scene changed, and she came to the other side of the mountain.
"Sometimes, after leaving home, I would take a walk in the opposite direction of Fei'eling Mountaintop Park, go to Tianma River, and walk along the river bank. Once I walked very far, and it was already late at night when I came back." The scene continued to change, and Twelve walked forward alone along a river bank that seemed to have no end.
Wen's mother burst into tears.