meaning of aurora

Looking at the hung up phone, Zong Guang didn't realize why he got into this way for a moment.

He opened his social software and changed the status of being married from the beginning to single.

Now it's all right, starting from foreign social software and extending to domestic ones, it just exploded.

In addition to social software, mobile phones and telephones were also blown up.

This feeling……

After only a few minutes, Zong Guang felt childish and boring.

He quit the social software and turned off his mobile phone to mute.

In the living room, there was only a dim light.

Only slightly better than being blind.

Zong Guang faced himself honestly in the dark environment.

It is quite easy for him to let go of a relationship.

For so many years, it's not that he didn't think that any girl was beautiful, and it wasn't that he wasn't touched by the girl who kept chasing him.

But it was only moved, once there was such a sign, he would directly block this person.

Letting go of the dream is another matter.

That was his youth and his life.

It is the goal of his life and the direction of his efforts.

In fact, he has done many, many years of psychological construction.

I once thought that when Meng Xinzhi wrote to him, he said that he was in love.

I also thought about it, when I quietly ran to school, I saw Meng Xinzhi and the blond boy holding hands.

In the psychological construction again and again.

He had expected that if such a situation happened.

Just leave quietly.

Do not disturb, is the best blessing.

But such a thing never happened.

The flame of hope was always in his heart.

Burn, burn again.

Until the prairie fire.

At last.

He returned home without hesitation.

last of the last.

Someone confessed to his whole world in front of his face.

This stimulus is not insignificant.

Broke all his plans.

Thinking about it now, although I was very calm at the time, my emotions were actually out of control.

Everything afterwards stemmed from that one confession that got out of control.

If I could have been more calm then, would I have less regret now?
If he didn't pierce the window paper, would he be able to convince himself that family affection is more beautiful than love.

Zong Guang regretted his momentary loss of control.

The doorbell at home rang at this time.

Zong Guang didn't know who the person was, nor was he interested in knowing.

At this moment, in the dark gothic homecoming mode designed for him, he didn't want to see anyone except Meng Xinzhi.

It is not a big wish to let it appear at home.

At this particular time, it has become a luxury.

Zong Guang couldn't figure out how things developed step by step into what they are now.

The feeling of powerlessness in his heart made him cry stupidly.

Zong Guang didn't open the door, but the door opened automatically after the doorbell rang twice.

This family only imported the faces and fingerprints of him, Meng Xinzhi, and Zongyi.

Even Lu Yuxiang didn't have time to type.

Zong Guang was originally lying on the sofa, covering his face with his hands.

Hearing movement at the door, he sat up directly from the sofa.

If Zhizhi came back to accompany him at this time, it should be the happiest moment in his life so far.

Because of the light problem, Zong Guang froze for several seconds.

"Ah Guang, you are at home."

The person who came spoke.

It was a voice he was very familiar with.

But not the one that lingers in my mind.

"Father, why are you here?" Zong Guang couldn't help being surprised.

"How did you make your home like this?" Zong Ji didn't answer directly.

When he first entered, he almost closed the door and left without being frightened.

"Small ones." Zong Guang uttered a voice to wake up the intelligence of the whole house.

"here I am."

"Turn on home mode."

"Okay, the temperature and humidity have been adjusted for you, the air quality has been tested, the fresh air system has been turned on, and the temperature of the drinking water has been adjusted to 45 degrees."

Zongji walked to the edge of the smart panel of the whole house that Zongguang changed its name to, reached out to touch it, and said a little probingly: "Xiaozhi..."

Zong Guang tidied himself up neatly.

Hiding the traces of emotions that inadvertently hung all over his face.

Walking to the bar counter, he poured a glass of water for Zongji: "Why does Dad have the password at home?"

"Xin told me."

"Oh..." Zong Guang was stunned.

The answer is actually obvious.

Zong Guang didn't mind at all, and let his father have the password at home.

The reason why he didn't say it himself was because he wanted to wait for his father to come over, directly finish entering the face and fingerprints, and mention the password at the end.

In the case where the face and fingerprints have been entered, the password has actually become dispensable.

"Disappointed to see Dad?" Zong Ji glanced at Zong Guang's face.

"How could it be?" Zong Guang explained: "This time, when the decoration of the house was completed, my younger brother just came over for vacation. I thought, it might be a little embarrassing for my father to meet my younger brother, so I didn't let my father come over to warm the house together."

"Housewarming." Zong Ji looked around, "These two words have nothing to do with the current situation."

"It was already warmed up yesterday, which is pretty good." Zong Guang explained.

"Where's your wine? Dad bought a lot of dishes and I'll cook you something delicious. We father and son will get drunk later." Zong Ji quickly switched to the chef mode.

"My profession is not suitable for getting drunk. I have to be tested before boarding the plane. Once I blow my breath at that time, I can't fly."

"If you can't, then you can't. The airline doesn't allow pilots to rest for a few days if they feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm not uncomfortable either." Zong Guang didn't want to admit it.

Boys, even in front of their own fathers, are desperate for face.

"It's okay, then dad will drink until you feel uncomfortable."

"Father..." Out of professional instinct, Zong Guang deliberately refused.

"Hey, both of us, father and son, haven't had a big drink yet."

Zong Ji patted Zong Guang on the shoulder: "You don't even know what it's like to be drunk by your own daughter all day long."

"Is Zhizhi good at drinking?"

"Well, Ah Xin may be immune to alcohol. If I really want to drink it, I haven't drunk her once."

"Then I really don't know."

"There are a lot of things you don't know. You and I move the pile of things at the door to the kitchen, and when the meal is ready, I will talk to you one by one."

The arrival of Zongji made this icy home instantly full of smoke and fire.

Zong Guang didn't know how to describe his state of mind at the moment.

This scene should have been taken for granted.

When he was young, his father took care of his emotions in this way.

When he encounters something unhappy, his father will prepare delicious food for him.

In my memory, in the first few years when I was with my father, such things often happened.

At that time, my father was actually not very good at cooking.

But he just felt that the food made by his father was the best food in the world.

Before living with his father, his childhood was spent in an extremely insecure situation of being abandoned and abandoned.

Later, Dad reorganized the family.

Under the double care of his father and sister Lan, and Meng Xinzhi's persistent admiration and attachment to him, he slowly found himself.

No longer worry about whether Dad will not be able to see him because he has an extra child.

But at the happiest moment, his feelings for Meng Xinzhi changed. .

Even if there is no blood relationship, the growing feelings are overwhelming for him.

If possible, more than anyone else, he hopes that in a family full of love, he and Ji Ge, Lan Mei and Ah Xin will always be happy.

Fate always played so many jokes with him.

When he was the most rebellious in his adolescence, let him see his heart clearly, and because of this, he ran away.

From then on, he had the fetters of his younger brother.

Said it was a fetter, but he was willing to take care of it.

The younger brother is so small, so helpless, and has congenital cerebral palsy.

Zong Guang saw the tenacious vitality in Lu Yuxiang.

Working hard every day.

That light of humanity can illuminate the darkness of the whole world.

If he didn't have to take care of his younger brother, he should come back within a year at most.

To accompany Meng Xinzhi, either let her fall in love with him, or slowly change her mentality during the long time together.

In any case, it is impossible for him to be absent for such a long time in Meng Xinzhi's life.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't come back, the feelings he suppressed in his heart would not become stronger every year because he couldn't find an outlet.

Everything is a coincidence, all stemming from a small choice to leave home, and everything seems to be destined.

Zong Guang tidied up his emotions and came to the kitchen: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Zong Ji raised his head but did not stop the movement of cutting the meat, and asked Zong Guang, "What can you do for me?"

"I should be able to help with anything in the kitchen." Zong Guang replied firmly.

"Really? You didn't even know how to peel potatoes before."

"After so many years, there must be many things about me that my father doesn't know." Zong Guang used Zong Ji's words before, and returned him.

"That's true." Zong Ji stopped his hands and looked up at Zong Guang: "Otherwise, you will cook today's father-son meal?"

Zong Guang stared blankly at Zong Ji, who had directly put down the pick, and then rolled up his non-existent sleeves in response: "Okay, what does Dad want to eat?"

Zong Ji gave up a seat: "Just eat what you are best at."

"I..." After hesitating for half a second, Zong Guang refused aloud: "I don't want to be my best today."

"That's it..." Zong Ji quickly understood the meaning of the half-sentence that his son didn't say, thought for a while, and changed his words: "Otherwise, you can make fried rice with eggs and shoot cucumbers, the simpler Things, the more you can see a person's skill in cooking."

"Didn't Dad want to drink a lot of wine? How do you serve the egg fried rice and cucumber shoots?"

"You can drink, you can drink dry." Zong Ji paused, "Otherwise, you can fry some peanuts."

Zong Guang probably understood that his father did not have much confidence in his cooking skills.

Come to think of it, before going abroad, he never touched anything in the kitchen.

"Forget it, I'll do as I please. See what's in the house and what Dad bought." Zong Guang began to check the ingredients.

Zong Ji clapped his hands, happy and quiet: "Then you work hard in the kitchen, and I will visit your new home."

"Okay."

After he finished speaking, Zong Guang remembered that his father still thought that he liked the princess style until now.

If his father finds out that he decorated Meng Xinzhi with a dark gothic bedroom.

It will become more difficult if you want to hide the fact that you are going to study the art of tombs.

Zong Guang's care for Meng Xinzhi was engraved in his bones.

Even in today's situation, he doesn't want to let him miss his dream because of himself.

Before his father left, Zong Guang hurriedly changed his words: "What is there to see on a flat floor?"

"My son's house, let alone a large flat, is easy to visit even if it is only as big as a chicken coop."

"Doesn't Dad want to stay and teach me how to cook? What if I can't peel a potato like I did when I was a child?"

"I see that you are holding a knife like this, so it's impossible not to. Among other things, your current knife skills are no worse than your father's."

"Knife skills alone are not enough. The color and fragrance are only one color, and it is difficult to swallow in the end. It will definitely affect our mood of drinking."

"Ah Guang, what's the matter with you? You don't want Dad to see your home so much?"

"What's the matter, I just want to cook with my father. This is a father-son situation that has never happened before, isn't it?"

"It's not wrong. But your reaction is not right. Is there something hiding in your house?"

"Yeah." Zong Guang nodded his head, without even thinking about it, he said directly: "Maybe the golden house is hiding the beauty."

Zong Ji responded with a smile: "If you have this ability, Dad will wait to have a grandson next year."

"Okay." As long as Dad doesn't go to visit each room, Zong Guang dares to agree to anything: "How many dad do you want to hug?"

"One year, how many more can you want to hug?" The smile on Zong Ji's face became more obvious.

"Is it okay to give you quadruplets and quintuplets?" Zong Guang raised a possibility.

Zong Ji thought for a while: "Triplets are enough, father is not greedy."

"Well, it's not greedy."

From chopping vegetables, Zong Guang has been multi-tasking.

Watching the fire, chatting, nothing left behind.

The skillful movements made the old father dumbfounded when he saw it.

In less than half an hour, four dishes and one soup were ready.

Satisfied with wine and food, after drinking a bottle of Moutai brought by Zongji, who was the same age as Zongguang, the father and son left the restaurant and went to the tea room to continue drinking whiskey with ham.

Zong Guang's alcohol capacity is not very good. He just drank three taels of Moutai, and the first sip of whiskey was mixed in, and he was already in a slightly drunk state.

Zong Ji took the opportunity to explain his intention for coming: "Ah Guang, don't blame Dad for not being on your side."

"Why should I blame my father for this kind of thing?" Zong Guang didn't want to talk about it at first, but he sighed with Jiu Jin: "If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself."

"Blame yourself, and then you shouldn't. What did you do wrong?"

"Leave home when you shouldn't leave home, and return home when you shouldn't go home." Even if he wasn't completely drunk, Zong Guang's eyes didn't have any sparkle in his eyes.

"What do you mean you shouldn't go home? If your son wants to go back to his own home, why should he?"

"If I wait a little longer, wait a year or two before coming back, and directly attend the wedding before it or something, I won't be a burden to anyone." Zong Guang directly drank half a glass of pure whiskey.

"Ah Guang, you are not a burden in the first place. You are the same as your name, no matter where you are, you will illuminate the people around you."

"Then who will illuminate me again?"