The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 589 Father and Son
In what sounded like criticism but was actually a boast about his child, Marshal Zhou and his group ended their dinner with satisfaction.

Of course, Zhou felt extremely hurt and sulked for a while, but was eventually coaxed back by his father's clever words.

During this process, Marshal Zhou didn't use any special techniques at all; he simply said a few words to appease the person.

Seeing how happy the man became again in the second half of the story, Jiang Hui gained a new understanding of the father-son relationship. The two of them were quite interesting to be around.

Zhou Xiuwen has visibly become much more tense in the past two years. Although everyone's growth follows a different path, Jiang Hui has always believed that it is better to follow the natural laws of things. Forcing growth is not good and can easily damage the original appearance of a rough gem.

Recently, the other party had been inexplicably agitated, though he concealed it well, his emotions were clearly off. Jiang Hui had originally planned to talk to him when she had some free time to see what was troubling him, but now she realized that he probably already knew about Huan Xian's disappearance back then, but had been keeping it from him.

It seems the other party has really grown a lot, managing to keep such big news a secret.

In reality, Zhou Xiuwen wasn't as composed as Jiang Hui had imagined; his journey hadn't been easy either. Over the past few years, he had gradually taken on more responsibility and transformed into a relatively mature and stable figure.

His father's uncles, brothers, and comrades all felt that he had grown up a lot and was beginning to resemble Zhou Yuanjing.

Zhou Xiuwen himself realized that he could no longer be as carefree as before, and he had to grow up quickly, shoulder the future, and become everyone's new wings.

Therefore, he must work harder, discarding all his past immature emotions and habits, and retaining the version of himself that is better suited to survival.

However, although he clearly grew and gained recognition from people, Zhou Xiuwen felt increasingly unhappy.

He thought perhaps this was the trouble of growing up, or perhaps true, pure happiness simply didn't exist in this world. The reason he could grow up carefree and happy before was only because his father had carried the burdens for him—

Now the time has finally come for him to take on this responsibility, a burden he had never imagined before... To be honest, Zhou Xiuwen felt somewhat at a loss, even fearful.

He didn't know if he could truly forge a bright path based on the thoughts and ideas of the people behind him.

He might disappoint others, or he might stray from the right path, but he had no other choice but to grit his teeth and move forward step by step. Because behind Zhou Xiuwen were not only himself, but also the ideals of countless individuals and the future of countless families; he could not be cowardly.

But just as Jiang Hui had predicted, he was still young, and his experience was insufficient to teach him how to relax and release stress, or how to turn pressure into motivation under high pressure. Being young, he could only force himself to process everything as much as possible and move forward fearlessly.

However, the high-pressure environment still left some traces, which Jiang Hui and his friends noticed, but they didn't know how to help him.

Fortunately, the elders were wiser and acted first; or as the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father.

Jiang Hui, who hadn't seen Zhou Xiuwen for a while, noticed that the man's emotions had stabilized and he had gained a more dignified air than before, becoming more and more like his father.

It goes without saying who adjusted his condition – who else could it be but his own father? Indeed, experience is the best teacher.

In addition, understanding the child's school life is also crucial, and Jiang Hui, as a friend and classmate, is clearly a very good intermediary.
Using her as a starting point, Zhou Yuanjing got Zhou Xiuwen to relax a bit and share a lot of his true thoughts, some mature, some naive, some about his recent troubles, and some new ideas... He practically spilled his beans. Whether Zhou Xiuwen didn't notice or simply didn't care, he was very lively, and Marshal Zhou listened patiently the whole time, showing no impatience with these childish matters.

Finally, the meeting ended when Zhou Yuanjing's adjutant came to report something. Zhou Xiuwen escorted her back before heading towards his father's place.

Jiang Hui watched the other person's hurried departure before turning back into the inner room.

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Zhou Xiuwen hesitated at the door for a moment, and before he could greet the person inside, the person inside opened the door automatically and let him in.

To his surprise, there was no one else in the command room except Zhou Yuanjing. Now that he had come in, it was just the two of them, father and son.

"Where are Uncle Faria and the others?" Zhou Xiuwen looked around curiously. The others weren't there… presumably, the matter was simple, and Zhou Yuanjing had quickly made the arrangements.

But it's strange that Faria isn't there either. He's Zhou Yuanjing's close adjutant, usually responsible for handling various affairs around Zhou Yuanjing, and rarely leaves his side. Especially now that he's out, Faria has been inseparable from him these past few days. How could he just turn around and leave like that?

“There are some things going on in the control room, so I asked him to handle them,” Zhou Yuanjing said, watching as the increasingly tall and upright Zhou Xiuwen slowly walked to his side and then knelt down beside the mechanical wheelchair.

The boy had grown up a lot, still retaining some of his youthful spirit, but he was already showing promise and his expression was resolute. The boy was indeed a very good child, just as he had described, and as a father, Zhou Yuanjing had always been very proud of him.

“Why didn’t you stay with your friends a little longer? You didn’t really need to come over.” Zhou Yuanjing lowered his head slightly and glanced at the child squatting to the side.

“Father…” Zhou Xiuwen lowered his eyes, his voice slightly low, as if containing some indescribable emotion.

"what happened?"

“I never knew you were so interested in my school life. You could have just asked me directly.” His voice was a little muffled.

A rare, hearty laugh came from above: "That's different. I want to ask you... you certainly won't tell me that you ate three lunchboxes because you were so hungry that it made your stomach upset."

No, you actually remembered this? This week, Xiuwen felt even more puzzled, his ears turning slightly red as he buried his head in his hands. He didn't know if it was to escape or something else, but he leaned his head and shoulders slightly against the cold mechanical wheelchair, as if in this way he could feel a warmth that had been lost in the past.

“Alright, just kidding. I mean… I never knew you had so many grievances.” Zhou Yuanjing’s voice suddenly deepened. He reached out, his thin palm finally resting slowly on the top of the other’s head, and rubbed it: “You’ve had a hard time.”

these years.

(End of this chapter)