After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1054 Reconciliation between father and son
Nezha ran out, and Nan Song asked Yu Jinwen to find his son.

And gave the order, "If you don't coax your son well, don't come back!"

Yu Jinwen searched the rose garden all over, and finally found his son in the machine room. Nezha was holding a pebble-shaped amber jade in his hand, using a carving knife to trace lines on it, carving it carefully, and he looked very happy. He was focused, his lips still pursed.

When he was in a bad mood, he would carve jade. This habit of Nezha followed Nan Song.

Nezha, like Nan Song, was held in the arms of adults to carve stones and jade when he was a baby. When Nan Song was a child, he sat in the arms of Nan Sancai and Nan Ningsong to learn carving. The traditional craftsmanship of the Nan family cannot be lost. Zha Zi inherited his mother's business and started learning jade carving since he was a child.

It is dangerous for a child to hold a carving knife, and he needs to concentrate on it. Yu Jinwen did not bother to disturb him, and went in quietly, standing nearby to watch. Nezha was young, just a beginner, and could only carve some simple things. The amber jade was quickly overgrown with flowers and grass. There was really nowhere to cut, so Nezha stopped.

He put down the carving knife and still kept his back to Yu Jinwen. His childish voice was cold and hard, "Are you here to teach me a lesson?"

Obviously, he was still remembering the grudge just now.

Yu Jinwen raised his eyebrows and thought: I am your father, I can't teach you a lesson?
But to put it this way, there is no benefit except further straining the already weak relationship between father and son. He still has the "tightening curse" given to him by Nan Song.

"I didn't come to teach you a lesson."

Yu Jinwen said calmly: "I want to have a conversation and exchange between men with you."

The younger a child is, the more he desires to be treated like an adult.

When little Nezha heard what his father said, he turned around and gave him a look. The little guy shut himself in the machine room and calmed down for a moment. Now he was not as excited as before, but there was still a little redness in his eyes. , it’s so heartbreaking.

It is at this time that little Nezha will show a bit of childishness, and this childishness is very much like Nan Song, and his little expression is exactly the same as his mother, so whether it is Luo Junheng or Yu Jinwen, they can't help but see it. Softhearted.

I will sigh in my heart: I am still a child after all.

Little Nezha raised his eyes and looked at Yu Jinwen, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

He always felt that his father was holding back and wanted to teach him a lesson.

In the past, when he taught him a lesson, he could still run away from home and go to his uncle to hide for a while. Now his uncle is in the rose garden. Not only his uncle, but also other uncles are in the rose garden at the moment. There is no place to hide. If it doesn't work, go to Brother Zhe.

He just wants to watch a basketball game recently, and Brother Zhe will take him in.

Brother Zhe is Si Zhe.

Si Zhe calls his mother Sister, but he is Brother Hou's senior brother. From the relationship between the Ding family and the masters, he and Si Zhe can be considered brothers, so he simply calls him Brother Zhe.

Brother Zhe was also happy to hear him called that.

Little Nezha vaguely heard that Brother Zhe chased his mother back then. Not only brother Zhe, but also uncle Yan Yuan also chased his mother. So many people chased his mother, but his mother chose his father in the end. He thought No idea why.

Brother Zhe is young, Uncle Yan is considerate, both of them are better than the old dried fish.

Ms. Nan Song is good at everything, but she doesn't have a good eye for choosing a husband.

Yu Jinwen pulled up a chair and sat down, face to face with his son, and said seriously: "Let me talk to you about the difference between 92 points and 95 points."

What is "precision stepping on thunder"?
It was a good thing that Yu Jinwen didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Xiao Nezha's originally softened expression fell again, and darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Yu Jinwen couldn't help but sigh that his son's change of face was just as fast as Xiao Song's. He changed his face as fast as flipping through a book. The weather was sunny one second, and then it became cloudy. Seeing that it was still thundering, his whole body felt It's about to explode.

But Yu Jinwen was afraid of his wife, but that didn't mean he was afraid of his son.

"What, you want to blow up again?"

As if he felt that the stimulation to his son was not enough, Yu Jinwen added another blow, "I asked Yan Yuan, isn't it because Song Fan's test score this time is 95 points? Your score is not as high as his, just If you are unhappy, you will get angry at your father."

"I didn't!" Little Nezha shouted angrily.

Yu Jinwen's face also turned cold, "No? Then what did you shout?"

At the door, Nan Song leaned against the door and listened to the noise, wanting to rush in immediately.

Luo You quickly took her away, "Calm down."

"How can you be so calm?"

Nan Song's face was livid, and he was so angry that he cursed, "Didn't we agree to talk it over and coax my son? Why are you teaching me a lesson again? Yu Jinwen is a big liar!" After all, Nezha is still a child. Faced with his father's harshness and coldness, He couldn't sit still anymore, stood up from the chair, lowered his head, and said again, "I don't..."

This time the sound was much quieter than before.

The momentum also dropped.

He actually knew that this was not good, and he also knew that he really wanted to anger his father, but he didn't know what was wrong with him. It was as if a fire was burning in his heart, burning so hard that his lungs were about to explode. It was totally unacceptable. controlled.

"Look up and look at me."

Yu Jinwen's voice was calm, "A grown man, you should hold your head high and your chest high at all times."

Nezha raised his head following his words and met his wet eyes.

The clear and stubborn little eyes made Yu Jinwen's heart soften inexplicably.

He stretched out his hand towards little Nezha and said, "Come here."

Little Nezha was still having a temper with him, pouted, and walked over reluctantly.

Yu Jinwen pulled his son into his arms and wiped the water from the corners of his eyes.

"Did you really cry?"

Little Nezha's mouth was so pouted that it could hang a spoon, and he said firmly: "No."

"You brat, you just know how to fight against your father."

Yu Jinwen pinched his nose and coaxed the child, which made little Nezha very embarrassed. He felt that only children as old as Xiao Chengyuan were suitable for being pinched. He was already a big child... But the old man He was not disgusted by his father's behavior.

"There is a difference of three points, but the difference between you and Song Fan is eight years. Not to mention that the test items and test standards between you are different. There is no direct comparability. Even if they are exactly the same, so what? There are so many people, some can get 80 points, some can get 90 points, and some can get 100 points."

Yu Jinwen looked at his son and said: "It is a good thing to be competitive, but if you keep staring at someone who is stronger than you and only think about chasing him, you will lose your way. Son, God gives everyone different things. Likewise, people cannot have everything. Everyone has things they are good at and things they are not good at. If your score today is higher than Song Fan, are you really happy? Scores only represent temporary strength, but You still have a long way to go in life.”

Little Nezha listened quietly, and every word his father said fell into his ears.

"You mean, I don't need to compete with him?"

When Yu Jinwen saw his son asking this question, he knew that he had listened to his words. A trace of warmth appeared on his serious and cold face. He raised his hand to ruffle the wet hair on his son's forehead a few times, "You care about Song Fan's 95 points? But do you remember how many exams you took last year?"

Little Nezha thought for a while, "I barely passed 90 points."

"Ah."

Yu Jinwen nodded and said: "You are one year older this year, and your uncle has raised the test standards. But instead of regressing, you have made progress, which shows that you have worked very hard in training this year. Mom and Dad are very happy I'm proud of you."

Little Nezha didn't expect that his father would praise him out of the blue, and his face turned red with embarrassment.

Yu Jinwen had a panoramic view of his little appearance and felt that his son was very cute. He couldn't help but want to pinch his little face, "Dad, I believe that in eight years, you will be even better, but you don't have to compare with anyone. Just keep improving and that’s it.”

Little Nezha raised his head and looked at his father, seeing the affirmation and confidence in himself in his eyes. At this moment, he felt that the fire in his heart was gradually extinguished.

It's not that he no longer burns, but that he knows how to burn.

Pursing his lips again, little Nezha stood up straight in Yu Jinwen's arms and apologized to him.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have shouted at you or lost my temper at you."

He kept in mind what Yu Jinwen just told him, and held his head high even when admitting his mistakes. Little Nezha had the courage to admit his mistakes, "Just hit me."

"Good son, I won't beat you."

Yu Jinwen hooked his son's chin, smiled, picked him up, and said, "Wipe your tears, collect yourself, and dad will take you to the training ground for another test."

Nezha nodded and responded crisply: "Okay!"

The father and son gave each other a high-five and finally reconciled.

(End of this chapter)