"Nannan."
Mother Yu called her son again.
The young man's face was stiff, and his tone was even harder, "I'm sorry."
Although the sound was still silent, people around him heard it.
Wang Zhe frowned, but there was no sign of sincerity at this volume.
Just as he was about to speak, Zheng Yuan stopped him.
Zheng Yuan looked at the young man, "What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry for hitting someone with a vase."
Yu Yu said quickly, and then she pulled her son's hand, "Nan Nan."
The young man's head hung slightly, but he obediently repeated Yu's mother's words, "I'm sorry to hit someone with a vase."
There was still no hint of remorse in his straightforward tone.
Zheng Yuan reached out and pressed his forehead.
Come on, he doesn't want to argue with a child anymore.
A formal apology will be enough.
However, he couldn't help but said to the child's parents, "You'd better take more care of this child."
"Consider him lucky to meet me this time."
"I don't even know how I can talk so easily."
"If I meet someone else..."
"Yes Yes."
Mother Yu nodded frequently.
She also knew that this young man was really generous this time.
She is very grateful.
"Thank you."
Father Yu lowered his head, "We will educate this child well when we return."
"By the way, after you go to the hospital to see your injuries, we will pay for the medical expenses."
"I'll give you the phone."
Zheng Yuan finally felt that his churning and nauseating stomach had eased a bit.
His complexion also improved a bit.
Although the child is unclear.
At least the child's parents are sensible.
He is not a good person in vain.
...
At this time, the store manager and waiter saw that the matter was almost resolved, so they carefully avoided the mess on the ground and walked over.
After Yu's father exchanged phone numbers with Zheng Yuan, he looked at them clearly.
Without waiting for them to speak, Father Yu said consciously, "Sorry, I will pay for these damaged plates."
The smile on the manager's face became more sincere.
...
"Little brother, thank you so much this time."
Zheng Yuan thanked Xiao Xiao again, insisted on asking for Xiao Xiao's phone number, and said he would treat him to dinner next time.
Then he left accompanied by his colleagues.
...
"young people."
As soon as Zheng Yuan walked away, Yu's mother came over with the young man on the back.
Father Yu is still negotiating with the store staff.
"My father and I also want to thank you this time."
Mother Yu held the child's arm tightly with one hand.
After such an incident, she did not dare to let her child leave her side for the time being.
She bent down slightly and said, "If it weren't for you, this child would really be in big trouble."
"I don't know what's wrong with this child?"
"Okay..."
Mother Yu smiled bitterly and murmured.
"It's such a small thing."
She looked at the child next to her. By the second year of high school, this child had grown like crazy and was already taller than her. "They just said a few words to you."
"You are still conscious, but you are drunk. How can you argue with a drunkard?"
Yu's mother really couldn't understand it.
Her son is not such a stingy person.
"If you're unhappy, just say a few words to him."
"Why do you want to hit someone?"
"You still won't let me go?"
"You want to hit someone with such a big vase?"
...
Mother Yu was chattering.
Now that the matter was settled and Zheng Yuan and his party had left, she felt relieved and had the energy to talk to her children.
She wanted to know what the child was thinking.
Just as the young man said at the end, this time the child was lucky and met a person with a good temper.
If she met someone with a bad temper, she couldn't imagine how big the trouble would be?
The same situation must never happen again.
Mother Yu couldn't help but tighten her grip on the child's arm.
She never knew that this quiet child could show such a terrifying expression.
To this day, she still has lingering fears when she thinks of her child's expression at that time.
She desperately wanted to know something and also wanted to do something.
However, the child's face was slightly tilted, his eyes were unfocused, and he was lost in thought, as if he had not heard her words at all.
"Nannan."
Mother Yu softly called her son's name.
But he also fell silent.
This is not the place for conversation.
She was also too anxious.
It doesn't matter.
she told herself.
Wait until you get home to slowly communicate with your child.
To be continued...