After not seeing him for ten years, Pan Yuefeng could even recognize him at a glance.

Zhong Yue moved his lips, "You... are going to remarry, congratulations." When he said this, he felt mixed feelings. If the ten years of childhood were as poor, at least his parents gave him a wonderful childhood. He even remembered that under the peach forest, Pan Yuefeng was sitting on a small stool, holding a shoe cone, and he was going to elementary school to make new shoes and soles.

In spring and summer, the peaches are ripe. Pan Yuefeng always washes the best peaches, cuts them into small pieces, puts them in a bowl, and lets him eat them with bamboo sticks.

More than ten years have passed in a flash. Since his parents divorced, Zhong Yue has never seen any smile on his father's face. Who can blame all this? He doesn't know who to blame. Pan Wei must be the culprit. The two elders of the Pan family are not sure whether they are involved.

Sometimes he even blames himself for not being able to protect this warm family at that time.

"Mom, I'm sorry for you." Pan Yuefeng said with moist eyes.

"No need." Zhong Yue opened his eyes wide, "I don't know what you thought in your heart in the past ten years, but when my father died, you haven't seen me for ten years. You haven't seen me at home. What's the use of saying sorry? You want to remarry, congratulations."

The tough old woman walked out and cursed, "Your father is a useless waste. He knew how to write a few broken words in the valley, which wasted a lot of my daughter's youth, and he also had the face to say ten years, twenty years, how many twenty years can a woman have."

Zhong Yue doesn't want to mention the past, and what's the use of right or wrong now? Now his mother is about to remarry, which makes Zhong Yue relieved. However, when his father passed away last year, Pan Yuefeng planned to remarry. Is it really because of his father's relationship and the villagers' arguments that he would not remarry for a long time, and he didn't get married until his father was?

It's been ten years.

Since his parents divorced, his mother neither remarried nor came to see him, and was always silent. This attitude has slowly dissipated the rumors among the villagers, but Zhong Yue has always had a question to ask her. No matter what, Pan Yuefeng is still a qualified mother in his heart for the first ten years of his life.

"I just want to ask you, it's been ten years. Have you never wanted to come to see me?" Zhong Yue looked at Pan Yuefeng with moist eyes and asked the question that had been hidden in his heart. Is it because she abandoned her husband and son and could have no worries, or is there really something unspeakable hidden?

"This is what your father and I promised to divorce. We will never step into Daping Township in the future. Even if I want to see you again, I will hide in the house and cry silently. Ten years have passed, I have done it! Of course I can't let you go. You go to the county to study in junior high school, get into high school, and get into college. Mom is proud of you again and again. Every time I see you alone at the school gate, my mother will cry for a long time. My Ayue, when she finally grew up, she feels relieved to get married."

When Zhong Yue heard this answer, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only turn around and leave.

No longer stepping into Daping Township, his father is still silently protecting this woman who has loved for the rest of his life... Dad, do you just believe that your son can be strong enough to have no maternal love?

Unlike the indifference of neighbors in the city, in the village, some major weddings and funerals have almost become housework in the whole village. No matter how far or near, gossip, gossip, or deliberately slander, anyway, as long as it can be used as a topic, it will inevitably be brought out and discussed.

If Pan Yuefeng often comes to Daping Township, then rumors will come one after another and will always become the topic of conversation among the villagers. Instead of doing this, it is better not to see each other.

Although Zhong Yue still couldn't know why his parents divorced, it was already a thing of the past. It was inevitable that he felt quite restless when he mentioned the old things again. It took Zhong Yue three or four hours to walk back to his hometown from Xiatang Village, and even the phone number Ye An called him was ignored by him.

There are often no right or wrong things at all. The ones that love continue to love, just like his taciturn father, he naturally continues to hate, just like his bastard Pan Wei over the years, he will never forget his arrogant attitude in the Zhong family.

"Zhong Yue, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ye An slowly leaning against him, Zhong Yue calmed down his complicated emotions, "Brother Ye, you go back. I want to be quiet."

"Sure, I thought something happened to you if you didn't answer the phone. Since it's okay, I'll go back. Remember to call me if you have anything." He could also see the melancholy written on Zhong Yue's face.

"Okay." Zhong Yue walked towards Taohuaao with great worries.

Looking at Zhong Yue’s back in the rearview mirror, Ye An murmured: “Are all art-related people so sentimental? There are still people talking and laughing in the morning, why do you look like this when you come back?”

Zhong Yue walked through this peach forest. The kites, falling flowers, peach fragrance, and laughter of those back then, these memories that have been buried in his heart for a long time lingered in his mind and could not be removed.

Whether it is love or hatred, time is the best healing medicine. When he stood in front of Pan Yuefeng and asked about the ten years of silence, he became relaxed and relieved.

The red primitives of broken scriptures were spread on the camphor wood table.

The rice paper produced by this system finally came into play.

I didn’t have too many distractions, and I didn’t worry about the piece of paper being written in a waste, so I used it instead.

The purple hair in the bamboo carving rolled around among the ink butterflies.

Zhong Yue picked up his pen and looked at the gorgeous and beautiful broken gold and red Xuan. Thinking of his childhood memories, what blessings should he send to Pan Yuefeng?

A happy marriage for a hundred years?

No, he doesn't like it.

I remembered the old farmer who went up the mountain to collect folk songs that day and lived a resolute life. His wrists hung in the air resolutely wrote.

Family happiness.

Four words, simple. For ten years of love, hate, and grudges, Zhong Yue used a pen to open his mind to the fullest, a feeling of moving his heart, which made him feel refreshed.

The only one who writes the pen is the side tip.

The pen is folded without turning, and the pen is lifted is slanted and thin.

The wind blew into the room, and a corner of rice paper fluttered under the ruler.

When the last stroke fell, Zhong Yue placed the pen casually on the mod butterfly and never looked at any of the paper again. When he lay on his back on the bed and turned his back, he suddenly saw the oil painting leaning against the ground behind the bookcase.

In the painting, his back was still sitting on the huge rock in a sweatshirt. It was really the same as when he was in the field trip that day.

Zhong Yue closed his eyes and chuckled, slowly falling asleep.

Although there is only the back in the painting, the artistic conception actually allows Zhong Yue to see the charm of a generation of masters.
Chapter completed!