Shangguan Zhongxuan came over and hugged Yu Niang and said softly: "Yu'er, I know everything, I feel wronged!"

After my husband comforted me, Yu Niang's eyes turned red and tears almost fell down when she heard this. She quickly turned her head aside and said, "I've been driving for a day, go and have some tea first. I'll cook noodles for you guys."

Looking at Yu Niang's departure back, Shangguan Zhongxuan felt mixed feelings and couldn't tell what it felt...

In the evening, Yu Niang took Yifei and Lichao to her grandfather's house to play. Shangguan Zhongxuan did not go, but just told Yu Niang to be careful when driving on the road and come back early.

After Yu Niang and his son left, Zhongxuan came to the kitchen and fryed Yu Niang's pickled meat chops for Bokuan in hot oil. He cooked a large bowl of noodles. Then he came to Bokuan's room and said to his eldest son who was sleeping with his head covered, "Kun'er, get up and eat something."

After coming over for a while, Bokuan got up from the bed and smelled the tempting fragrance of the fried rice. He couldn't help swallowing, feeling hungry and very hungry. Then he remembered that after breakfast, he still had no teeth and had an empty stomach.

"Eat, your favorite noodles, which my dad made for you. I haven't made it for a long time, and it must be less delicious than your mother made for us at that time." Shangguan Zhongxuan said kindly.

Bokuan remembers that his mother was both beautiful, capable, and cooked delicious dishes. What he and his father liked the most was the big noodles made by his mother. The big noodles were fried fragrant and crispy. In his memory, it was the best delicious dish in the world.

Bokuan sat at the desk, held the bowl of noodles and looked at it carefully for a while, as if he was recalling the beautiful and happy time when his mother was still alive, and then he picked up the chopsticks and started eating it voraciously. Bokuan felt that the bowl of noodles made by his father was so fragrant, and it might be because he was too hungry. In the end, he even drank the soup of the bowl of noodles.

Shangguan Zhongxuan packed up the dishes and poured another cup of light tea for Bokuan. After he finished drinking, he said slowly: "Kun'er, you have heard all the words my brother said in front of your mother's grave today. Can you tell me, did your brother's words touch you? What do you think?"

Shangguan Bokuan lowered his head and said nothing for a long time. His younger brother's words were deafening. He really didn't expect that in his favorite Maomao's mind, his image would be so unbearable. He even thought that the person his younger brother said in front of his mother's grave was not him at all, so how could he become like this?

Seeing that his son was not speaking, Shangguan Zhongxuan sighed heavily and said, "Kuan'er, Dad wants to tell you a real story. Do you want to hear it?"

Bokuan raised his drooping head and looked at his father, nodded gently, and heard from his father: "Many years ago, there was a young, beautiful and kind mother who was seriously ill. She knew that she was terminally ill and was soon in life. One day, she called her dearest sister and entrusted her most worried son in this world to her. Because her sister was very gentle and kind, and she was compassionate, and she could only leave with confidence. She didn't

Someone whom she loved deeply was entrusted to her sister because she felt that it was unfair to her. Her sister was so young at that time, with a beautiful and charming face, a bright future, and there were countless suitors behind her. Everything was so beautiful. The young mother did not dare to be so selfish, for fear of losing her sister's life. Later, the kind mother passed away. Her husband and son were extremely sad and could not extricate themselves. Her son was crying all day long and was in pain. At this time,

, it all depends on the child's aunt who accompanied him day and night, took care of him, relieved and comforted him, accompanied them, and spent the darkest and most painful period of their lives together. Later, the boy's aunt and his father lived together day and night, and fell in love over and over again. For this reason, she rejected all suitors, ignored the opposition of relatives, broke through the layers of obstacles in the family, and resolutely lived with the father and son. She thought that she could take better care of the little boy.

But what she never expected was that the boy's deep misunderstanding and hostility towards her was indeed the boy's deep misunderstanding and hostility towards her. The boy thought she had bad intentions and stole his father, occupied the nest, and betrayed his mother. For this reason, this kind and pitiful aunt had endured the boy's eyes, cursed and even vicious curses, but she didn't take it all to heart. She was as kind as ever to the boy, and would rather be wronged and betrayed by himself and his child than to let the boy..."

"Dad, stop talking!" Hearing this, Bokuan shouted and interrupted his father's words. He buried his head lowered, his face full of shame, and he did not dare to look at his father again.

The father and son sat quietly for a long time. Shangguan Zhongxuan said softly: "Kuan'er, do you know who gave you the name Shangguan Bokuan?" Bokuan shook his head gently and said he didn't know. "It was your mother, she gave you it. She hopes that when her son grows up, he will not only be as knowledgeable as her, but also like a real man, with a broad mind, maintaining a good nature, and being a good man. But Kuan'er, think about it carefully, how far is your words and actions for the aunt who loves you and your dear sister, and your dear sister, from your mother's eager hope for you?

What kind of example have you set for your younger brother who has always admired you? And your mother you have always loved and missed. Your actions and words and deeds not only did not bring her glory and pride, but they brought her endless humiliation and her deep disappointment with her son. You made her unable to get peace with her spirit in heaven. How many have you thought about these?" Hearing this, Bokuan's eyes slowly turned red, and tears fell on the floor one by one, splashing into tears. That night, the father and son were heart-wrenching, chatting together, and chatting until late at night. Even Yu Niang brought Yifei and Lichao home, and the father and son didn't know...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!