Chapter Forty-six: Between Family Members

  Sometimes many things, even good things, can bring certain negative effects. Just like now with Sima, although the situation of being dug up by the small town public security bureau has been resolved.

  However, Sima found himself in another annoying situation, with people coming to his door every day. There were always some relatives who couldn't be avoided, and even some relatives said that those antiques should have a share for their family. It's worth knowing that those items were all accumulated by the old master from generation to generation, and can't be taken over by one family.

  These days, Sima has started to regret it a bit. At least looking at those people's faces every day and the trouble they bring to his parents makes him regretful. Each of them opens their mouths asking for money, each saying that they should have a share. It was only then that Sima realized why his parents didn't support him in the first place. If it wasn't for worrying that Sima would go to jail, his parents wouldn't have agreed to cooperate with him either.

  "No matter what, those things can't be swallowed by your family alone, even if there's not much to say. But those things are worth tens of millions, and your family can't be too greedy either. Even if Uncle had a broader vision and hid some for himself back then, no matter what, those things were accumulated by the ancestors before Old Master's time. Although the old folks are gone, aren't we, the younger generation, still here? We should get a share too, it's only right."

  Simma looked at this relative he had never seen before, how many were there? If he could choose, Simma would rather go to prison himself than see what was in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh that in the face of money, so-called relatives were so realistic, and so-called kinship seemed so weak in the face of money. It turned out that everything could be measured with money.

  "You can leave now! It's impossible to split the money, I have money for those who need it, but not for you. If you want to sue me, I'll accompany you to the end. As for the unpleasant words, let's not mention them, so that everyone won't lose face when the time comes."

  "How dare you! Do you know how to speak to your elders? You shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking."

  Someone came over and listened to Sima's words, which were so absolute that he stood up in anger, pointing at Sima's nose and scolding him.

  "Simma, aren't you going to apologize to your uncle? Is this how a younger generation like you treats their elders?"

  His father scolded Sima in one sentence. Facing his father's scolding, Sima could only follow his father's orders and apologize to the newcomer.

  "What kind of parenting is this? I've never seen anyone discipline a child like you. No wonder the kid got beaten up like a squash."

  After Sima Bu's death, the newcomer still spoke of it unrelentingly.

  "The child doesn't understand. I'm the parent and it's up to me to teach him. Don't bother yourself with this, what the kid just said is my intention too. You can leave now!"

  These days, Father has been accumulating a lot of anger. Originally having a bad temper, Father now doesn't even bother to say anything to these people who have become accustomed to speaking like this.

  "You..."

  The people who came obviously didn't expect the father to do this today, and Sima was also stunned. The father, who had always been very particular about family relationships, had been very accommodating to all the relatives who came in the past few days, no matter whether they were being arrogant or pretending to be weak. But not like today.

  "Dad... it's all my fault, I've brought trouble to our family."

  After waiting for others to leave, looking at the father who has become very haggard in these days, my heart is unbearable. It's all for myself, otherwise it wouldn't have ended up like this today.

  "No big deal! I had expected this to happen from the very beginning. Most of those who come to our doorstep are not real relatives, and if they weren't after this money, most of them wouldn't have bothered to show up."

  The father sighed and leaned on the sofa, saying. The father had not offended a few people in his life, but as he got older, he offended so many relatives for himself.

  "Dad! You've never asked me where those porcelain pieces came from. Aren't you worried?"

  Ever since this happened, Sima felt that his father had never asked him where he got those antiques from, which was completely different from the father he knew.

  "There's nothing to worry about. You don't have the guts to do anything illegal, and I still don't know where you got those porcelain pieces from. When you feel like talking, you'll say it yourself. If you think even your parents can't be told, then there must be a reason for that too. Besides, you're already so grown up, you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong."

  Listening to his father's words, Sima suddenly had an urge to cry. How could parents not believe in their own child?

  "Dad... actually, I bought all those things."

  Simar thought for a moment and said in a low voice that if he had nothing to hide from his parents, why couldn't they know when even his cousin knew.

  "What you said is true."

  Apparently, Father was stunned by Sima's words or storytelling just now. Is there such a thing in this world?

  "Dad, look at these photos."

  Seeing his own factory being built day by day and constantly expanding around, although most of the buildings were idle, Sima couldn't help but take some photos with his mobile phone during his personal time. He took out his mobile phone, flipped through the photos, and showed his father the pictures of the factory taken with his mobile phone.

  "This... this is what you said..."

  Father looked at the photo on his phone and said incredulously. After all... this is too fake! Is it possible?

  "If it weren't for that anomaly in space-time, Dad, do you think I could have gotten those porcelain pieces?"

  After waiting for Father to finish looking at those photos, Sima said softly.

  "Delete those photos! If you lose your phone later, it will cause trouble."

  A father who had gone through countless storms in his life gently entrusted Sima after looking at the photos.

  "Got it!"

  Simma certainly knew that his father had entrusted him with this task for his own safety.

  "You said you built a villa there, are you planning to live there? Is that villa the same as the small Western-style house in the photo just now? It's pretty nice."

  His father seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked in a hurry.

  "I... I just feel that it's a bit too hard to give up, that factory is almost my entire heart and soul. Sometimes I even think that it's more like my home."

  Simar hesitated for a moment before slowly expressing his own thoughts.

  "Although that factory is your heart's blood, don't forget that we are all here. Are you suitable to go there?"

  The father looked at his grown-up son and said: Although the son has grown up and can fly on his own, however...

  "Dad, when I was young, you often told me that a man has a career where he has a home, without a career, there is no home. Although I don't have a home now, the factory is my home and everything to me. My dreams are there, I really can't leave it behind. Dad... otherwise..."

  Simma expressed his own thoughts, but in fact, this idea was more of his father's indoctrination since childhood. And Simma had another thought, the environment there seemed to be more suitable for retirement than here, and of course, it couldn't compare with here in all aspects.

  "Alright! I understand what you mean, let's just forget this ever happened. You focus on your career, don't forget to come back home and visit us from time to time, your mom and I will be fine!"

  Of course, fathers know that sometimes for men, career is more important than a man's life, and for the sake of career, one has to sacrifice something.

  "You've got everything you need, when are you going to find a partner and get married? You're not getting any younger, don't drag it out anymore. Go ahead, at least let us see our grandkids."

  Sim's marriage problem has always been a heart disease for Er two. As the years go by, his colleagues around him have all held their grandsons, but Sim still hasn't gotten married.

  "I don't want to get married now and I don't want to talk about it, let's see about this matter in the future."

  This is the only excuse and reason for Sima in nearly a year.

  "Last time your head was smashed by someone, it was because of her! Haven't you forgotten about her yet?"

  Father certainly understands, the harm caused to his own son in that injury less than a year ago. However, it's not worth it for such a woman.

  "Dad, I... she's all in the past now. It's just that currently... I'm not suitable for finding a wife, like how I'm not even at home for a whole day over several weeks. Finding a wife would be troublesome instead. Why don't I find you a daughter-in-law when I go back there? If you're not particular about her age."

  Listening to his father's words, he knew that his father was afraid that he had not yet walked out of the emotional shadow, so he would be worried about him, and then said half-jokingly.

  "Go ahead! As long as you don't feel old, and you're willing to do it yourself, the daughters-in-law of that era were much more virtuous than modern ones. Just remember not to forget to send our grandson over."

  His father was also delighted to hear that his son wanted to find a wife at that time, and those birthdays were all in the last century.

  That night, Sima accompanied his parents to have a reunion dinner at home. His father, who had not drunk for a long time, also drank several cups. That night, both Sima and his father got drunk. Who knows when the next time Sima will come back and have a reunion dinner with his family again?

  When Sima left home, his father didn't say anything and watched TV with his mother in the living room. As he was about to leave, looking at the somewhat empty house, Sima couldn't help but feel a little heartache. Why did he have to leave this place? Was it really because of the entanglements of that time and space?

  It was night, Sima stood alone quietly in the warehouse yard, looking at the familiar warehouse. Sima thought to himself, if he hadn't discovered that anomaly point in time back then, would he have ended up like Old Hu, spending his whole life watching over this warehouse?

  The answer is definite, let's not talk about whether Sima is willing or not, even if Sima is willing, it's probably unlikely. After the city develops in the future, it will definitely develop to this point, and by then, even if Sima wants to see it, there may not be a warehouse to look at.

  "Wenzi, everything here is left to you."

  Simma patted his younger brother's shoulder and said so.

  "Brother! Don't worry!"

  Ye Wen looked at the wound that had not healed yet

  "Brother, I want to ask you something, why did you choose to tell me about this in the first place?"

  From the moment he knew this secret until now, although Ye Wen has been trying his best to do what his brother entrusted him with, sometimes he still wonders why his brother chose to tell him.

  "Wenzi, we're like brothers, even if we're just cousins. I wouldn't tell anyone else but you. As long as one of us has something, the other will have it too. I've already helped you pay off your mortgage. And by the way, this monthly salary of a few thousand yuan is yours now. Oh, and that Deep Blue Trading company? It's all in your name now! Hehe, from now on, if big brother needs anything, you'd better earn less!"

  Between the two brothers, there is no need to distinguish between you and me. From childhood to adulthood, in Sima's heart, if his own brothers can be trusted, then perhaps there would be no one trustworthy in this world. Trusting one's own brother doesn't require any reason. When the space-time node opened again, Sima returned once more to the time-space of 1915 that he had left for many days. Who knows when he will come back next time?