Chapter 7: The Sigh of Perfection for the Broken (6)

  "Grandma, I'm back!" Today's shopping trip was a success. I want to hurry up and wash the vegetables so that I can tell Grandma the good news about winning an award during dinner.

  But the person who responded was not my grandmother. In front of me stood a middle-aged man, with a neat hairstyle and gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a dark gray striped black suit, black socks and shiny black leather shoes. I was taken aback, immediately switching to a warm smile, thinking when did our family have such a friend, Grandma's young friend?

  "Vivian, Guo Zong, hurry up and come inside."

  Grandma's voice stopped the chaotic thoughts, I was extremely curious and secretly took a look at this uncle, holding grandma's hand, warmth came from the palm.

  There were a few chrysanthemum flowers in the cup, I compared and felt that there were too many, quietly borrowing the angle from the kitchen to the hall, measuring that uncle, decisively took back three chrysanthemum flowers, filled with two-thirds hot water, put it on the tea table, and retreated back to the kitchen to wash vegetables.

  "Vivian, don't rush to wash the dishes." After Grandma and that uncle finished whispering to each other, they beckoned me over, "Quickly, come here quickly."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Vivian, he is your father."

  "Dad? The smile on his face couldn't be piled up no matter what, I thought I heard it wrong, and opened my eyes wide to look at grandma, "En?"

  "He is your father, Xia Guozong."

  "Vivian." All of a sudden he was using such an intimate form of address with me.

  I rubbed my hands on my pants, saw him extend his hand, and subconsciously extended mine to shake it, quickly withdrawing my hand, and said stiffly, "Hello!"

  He also stared for a moment, his pupils shrinking and flashing with some surprise or guilt, and quickly looked away from my face, his expression not as natural as before. He said, "Hello... Vivian, you've grown up so much, just like your mother, very beautiful."

  This smile is not warm at all, it's hypocritical. After so many years, I can barely remember their faces. Since they didn't want me back then, why are they suddenly appearing now with a pretentious loving attitude, their eyes filled with insincerity? The more I look at his face, the more hideous he looks, and a feeling of disgust rises in my heart. I turn away, pretending to tidy up the things on the tea table.

  Grandma noticed my unnaturalness, she walked over and held my hand, smiling at me, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened, her voice had a slight tremble, and the other hand patted my hand several times. "Guo Zong, you sit down with Weiwei and chat slowly, I'll go make tea."

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