Those tender and awkward years kidnapped 4

  After getting off the car, Zong Zhong walked straight towards the luxurious villa, without noticing the beautiful scenery and the clear bird songs around him. He still had that playful attitude, with his hands in his pockets, but his heart was filled with a sense of heaviness and anxiety.

  He followed the guidance of the tube family and stepped into the yard. When he walked to the Wei family's small garden, Wei Qingming was playing Tai Chi. He wore a bright white and loose satin shirt, with a serious and intoxicated expression, a pair of dense eyebrows flying into the cloud temples, and sharp eyes that could see through everything, all like relaxed clouds, reaching a state of freedom and transcendence.

  He was completely absorbed in the boxing, and didn't notice Zhong Zhong's visit at all. The light smoke of incense rose slowly, which was the thick and mellow flavor of dragon brain incense. Zhong Zhong stood still waiting for Wei Qingming to finish this set of Tai Chi, he noticed the thin sweat on Wei Qingming's forehead and the slightly raised veins on his hand back, as well as his tall and straight figure. He was so familiar with the middle-aged man in front of him that he could recall those clear images even with his eyes closed.

  The man who had known him since he was a child, with a gentle and amiable smile, would have fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when laughing, revealing several clean white teeth. His wisdom, kindness, dignity, and fatherly demeanor were all identical to those of his father, and he was also known for his strong wrists and upright manner. He was Zhong Hongqin's good friend and the director of the N City Public Security Bureau. Of course, his ability to sit firmly in this position as director was inseparable from Zhong Hongqin's help. At this moment, he slowly raised his hands, then slowly lowered them, and glanced at Zhong Zhongxuan with a look.

  "Ah, Zhonghuan, when did you arrive? I didn't even hear a sound." Wei Qingming smiled warmly and walked towards Zhonghuan, putting his arm around his shoulder, and led him into the house in a familiar manner.

  "Seeing you were practicing boxing, I didn't dare disturb you. How's Uncle Wei's body recently?"

  "Still the same, how's your father?"

  "My dad is fine, it's just that the weather suddenly turned cold and he caught a bit of a chill, but after some rest and recuperation, he'll be okay."

  "I'll come visit you another day and have a good chat with your dad."

  "That's right, you're always welcome." said Zong Zhong with a smile.

  "Ah, come sit down quickly," Wei Qingming said, pointing to the sofa. "Little Li, go pour tea!" After he sat down, he grabbed Zhong Nian's hand. "From now on, you must come to Uncle Wei's house often to play. Since Uncle doesn't have a son, I'll treat you like my own."

  "In my eyes, you are already as important as my father," said Zong Zhong with a flattering tone.

  Wei Qingming's words made Zong Zhongyan smile, and he gently patted the back of his hand. "Ah Yan, if you have any difficulties in the future, just look for Uncle Wei, no matter big or small!"

  Zong Zhonglian smiled heartily as soon as he heard this, for this was exactly what he had been waiting for. The only flaw in Wei Qingming's character was that he liked to make casual promises when he was excited and lost his composure. So, Zong Zhonglian slowly opened his mouth, "Uncle Wei, I actually have something to trouble you with."

  Wei Qingming supported his chin with his hand and listened carefully, "You say."

  "I want to borrow some police cars and uniforms."

  "What do you want this for?" Wei Qingming raised an eyebrow and asked.

  "Recently I met a troublesome person and wanted to scare him off." Zong Zhong said lightly, "If you don't want to, then forget it."

  "This..." Wei Qingming hesitated for a moment, after all, he was the director of the Public Security Bureau. If this matter were to be made public, if it were to be reported, his official hat would be gone. "A Yan, it's not that I don't want to lend, it's just that..."

  "Dad!" A girl who looked like she was in her teens, holding onto the handrail of the stairs, rushed downstairs shouting, her clear voice filling the entire hall.

  When she saw Zong Zhonglian, her eyes shone with a strange light, and she smiled sweetly, revealing a row of white teeth. In an instant, she fluttered down from the upstairs like a butterfly, her skirt flying about like flowers in bloom. She sat beside Wei Qingming, affectionately embracing his arm, pouting as she said, "Brother Zhonglian came and didn't even tell me."

  "This isn't even a surprise, your brother Zong Zhong is just arriving too." Wei Qingming said with a smile as he stroked the girl's head. This was his most beloved youngest daughter, Wei Chan. She had a clever and lovely appearance, especially her eyebrows, which were very similar to his - thick and black, but softer than his. Her small mouth was also endearing, and she was now leaning her head on Wei Qingming's shoulder, staring intently at Zong Zhong.

  Zong Zhonglian felt a bit uneasy being stared at by her, so he lightly coughed and said, "Changchang, can you still keep up with your studies?"

  Wei Chang rolled her eyes and ignored his words, saying on her own, "It's been a long time since Brother An came to play with me." Her tone was full of grievance, making people feel affectionate.

  "Your brother Ah Jian is going to take the high school entrance exam next year, he needs to study hard and make the most of his time," Wei Qingming explained.

  "That can't be helped, you have to accompany me to play, don't you think even a high school student like Xiaochang is important?"

  Wei Chang's words made both Wei Qingming and Zong Zhonglian laugh, and Zong Zhonglian could only say, "Alright, I'll come to keep you company often, okay?"

  "Ah Yan is the best!" Wei Chang said with a smile, then ran to Zong Zhongyan's side, holding his hand and saying, "Ah Yan brother, I'll show you something."

  "Hmm?" Without waiting for his reaction, Wei Chang pulled him into her own boudoir, completely ignoring the look in her father's eyes that was trying to stop her.

  Zong Zhong's hand grasped Wei Chang's soft small hand, his face suddenly becoming a bit hot, it was a very strange feeling, he wanted to pull away, but couldn't bear to.

  "Ah……it's this one!" Wei Chang pulled out a dry leaf from a book and said, "The specimen that the teacher just taught us how to make, but I didn't do a very good job..." She scratched her head and playfully stuck out her tongue.

  Zong Zhong carefully took the silver ginkgo leaf with a red string, examined it closely, and found that the leaf was brownish-green in color, with clear veins, about the size of a palm, but with some small holes on its surface. Although the craftsmanship wasn't very fine, he still smiled and accepted it, "Thank you, Chuan Chuan, I'll treasure it well."

  "An Ge," Wei Chuan lowered her head, wanting to speak but hesitating. Until she mustered up the courage, she took a deep breath and asked, "Is An Ge still in No. 2 Middle School?"

  "Yeah, it should be, what's up?"

  "Why don't you stay in No. 2 Middle School? Changan wants to be in the same school as you."

  Zong Zhonglian suddenly burst out laughing, pinched Wei Chang's rosy little face and said, "Good."

  After staying at Wei Qingming's home for nearly half a day, Zong Zhong stood up and bid farewell. "It's getting late, I should also take my leave," he said, and was about to go out the door.

  Wei Qingming sent Zong Zhong out of the door and casually said to Wei Cheng, "You go back to your room first."

  Wei Chang glanced at Zong Zhong and ran back to his own room with a knowing look.

  "Ah, uncle knows you're a clever kid, you're smart and have your own insights. Uncle also believes in you, and my relationship with your father is also unbreakable. So, uncle has decided to help you, I'll lend this thing to you, make good use of it, and I hope to see the day when you surpass your dad."

  "Thank you, Uncle Wei," Zhong Zhong said, not without emotion. Since he was a child, Wei Qingming had treated him like his own son, often giving him toys and taking him on outings. He would always say "Ah Zhong will definitely surpass his father one day". He also knew about Wei Qingming's ulterior motives - he wanted him to be his daughter's husband, he wanted Wei Chan to marry him. These were all things he was aware of, and they were part of the reason why Wei Qingming was so good to him. Everyone had their own calculations.

  Of course, he also has his own, and is expanding his influence, making friends and helping those who are beneficial to him. "I won't let you down," he said resolutely.

  "I know," Wei Qingming said with a gentle smile. "I'll have Little Li bring the things to you."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Give your father my regards."

  "I will, Uncle Wei, goodbye."

  Wei Qingming nodded, watching the young man's straight and slender back disappear into the distance, a sense of comfort and melancholy arose in his heart. The comfort came from seeing the child he had watched grow up become a strong and wise young man, but the sorrow was that the young man did not have his blood flowing through his veins. He turned over his hand, gazing up at a lone goose flying south in the sky, shook his head, and turned around.