When Zhuang Yan returned home, he saw a dim wall lamp in the living room as soon as he opened the door.

He suddenly felt a little strange.

Parents are extremely frugal people. In the past, as long as they sleep, the lights are definitely turned off, and they will not keep the lights because they are not home.

This has been a habit for many years, and it has not changed even after living in wealth.

After changing his shoes, he walked to the living room and quietly took a look at the sofa. Sure enough, his father, Zhuang Zhenguo, was sitting on the sofa and hadn't slept yet.

"came back?"

The old scout really opened his half-closed eyes, looked sideways, and glanced at his son.

While changing his shoes, Zhuang Yan replied, "Well, I'm back."

"Drinking?"

Zhuang Zhenguo has always opposed his son's drinking.

But Zhuang Yan never listened to him before, and the father really couldn't do anything about him.

Zhuang Yan immediately realized the smell of alcohol on his body, and secretly shouted bad.

"I had a few drinks with my classmates."

"Well……"

Surprisingly, Zhuang Zhenguo didn't get angry, but simply snorted.

Then he added: "Actually, I'm not that authoritarian either, because I used to drink too, but I just don't want you to drink and make mistakes."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yan felt strange in his heart.

What's going on today?

He was caught drinking by himself, but the old man didn't get angry?

This made the solemn, who thought he was about to face a storm, was a little overwhelmed.

The two father and son stood in the dark for a while, as if no one knew how to continue the conversation.

Zhuang Yan pointed to his room and said, "Dad, I'm going back to sleep."

Only then did Zhuang Zhenguo say, "Come on, sit down, I have something to talk to you about."

The solemn heart couldn't help but stunned, do you want to tell yourself a big reason again?

But the person passed by, and he sat down and explained immediately, "Dad, I went with Li Yang and Xu Xin tonight to eat some beef offal and drink some beer, but I didn't drink much."

Zhuang Zhenguo just stared at his son sitting on the sofa opposite him for a long time.

Suddenly, he sighed and said, "Dad has been reflecting on whether his discipline was so authoritarian in the past that you and your brother didn't want to tell me anything more."

Zhuang Yan actually heard a hint of old helplessness in Zhuang Zhenguo's tone, and then took a closer look, his father's hair was lit by the dim light, and many white hairs were clearly visible.

Father is really old.

At this point, Zhuang Yan had never tried to look at his father so carefully before.

In the past, I always thought that my father would never grow old.

How can he get old?

Back then, he chased out the corridor with a broom, drove himself to spare a few buildings in the dormitory compound, and finally caught himself on the basketball court, dragged himself home without blushing and heartbeat, and still had the strength to come. When he moved the men's singles, he beat himself to the ground begging for mercy.

How can he get old?

This is the master who has eight military medals and makes the agents of the Y country feel terrified on the front line.

Only after becoming a soldier did I realize how terrifying the eight military medals were.

Father, I never got old before.

And at this moment, the old man sitting in front of him had a thin face, blue-veined hands, and thinning hair due to chemotherapy.

Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that his heart was blocked badly, and his nose was a little pantothenic.

"Dad, it's getting late, you should go to bed earlier, you are not in good health, rest more."

As he said solemnly, he was about to help his father up.

Zhuang Zhenguo smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, I'm not used to you being a dutiful son to me. You've been used to it since you were a child, and I can't control it, but I'm not used to it."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yan laughed even more sadly.

Zhuang Zhenguo lowered his head, groped for a while in the pocket of his pajamas, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan didn't dare to accept it at first because he didn't know what it was.

Judging from the current situation of Zhuang Zhenguo, he is most afraid of seeing this kind of paper.

What kind of test sheet or diagnostic sheet is the thing, I really can't stand it.

"Dad, what's this?" he asked courageously.

"Take it." Zhuang Zhenguo saw through his son's worries at a glance, and said, "It's not from the hospital, don't worry, your father has been to King Yama long ago. He said that I still have many years to live, so he won't accept me."

Zhuang Yan laughed when he heard it, the veteran was like this, always taking life and death so indifferently.

This is also understood after becoming a soldier, especially after actual combat.

His father's expression was so similar to that of the old white hair.

He took the list, looked at it carefully by the light, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"This is--"

"Shh!"

Zhuang Zhenguo pressed his index finger on his lips, signalling solemn silence.

"Be quiet, don't make your mother sleep."

Only then did Zhuang Yan stabilize his fluctuating mood.

This is a repayment slip, stamped with the foundation's red and bright official seal.

It stated that the arrears had been repaid 200,000, and the subsequent 120,000 instalments were repaid, which would be repaid within one year.

"I can only help here." Zhuang Zhenguo sighed.

What surprised Zhuang Yan was not that his father, Zhuang Zhenguo, paid back the money for his brother Zhuang Buping, but where did the money come from?

No matter how frugal my father was, he couldn't save so much money.

"Where did the money come from? Dad, how can you have so much money?"

Zhuang Zhenguo smiled and said, "your dad and I have worked for so many years, but I still have money."

Zhuang Yan said: "Don't coax me, when you were in the army, your salary was only that much, and you had to help others. Mom was so difficult back then, and I didn't see you saving any money. After you come back to work, you are not the kind of person who makes money. Man, do you think I'm stupid? Where did the money come from?"

Zhuang Zhenguo suddenly raised his head and looked around the room.

"This house was just renovated last year and was bought out." Zhuang Zhenguo said: "The square footage is still relatively large, and it is worth a little money to mortgage it. In addition, over the years, both your mother and I have saved some, and your brother is always filial. A few of us, together is enough."

Zhuang Yan's whole body is numb~lightnovelpub.net~ Father has taken out all his family assets.

"Don't worry about me and your mother. We both have units, and we have organized care for life, old age, sickness and death. The amount of money is just a number... But this money is very important to your brother."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards his room.

Suddenly he turned around again: "Oh, by the way, you can take this list directly to your brother. I'm most annoying when he has to pretend to be a tough guy and say he can handle it, this kid..."

Zhuang Zhenguo said, shook his head, and went back to his room.

Under the dim light, solemnly holding the repayment slip, his heart was already surging and unable to calm down.

He thought about how he should tell Zhuang Buping tomorrow that his strong brother would accept this heavy family affection.

Perhaps, there is no need to explain the relationship between father and son, because for the family relationship in blood, everything is hypocritical, and everything is superfluous.