Seeing Zhang Hanâs expression from a distance, Wang Xiuying wanted to stuff her head under the table, but her youngest son was happily eating a piece of chocolate cake, he didnât even understand what was happening.
Zhang Mingyu and his father walked over with the old lady step by step. When Old Man Zhang saw Chen Fang who was getting closer, he couldnât help but stand up, greeted her excitedly, and stretched out his hand to the old lady: âXiao Fang! â
Chen Fangâs expression did not change at all, she nodded at him as if looking at a stranger: âHello, Mr. Zhang.â
When Old Man Zhang heard the words âMr. Zhangâ, his face showed a painful expression, and his voice was a little hoarse: âXiao Fang, do you still hate me?â
Chen Fang smiled lightly: âMr. Zhang is joking, why should I hate you? To me, you are just a person I once knew.â
Old man Zhang showed a look of astonishment, and he was a little flustered when he saw Chen Fangâs unwavering eyes. He didnât seem to expect that he did not weigh Chen Fangâs heart.
âIâm here today to bring my child to see you.â Chen Fang patted Zhang Hanâs hand and said: âHe is your father by blood. Itâs up to you to decide whether to recognize him or not.â
Zhang Han didnât even look at Old Man Zhang and said in a firm voice: âIâve only had a mother and no father. I didnât have it when I was a child, and I donât care about it now.â
Old Man Zhangâs lips moved slightly, but he didnât know what to say. He looked at Chen Fang with red eyes, and called out in a choked voice, âXiao Fang.â
Chen Fang took a serious look at Old Man Zhang. The face in her memory merged with the aged face in front of her, and the last regret in her heart disappeared.
Old Man Zhang looked at Chen Fang and felt very emotional, Xiao Fang in his memory was young and beautiful like a swallow in the sky. Even though the old lady in front of her was dressed luxuriously, she could still see thick yellowed calluses on her hands. Her eyes which were as clear as pool water at the beginning were now a little cloudy.
âXiao Fang, you are old, and I am too.â Old Man Zhang sighed: âNow my wife is gone, if you want, we can live together, and I will compensate you well in the future.â
When Chen Fang heard this, she shook her head with a dumb laugh: âNaturally, I wonât agree. I was stupid when I was young and was abandoned. Now that I am living a happy and comfortable life, why would I want to get back with you.â
Old Man Zhang was speechless by those words. Chen Fang stopped looking at him, turned to look around at the people on the table, and asked softly, âExcuse me, who is the fortune-teller Master Lin?â
Lin Qingyin put down the tea in her hand and smiled apologetically at Chen Fang: âSorry for disturbing the old lady, do you have any worries? Iâll give you free divination.â
âDonât be sorry, I want to thank you.â Chen Fang smiled casually: âAlthough I donât love or hate him anymore, deep inside my heart, I want to meet again. I didnât expect my wish will be fulfilled today.â
Lin Qingyin looked at her face and said, âAlthough the old lady went through hardships in the first half of her life, the more she goes on, the more blessed she is.â
Chen Fang laughed when he heard this: âI believe the masterâs words.â
Lin Qingyin looked at Old Man Zhang and then at Chen Fang: âThe two of you indeed have fate, but this thin relationship ended decades ago, and it will never be possible again.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Old Man Zhang had already seen Chen Fangâs attitude, but he still had confidence in himself. After all, he was the most attractive old man in their park square. He always felt that he only need to be more attentive to her.