"Xiao Fan, dad understands it now. It was my fault before. Can you still forgive dad now?"

Chen Wenqian asked this and sobered up.

He asked with great courage to ask, and after the question, he became nervous again. He glanced at his son timidly.

His son grew taller unknowingly. When his wife passed away, his son was just about the same height as him, but now, he still needs to look up slightly to see him.

But Chen Wenqian didn't see any emotion on his son's face.

Chen Fan just said lightly.

"Dad did nothing wrong and I don't need to be forgiven."

What's wrong with him?

Only after his wife passed away did he develop a new relationship. He could not treat his son with all his heart, but he did not take any care of him.

So he is not wrong and no one needs to forgive him.

But Chen Wenqian lowered his head and looked at the floor beneath his feet.

The father and son stopped talking. In the large living room on the high-rise, there were only a few lonely bird songs outside the window.

Chen Fan was not ready to stop and turned to return to his room on the second floor.

But Chen Wenqian spoke again at this time.

"Xiao Fan, Dad knows that I have made you sad, and he has not managed our factory well, causing you to be blocked by workers at the door of your house... But Dad knows that he is wrong, and he will no longer interact with messy people in the future, and also strive to run our factory..."

He said, seeing that although his son had not turned around, he stopped and did not leave again.

Chen Wenqian was a little excited and continued quickly.

"Dad heard from the teacher that your grades are very fast and you can get into a first-class university. If you work hard for half a year, you will definitely be able to get into a better university. Dad is also ready to work hard and run our factory again."

This is easy to say, but a factory needs a lot of money to support. After the troubles in the past few years, the Chen family's factory has been very energetic. In addition, the Shao family's factory has revived this year, and it even wants to regain its former market share. Even the manager feels that if the Chen family's factory wants to make a comeback, it must invest a lot of money to operate.

Chen Wenqian also knew that he had nothing to say and said nothing, and he didn't want to give his son the feeling of being empirical.

So he said another sentence.

"Dad today, I have paid back all the more than 2 million that we owe to your uncles."

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at his father.

"Returned all?"

Seeing that his son rarely asked him on his own initiative, Chen Wenqian quickly said yes.

"I've paid back all of them. Dad went to drink with you uncles tonight. Because I was happy, I drank too much."

Chen Fan was surprised.

The money was the same as the money that the father and son borrowed to pay wages to the workers during the Chinese New Year last year.

The factory has poor performance and has not paid it for a year, but it has paid it back today.

It was obvious that I almost failed to pay the workers a few days ago.

He couldn't help but ask, "How did Dad pay it back?"

Where did the money come from?

His father didn't seem to expect him to ask this question, he was stunned for a moment, and laughed again.

"A few days ago, my father sold a batch of goods that had been stuffed for a long time, and sold them for millions. Isn't it possible to pay it back?"

He said, thinking of something else.

"Xiao Fan, you don't have to worry about the things in the factory in the future. You can take the college entrance examination. Dad paid back the money this time. It seems that your uncles are still very generous. After a few months, our benefits will gradually improve. I will borrow some from them to turn the factory seriously. Even if you want to study abroad in the future, there will be no problem..."

He sat on the sofa, talking about his future plans. Chen Fan looked at it, as if he saw another person beside the sofa.

He seemed to see his mother in a trance.

When I first moved here, my mother was very energetic every day and every now and then she had to take a look at her future good life. Chen Fan knew that in this way, she would be able to do more energy.

Chen Fan stood in front of the sofa and looked at it for a long time. His father kept talking. He didn't know why he couldn't leave and listened for a long time.

Chen Wenqian said a lot, making his whole body hot. He also felt as if his wife was back, and asked him to do business step by step, teach him to run their factory and protect the family.

He felt sweet and sour in his heart, and finally saw the son of God.

He tried to shout.

"Xiao Fan?"

His eyes fell.

Chen Wenqian and his son grinned.

"Xiao Fan, let's spend the New Year with your dad at home this year, okay?"

Chen Fan frowned slightly in this sentence. He wanted to say that he had already made a statement with others.

But when his eyes were wrong, he saw the nervous look on his father's face and the sudden whiteness of his temples.

......

The Fu family has not been together like this for many years. It was past ten o'clock, and several adults were still chatting enthusiastically in the living room.

My uncle just came out and felt fresh about everything in the outside world. My grandfather also intended to let him return to society as soon as possible, so he asked his parents to say something about what he had watched in Nanzhou.

Fu Xia hung up the phone with Chen Fan, and when they returned to the living room to drink water, they were talking about her.

"That child is so good. Xiaxia still bullies others, and their children are not angry with her at all."

Fu Xia was surprised. Why did she sound like a bully who bullies men and women in her parents' mouths?

"Who am I bullying? Don't talk nonsense."

The uncle laughed, "Your parents said that it is a boy named Chen Fan."

Fu Xia was stunned when he heard this.

The uncle patted her.

"I heard from your parents that the child is very pitiful. My mother died in a car accident. It's not reliable to have a dad."

Fu Xia didn't hear much about Chen Fan's affairs from her parents. The main reason was that their parents were too busy and were only focused on operating their own noodle shop.

But today my parents seemed to be talking.

Fu Xia touched a small stool from under the coffee table and sat quietly next to his uncle.

The uncle touched her head and asked her mother to continue talking about the Chen family.

Her mother said that Chen Fan’s father was a bit unreliable.

"Speaking of this, I used to be an art teacher and was an art teacher, so how could I run a large factory? I did take many detours. When I was sad, I looked at the hair on my temples for a month and my hair turned gray."

Both my uncle and my grandfather were surprised. My grandfather had also known the difficulties because my uncle had gray hair.

Grandpa asked, "Then has their factory risen in his hands?"

Her mother said it was not possible at the beginning, "The factory was almost halfway in his hands, but I looked at it. Now it was different. I heard from the child's uncle that he had basically been in the factory for food and accommodation in the past few months. It really took time to get the factory up."

Her father also said yes, "I learn from my mistakes. I see that people are much thinner than before, but I am much more energetic. As long as the funds slowly turn over and there is no big mistake, I can get up again."

Her father sighed, "Director Chen also has to think about his son, right? His son is old, so he can't hold his son back."

Her mother nodded repeatedly, "The factory will be ready in the future and Xiaofan will be admitted to college, so their father and father will be better and better."

My uncle pondered about the matters of the Chen family, and my grandfather summarized it.

"Everyone has three disasters and eight difficulties, just get through it and it will be better in the future."

Fu Xia heard about Chen Fan’s family, which he had never known, and returned to his room thoughtfully.

When she closed the door, she suddenly thought of what she heard on the phone just now.

She heard Chen Fan's father ask him.

"Xiao Fan, can you spend the New Year with your dad at home?"

......

Nanzhou, Chen family.

Chen Fan hesitated.

Last year, he told me that he was going to Xiaxia's house, but it didn't really work. This year he said he wanted to go. If he couldn't go again, Xiaxia might be really unhappy.

But when he lowered his head, he saw his father's begging eyes again.

The phone rang suddenly.

The voice from Xiaxia came out of the phone.

"Chen Fan, don't come to my house for the New Year this year."

Chen Fan was slightly stunned, "Why?"

He knew she had been hesitating, but she never wanted to really reject him.
To be continued...