When Wang Zan saw this middle-aged man, he felt a very strange feeling. He didn't know the other person but seemed to be very familiar with him. He must have never seen him before, but his figure in his mind was extremely clear.

How to say it, it is like this person has always existed in his dreams.

Wu Mangong gently closed the door, leaving only the family of three in the ward.

Xiaocao said: "Changsheng, he is your father."

Wang Zan looked at Wang Jingzhe in shock. The blood connection between father and son will never be broken. Strictly speaking, it was their first time meeting, but when they saw that the feeling of blood being thicker than water all came to their hearts.

To be honest, if I hadn't met my son a day ago in the underworld, Wang Jingzhe might have been emotionally broken now.

"I'm sorry, my dad is really helpless and hasn't been with you for many years..."

Wang Zan was stunned and opened his lips. The two familiar and unfamiliar words never blurted out. Perhaps because of their unfamiliarity, he really didn't know where to start.

Xiaocao frowned and said, "Your dad is not a bastard who abandons his wife and children. Why are you hesitating? Just think that he has been in prison for more than ten years."

Wang Jingzhe sat beside the bed, reached out to touch Wang Zan's head, and said, "It's okay, don't worry, take your time in the future. I may have many stories to tell you."

In the next few days, Wang Zan's mood continued to improve and he was about to be discharged from the hospital, but the hospital never knew how to explain his condition. This is why Fan Chengliang and Zhou Chaohui both came at the same time. If it were impossible for the hospital to keep Wang Zan in the section for research.

The situation improved and his health was gradually getting better. Wang Jingzhe accompanied him in the hospital every day, and the familiarity between the father and son was increasing rapidly.

At least, although Wang Zan is still a little unfamiliar, he can still call him "Dad".

A week later, from a medical point of view, Wang Zan is already discharged from the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, Wang Zan did not report it. Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao accompanied him to visit Yuhang for two days. They went to West Lake, Xixi Wetland, and many places in Yuhang. Wang Jingzhe was making up for it, and Wang Zan was enjoying the life of having a father.

This kind of ordinary parent-child activity is actually quite luxurious for their family. It has never been before and may be very rare in the future.

The night before Wang Zan was about to go to school, Xiaocao fell asleep. Wang Jingzhe bought some beer and wore two packs of cigarettes. He came to Wang Zan's room. Seeing his father coming to find him in person, Wang Zan probably knew that his father might be telling him what he was curious about.

The father and son were suddenly alone, and it was a little unnatural at the beginning, but after drinking a few bottles of wine, they gradually started talking about it and then got to the point.

"Actually, when you were young, I was with you before you were two years old. I suddenly left when you were less than three years old. Originally, I didn't expect that I would leave for more than ten years..."

Wang Jingzhe looked at his son, lit a cigarette, and said slowly: "Our Wang family is unique, and this has to start with our identity. You may have never heard of it and don't know what a knife-maker is, right?"

Wang Zan was confused. This name was very strange.

"Iron mouth determines the god of life and death to conquer the universe, predicts the affairs of the dead. May I ask the sword-credit man..." Wang Jingzhe said slowly: "This is the evaluation of our sword-credit man for thousands of years."

Wang Zan blinked and asked dizzyly: "It sounds awesome, it looks very tall and noble."

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "In one aspect, this is indeed the case, because we can do what others cannot, but in other aspects, people who make knives are also suffering because we know too much, and it is not possible to know too much."

Wang Zan said: "Yes, this is often said in movies!"

Wang Jingzhe said: "Your father is the kind of person who has a miserable life, so I have to separate from you and your mother for more than ten years..."

Gradually, many bottles of beer were scattered on the table and many cigarette butts were cut off.

Wang Jingzhe kept saying that Wang Zan was always listening, and the father and son talked for the middle of the night. Wang Zan gradually gradually began to accept it, because for a teenager in his twenties, what Wang Jingzhe was talking about was undoubtedly a very novel world, as if he suddenly opened a door to surprise for Wang Zan.

It turns out that the world we live in has another side.

"So, I will become a knife credit man in the future..." Wang Zan asked.

Wang Jingzhe nodded and asked, "What do you think about this?"

Wang Zan thought for a long time and suddenly said, "My mother, I seem to have always opposed my contact with these things before, so I have never contacted those people you have known each other. It was not until this time that I had an accident that I realized that there were many people like Uncle Man Gong around me."

Wang Zan is undoubtedly quite smart. After a long talk with Wang Jingzhe tonight, he tasted a lot of things.

My life and experience turned out to be so difficult.

"As for your mother, I don't think I'll object to anything in the future."

In fact, Xiaocao once mentioned to Wang Jingzhe these days that he was a little regretful, because if Wang Zan had some ability, he would not have been beaten to death by a few bottles of wine in the bar that night. He would definitely have the ability to counterattack.

Therefore, Xiaocao felt that some mistakes might have occurred in the path she chose, and some things would come or not, and you would not be able to avoid them at all. Her approach should be called self-deception.

"It depends mainly on yourself. What do you think, and we won't force you or anything," Wang Jingzhe asked.

Wang Zan looked at his father and asked, "Then do I have any choice?"

"You can, I said, I won't force you anything."

Wang Zan paused and said slowly: "I actually look forward to what you said just now. My mother once told me that she hoped that I could be like an ordinary person, going to middle school, college or even studying abroad, and then working and getting married. But what you told me showed me another world. I am very curious, I have a desire to learn."

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "If you say that, then I will understand..."

This is the fate of the Wang family, and it will never be changed. As the saying goes, the heavens are above everything else, everything is destined.

People who are crediting their knives, what else can they do without crediting their knives?
Chapter completed!