The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Six months later, on a clear autumn day.

The four little ones have completed the elite class courses and graduated first.

After leaving behind their perfect test papers, they all ran away from home.

"Madam, something terrible has happened... The four young masters... They left a letter and... ran away from home!"

When the housekeeper rushed in to report, Su Yutang was still happily admiring her four little ones' report cards, all of which were perfect scores.

Upon hearing this, Su Yutang's report card fluttered to the ground.

She froze for a few seconds before suddenly standing up: "What did you say? Ran away from home? Where did you go?"

The housekeeper shook his head and handed over the letter: "I don't know... This morning when I went to wake them up, I found the room empty. This letter was on the table, and the suitcase was also gone..."

Su Yutang took the letter, her hands trembling slightly.

Just as she was about to open it, Bo Jingzhou came out upon hearing the sound.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Bo Jingzhou noticed Su Yutang's unusual expression and quickly walked over.

Before Su Yutang could speak, the butler repeated, "Mr. Bo, the four young masters left a letter and ran away from home without even saying where they were going."

Bo Jingzhou frowned immediately, but he quickly calmed down and put his arm around Su Yutang's shoulder: "Wife, don't worry, let's see what the letter says first, and I will help you find those four little bastards."

He paused, his tone becoming even more composed: "Besides, they have people with them, nothing will happen to them."

Although the four children are young, they are always secretly protected by bodyguards.

Su Yutang knew this.

She calmed down, nodded, and opened the letter with trembling hands.

The letter was very short, consisting of only a few lines.

Dear Daddy and Mommy:

We've graduated! We got full marks on all the courses in the elite class, and the teacher said we can have an early holiday.

So we decided to go on a graduation trip.

Don't worry about us, we brought enough money and luggage.

We want to prove that we've grown up and can do things independently now.

The book says that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles, so we should go out and see the world.

Take care of yourselves...

Upon seeing this, Su Yutang frowned slightly. The next second, the letter continued:

[Daddy and Mommy, don't be angry! We'll bring you presents when we come back!]

Below are four lines of slightly smaller characters, each with its own distinct stroke style:

Da Bao said, "Mommy, I went to the north."

Erbao said, "Mommy, I went to the west."

Sanbao said, "I'm flying south."

Sibao said, "I'm flying east."

At the end of the letter were the signatures of the four children, each with their own unique symbol next to their name: the eldest drew an airplane, the second drew an ice cream cone, the third drew a heart, and the youngest drew a small flower.

Signed: Your loving children.

After reading the letter, Su Yutang's eyes reddened, half from worry and half from anxiety.

She handed the letter to Bo Jingzhou: "Look at these little rascals, they've really left..."

Bo Jingzhou took the letter and quickly glanced through it. His brows furrowed at first, then gradually relaxed, and finally he even revealed a helpless smile.

He shook his head, took out his phone, and said, "I'll contact the bodyguard first."

The call connected quickly, and Bo Jingzhou asked directly, "Where are they?"

The bodyguard on the other end of the phone seemed a little hesitant: "Mr. Bo... the young masters said that if we tell you their location, they will never talk to us again. Anyway... they are safe now, so you and your wife can rest assured."

Beep beep, the phone was hung up.

Bo Jingzhou rubbed his temples. This was outrageous! These bodyguards were ignoring his commands and had become pawns of those four bastards.

Hearing this from the side, Su Yutang became even more anxious, "What should we do? We don't even know where they went?"

The letter only included directions, so at least she would know where the little ones had gone.

After hanging up the phone, Bo Jingzhou put his arm around Su Yutang's shoulder: "Don't worry, they are safe, and... they are indeed quite capable."

Su Yutang leaned on his shoulder and sighed, "Should I be proud of them, or should I spank them? Running away from home at such a young age..."

“I guess so,” Bo Jingzhou laughed. “But to be honest, I didn’t have this ability when I was their age.”

"You still dare to talk back!" Su Yutang glared at him. "What do we do now? Go and bring them back?"

Bo Jingzhou thought for a moment and shook his head: "Since they want to prove they've grown up, should we... give them that chance?"

Su Yutang thought for a moment, still somewhat worried: "But the four of them went to different places. If they can't look after each other, can they take care of themselves?"

Her mind was in turmoil, with countless worries rushing in: It's so cold up north, will Da Bao have enough clothes?

The western area is sparsely populated; will Erbao get lost?

Sanbao is the most timid. Is it appropriate for him to go to the south alone?

The east side is bustling and noisy; Sibao is so innocent, will he be deceived?

"And what about them? Are they eating well? Are they warmly dressed? Where do they sleep at night? Will they get hurt? Will they encounter bad people? Don't they...don't they miss home? Don't they miss their daddy and mommy, and their little sister who always chases after them calling them 'brother'?"

Su Yutang felt a heaviness in her chest, and she started to cry as she spoke, "This child, how could he... fly away in the blink of an eye?"

Moreover, they flew in four completely different directions.

She held the light piece of paper in her hand, yet her fingertips trembled with a heavy weight.

She read it word by word, once, and then again.

My eyes first stung terribly, and then, large tears fell without warning, soaking into the letter paper.

A hand reached out from the side and gently and steadily covered her trembling hand.

Bo Jingzhou gently pulled her into his arms, his voice low and calm: "They've grown up, they need to go out and fly. We can't keep them under our wings forever, otherwise... they won't be able to grow up."

“But…they’re still so young…” she said in a muffled voice in his arms.

"Not too young."

Bo Jingzhou gently kissed the top of her head, his gaze distant. "Da Bao's financial models are impressive enough to impress investment bank executives, his aircraft design blueprints are patented, San Bao's research paper has been published in a top journal, Si Bao's paintings have fetched prices at auction, and Er Bao is no slouch either; the fortune teller says he's blessed with good fortune..."

"Their minds and abilities have long surpassed the limitations of age. What may be holding them back is precisely our overprotection and the overly comfortable and warm nest of our home."

He paused, his voice filled with the pride of a father and a hint of relieved sigh: "Let them go. Home will always be here. If they miss home, they can come back anytime. Maybe next time we meet, we'll have an even bigger surprise."

Bo Jingzhou comforted Su Yutang in this way.

Su Yutang understood this perfectly well.

She knew long ago that her four exceptionally talented and quick-witted sons would never be content to be confined to one place.

Their world is destined to be vast, and their footsteps are destined to reach far.

But when that moment actually arrived, when leaving home was no longer a few days of playful fun, but a solemn farewell and a long journey, the sudden emptiness and endless longing still overwhelmed her in an instant.

The child travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried.

A father's love is as heavy as a mountain, but in a mother's heart, her child is a precious child who will never grow up.

Su Yutang cried and then laughed, her reddened eyes holding a few scattered smiles.

Yes, isn't the meaning of parting precisely the joy of the next reunion?

She carefully folded the letter, which had been soaked and dried by her tears, and tucked it close to her heart.

Then, she reached out and intertwined her fingers with Bo Jingzhou's.

The two held hands and looked into the distance.

It was dawn outside; the sun was rising, casting its brilliant rays.

The wind was gentle and warm.

Life is a long journey of exploration and pursuit, and also a grand celebration.

Their four sons, each holding their own unique ticket, are about to embark on a life that is special to them, extraordinary yet destined to be extraordinary.

The journey may be rugged, and wind and rain may be inevitable, but it is precisely because of this that the scenery we see is all the more precious, and the growth we gain is all the more unforgettable.

The distant horizon is where the young man's journey begins.

Home is the center, the place of return, and the eternal coordinate for the origin and return of love.

"My darlings, stay safe."