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Fang Jiping had the habit of running late … Of course, it started half a year ago.
Of course, exercising was just an excuse. More importantly, it was to be able to chat more freely with the girl he liked.
He felt that it was ridiculous that many rich families would dress up their daughters and then marry into a better family.
But Fang Jiping knew that it was also applicable to him.
He knew that his father Fang Ruchang was a very greedy person since a long time ago. Fang Ruchang had been building his reputation for decades … Now he had a reputation, but he didn't have enough wealth.
Now Fang Ruchang planned to make his son a famous violinist, probably for a good marriage in the future.
What a snobbish guy.
But, Fang Jiping had told himself a long time ago … that he didn't seem to be qualified to comment on Fang Ruchang.
He always found various excuses for himself, and never had the courage to introduce the hard-working girl to his family.
"Well, be careful, don't be too tired from work."
After hanging up the call with his girlfriend, Fang Jiping walked on the road of the community alone. He laughed self-deprecatingly, but secretly made up his mind.
After he became famous, he must bring this hard-working girl into his family … He didn't want to be a puppet anymore.
Dong dong, dong dong.
Suddenly, Fang Jiping heard some sounds.
These sounds were so familiar. He suddenly stopped and chased after the voice that was buried in the depths of his memories.
He found the source of this sound not far from his house.
Under the streetlight, there was a bent figure, who should be an aunt, like a scavenger. The dong dong sound came from a small rattle-drum in the aunt's hand.
The sound made by the shaking rattle-drum made Fang Jiping walk forward subconsciously. Under the streetlight, his eyes were almost attracted by this rattle-drum.
In his memory, he also had such a rattle-drum.
Fang Jiping recovered from his meditation, finding that the aunt holding the rattle-drum was staring at him without blinking. The white turbid eyes looked scary under the streetlight at night, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be able to hide the shadows. He stepped back subconsciously.
At this moment, the auntie called out cautiously, "Baby Tiger."
Fang Jiping's face slightly changed, blurting out, "How do you know this name?"
"Huwa!" The aunt suddenly stepped forward excitedly, grabbing Fang Jiping's hand, saying in a hoarse voice, "Huwa, it's me! I'm your mother! "
Mother …
Fang Jiping suddenly quivered, pushing the aunt's hand away, saying hurriedly, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Huwa! I'm really your mother! Have you forgotten? When you were young, you loved to eat the popsicles sold at the village entrance the most. Whenever summer came, you would yell about wanting to eat them … As for you, there was one time when you yelled and rolled on the ground. The back of your head even hit a rock and left a scar! Touch the back of your head! Huwa, I've been looking for you for so many years, finally I found you! "
Fang Jiping suddenly took a deep breath, stepping back, "I don't know what you are talking about, I'm not Huwa, and I don't know you … If you want to find your son, go somewhere else."
Saying this, Fang Jiping turned around and walked away quickly.
The aunt behind him seemed to be very nervous and anxious, hurriedly following him. But she couldn't walk fast because of her old illness. She staggered and fell to the ground after a few steps.
Hearing the painful groan, Fang Jiping turned back subconsciously … He looked at the aunt sitting on the ground, gritting his teeth, walking over quickly, taking out his wallet and taking out all the cash, putting it in the aunt's hand, "Go away, I'm really not your son."
Before the aunt could speak, Fang Jiping turned around and left quickly.
"Huwa! Huwa! Huwa … "
He didn't stop, only the cold street lamp accompanied her. Just like the past 20 years, she sat alone and helpless on the road again. The aunt lowered her head, holding the rattle-drum in her hand, sobbing in a low voice.
…
"Do you want to drink water? I remember you only drank some soup and didn't drink any water. "
Under the street lamp, Luoqiu unscrewed the bottle for the aunt and gave it to her hand.
The aunt trembled as she held the water bottle. She didn't say anything and just sat there quietly. After a long time, the aunt's emotions seemed to have calmed down. She raised her head and an ugly smile appeared on her sad face. "Big brother, thank you. I really found my son! He's really Huwa, he didn't admit it. I know, it's him. "
"He didn't intend to admit it."
Luoqiu, who was observing aside, naturally saw Fang Jiping's reaction.
The aunt smiled bitterly, "Big brother, for so many years, I've been thinking, if one day I find my son, what should I say to him? I think about it every day and night. I think about it when I'm eating. I think about it when I'm having a fever. I think about it when I'm dreaming … Those kidnappers deserve to be hacked to death, but I deserve to die even more. "
The woman said with tears in her eyes, "Huwa must hate me … That year, if I didn't like to gamble and forget everything when I started gambling, how could I have lost him? I still remember that day, I threw myself into the stall, thinking it would be fine in my own village, if I thought it was troublesome to leave him outside … "
"I know, he must hate me … such a young child was kidnapped …" The aunt cried bitterly, "I deserve to die! I deserve to die all these years! My heart is like being cut by a knife day by day. If … if he doesn't admit me, I, I can't blame him! "
Luoqiu glanced at the corner of the path, a shadow flashed by.
He knew Fang Jiping hadn't gone far, he was just hiding.
Luoqiu didn't intend to point it out, but now he helped the aunt up from the ground, "Let's call it a night, aunt, I'll find a place for you to rest."
The aunt was stunned, "Big brother, why are you still helping me? You've found my son."
Luoqiu said indifferently, "We've found him, but not his heart, our work is not finished."
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Subeditor Ren carried two boxes of gluten and carrots, as well as several bottles of beer, going up the stairs of the old building.
Not long after, she rang the doorbell, "Ye Yan, Ye Yan! Little Yezi! It's me, open the door, I'll treat you to supper! "
After work, she suddenly remembered that Ye Yan was still squatting here to monitor Kingkong. Although he had promised not to interfere … but thinking that he was here to deliver supper, this was a form of consolation, a form of consolation!
But there was no response after she rang the door for a while. Ren Ziling couldn't help being stunned, "This guy, has he gone out?"
Ren Ziling took out her mobile phone.
Subeditor Ren felt that she came here in vain and wasted her feelings. She leaned against the door, planning to call Ye Yan.
Unexpectedly, when she leaned down, the door suddenly opened, and Ren Ziling, who was caught off guard, rushed in.
— The number you have dialed is powered off.
Hearing the faint sound of the mobile phone, Ren Ziling got up, rubbing the place where she fell. She touched the switch by the door and turned on the light.
"Is … there a war?"
However, he saw that the room was in chaos. As for the surveillance equipment, they had all disappeared.
Ren Ziling was stunned, subconsciously pulling the door lock, and the marble lock fell down from the door.
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