two-way cure

"What movie is this, why are there so many children?"

"Cartoon, comedy, relax." Bai Luheng stuffed popcorn into his mouth, "I think the reputation on the Internet is quite good, it should not only be children."

"Really?" Yang Zhou looked around, it was true that not only the children, but also the parents of the children...

Just as Yang Zhou was in doubt, the lights in the arena went out, and the stereo sound effect came back, only a hoarse voice said: "Oh~ Long time no see, my old friend!"

Yang Zhou: "..."

Bai Luheng picked up the ticket stub, and looked at it carefully with the light of the phone.

"Mandarin version?" Bai Luheng looked at Yang Zhou pitifully, "I bought it wrong..."

Yang Zhou didn't change his face, "It's okay, I can't understand English anyway."

Bai Luheng: "..."

It makes sense...

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my God!"

"Oh~ no!"

"Oh~ how can you do this!"

After the whole movie, Yang Zhou's mind was full of "Oh~", he was very ecstasy, and he didn't know that there were so many modal particles.

Bai Luheng and Yang Zhou feel similar, what kind of translation is this!

"Well, I know a very delicious duck blood vermicelli, let's try it?"

The failure of the movie battle can only be changed. Recently, Bai Luheng can clearly feel that Yang Zhou's mood is not right. From time to time, he is dazed and distracted. The gentleness on his face is not so warm. It is clear that Autistic Zhou is about to go online again Rhythm.

For this reason, he deliberately grabbed Yang Zhou out for a date.

Yang Zhou followed Bai Lu to the snack street, and with a 120-point alertness, he suddenly stretched out his long arms, took Bai Lu into his arms, and turned to the alley next to him.

"Someone?"

Yang Zhou gestured for silence and quickened his pace.

The man turned into the alley, but he didn't see the person he had been following. When he was confused, he was suddenly pushed to the ground.

"Who are you?" Yang Zhou asked, holding the man's hand.

"You ask him like he would say, send it directly to the police station."

"Don't! I'm not a bad person!"

"It's not that bad guys are still playing stalking." Bai Luheng straightened up, "Stop talking nonsense, call the police."

Just as Yang Zhou wanted to nod his head in agreement, he heard the man on the ground say, "Don't call the police, I just want to find someone. Are you Lin Muwan's family?"

"Yang Zhou, don't be fooled by him, just make up a random name just to fool him!"

The man who was pushed to the ground suddenly stopped struggling, and suddenly turned his head to look at the person behind him.

"you know me?"

Yang Zhou's hand loosened, the man seized the opportunity, threw Yang Zhou to the ground with one arm, got up and ran away, Bai Luheng saw the man running away, he chased after him without thinking.

Thanks to the night running every night, Bai Luheng caught up with the man in a few steps, grabbed his clothes and threw him to the ground.

The man had no intention of wrestling with Bai Luheng, he just wanted to escape, but Bai Luheng was so difficult that he couldn't get away for a while, and his sloppy clothes were torn into a mess.

"Yang Zhigang." Yang Zhou picked up the ID card that the man dropped from his pocket, and read the name on it.

Yang Zhou's voice was not loud, but the man could hear him clearly, it was like being struck by lightning for a moment.

Bai Luheng grabbed the man with his backhand, "I told you to run again, why are you running away?"

"Yang Zhigang!" Yang Zhou bit his words again.

The man lowered his head resignedly.

"You are Yang Zhigang!" Yang Zhou clutched his ID card tightly, and read with a sneer, "The address is No. [-], [-]nd Floor, Unit [-], Dormitory [-], Glass Factory, Development Zone."

Bai Luheng wondered, the glass factory in the development zone is three houses two two three, why is this address so familiar?

Development zone glass factory...

[-] is my home, so isn't [-] just...

Thinking of this, Bai Luheng raised his head abruptly and met Yang Zhou with red eyes and a ferocious smile.

"Didn't the big doctor go to help Fei, and he didn't say anything when he came back."

big doctor?Aid Africa?

As soon as these two words came out, Bai Luheng immediately realized that this person is Yang Zhou's biological father!

Grandma Yang has said it too many times.

Bai Lu looked horizontally at the man under his pressure. He had dark skin, a beard, sloppy clothes, and his appearance was not much similar to Yang Zhou. This man turned out to be Yang Zhou's own father?

The man bowed his head resignedly, lying on the ground without saying a word, Yang Zhou stood aside, staring at the man on the ground, the fingertips of the hand holding the ID card turned white.

Time seemed to stand still, neither Yang Zhou nor the man moved, just like two sculptures.

"Get up first, explain something." Bai Luheng pulled Yang Zhigang up. "How about we find a place to sit down and talk slowly?"

Yang Zhou's distorted expression returned to calm again, and he lowered his head quietly, as if he had no intention of answering him.

Bai Luheng shook his head helplessly, took a taxi, and brought them back to his home.

After entering the house, Yang Zhou and Yang Zhigang stood there like pillars without saying a word.

Needless to say, from a certain point of view, the two of them are somewhat similar.

"Stop standing, sit down first."

There was nothing at home, so Bai Luheng could only go to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water. When he came out of the kitchen, the father and son sitting in the living room didn't even change their posture.

If their father and son didn't speak, they could only speak by themselves. Bai Luheng walked up to Yang Zhou and sat down. He opened his mouth and asked, "How long has uncle been back?"

"one Year."

Yang Zhou sneered and said, "Look at you, you must have been robbed by refugees!"

"I did not go."

"I know you didn't go, who can you fool with your nonsense!"

Bai Luheng patted Yang Zhou's arm reassuringly, and asked Yang Zhigang, "No matter what uncle has been doing for so many years, why didn't he go home when he came back?"

"I……"

"If you don't want to go home, why follow me?"

"I mistook the person." Yang Zhigang replied honestly.

Yang Zhou raised his eyebrows, "Make it up! You continue to make it up! Your level of making up nonsense is too bad!"

"I didn't. I swore ten years ago that I would never lie again."

Yang Zhou rolled his eyes at him, "So, your phone calls over the past few years have been made by ghosts?"

Yang Zhigang was taken aback, "I haven't called."

What Yang Zhigang said now, Yang Zhou didn't include a single punctuation mark, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and leaned directly on the back of the sofa, lowering his head and clasping his fingers.

The kettle rang, Bai Lu got up and poured a few glasses of water, and put them on the coffee table.

The hot water in front of him was steaming, the sunlight cast a beautiful shadow on the glass, and the rim of the glass was still reflecting the light, Yang Zhigang's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and he opened his mouth slowly, "I I lied to you, aid and nonsense are all nonsense."

"I'm a fraudster, and I've been in prison for the past few years." Yang Zhigang covered his face and said with a wry smile, "This is the worst deception in my life, the worst proof I made, I thought you would know ..."

"Of course I know, you can buy three of your certificates for ten yuan at the school gate!" Having said that, Yang Zhou's voice lowered, "But grandma believes in you."

Yang Zhigang looked at Yang Zhou's downcast look, and took a sip of the hot water in front of him, "Actually... I really haven't called in the past few years. Your grandma told you about the phone call."

Yang Zhou was startled, isn't he?

it seems to be like this……

"Xiaozhou, your father called again today, saying that everything is fine over there, so we don't need to worry about it." Xiao Yangzhou saw his grandma smiling happily when he got home from school.

"Really?" Xiao Yang Zhou was dubious.

"Of course, your father misses you very much!"

Xiao Yang Zhou frowned. He was far away from the words "father and mother", so far that he didn't want to pronounce these two syllables.

do i really have a dad

He can't help but think so every time he sees grandma's happy face.

"Why are you frowning, kid? Come on, wash your hands quickly, grandma made delicious food today!"

As soon as he heard that there was something delicious, Yang Zhou stopped worrying about it. After all, the word "father" was too far away, so far away that he didn't even have a concept.

Regarding those so-called phone calls, Yang Zhou's attitude towards them has gradually changed from being confused at the beginning to disdainful. He gradually understands that there is no such thing as nonsense, and he obviously ran away by himself!

Later, every time Yang Zhou met his grandma's happy face, he didn't even reply lazily.

Later, grandma gradually stopped talking about it. He thought that his father, who was only famous but never met, never called again!

Falling into memory, Yang Zhou stared blankly at the water glass in front of him.

Who actually lied to whom?It turns out that everyone is a liar...

Grandma lied to others as well as herself. She has been living in the lies she has woven for herself. She would rather believe a lie than accept her son's disappearance.

Yang Zhou's face turned pale, he never thought that it was grandma who finally lied to him!

Yang Zhigang obviously thought of this, but he didn't expect that such a rural old lady would be so stubborn. Maybe he should have gone back long ago, or maybe he should never have used the pretense of aiding Africa.That was the last lie I uttered, but I lied to others for the longest time, hurt my loved ones, and uprooted myself.

For a moment, his eyes turned red, he lowered his head in shame, and slowly described his experience.

"Actually, I followed you to apologize to her family. You are so similar to her."

Yang Zhou opened his mouth, and finally spit out the two syllables that had been stuck in his throat, "Is... is she mother?"

"En." Yang Zhigang gripped the transparent glass tightly, staring blankly at the warm water in the glass.

Mother……

Yang Zhou shook his head.

Ever since he was a child, Yang Zhou has never heard of this person. His father can still leave a photo, and his grandmother will also talk about it. As for his mother, he doesn't know his name or appearance, and his grandmother never mentioned it. Even when he was a child, he once thought that , it was his father who gave birth to him...