left pocket

If dead people could talk.

I think I will only ask them one thing, is Po Meng good-looking?

Zong Ze would definitely not want me to take the money.

In my impression, Zong Ze spends money lavishly on others, and he doesn’t care about thousands of dollars for just a gift.

What I give to myself is much simpler. He is a boy who is easy to satisfy. If I give him a T-shirt I bought casually, I can wear it for a long time.

If today's situation is that his father threatened him that if he didn't break up with me, he would distribute this large amount of property to others, he would definitely walk away holding my hand without looking back.

A man who regards money as dung is so fearless.

I told Xiaoling, don't work hard on me. If you have time, you might as well persuade your father to use the money for charity, so as to keep his name forever, and don't have to feed those white-eyed wolves born by yourself for nothing.

Xiaoling sneered, do you think I really want to come to you?You have never seen my dad's temper before. He never takes back what he said.

I think this girl is wrong. Her father told me not to appear in front of him a few years ago, so why don't I find someone to call me over now?

"I'll go and meet him," I think no one will give up if I don't do anything about this matter, "tell him clearly."

I was so startled when I saw Mr. Zong that I almost didn't recognize him.

The torment of his illness has ruined his appearance, causing the middle-aged man who could even be regarded as a young man a few years ago to suddenly become the current twilight appearance.

He looked at me, his eyes were not as sharp as before, but more peaceful, and he even greeted me friendly when he saw me.

"They all told you, right?" He sat in a wheelchair and was pushed into the study by someone.

I nodded, "Xiaoling told me."

He seemed to use his brain to think for a while, "Xiao Ling is... the one who has a good relationship with Zong Ze."

I was silent and shocked at the same time.

I took a total of three days off, including the time spent on the way back and forth, so there is no time to waste, so I went straight to the point: "Mr. Zong, I came to tell you about my 50.00% of your property. view of use."

Mr. Zong smiled, "You don't want it?"

"Yes, I don't want to." I said calmly.

"Have you found a new partner?" Mr. Zong asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes."

"A man too?"

"Yes."

"...Compared with Zongze, who is better?"

I was stunned by this question, and couldn't answer it for a while.

"It's him, okay?" Mr. Zong said, "I saw the newcomers laughing, but the old ones were crying. Don't you forget Zongze completely?"

Fuck, I still have a picture of your son in my wallet.

"Mr. Zong," I still decided to defend myself, "It's not that I forgot Zong Ze. I just felt relieved about his death and wanted to start a new life. It has nothing to do with whether I have a lover now. Even if I now I would not accept your property without a lover."

Mr. Zong stared at me with both eyes, and I responded to his gaze not to be outdone.

"Zong Ze is my son," he said, "is it too cruel for you to speak to his father like that?"

I don't understand, how cruel?

He said, "How long will you be staying here?"

I replied that today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I booked a ticket for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.

He nodded, "you can go out with me for a walk these two days."

In view of the lateness of the first day, we agreed to travel the next day.

To be honest, I'm a little nervous. I'm an elder, and I almost became my father-in-law. Now we're going to go for a walk together in a peaceful manner.

"Don't be nervous," he patted my hand pushing the wheelchair, "I just want to come out and have a look."

However, I don't believe it.

He asked the driver to drive the car to the gate of Zongze's high school, and asked me to push him in for a walk.

Revisiting the old place, it would be a lie to say that I am not excited.

I also took a photo of Zongze in front of this huge rock inscribed by a certain great man. The boy on it smiled very silly, and it was one of the photos of him smiling the most silly I have ever seen.

Recalling that I have changed so many mobile phones, I will import these photos of Zongze every time, and the one I am using now is no exception.

I opened the photo album to find it out, and I enjoyed myself for a long time before handing it to Mr. Zong to have a look.

Mr. Zong had never seen Zong Ze like this before, he laughed along with me, and asked me if I had any more.

Of course, Zong Ze gave me a camera as a birthday present, and I patted him when I was free, but now I have many memories.

Mr. Zong looked at it for a long time and said that he wanted me to copy all these photos to him.

"I've never seen this kid smile so happily," he said. "When he grew up, he kept a straight face and didn't say a word. I always thought he had such a serious personality."

At this moment, I feel sorry for him again, at least I have seen Zong Ze who smiles so cutely.

Walking into the teaching building inside, there is a wall with graduation photos of different classes. I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find Zong Ze's class.

The ones that just counted down to their class were not posted, after all, it is considered a long time ago.

"Unfortunately, I didn't find it." I reported to Mr. Zong.

Mr. Zong nodded and motioned me to look elsewhere.

The school itself is nothing to see, but thinking that Zongze has traveled here and there before, and may have had a crush on a certain senior here, he feels that these flowers, grass, and trees all seem to have some stories.

One day, when they are all refined, you can ask, hey, do you know what that little boy named Zongze did here before?

Mr. Zong let me walk around the whole campus without saying anything. I guess he came to reminisce about Zongze's past years.

Of course, nothing can be seen. People are gone, and there are some things left that cannot speak. What can they tell you?

I remembered what Zhou Xingxing said, there was once a sincere relationship...

Once had a living son...

It's scary to say that.

"Liu Gang."

"Mr. Zong."

"You know that if you don't accept that property, I'll give it to my other children?"

"I know," I said, "of course I don't want you to do this, or I wouldn't make the trip."

Mr. Zong looked at me.

"Xiao Ling told me that when Zong Ze jumped off the building," I saw Mr. Zong clenched his fists, "In addition to you, his brothers and sisters also helped a lot."

"I originally thought that since they are all your children, they should inherit your inheritance. But I don't think so now."

"Even if others say that I don't have the power to manage your family affairs, I will stop the money in the name of Zongze." I said, "I am not for money, and I am not short of money. I just want to use the most gentle Way, help Zongze teach them a lesson."

On the third day, I had already packed all my luggage at the hotel, and Mr. Zong called.

"I've thought about it," he seemed to have finally made up his mind, "let's treat it as punishment for the sin they committed in the past, and I will donate that part of the property."

"Thank you." I said sincerely.

I went to see him again before I left, and we had a friendly and harmonious conversation.

He sighed, saying that Zong Ze was the only child he recognized, and he just disappeared.

I asked why, don't you still have this one, two or three cubs?

He smiled, and just said: "When he was seven years old, he took all the money I gave him and gave it to a classmate for medical treatment. Later, he passed out because he didn't eat and was hungry because he had no money."

"This kid has a good conscience, he has everything I don't have."

Mr. Zong asked me again, how is the lover I am with now.

I thought about it, and took out Xiao Ming's photo from my phone to show him.It was taken secretly by me when Xiao Ming was sitting by the window reading quietly, the angle was chosen quite right, it looks a bit like Bai Yuantaka in "Love Letter".

Mr. Zong nodded after looking at it, and said awkwardly: "This child is very good."

He added: "It looks better than my son."

I couldn't help laughing, "That son of yours is the one who applauds me. I was able to graduate from university thanks to him reminding me to do my homework."

Mr. Zong also followed me, hehehe, he looked a little kind.

I looked at the time, and I had to go to the airport quickly, so I said goodbye to the old man.

"Come to my funeral whenever you can," he said, "and take your boy with you."

This is the first time I have come across this way of saying goodbye.

I think it's a pity that I actually started to like this old man a little bit.

"Mr. Zong," I took out the USB flash drive in my pocket and handed it to him, "I'm leaving."