Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

Shen Fengyi was dumbfounded, at that moment she just felt extremely absurd.

Ordinary people think that same-sex couples are also divided into internal and external, and even traditional thinking would regard the passive party as a woman. Mu Nancheng and Song Xiaoran saw that Mu Nancheng was the dominant one. Naturally, Shen Fengyi He also thought so, so Mu Nancheng's remarks made the hairs on Shen Fengyi's back explode!

"Are you crazy?" Shen Fengyi trembled with her fingers, "You...you really..."

With a calm expression, Mu Nancheng continued to speak eloquently:

"Mom, your son is a man who likes the same sex. Even without Xiao Ran, I would not have had children with other women. It is because Xiao Ran came to me that I have the possibility not to be lonely forever."

"What's this called? There are so many homosexuals in the world who are getting married now. Except for the cheap ones, who doesn't have a surrogate to have a child?" Shen Fengyi couldn't understand where Mu Nancheng's resistance to children came from, "I like your little husband too Husband and wife are loving each other, but what conflict does this have with having a child? If you really think that having a child is an eyesore and affects your two-person world, just put the child with me..."

Shen Fengyi suddenly thought of something, she became vigilant,

"Nancheng, have you and Xiao Ran notarized your pre-marital property? He forbids you to have children, maybe it's because of..."

"Mom!" Mu Nancheng's restrained and calm face was finally knocked into a crack, his jaw tightened, "Xiao Ran never cared about money, my little things are not enough for him in his eyes!"

After Shen Fengyi said something, she knew it was wrong, not to mention that the children of the Song family had their own wealth, even Xiao Ran's innocence and innocence could not be faked, Shen Fengyi's tone slowed down:

"Then why do you refuse to have children?" The woman said earnestly, "Nancheng, your father only left you as a bloodline. If the Mu family is cut off from you, how do you tell me to see your father after I die? How do I explain to him?"

"Child..." There was a hint of forbearance in Mu Nancheng's voice, "A child is not a tool to continue the bloodline and inherit the family. From birth to raising a child, the person who brought him into the world has to pay a lot of responsibilities! It is impossible for me to put all my energy into raising a child I have no feelings for, that would harm others and myself!"

"What do you mean by harming others and yourself?" Shen Fengyi said loudly, "What kind of child would be unhappy if born into a family like ours? He has everything from birth. How many families in this world can be like our Mu family..."

"What is our Mu family like? What is our Mu family like?"

Mu Nancheng suddenly laughed deeply, the sarcasm and sadness in his laughter were so obvious that Shen Fengyi was a little terrified, he chewed this sentence several times,

"Our Mu family is like this..."

He suddenly changed his tone and led the topic to an irrelevant place:

"Xiao Ran respects his mother very much. He's mother is irreplaceable in his heart. He called you 'Mom' and spent the past few days checking information in his room every night, trying to transform his robot into one that can do The operating robot woke me up when I slept until midnight two days ago, saying that he had thought of an operable method in his dream. The suggestions I talked to the doctor about the operation performed by robots were all from Xiao Ran. Taught me."

Mu Nancheng's pupils were almost pressed into a line, and there was an indescribable light flickering at the bottom of his pitch-black pupils.

"You haven't been with him for a long time, and you don't know him well. He is not a child who is easily moved, but once he treats someone well, he will dig his heart out."

"Mom," Mu Nancheng's eyes were extremely complicated, and there was an imperceptible coolness in his voice, "Xiao Ran called you 'Mom', did you treat him as your own child? Have you ever thought that if today What irreversible thing really happened, how will it hurt Xiao Ran? How do you want me to face him? How do you plan to face him? "

Shen Fengyi was taken aback for a moment, then turned her head uncomfortably:

"I know that Xiao Ran is a good boy. He is beautiful and has a good personality. I am not dissatisfied with him until now, but..."

Mu Nancheng nodded clearly:

"You are just dissatisfied with me. You think I have invested too much in Xiao Ran. For him, I can do anything. Except for him, I can do nothing."

Although this is what Shen Fengyi originally wanted to say, but Mu Nancheng said it so nakedly, it still made Shen Fengyi feel angry and indisputable:

"You treat him like this...so...you are simply obsessed with you!"

Mu Nancheng said coldly:

"You should be thankful that I am obsessed with him, otherwise your son would not be what you see today!"

"Then what do you look like? Huh?" Shen Fengyi sternly said, "Are you trying to tell me that you have today, all because of him? Well, my son, you are really promising!"

Mu Nancheng stopped talking, he looked at Shen Fengyi sadly, and finally gave up on continuing to communicate with her.

Shen Fengyi's emotions also exploded:

"When you were young, you were insensitive and didn't care about anyone. At that time, I was worried that you would be cold-hearted and that your relationship would not go well in the future. Who would have thought that you would be fascinated by a boy when you arrived! Do you even know your own last name? Why don't you just follow Song Xiaoran and change your surname, and give him the entire Mu family!"

Mu Nancheng lowered his eyes, and under Shen Fengyi's continuous scolding, he even started the laptop calmly. The demeanor that he didn't care what Shen Fengyi said at all was like his rebellious youth.

Shen Fengyi also felt that she had no way to continue talking with this worthless son, so she stood up disheartened,

"You can do whatever you want. In short, you are in charge of this family now. If you want to spoil him, you should praise him to the sky. If you want to do anything for him, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, your father is long gone, and there is no one to help him." I can control you, the blood of the Mu family is broken by you, I didn't raise you well, if the ancestors of the Mu family want to blame, they can blame me... I am useless when I am young, I can't help you , Now that I am old, I have nothing but illness, and I am no longer an eyesore in front of you, I will go back to the old country house tomorrow to accompany your father... What is this?!"

The moment Shen Fengyi stood up, Mu Nancheng suddenly turned the laptop on the table in the opposite direction, and at first a small room was displayed on the screen. Shen Fengyi casually glanced at it and saw a boy with short hair sitting in front of the desk She didn't pay attention to the back of his head, until the boy suddenly fell straight back from the stool, with a loud "bang", the stool whirled and hit the door, and the boy suddenly fell violently on the ground as if he had a convulsion. twitched.

Shen Fengyi was startled, but when she took a closer look, she couldn't even move her eyeballs.

The woman stared at the computer screen for three seconds, then slowly raised her head to look at the indifferent and handsome young man sitting on the back of the chair in front of her, and turned her gaze back to the screen in disbelief.

When she turned her eyes again, her movements were extremely slow, like a long shot, as if she was confirming whether what she saw was real or a terrible illusion.

It was a video, the upper left corner of the video had the coordinates of the recording location, a certain apartment in a certain city in country A, Shen Fengyi was very familiar with this address, Mu Nancheng was studying in country A many years ago, sometimes Shen Fengyi would send things to his son in this place, This is the house that Mu Nancheng rented back then.

When she realized this, the blood in the woman's body seemed to be drained in an instant, and she couldn't even breathe.

The room was very small and dimly lit. The bed was so low that it was at the same level as the bars on the stool. A utility room is much bigger and tidier than it... This is the place where Mu Nancheng lived alone for many years.

The skinny boy curled up, as if he wanted to retract his limbs into his chest cavity. His pale face under the camera seemed to have been thickly painted with white paint, and his dilated pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes. There was a hissing sound from his lips, his chest heaved violently, and his distinct sternum was stretched out under the thin T-shirt. It is conceivable how skinny he is under the clothes, his eyes The turbidity turned upside down, and a lot of white foam gushed out of the mouth...

"This is... this is..."

Shen Fengyi couldn't believe it, she looked at Mu Nancheng in shock, her voice was as piercing as nails on metal, she asked, "Who is this? Ah? Who is this?"

Such a shocking body riddled with wounds, such a hideous and terrifying face... Who is that?who is he?

A trance voice seemed to come from far away, and it seemed to be whispering close to her ear: "This is me, your son."

It is the unruly prodigal son who left your side at the age of 15, and it is the son who returned home at the age of 20 and has become your proud son ever since.

Mu Nancheng finally lit the cigarette. In the slowly rising blue-white smoke, his eyes were lowered, his low and hoarse voice was calm, without any special emotion, as if he was just stating lightly:

"From the year I left Nanjiang, you never asked me if I was doing well in country A," he paused for a second, as if hesitating, then he closed his eyes tightly, and finally agreed Hardened her heart, the hoarse voice was almost indistinct, but every word was like a nail rammed into Shen Fengyi's ears, bringing out bursts of reverberations like deafening feedback,

"For more than three years, I have lived like this."

As these words fell to the ground, Shen Fengyi's mind seemed to be crushed by a row of road rollers. She first let out a shrill scream, and then tightly covered her mouth.

The screen on the computer flashed by frame by frame, the background was dead silent and screamed, Shen Fengyi had to use all her strength to nail her eyeballs to it.

It was a magnificent university, but it was like a purgatory at the moment. Countless people were running wildly on the passage, and there was an endless stream of "da da da da da" gunshots. A black-haired Chinese boy suddenly fell down. In the crowd, no one helped him up, blood was flowing from his calf, the teenager hugged his leg and cried out in pain and despair, the surrounding screams and noise completely drowned out his cries, but Shen Fengyi could see the boy's mouth shape, he was calling "Mom"...

In such a picture, it seemed that a hand had pulled out Shen Fengyi's bones. She fell into the chair, her face was cold and pale, as if she was dead.

However, the picture seemed to be haunted by evil spirits pursued from hell. She saw the boy curled up in the corner of the narrow alley with his head in his arms, and several tall and strong men frantically punched and kicked him, and finally grabbed him. Take all the cash on him; she saw the fat landlady throw all the boy's luggage out the door and spit on his face; Under the gray sky, the university city behind him is getting farther and farther away from him...

In the end, she saw the boy rolling down on the floor of the cramped and narrow hut, ramming his head heavily on the floor——

……

In the haze, a distant conversation buried in the deepest memory was like a poisonous snake poking out of its hole, and then hissed and circled in her ears again:

"Mom, I don't want to stay here anymore, can I go back to Nanjiang?"

"What are you going to do when you come back? I sent you out of the country with great difficulty, so what are you going to do?"

"It's not as good as you said..."

"How can you be so weak as a boy? What are you doing? Are you crying? So many children younger than you are living well abroad, Nancheng, you need to know something, we are with others It's different, we have no way out, all my mother's hopes are on you, can you have something to do? Your father is a wise man, can you cheer him up... If you come back halfway, don't recognize me!"

"You have no idea what kind of life I live here..."

"You are too weak in Nancheng. Others can live well there, so of course you can. Are you stupid or have fewer arms and legs than others? Can you improve a bit after so many years? You are going to learn skills, no If you go abroad to enjoy it, you have to live up to it..."

"You don't understand anything... Am I your son..."

"Am I your son?"

"Am I your son?"

……

Shen Fengyi trembled all over, she shook her head desperately, her questioning sounds were like knives traveling from time and space, and the blood of her young son was condensed on the tip of the knives.

"Nancheng, Nancheng..."

Every inch of the air sucked into the lungs seemed to be filled with ice, but the breath that came out was scorching hot and hoarse like fire, and big tears poured out of Shen Fengyi's eyes.

Mu Nancheng's voice also seemed to be dyed by this water vapor, cool and erratic:

"It's not my intention to let you see such a picture. I didn't tell you back then, and I thought about not telling you in my whole life. If it didn't happen today, I would never want you to know that this is a person who was born in Mu's family." What a child really looks like, this is what your son really looks like..."

The specific time is like a frame of old photos with obscure light and shadow after being frozen. He selected them from Mu Nancheng's memory photo frame and aired them for Shen Fengyi to see.

His little plane, his little lord, the only child who gave him help and comfort during the years when he was struggling to survive in a foreign country.

……

Shen Fengyi covered her face. When Mu Nancheng told the truth about Xiao Ran's kidnapping, she finally fell down on the table powerlessly. The sad and heart-piercing cry echoed over and over again in the empty and cold study. There are knives scratching, tearing and trembling unseemly:

"Nancheng... Mom doesn't know... I don't know..."

Mu Nancheng closed the computer, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, then he left the seat, walked to Shen Fengyi's side and helped her sit on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry for you... I really don't know..."

Mu Nancheng patted her on the back, pulled out a tissue on the table to wipe her mother's tears, Shen Fengyi shook her head, turned her back, her wrinkled hands tightly covered her face, she couldn't face it at this time to his son.

There was a pot of cold tea on the coffee table. Mu Nancheng took out the tea pot, and after a while, a pot of hot tea came in. He poured the green tea into the cup, and then he gently stuffed it into the cup. Into Shen Fengyi's hands, after finishing all this, he opened the door again, Zheng Huiyu was standing there uneasy after being notified, Mu Nancheng said softly:

"Aunt Hui, stay with my mother."