Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

"This is what Mr. Yang left for you before he died in the line of duty." Wearing sunglasses, Nan Xun put a document bag in front of Wang Miao, who was just recovering from a serious illness.

"Death in the line of duty?" Wang Miao's heart trembled, he raised his head, muttered and forced a smile, and asked, "He died in the line of duty, don't you be joking, Doctor Nan, are you lying to me?"

"Take good care of your illness." Nan Xun patted Wang Miao's shoulder and sighed. He turned around and left the ward without staying any longer.

"..." Wang Miao picked up the file bag tremblingly, and opened it silently. He poured out the files inside, and there were many unsightly photos, as well as various files and materials. The one exception was Wang Miao himself. Wang Miao watched, and tears fell. He gathered these things and hugged them in his arms. His mouth grew, and he wailed heart-piercingly, but he couldn't make a sound. come out.

"Hello, I'm Yang Yunting."

"Do you miss me?"

"The law will return justice to the people, and you are also the people, so of course it will return justice to you."

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise about your aunt."

"Otherwise, you will be my son?"

The sound is still in my ears, but things are different, Wang Miao turned his head and looked out the window, there are bare trees, the sky without light, today is cloudy.

One month later, Wang Miao left the hospital and returned to Pingcheng City immediately.

Pingcheng City, Yang Yunting's home.

"Hello, is anyone home?" Wang Miao knocked on the door.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" The woman opened the door, her eyes were red and swollen.

"I, ha, I'm Mr. Yang's adopted son." Wang Miao stammered a little. He took off his sunglasses, revealing the same red and swollen eyes.

"You are Wang Miao?" The woman looked at Wang Miao warily, and her voice rose again, "I heard Lao Yang talk about you, come, come in."

"Thank you, Auntie." Wang Miao nodded.

"You are Lao Yang's son, how can you call me auntie, godmother?" The woman glanced at the black armband on Wang Miao's arm, her heart softened, she patted Wang Miao's arm, "Sit, sit down quickly .”

"Mom, I can, can I go and see Dad." Wang Miao choked up again.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"Hello, Mr. Yang." Wang Miao stood in front of Yang Yunting's portrait. Yang Yunting's smile was frozen in the photo. It was so bright and sunny that Wang Miao couldn't breathe. The child forced a smile and walked to the table to take He lit some incense, and then closed his eyes. The child held up the incense and put his hand on his forehead. I'm coming to see you, narcissistic old man, Wang Miao thought to himself.

"..." Wang Miao put the incense in the incense burner, and then knelt down in front of Yang Yunting's portrait.

"You, you have been smart for most of your life, why are you so stupid in the end, thinking about dying with Gu, is it worth it, is it worth it, Dad." Wang Miao asked in a low voice, covering his mouth, and burst into tears again.

"worth."

In a trance, Wang Miao heard Yang Yunting answer himself in this way, yes, it may be a thing that is harmful but not beneficial to others, but for Yang Yunting, it is absolutely worth doing, it is a matter of faith In the confrontation, he used his firm belief in justice to smash the obsession with revenge that has supported Gu Yi to this day. The sea of ​​blood and deep hatred will be filled with blood. Gu Yi, whose faith was shattered, will die before he pleads guilty to the law. It hurts so much.

"You are really powerful, killing people, but also punishing their hearts." Wang Miao lowered his head, covered his mouth and smiled bitterly, "I understand what you mean, but I still want to ask you, you are a human being, but you are not a god. , there are so many of your colleagues, do you have to do this, what kind of hero are you playing, leave your mother, sister, me, this family, is it interesting, Yang Yunting, is it interesting? "

"..." Yang Yunting's lover was behind the door. She was holding the little girl and listening to Wang Miao's monologue, her heart was about to break.

"You are so chic, you have become a hero." Wang Miao raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and kowtowed three times to Yang Yunting's portrait.

"Miao'er, come and have a meal." The woman knocked on the door.

"Okay." Wang Miao opened the door and smiled at the woman, holding back his sadness. He opened his arms to the little girl, and the little girl threw herself into his arms without any resistance. The embrace sank, and Wang Miao Quickly turned the little girl upside down, and he asked, "Why are you so beautiful? What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Zhouman." The little girl replied childishly, and she asked, "What about you, what's your name?"

"My name is Wang Miao." The little boy smiled.

"Then why isn't your surname Yang? My mother said you are my brother. Why isn't my brother surnamed Yang?" Yang Zhouman asked innocently.

"Manman, don't talk nonsense." Mrs. Yang stopped the little girl's words in the kitchen.

"Yeah, my brother doesn't know why my surname is Wang. Think about it. When you think of the answer, tell brother, okay?" Wang Miao put the little girl on the ground and rubbed the little girl gently. The girl's head, he walked into the kitchen and asked, "Come on, Mom, you go and take care of Manman."

"She's not young anymore, let her play by herself." Mrs. Yang smiled.

"Yeah, I'm going to be in the first grade soon." Wang Miao rolled up his sleeves, and he took the knife in Mrs. Yang's hand to chop vegetables, and the cuts were quite neat.

"Miao'er is very good at knives." Mrs. Yang stood by the window sill breaking peppers and said with a smile.

"Yes, I used to be a back cook." Wang Miao smiled. He heated up the pot and poured the vegetables into the pot. "Cucumber scrambled eggs, I used to like this the most."

"Really, Lao Yang mentioned it." Mrs. Yang said, "I don't know why, after he told me about you, I thought you would definitely come to see him. An ungrateful person."

"Yeah, at that time cucumbers were very cheap, and eggs were also cheap, and you could make a lot of dishes. Stir-fried a little bit with thick oil and red sauce, it was very easy to eat, and you could eat a lot of steamed buns. At that time, when my father came to me, I made it for him. , he also said it was too salty." Wang Miao smiled, he turned the pot upside down, deliberately put less salt, "I just came out of the hospital, leukemia, just recovered, I want to come to my father's funeral, see him last It took a while, but the doctor locked me in the ward, Mom, do you think the doctor did something unreasonable?"

"You, your body is the most important thing. Every time your father comes back, he will talk about you, saying that justice must be brought back for you. You must protect your body, otherwise, your father will not be happy in the spirit of heaven. " Mrs. Yang looked at the side face of Wang Miao, who was serious about cooking, and forced a smile, "I think the doctor is right. I have heard of your stubborn temper. If you didn't lock the door for you, you probably You came here a long time ago, but it was very bad for your condition, anyway, you came, it means that Lao Yang saw the right person, and I did not see the wrong person."

"Thank you." Wang Miao's throat twitched a few times. He wanted to say a lot, but in the end he just said this. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and put the dishes on the plate.

"By the way, Lao Yang left a sum of money for you, saying that it is for you to go for scar lightening." Mrs. Yang seemed to remember something, she slapped her forehead, left the kitchen to get a bank card, and came back. "Originally, he said that he would hand over this card to you when he visited you in Wutong City after the matter was over. He said that he hoped that you could start a new life in the future with a clean face."

"Ah, no need." Wang Miao shredded the chili without raising his head, "Mom, I used to think these scars were a humiliation to me. Every time I saw them, I would think of their atrocities and take a bath every day. I didn’t dare to open my eyes and look in the mirror when I was young, but now, my father gave me something. He made me understand that scars are just scars. The difference is who the scars are on. Existence would make me feel humiliated, but now, there are many people who dispel the darkness for me, and my future path is bright. The medal of work, this is the last lesson my father taught me, and I feel the spirit he conveyed."

"It's really great that you can think so, really, Miao'er." Mrs. Yang froze in place.

"Yes, Dad became a lighthouse, and I have also completed my own redemption. Although the process was painful and long, the result is good." Wang Miao turned to look at Mrs. Yang, smiling exceptionally Sunlight.

"En!" Madam Yang raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Eat!" Wang Miao smiled triumphantly while carrying a plate of food in one hand.

"Wow, it smells so good——" Yang Zhouman rushed to the door of the kitchen waving his short hands, and clapped vigorously, "Brother is so amazing!"

"Miao'er, how do you plan to go in the future?" Mrs. Yang asked at the dinner table.

"Well, I've finished my studies and I plan to take another college entrance examination. Audit students are fine." Wang Miao gave Yang Zhouman some food with chopsticks.

"That's very good, very good, who will look down on our Miao'er in the future." Mrs. Yang said happily.

In the past, everything she heard about Wang Miao came from Yang Yunting. What she learned about Wang Miao was just a child with a miserable life experience. It is turbulent waves, independent and self-reliant, she thought that Wang Miao would be full of thorns and jealous.

But today, when Wang Miao sat in front of her face to face, she realized that Wang Miao was such a gentle child, humble, polite, and knowing how to advance and retreat. If she hadn't known Wang Miao's past in advance, she would never have imagined Knowing that Wang Miao had experienced such cruel and inhuman things, she understood that only a boy like Wang Miao who is like water can calmly face those storms and swallow the past completely.

The sea is tolerant to all rivers, and tolerance is great. Wang Miao did it, he shook hands with the past, he did not care about the sufferings imposed on him by the world, he turned all the sufferings into the energy that urges him to move forward, and bloomed on the edge of the cliff. A red flower bloomed.

Facing the wind, blooming in full bloom.