Fake is true

Weirdly accepted the business card, but Mu Zhou didn't take it to heart. Although the other party said that he was a friend of his parents and also came to the funeral, who really knew? Not familiar with each other, and the other party is just a stranger with two faces in a hurry.

After returning home and throwing the business card into the deepest part of the cabinet, Mu Zhou received a call from the head teacher.

He asked for leave from the school on the day his parents had an accident, and eleven days have passed.

"Hello, Teacher Liu." Mu Zhou answered the phone.

"Mu Zhou, have you settled the matter with your parents?"

"Well, it's over." Mu Zhou said.

"That's fine. If you have anything to do, you must call me more. The school is very concerned about your situation, and the classmates in the class have also reported to me that they want to come and see you." The head teacher has a long smoking history, The tone of his speech was thick and hoarse. He was outside, and the wind was blowing through the receiver and passed into Mu Zhou's ears.

"No, I can come back to class tomorrow." Mu Zhou turned on his phone and put it away, taking out the relics his parents packed in cardboard boxes one by one.

The accident took place close to the mountainous area. His parents were hit by a large truck coming from the front and hit the cliff below the ring road. When he came back, he also packed the relics for Mu Zhou.

The relic arrived before the body, but Mu Zhou never opened it. He didn't have time to sit down and take a good look at the things left by his parents until everything was over.

The head teacher was worried, and asked carefully: "Do you need to rest for two more days? Don't be so anxious."

"Teacher, I've already adjusted it." Mu Zhou patted away the dried-up dirt on the outer layer of the outdoor backpack, and a puddle of mud instantly appeared on the clean ground.

"That's fine, you can take a good rest tonight." The head teacher sighed.

"Okay, thank you teacher."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Zhou put the phone aside, got up and took out the two backpacks from the half-person-high large cardboard box.

The things in the backpack were complete. Before Mu Zhou’s parents had time to set up camp on the top of the mountain, there were tents and other utensils inside. He disassembled all the things, wiped them all with wet wipes, and placed them in his parents’ room one by one.

At the end of the packing, the contents of the cardboard box were almost completely emptied, and there was a brand new wallet at the bottom. It was a birthday present that Mu Zhou had saved to buy for his father, and it still looked brand new.

At that time, his father took Mu Zhou into his arms after receiving the gift, and said with a smile that his son was sensible.

Mu Zhou clearly remembered his answer.

He said there will be every year in the future.

Who knows that without every year, they will never be able to reach the new year.

Mu Zhou reached for it with trembling hands, and the moment his fingertips touched the wallet, tears uncontrollably slid out of his eye sockets and fell into the cardboard box.

He couldn't take it.

Feel yourself pussy chirping.

Wiping away the tears roughly, Mu Zhou opened the wallet.

There wasn't much cash in the wallet, and the card holder was full. Besides the credit card, there were two ID cards, one belonged to Mu Zhou's father and the other belonged to Mu Zhou's mother.

After taking out everything in the wallet, there was only one photo left, which was a miniature group photo. Mu Zhou was standing between the two, and all three of them were smiling happily.

Mu Zhou took out the photos and found that there was more than one photo in the photo folder. In addition to the family photo, there was also a photo of them and their friends at the bottom.

Several people in the photo were wearing helmets, their faces were dusty, his father was standing beside his mother with his arms around him, many of them were familiar faces, Mu Zhou had seen them at the funeral, looked at them one by one, at the funeral The man who spoke to him was also among them.

He was standing beside Mu Zhou's father, holding a helmet and wearing sunglasses, and the two of them hugged each other's shoulders, they looked very familiar.

Also very young.

Mu Zhou felt that he was the youngest face in the whole team.

Mu Zhou was a little surprised. When he saw the other party at the funeral, he thought it was his father's business partner.

I don't know how to describe it, but Mu Zhou feels that he doesn't have that adventurous spirit.

He was composed and seemed steady.

He looked different from everyone else at the funeral.

It's not like someone who would risk his life to play extreme sports.

Of course, it's also possible that Mu Zhou was inaccurate in judging people.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhou secretly sighed, he is really not good at seeing people.

Then look again, Mu Zhou turned the photo over, and wrote a line on the back, written in black pen, rubbed when it was dry, and there was a black stain on the side.

—On June 2017, 6, I went on a cycling trip with my wife and friends in Gobi

Mu Zhou then flipped through the group photo of the family and found that he had also left a message.

——September 2018, 9 Xiao Zhou grew taller

Mu Zhou raised his head, took a deep breath, and forced back his tears. After relieving his emotions a little, he packed all the debris into the iron box and sealed it, but took everything away before closing the lid. come out.

Opening the wallet, Mu Zhou put two ID cards in it, put two photos in it, then got up and went to his room to find out the ID card and student card. With one hand, he closed the wallet and put it in his pocket.

At this point, all the things in the cardboard box have been sorted out. Mu Zhou crushed the cardboard box and threw it at the door. There are only two mountain bikes left in the living room.

The car body was seriously damaged, and the faucet of one car was crooked.

Wipe all the places with wet wipes as usual, halfway through, Mu Zhou suddenly became angry, an unknown fire ignited in his chest, and couldn't help kicking the car down.

One after the other fell to the ground, and after the heavy bang, Mu Zhou roared.

"what!"

With a ferocious face, Mu Zhou kicked the two cars continuously, and the iron rod grazed the porcelain surface and let out a piercing wail.

"why!"

Big tears poured out one after another, and Mu Zhou roared until his voice became hoarse.

"Damn riding! Damn mountain biking! Damn extreme sports!"

Mu Zhou cried out that he lost his strength, and knelt on the ground with his back bent like a bow.

"Why?" Mu Zhou's voice weakened.

"Why do you have to go..."

No one responded in the quiet space.

Mu Zhou murmured, "Why didn't you come back..."

"Why should I come back?" Yan Fangsheng took off his coat, hung it on the back of the chair, then sat down from the side, and glanced at the people on the table with a happy expression.

Ms. Zhou Shuyue was sitting opposite him, and the people on the table were his grandparents and some other relatives.

The ten-meter long table was full, and Yan Fangsheng took the last empty seat.

If you can't come on normal days, you can't come, and you can't escape the once-a-month family dinner.

"Grandpa and grandma." Yan Fang said hello to the two elderly people, and then gestured to the others with a smile on his face.

Zhou Shuyue sat in the main seat, with a cold face, she said, "Do you know how long everyone has been waiting for you?"

The room was very warm. Zhou Shuyue was wearing an open-shoulder sweater and a jadeite necklace around her neck. Her makeup was brighter than usual, and her face looked sharp.

Since the death of Yan Fangsheng's father, Yan Hong, Zhou Shuyue took care of all the internal and external affairs of the family. She developed an extreme temperament when she was young, and she became very powerful after taking power. She wished she could control everything completely in her hands.

Especially Yan Fangsheng.

This only, useless son who was not liked by her.

"There is a traffic jam on the road, and there is nothing I can do." Yan Fangsheng picked up the tea and poured it for himself, and then apologized to the others at the table, "I have been waiting for a long time, everyone."

"Then why didn't you choose to go out early?" Zhou Shuyue obviously refused to let Yan Fangsheng go easily, even if it was in front of such a person, he would not get off the stage.

But who is Yan Fangsheng?

People who don't play cards according to common sense.

Occasionally a word or two of sarcasm, and occasionally a weak remark, just when the atmosphere condensed, Yan Fangsheng laughed again.

He took a sip of hot tea to warm himself up, and said, "Why didn't Ms. Zhou choose to give your son a helicopter? I have passed the driver's license test, and I put ashes at home."

"You..." Zhou Shuyue was furious, and she slapped the table, but her hands were lightly covered.

"Why are you so angry with the child? Fang Sheng is busy, so we should be late. We can chat if he doesn't come. Now is the time to be hungry." Yan Fangsheng's grandma kept lightly pressing Zhou Shuyue's hand shoot.

"Mom, Yan Hong left early, and I don't care who Fang Sheng is in charge of him." Zhou Shuyue lowered her tone and showed a soft look.

"It's time to take care of it, but we don't care about the meal." Yan Fangsheng and his grandmother continued to exert force, "Food is the paramount necessity of the people."

Zhou Shuyue finally extinguished her arrogance, and greeted people to serve hot dishes. Finally, she couldn't hold back or lost a word, and said to Yan Fangsheng: "Don't rush to leave later."

"Well, I'm not leaving." Yan Fang responded casually.

Fools don't leave.

Except for the collision of bowls and chopsticks and the movement of soup and vegetables, no one talked after the meal. Only the young children were still babbling, but the sound soon disappeared.

Yan Fangsheng turned his head to look, it was his cousin he didn't know very well, and the cousin's mother made a silent gesture to the child beside him.

Repressed.

uncomfortable.

No appetite.

Yan Fangsheng drank all the pigeon soup in the soup pot, and ate some light vegetables, which made his stomach a little full.

He usually has a decent appetite, so the reason why he can't eat is mainly due to Ms. Zhou.

At the end of the meal, Yan Fangsheng reckoned how to go this time.

Then think about it, just walk through the gate.

Zhou Shuyue couldn't stop him, at best, she would make a few phone calls and send a few text messages to get angry for a few days, which would not do much harm to Yan Fangsheng himself.

Just as he put down the bowl and chopsticks and was about to get dressed and leave, Zhou Shuyue's cell phone rang suddenly. She put down the spoon, moved her chair and walked outside the French window to answer the call. Yan Fangsheng got the chance and stood up too.

"Don't eat?" His grandfather raised his eyes and asked.

"Go back and make up for two."

Yan Fangsheng put on his coat and said, "Grandpa and grandma, pay attention to your health, everyone eat slowly."

"Remember to call me when you get home." Yan Fang called out to his grandmother, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"must."

Yan Fangsheng turned around and strode forward, and he was out the main gate before his mother finished making the phone call.

It's just that he blamed the wrong reason for his poor appetite, 50.00% is because of Ms. Zhou, and the other 50.00%...

Yan Fangsheng raised his hand and received Yusi from Miss Mi.

Damn rainy day.

After driving the car out of the community, Yan Fangsheng searched for a replacement driver on his mobile phone, and his legs started to hurt.

Depressed mood.

An incoming call pops up on the screen.

Yan Fangsheng thought it was Ms. Zhou, and subconsciously pressed the hang up button. After hanging up, he found that it seemed to be a strange call, so he called back.

The other party picked it up quickly.

"Hello." Yan Fangsheng took the initiative to speak.

"Hello." A male voice sounded like a child.

Yan Fangsheng's thoughts changed sharply, knowing who made the call.

The child asked, "Does what you said last time... still count?"