Fake is true

Before driving home, Yan Fangsheng went to the gas station to fill up his gas. Halfway through, he saw a child holding a big bag of snacks, happily and contentedly, and his mouth was full of oil. Only then did Yan Fangsheng realize that there seemed to be no snacks at home to satisfy his cravings.

He doesn't eat it himself, but high school students should love it, right?

Yan Fangsheng really has no experience in raising children and lacks experience.

So Yan Fangsheng went around to the supermarket after refueling, and took a bunch of snacks and miscellaneous things from the shelves. He didn't pay attention to what he took. The quantity is excessive, and the trolleys are filled to the brim.

"Do you have a membership card, sir?" The cashier quickly scanned the payment.

He kept moving his hands, and with a smile on his face, he asked with a smile on his face.

"No." Yan Fangsheng headed back to the supermarket here.

"Do I need to apply for one?" The cashier continued to ask.

Yan Fang refused, "No need."

"Yes sir, take it."

The cashier tidied up all the things and gave him the largest plastic bag. Yan Fangsheng carried the bag to the parking lot and bought a small boxed cake at the exit of the supermarket.

And what Mu Zhou saw when he opened the door was Yan Fangsheng holding a few video tapes in one hand and a lot of snacks in the other.

He was dressed in a neat suit, his face seemed to be stained with the unresolved cold from outside, and his eyes were quite sharp.

Mu Zhou hurriedly took things from him, but hesitated for a moment when picking which one to pick, and the big plastic bag full of snacks was handed over to him.

"Eat after dinner." Yan Fangsheng said at the moment when things were handed over.

Mu Zhou took the snacks and was dumbfounded.

What's the meaning?For yourself?

Before Mu Zhou could ask, Yan Fangsheng had already changed his shoes and entered the room. Auntie finished cooking and left. The table was full. Yan Fangsheng glanced at the dishes and said, "Do you like spicy food?"

"It's okay." Mu Zhou put the things in his hand on the sofa.

"Ah."

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and it was very warm. Yan Fangsheng took off his coat and tie.

When the two sat together, Mu Zhou would still observe Yan Fangsheng subconsciously, and when he found that the other party's chopsticks had never been inserted into the plate with obvious peppers, Mu Zhou opened up the topic and asked, "Don't you like spicy food?"

"I've been resting for a while," Yan Fangsheng unbuttoned his cuffs and put them on the table. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. "After healing the injury, I won't eat too much."

"Oh." Mu Zhou took a piece of crispy bamboo shoots into his mouth, hesitantly did not ask further.

"Just say what you want." Yan Fangsheng looked at him, and Mu Zhou was forced to look at him.

After chewing and swallowing the bamboo shoots, Mu Zhou blinked and said, "I want to know how you got hurt."

"While riding a bicycle." Yan Fang's voice was completely calm, as if he had already guessed that Mu Zhou would ask this question.

"Mountain bike?"

"Ah."

Mu Zhou replied and remained silent, and it was another mountain bike.

He inserted his chopsticks obliquely into the rice, trying to crush a piece of rice that had escaped from the main force on the side of the bowl.

But rice is very tenacious, and he uses different methods to fight against chopsticks.

Mu Zhou was upset and said, "Don't you think it's dangerous?"

"I fell down, got hurt, bled...do you think it's worth it?" Mu Zhou raised his eyes, and looked at Yan Fangsheng who was sitting opposite him with round eyes.

"There is nothing worth it or not." Hearing this, Yan Fangsheng put down his chopsticks, his tone calm.

"Just do what you want." Yan Fang said.

The chopsticks touched the inner bowl, Mu Zhou bit his lip, and asked again: "Because I want to do it, I feel that it's okay to bleed and get hurt, do you think so?"

Yan Fangsheng met Shang Muzhou's searching eyes and said, "Yes."

"Then what do you think..." Mu Zhou suddenly lowered his head and lowered his head.

The hair on the top of the head was clearly displayed in front of Yan Fangsheng's eyes again.

"What do you think?" Yan Fang asked in a voice.

"Do you think my parents have regretted it? At the moment of the accident... they will regret it." Mu Zhou's voice was faintly choked up, and Yan Fangsheng couldn't see if he was crying.

"No." Yan Fangsheng replied very neatly.

It's so fast that it doesn't seem to go through the brain at all.

"How do you know?" Mu Zhou raised his eyes.

Yan Fangsheng took a look, and sure enough, his eyes were already blurred with tears.

"It's too late." Yan Fang said, "Regret is the emotion that a person who has experienced... and can come back alive should have."

"At that moment, they may think of each other beside them, or you who are thousands of miles away, but there is absolutely no time to regret it."

"So do you regret it now?" Mu Zhou's eyes were red with tears on his eyelids.

"Sorry." Yan Fang said in a voice.

"Shouldn't you regret doing it?" Mu Zhou asked again.

"No," Yan Fangsheng replied, "I never regret doing this. What I regret is not being able to conquer that cliff at the most possible time."

Suddenly, Mu Zhou's tears fell down suddenly, he panicked, put his hands on his face to wipe away the tears, bowed his head and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"I understand." Mu Zhou stopped raising his head, shouting something, and his speech was very vague.

But Yan Fang could hear clearly.

"Know what?"

"...their persistence."

Hearing Yan Fang's voice, he paused for a rare moment.

"Will you watch a movie with me later?" Yan Fangsheng pushed the boiled beef in front of Mu Zhou, "It won't be long."

"What movie?"

"A film that can take you to understand your parents."

"……it is good."

After eating, Yan Fangsheng searched for discs for a long time, Mu Zhou put all the bowls in the dishwasher, wiped the table again, and sat down on the sofa when he had nothing to do.

Can he guess what Yan Fangsheng wants to show him, it should be some documentaries or movies about extreme sports?

Guessing, Mu Zhou touched a pillow from behind and hugged it in his arms, and began to wait intently.

Fortunately, Yan Fangsheng didn't make him wait too long, but he was already in a wheelchair when he came out of the room.

Removed the prosthesis?

Mu Zhou watched him insert the disc into the DVD.

"I wanted to bring it to you when I went to the cemetery, but I didn't leave home that day, so I missed it."

Mu Zhou was a little puzzled when he heard the words, bring it to him?Why bring him the disc.

But soon, Mu Zhou's confusion became clear, because he saw the figures of his parents on the huge screen.

The camera flashed by, and many faces appeared in the viewfinder. Soon, Mu Zhou realized that the scenes and people in the camera were extremely familiar. He stood up suddenly, took out the photos in the wallet from his close-fitting pocket, Holding the photo, Yan Fangsheng asked at the side: "Gobi riding?!"

Yan Fangsheng glanced at the photo in his hand and nodded.

Mu Zhou got the affirmative answer, and fell down on the sofa as if lost in his soul, his eyes continued to stay on the TV screen, the camera was shaking, the voice was loud, the movement of the soles of the shoes rolling over the dry gravel, and the cheerful human voice.

Then the camera turned and focused on the two people who were at the end of the line.

Mu Zhou's parents are pushing the cart, and they are climbing to the top of the mountain.

Seeing the camera, the two compared "yeah" at the same time.

"It can't be that there is such a tacit understanding." The photographer's voice was very young, and because the receiver was very close, Mu Zhou heard his amplified breathing.

The two did not answer, and continued to push the cart with smiles on their faces.

Mu Zhou's eyes can't wait to stick to the screen, whenever the camera turns away and there is no sign of his parents, he will feel anxious.

"It's been a long time," Yan Fangsheng said, "There are a lot of shots of your parents."

Only then did Mu Zhou realize that he was overreacting.

"Sorry, I just... miss them so much."

"In addition to this disc, there are other video materials." Yan Fangsheng said: "When you finish watching, I will find them for you."

He gave Mu Zhou a big gift in a nonchalant manner, and Mu Zhou was almost stunned by the surprise. He didn't know how to express his gratitude, because it seemed that all words were insignificant at this moment.

He thought he would be lucky enough to see a video, but he didn't expect that Yan Fangsheng could give him more.

"Thank you." In the end, Mu Zhou only said these two words.

visceral.

Never before has a "thank you" been more sincere than it is now.

It is not easy to push a cart up a mountain, especially in a mountain with a steep slope close to [-] degrees.

The sun in the Gobi is scorching hot, and everyone's faces covered by the camera are sweating like waterfalls.

Just when the shooting rhythm was on the right track, the photographer suddenly said again: "Have you stepped on the line?"

Following his voice, the camera also turned, and Mu Zhou saw the person appearing on the screen.

It was Yan Fangsheng who was sitting next to him.

He wears a pair of sunglasses, his hair is longer than what he looks like now, and he is wearing sportswear, covering from head to toe, except for his face, all other parts are tightly wrapped by the material.

"Well, there are three downhill routes, you can try all of them visually."

"Do you want to go play first?" Someone next to him asked.

Yan Fang replied: "Yes."

After pinching the gloves tightly, the camera began to follow Yan Fangsheng, and Yan Fangsheng outside the camera manipulated the wheelchair and took the remote control from the coffee table.

Just as he pressed fast forward, Mu Zhou stopped him.

"I want to see."

"This paragraph is very long." Yan Fang said.

"fine."

Besides his parents, Mu Zhou was also curious about Yan Fangsheng.

Mu Zhou was curious about how he would be in the camera.

Yan Fangsheng returned the video to the starting position. Sure enough, as he said, the camera began to follow Yan Fangsheng. When it reached the top, Yan Fangsheng took off his sunglasses and put on the special riding goggles. Mu Zhou's father stepped forward and grabbed a handful. sandy soil.

"The soil quality is not a big problem, it should be easy to ride."

"See you later." Yan Fangsheng turned his head and sat on the mountain bike, stretched his arms to tighten the faucet, and moved his center of gravity forward. Hearing a "shua", the mountain bike suddenly galloped down, and the camera quickly switched to an aerial view. A black figure appeared on the vast loess surface and moved forward rapidly. The sand was flying at every turn, and the loose and dry ashes were picked up by the high-speed mountain bike. The black mountain bike seemed to be followed by a storm. The imposing manner suddenly descended.

Mu Zhou has never seen the mountain bike going down so intuitively. The tense bgm interfered with Mu Zhou's emotions, making his blood spurt along with the transition of the camera.

The high-altitude bird's-eye view is too thrilling. The steep and irregular accumulation of rocks always interferes with Yan Fangsheng's direction change. A wide downward road is likely to be followed by a small cliff with a drop of more than two meters, or it may be squeezed into two rocks Pile up crowded narrow passages.

Mu Zhou didn't dare to breathe, his heart tightened to watch, and as the mountain bike moved rapidly, finally, the black mountain bike sprinted to the plane.

Seeing Yan Fangsheng taking off his goggles and waving to the top of the mountain, Mu Zhou was finally able to exhale the stale air he had been holding back for a long time.

He calmed down and found himself gripping the pillow tightly after he was no longer nervous.

Feeling the thrill, feeling the excitement, feeling the trembling, feeling the awe, feeling the excitement... Mu Zhou suddenly found that he understood the fun that his parents had been following.