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When Meng Wenjun walked out of the room, Meng Fan had already gotten up.

Hearing Meng Wenjun's footsteps, Meng Fan poked his head out from the kitchen, holding a spatula in his hand: "Ah Ding, go wash your face and brush your teeth first, I'll make breakfast in a while."

The sleepiness that hadn't completely dissipated was completely shattered by Meng Fan in front of him.

What happened to him today?

Xiaoman jumped from the sofa to Meng Wenjun's feet, rubbed his body against Meng Wenjun's calf, and made a soft sound in his throat.

Meng Wenjun knelt down and hugged Xiaoman in his arms: "Good morning Xiaoman."

Xiaoman seemed to understand, and the pads of his front paws touched Meng Wenjun's face.

Meng Wenjun laughed, touched Xiaoman's belly, and felt even more surprised that he had already fed him.

He looked up and looked around, but there was no sign of the wine bottle on the ground, and Meng Fan cleaned it clean.

Not long after, Meng Fan cleaned up the kitchen, took off his apron, sat down in front of the dining table, and looked into Meng Wenjun's door: "Ah Ding, it's time to eat."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Meng Wenjun fastened the last button and sat down in front of Meng Fan, looking at the neatly arranged meals on the table.

Five or six kinds, the milk next to the plate is also hot, Meng Fan put his heart into it.

"Eat quickly, don't stand still, it will be cold in a while." Meng Fan pushed the dinner plate containing bacon towards Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun nodded and pushed back: "Okay."

His favorite food.

Meng Fan secretly looked at his son's expression, but couldn't see any emotion, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Is Ah Ding unhappy?"

The spoon in Meng Wenjun's hand was fixed in the air, and Meng Fan's words reminded him.

There was a good-looking smile on the corner of his mouth again, the kindness he had practiced thousands of times, and there seemed to be light shining in his clear eyes: "How could it be?"

After waiting for a while, Meng Wenjun didn't bring it up, so Meng Fan simply said it himself, looking very deliberate: "Today I woke up very early."

"Yes." Meng Wenjun picked up a piece of cooked meat and placed it in front of Xiaoman who was meowing on the ground.

I kept waiting for the "why" asked by my son in my heart, but I didn't hear it in the end.

Meng Wenjun remained silent, taking everything for granted, just silently waiting for Meng Fan to speak.

There must be a reason behind the uncharacteristic change.

This was an exquisite breakfast, and it must have contained what Meng Fan wanted to say.

There has never been a pie in the sky, everything is priced invisible by the sky, even if you keep silent, someone will eventually tell you the value.

This is something engraved in Meng Wenjun's blood.

"Ah Ding, I want to take you out for a drive today." Meng Dan lowered his head, using movements to conceal his uneasiness.

"Why do you suddenly want to go for a drive?"

Meng Fan took another two mouthfuls of rice porridge and said vaguely, "Isn't today your birthday?"

Meng Wenjun was stunned.

"I haven't driven the car downstairs for a long time. I want to drive you with me, and we will take Xiaoman with us. Let's go out together for a walk." The more he said, the softer his voice became.

When he was sober, Meng Fan knew in his heart that he owed Ah Ding a lot.

"Don't do such a short-lived thing." A voice echoed in Meng Wenjun's mind.

But for some reason, what he said, he agreed instead: "Okay, where are we going?"

Even he himself was surprised.

Xiaoman next to his legs rubbed against Meng Wenjun, begging for more cooked meat.

"I haven't been out for too long, and I almost forgot what kind of scenery is around, why don't we just wander around?"

"Okay." Meng Wenjun picked up the last piece of meat on the plate and gave it to Xiaoman.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

On the land that has just snowed in the severe winter, there is heavy snow, mixed with biting wind, the sun hangs high in the sky, but it can't drive away the slightest silence.It echoes with his heart and wildness.

Suddenly there seemed to be a huge rock, a meteorite that suddenly rolled down from the sky, and hit the lake with a thick layer of hard ice, and the heavy snow next to it heard the sound of cracks.

Meng Wenjun helped Meng Fan wash the car, and the car suddenly looked brand new as if it had taken off its heavy and messy coat.

"I haven't driven this car much before." Meng Fan laughed.

"Yes." Meng Wenjun agreed.

Xiaoman also meowed twice following the human voice.

Meng Fan wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and responded to Xiao Man: "Meow!"

The already hoarse voice was deliberately loud, which seemed extremely weird.

Xiao Man paced back and forth, standing behind Meng Wenjun, ignoring Meng Fan in front of him.

Meng Fan withdrew his grimace: "Xiao Man is really a smart kid."

When it comes to Xiaoman, Meng Wenjun has a lot to say: "Xiaoman has always been very smart. He eats the best food and sleeps with the best. He knows everything."

"If we don't take it with us today, we don't know how unhappy it is at home."

"Deliberately scratching and breaking the newly replaced curtains."

Meng Fan laughed and said, "Is this the first curtain it has scratched?"

After thinking for a while, Meng Wenjun replied, "It should be the ninth one."

Meng Fan shrugged: "You're so naughty, Xiao Man."

Xiao Man bared her teeth at Meng Fan dissatisfied.

A smile also appeared on Meng Wenjun's face: "Don't speak ill of Xiaoman behind his back, he understands."

Meng Fan clasped his hands together, begging for mercy, waved his hands at Xiao Man, and begged, "Okay, Xiao Man, Xiao Man, forgive me, okay?"

Xiao Man dismissed it.

Both of them laughed.

"Get in the car." Said, Meng Fan walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door for Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun hugged Xiaoman with one hand, passed under Meng Fan's hand with the other, put it on the car door, and pushed Meng Fan's hand off the car door, seemingly carelessly.

When he wanted to close the car door for Meng Wenjun again, Meng Wenjun had already closed it himself first.

Meng Fan felt a little bitter in his heart.

Ah Ding is no longer the Ah Ding when he was a child, he has grown up so much.

and he is a lot of strangers.

"It's all my fault." Meng Fan sighed in his heart.

Thinking about it, he sat in the driver's seat and was about to step on the accelerator.

"Seat belt." Meng Wenjun reminded.

"Oh, I almost forgot," pulled out the seat belt again, but couldn't buckle the button, "It's strange, why can't it always be buckled, I'm clearly aligned?"

"I'll do it." Meng Wenjun snatched it from Meng Fan's hand, and pressed it into the buckle with a click.

The sadness in his heart drilled into the wrinkles on his face, Meng Fan pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled wryly: "Ah Ding has grown up."

Meng Wenjun's lips moved, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he sat upright, held Xiaoman in his arms, looked straight ahead, and said slowly: "Let's go."

Although Meng Fan's driving skills seemed a little rusty, he couldn't help braking suddenly at the beginning, but after a few roads, it became smoother.

Not long after the car started, a familiar sense of dizziness wrapped around Meng Wenjun's body.

He slightly opened the window and hid Xiao Man behind his legs, still afraid that the cold wind blowing from the window would make Meng Fan and Xiao Man chill.

Looking secretly at Meng Wenjun's face, Meng Fancai suddenly remembered his old car sickness, and quickly rolled up the window on his side to the maximum, letting the wind rush in.

Meng Wenjun turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Meng Fan stared forward: "I feel hot, are you cold?"

Meng Wenjun frowned: "Even if I'm not cold, Xiaoman is too."

"Oh." Meng Fan rolled up half of the car window, and kept the remaining half for Meng Wenjun.

With the flowing wind, Meng Wenjun felt much relieved.

Meng Fan drove Meng Wenjun to many places, many places in this city.

In just a few years, the city has changed beyond his imagination. There are many places that used to be, and now they have become another brand new scenery, and even the route of the streets is not what he imagined.

There are more colorful things, more exquisite and beautiful things, but fewer people walking on the streets.

The car music played is still a popular song a few years ago, and it is now called an old song.

The change was really too great, so fast that he felt a little caught off guard.

After so many years of being drunk, I don't know day and night, and the outside world has doubled.

What made him feel the deepest pain was that he had been absent from his son's life for such a long time, during his supposedly best and happiest time.

The day before yesterday Zhang Yeqiu came to the door in person and said to Meng Fan, "Shao Daya has been arrested."

The two people stood facing each other, with their eyes facing each other, looking at each other. It was no longer the bookish 20-somethings.

Both are old, not young anymore.

Wrinkles slowly drilled from one side of the face and wanted to crawl to the other side.

No matter how black the hair was, the few strands of silvery white still looked like bamboo shoots after the rain, an eyesore that couldn't be wiped off.

"It's been so many years." Meng Fan sighed.

"It should have been so many years." Zhang Yeqiu also lamented.

It's over, everything is settled.

All the pain, sorrow, joy, unwillingness, humiliation, resentment, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, have been endured for so many years.

Fairness and injustice, in the eyes of more than ten years later, are just a light sigh.

With anxiety in his heart, Meng Fan looked at Meng Wenjun's expression from the corner of his eye, and finally parked the car at the gate of the silent cemetery. People in twos and threes, talking in low voices, were in harmony with the chirping of birds jumping on the bare tree branches. intertwined.

Meng Fan held the steering wheel tightly in his hands, his knuckles were blue, and his tone was almost pleading: "Ah Ding, let's go see your mother, she..."

Before the words were fully spoken, Meng Wenjun interrupted simply and neatly: "I won't go."

"Ading..."

"You brought me out just to bring me to see her?" Meng Wenjun smiled self-deprecatingly, "I really thought you were there for my birthday just now."

"After so many years..."

Meng Wenjun's tone became excited: "It's been so many years? How many years? How many? Even after so many years, I can't forget how she forced me, and I can't forget how she forced you!"

Meng Fan lowered his head and gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

Meng Wenjun pushed the door open, got out of the car, and put Xiao Man in his arms on the passenger seat: "You take Xiao Man back." Then he turned and left.

Meng Fan leaned weakly on the seat, looking at Xiao Man in pain.

Xiao Man also looked at Meng Fan, turned his head, stared with big eyes, and looked curious.

Today is not only Ah Ding's birthday, but also Yuan Liu's death day.