360 degrees being pursued manual [entertainment circle]

At 8 o'clock in the morning in country M, Ms. Yang and Wells had breakfast together, and then carried the child to send Dad away, and asked Yang An to play with the rattle in his hand.

After playing for a while, the baby yawned, and Ms. Yang gave the baby to the nanny to take care of temporarily, freeing up her hands to organize things.

What needs to be sorted out is mainly those sent by my son from China.

Used notebooks, clothes worn when he was a child, three photo albums, a bear doll his father bought for him, a leaky basketball, a key ring with peeling paint, a few flower specimens, and pictures drawn by the family in kindergarten ...

There are several big boxes here and there, and each box is full of memories.

Ms. Yang sorted out other things a little, then took out the three photo albums by herself, and sat by the bed to read them slowly.

In his 20s, he was wearing two braids, Lan Lan with paint on his face, his father holding Lan Lan and laughing, and their family of three who stood neatly and were sealed in the photo.

80.00% of these three albums were taken when the child's father was still there. Taking pictures was not cheap in those days, but he never cared about the money.

In a flash, sixteen or seventeen years have passed.

After the remarriage, Ms. Yang has been able to let go of Xiao's father who died early, and she left more eyes on Xiao Lan in the photo.

From a small ball with her hands around her mouth when she was a child, to a boy with rabbit ears who was compared to a boy with bunny ears by a classmate who had a good time after graduating from high school, the growth of her child is all in the photos Here, looking at it, Ms. Yang suddenly burst into tears for some reason.

Could it be that he remembered those difficult days again?

Hastily wiping away her tears, Ms. Yang closed the photo album and casually opened the notebook next to her.

The notebook looks old and has not been carefully preserved. The paper is yellow and brittle.

Childish strokes wrote on the paper——

"Today is Sunday, Dad said he would take me and Mom to eat cake, Dad is the best!"

"Mom fried eggplant and meat, Lan Lan still wants to eat"

"The teacher assigns a lot of homework. I miss Teacher Chen. Hutou said that Teacher Chen has given birth to a baby. When will she come back? I hope the baby will grow up soon, so that Teacher Chen can come back sooner."

The characters "Lan" and "Tiger" lack arms and legs, which made Ms. Yang unable to help but smile.

After turning these two pages, she decided to close it and stop reading it. Young people these days are all about privacy, and she knows it.

However, just when she was about to close the notebook, a note suddenly fell out from the back page.

[I will do it for you.

To Xiao Lan

——Xiao Yan. 】

As if suddenly bewitched by a devil, Ms. Yang couldn't help opening that page.

"Whether it is God, Buddha or other gods, I beg you to bless my mother to recover smoothly and be healthy and safe."

It was as if thunder came from the sky and exploded in my ears.

The writing on the notebook is neat and handsome, and the writing on the post-it notes is painted with silver hooks.

She remembered a postcard sent by her son a few days ago. What did a friend from Wells Huaguotong who came to play at home say?

Ms. Yang felt a throbbing pain inside her head, as if something was stirring her brain.

Dizzy, he remembered the gentleman's words.

——"Yang, your child's handwriting is really good! I can guarantee that even my friends from the Huaguo Calligraphers Association can't write as well as the one on this postcard. But does he practice more brushes? Okay Well, well, I'm just guessing, after all Huaguo's calligraphy is extensive and profound."

The devil laughed loudly in his ear, and tore open the exquisite cake box, revealing the rotten flesh covered with maggots.

Countless fragments flashed back in my mind, as well as those flashing past feelings that I thought were illusions.

Why does she feel strange?

Why do they look more and more different?

Why didn't she take the initiative to see her son after she recovered?

Why is she always missing the way her son used to be?

Why can't she take a step when facing this person now?

Why does she want to cry?

Because long, long ago, her subconscious had discovered the truth.

That person is not her child.

……

Qi Mo was waiting for Han Wan to deliver his lunch at noon, when he received a call from Xiao Yan and heard him say he was going to country M, he asked in surprise, "Is there any problem with that movie?"

Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment, but said nothing further: "It's not about the movie."

"when are we leaving?"

"This afternoon."

Qi Mo closed the file, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"not yet."

Qi Mo wanted to say no, the sky and the earth are not as big as your food, but then he thought, there must be some urgent matter to tell Ah Yan to leave in a hurry, so he asked, "What happened? Can you tell me?"

Xiao Yan thought for a while and said, "Pay off the debt."

Pay off debts?

Qi Mo was at a loss, but he still asked instinctively: "Is it troublesome? I have an account in country M and I know someone I know well, why don't I ask someone to do it for you, Ah Yan, it's so tiring to fly half the world."

Xiao Yan: "I can only pay it back myself."

"Okay then, Ah Yan, remember to be safe, how long will it take?"

"About two or three days."

The boarding reminder had sounded over there, and Qi Mo hurriedly said: "Remember to eat something on the plane." He was forced to hang up the phone.

Without the "lunch of love" for his partner, Qi Mo felt that he had no motivation to work, so he called a secretary in casually.

Secretary Zhao opened the door and came in, "Mr. Qi, do you have anything to tell me?"

Qi Mo: "Go and buy me a meal."

"Ah?" Secretary Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses under Qi Mo's displeased gaze, and smiled with a gentle, intellectual but capable and concise smile, "Do you have any specific requirements?"

"Choose one from the staff cafeteria and bring it up." Qi Mo said impatiently, and frowned when he saw that the secretary was still here, "Why don't you move?"

Secretary Zhao became nervous under Qi Mo's unkind gaze, and quickly replied: "President Qi, I'll go right away!"

Ten minutes later, she came up with a big box, which contained more than ten dishes, each of which was bright in color and fragrant, but Qi Mo had no appetite at all.

After eating a few mouthfuls hastily, he asked the secretary to come in, take it out and throw it away.

Secretary Jiang took a look, "Hey, Mr. Qi basically doesn't eat much, comrades remember to be careful today."

Secretary He slammed his head on the toilet paper: "Why is there no Love Bento today? Future Mrs. President, did you oversleep?"

When Secretary Jiang heard the words "future president's wife", she remained silent, with an inscrutable smile on her face.

In the office, as usual, Qi Mo spent a short time at noon to review Xiao Yan's video, and as he did so, he remembered what Ah Yan said just now, and couldn't help thinking.

What debt did Ah Yan owe?Still in country M?

And what kind of debt has to be paid by oneself, and can't be handled by others?Isn't it all about paying back?

money?

wrong!

Except for the crew, the only people who have relations with Ah Yan in country M are——

Xiao Lan's mother!

Standing up suddenly, Qi Mo opened the door and found Chen Sheng, "Book me the nearest flight to country M immediately!"

……

After more than ten hours of flying, Xiao Yan felt unavoidably exhausted when she got off the plane.

He opened a hotel room, packed his things and went straight to Ms. Yang's house.

Without prior notice, and without using the key given by Ms. Yang, she rang the doorbell like a guest.

This film and television capital is experiencing heavy rain today. Even with an umbrella, half of the body is still soaked in rain.

The sky is changing, the thunder is bursting, and the light shines from the house, dividing the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.The house with warm yellow light is not like a warm castle, but like a small boat standing in the waves of a storm that will capsize soon.

An hour, or two hours later, the door was slowly opened.

Xiao Yan closed the umbrella and entered the door, put the umbrella in the bucket at the door, and put on sandals and slippers.

His movements couldn't be more natural, like a guest invited to be a guest, distant, polite and calm.

The nanny was taking care of the crying child. There were three photo albums and a notebook in front of Ms. Yang. She spoke with a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

——"Xiao Yan."

The window was not closed, and the wind was blowing cold rain on the face. In the cold, the mother seemed to calm down suddenly. She stared at Xiao Yan: "You are not my son."

Xiao Yan looked into her eyes: "I'm not."

A glass was slammed with a strong wind, and when Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly, it brushed the corner of his eyes and shattered behind him with a "bang". This sound seemed to ignite Ms. Yang's pain and anger.

"You monster, where did you get my Lanlan!"

"Evil ghost, you evil ghost who took someone else's body!"

"Why is it my Lanlan? Can't you find someone else?"

Different from Ms. Yang's excited and angry emotions, Xiao Yan was still calm and indifferent. He didn't answer, but let Ms. Yang cry and curse incoherently.

When the strength accumulated in the body was poured out along with the anger, Ms. Yang's whole body seemed to have her spine removed, and she was pale, "When did it start?"

Xiao Yan: "October four years ago."

Covering her face with her hands, tears leaking from between her fingers, the mother begged him: "Give me back Lanlan and take my life away, okay?"

Xiao Yan paused, and told her the truth: "I am not a demon, I wake up in this body."

It's not a monster, there is no way to bring Xiao Lan back.

Ms. Yang did not speak for a long time, and the sky had already darkened.

Xiao Yan got up, called the nanny who passed by, and told her that Ms. Yang was not in good condition, and asked her to take care of her, then opened the door and opened the door with an umbrella in the storm.

Before leaving, he turned his head, "I'm sorry."

Sorry to occupy your child's body.

The light behind him was warm and bright, but the mother was too pale to melt into the light. Xiao Yan heard her ask, "Why don't you die."

If my child can't come back, I'd rather be anonymous and sleep undisturbed behind the tombstone than being wrapped in a shell by the devil and grabbing flowers and praises from countless people.

A person broke in from the door in the rain. Xiao Yan glanced at the person who was running here in a hurry, his clothes were completely wet and he didn't even have time to hold an umbrella. He looked at Ms. Yang, "I'm sorry. But I won't Give your body back."

It's not that you can't, it's that you won't.

Because someone promised him that he would grow old together, and he didn't want to miss the appointment.

Ms. Yang murmured: "Why did you kill my child? Why is it my child?"

Qi Mo took a step forward, blocking Xiao Yan behind him, "Ah Yan didn't harm your son!"

He said in the eyes of Ms. Yang: "On October 2017, 10, Xiao Lan had a car accident on Tai'an Road. The driver fled. When I found him, he had passed away."

"I didn't lie to you, and I don't need to lie to you. Xiao Lan died on Tai'an Road four years ago, in a drunk driving."

Ms. Yang's body trembled and she fell to the ground. She was supported by the nanny who couldn't understand Chinese and could only watch their quarrel helplessly.

Xiao Yan pressed Qi Mo's shoulder and said to the desperate mother: "He hopes you are safe and happy. And—"

The cry of the unattended child suddenly became louder, "You are also Yang An's mother."

……

The storm still did not stop, and some water accumulated on the road.

Xiao Yan wrapped Qi Mo's hand holding the umbrella, and moved the umbrella that was almost all to his side, and the room with the warm yellow light behind him was slowly moving away.

Qi Mo wiped the water off his face and said with a smile: "Actually, it's raining so heavily, it doesn't seem to matter whether you need an umbrella or not."

Xiao Yan touched his hair, it was all wet.

The rain was crackling on the umbrella, Qi Mo said, "Ah Yan, don't be sad."

"I'm not sad."

"She is Xiao Yan's mother, and she cares about Xiao Lan. I am your object, and I only care about you."

"I know."

"We are partners and relatives. You have relatives, but you are not alone."

"I know, I know when I'm with you."

"Do you want to adopt a dog? Golden retrievers are fine, and huskies are fine, too, but they're too noisy."

"Do you want to adopt?"

"Um—well, I don't really think about it. I don't have enough time in the two worlds, so I don't want to share it with a dog."

"Then don't raise them."

"Will it be boring?"

"No, I've already raised a sunflower, eating melon seeds every day, it's very lively."

As the figures clinging to each other receded, the voice of the conversation gradually decreased.

The author has something to say: Although she may not know, Ms. Yang will live a happy life, but after thinking about it again and again, Qitang let her know.

Ordinary people die unexpectedly, at least relatives and friends will remember them, live in another way, and leave their mark on the world.But Xiao Lan is different. If no one knows the truth, he will be forgotten by time in the end, and even the traces of his existence will be erased.

Death is terrible, but being completely replaced is even more terrible.

So Qitang felt that at least his beloved mother should know the truth.

PS: Xiao Yan deliberately let Ms. Yang know

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