Chapter 438

Since the age of 13, how many midnight dreams have you dreamed of? You will think of your mother's voice. How much do you think that your mother can talk as usual. Despite his temper, you open the quilt for him and let him get up for breakfast and go to school.

But this dream is like something that happened yesterday. It can't be repeated again, leaving only cold tears on his face, just as he is now.

However, the tears are no longer cold, but hot.

Because after he pinched himself, he was sure he wasn't dreaming. The voice of his mobile phone really haunted his mother's voice.

When the tears poured out like a fountain and fell on the skirt, there was a low cry from the mobile phone.

Fan YingYing and her son sobbed across their mobile phones.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yuan raised his hand and wiped his tears, took a deep breath, smiled and asked, "Mom, when will you go home?"

There have been countless times that Fang Yuan fantasized about what he would say when his parents came back one day.

Where have you been?

Wherever you go, can you say hello to me in advance?

So I left quietly, leaving me alone, looking for you all over the world at the age of 13. What's this?

What have you done over the years? No matter what you want to say in the first sentence, you will question them with strong resentment.

Perhaps, I will excitedly point at them and say that they are incompetent and act like parents!

But in fact, when it was determined that the mother was crying in a low voice on the mobile phone, he smiled and asked her when to go home with the most plain and gentle voice.

This tone, just like fan Yingying left him for a few days to visit relatives and friends in other places, has no resentment, only the gentleness that he can't understand.

"Xiao, Xiao Yuan, I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry for you."

Fan Yingying over there sucked her nose heavily, followed by a series of apologies.

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Yuan leaned back, looked up at the night sky with his mobile phone and said softly, "you are my mother. No matter what you do, you are right. There must be a reason for you to do so. I believe that no matter why you leave me, it must be for my good, right? "

Fan Yingying was just crying in a low voice over there. The cry became more and more urgent and repressed (she should have covered her mouth with her hands), but she couldn't say a word.

"Mom, where are you now? Are you with my father? "

Fang Yuan didn't hear her mother's cry, but she was nagging like an old woman, leisurely lit a cigarette and said, "can you tell me where you are and I'll find you. I -- really miss you. Well, I'd love to. "

"Xiao Yuan, my parents are sorry for you. I'm sorry."

Fan Yingying finally stopped crying, but all she had to do was apologize and say nothing else.

"Mom, are you in Beijing?"

Fang Yuan held his cell phone in front of his face, looked at the number and whispered, "I'll find you now, okay?"

"No!"

This time, fan Yingying refused without any room for discussion.

"Why?"

Fang Yuan feels that he can always maintain a peaceful heart he has never had before, and he is strong enough to withstand any blow and pressure.

But he didn't find that when he asked these two words, his voice had an obvious crying cavity and a vibrato.

No matter how strong he is, his extreme desire to re embrace his parents makes him stay at the age of 13 forever.

Thirteen year old Fang Yuan, no matter how strong, can only be a half child.

"Xiao Yuan, don't think about your parents in the future -- in the next life, your father and I will be cattle and horses to repay you. Xiao Yuan, remember, you must live well and be strong. Also, you are not allowed to go to the dark world in the future, never! "

Fan Yingying's voice suddenly hurried up. Like a drowning man struggling on the water, she tried to say what she wanted to say to the world before she sank into the water.

Then, before Fangyuan could react, a beep came from the mobile phone.

End of call.

Fang Yuan looked at the mobile phone screen that suddenly lit but slowly darkened. He was stunned for a long time. He didn't wake up until the sound of a car speeding by in the distance. Then he sat up straight and began to redial the number like crazy.

"The number you dialed is turned off, please redial later --"

Redial again and again, the cold voice came from the mobile phone.

In fact, Fang Yuan subconsciously knew that after his first call back, it had been proved that fan Yingying would not answer his phone again, but he still didn't give up trying to redial one after another.

He hoped that his mother could understand his current mood, feel how much he missed her, and no longer ignore some external pressure, just like taking the initiative to call him after 13 years of disappearance and answering his cell phone.

Unfortunately, fan Yingying didn't start up again.

"Who? Who's there? "

Just around the corner, with his head down like a wounded beast, panting and always redialing the mobile phone number, several dazzling beams of light came, and someone shouted.

It was Liu Guangli who began to patrol around the building.

Fang Yuan ignored them and still dialed his cell phone there.

"What, who!"

Liu Guangli and others scolded and trotted over: "what are you doing, brother yuan and brother yuan?"

When they ran close, they found that the shadow sitting under the wall was square. They were surprised and wondered.

After seeing us coming, brother yuan didn't look up or speak. He poked at his mobile phone there, but his tears crackled. What's the matter with him?

Liu Guangli and others looked at each other for a moment, then turned around tacitly and walked away quickly.

After the footsteps disappeared, Fang Yuan, who kept making calls, was finally angry. He raised his mobile phone and fell hard on the holly in front (a cluster of green belts). Then he got up, turned around and punched the building wall.

Bang, bang!

As I said earlier, Fang Yuan's full strength is enough to break the bluestone ten centimeters later.

So now when he's crazy, every punch he hits is stronger.

However, the building is not a bluestone slab. At most, it can make a dull sound, but there is blood splashing - no matter how hard his fist is, it can't be as hard as cement. He always keeps hitting the wall, and his finger joints have long been blurred.

There was blood dripping on his chest.

Miss Yan looked up at the gray night sky in the south, just like a statue, she couldn't move.

The blood that bit her lips, mixed with tears, dropped on her chest and wet her blue Taoist robe - blood, obviously dark, just like the blue Taoist robe, is the most insignificant in the dark, but why can you see the drops of blood and tears standing at the faucet two meters opposite her, just like peach blossoms?

In the dark night, Jieran blossoms one after another.

There are also some hot mobile phones, which are clenched in the right hand of the faucet.

With a little force on the faucet, the mobile phone, which is said to be made of steel plate, slowly deforms. Together with the mobile phone card bought from the roadside stall, it becomes a mass of scrap iron.

The dragon head raised his hand, and the scrap iron crumpled into a ball flew far down the hill.

When it made a soft noise, Miss Yan's dull eyes finally moved slightly, and then closed their eyes.

"Alas."

She always looked at her faucet, sighed gently, turned slowly to the south, turned her back to miss Yan Si and said slowly, "thirteen years, well, in a few months, it will be thirteen years, more than 4000 days and nights. It is supposed to be enough for a person to forget some things and some people. But you -- "

Miss Yan raised her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth. Her voice was incomparably indifferent: "now, I can still remember that when I left home that afternoon, the quartz clock on my wall pointed to 4:33. I can better imagine that around five o'clock, my son will push the door and go home. The first thing he shouted was, mom, have you cooked the meal? I'm starving. "

"Is it good for you to keep these in mind?"

The faucet turned around and looked at her again. He said faintly, "I can't think of anything good except pain."

"Pain is also a good thing. At least it can prove that I'm still alive."

Miss Yan turned and walked to the small Taoist temple.

"I've been kind enough to let you meet him. Yan Si, don't -- "

Long tou just said this, Miss Yan turned around, suddenly opened her mouth, but closed it again. After a long time, she said in a gloomy tone, "he is my son."

"Yes, he is your son, but he is a victim!"

The tone of the leader was also severe: "a very valuable victim! From the day he was born, his fate has been doomed! In those days, if you hadn't knelt in front of the old man and begged, how could you have been allowed to guard him for 13 years? Yan Si, you should remember how you promised the old man. "

Miss Yan Si bit her painful lips tightly, shook her body and didn't speak.

"At that time, our candidate was Chen Wanyue, but you volunteered -- I know, that was the most difficult time for your Yan family. If you want to get out of the dilemma, someone must sacrifice. You chose your destiny, willingly. "

The dragon head sneered: "hum, but just after you were born, you repented, and you begged the old man."

These words of Longtou, like a big hammer, beat Yan Si hard, making her stagger back a few steps, raised her hand to hold a tree, cried low, and pasted her exquisite face on the trunk.

"You are much happier than Chen Wanyue."

Longtou took a deep breath and said faintly, "at least, you can raise your son for 13 years, even if you don't love Fang Tianming at all. But what about Chen Wanyue? Where's her biological daughter? She has always been kept in the dark, and she has been by your son, Yan Si. You have to think about Chen Wanyue carefully, so you won't suffer. "

With these words, the dragon head turned and lifted his legs down the mountain, walking very slowly, but every step was very hard.

"Faucet!"

When the thinner and thinner figure of Longtou was about to disappear in Yan Si's sight, she called him.

The tap stopped, but didn't look back.

"I want to ask you, what kind of feeling do you have when you think of poor Chen Wanyue? When you dream back at midnight, will you cry, go crazy, beat your chest and scold yourself as a weak woman like me? "

Yan Si took a few quick steps forward, saying and walking.

"One more word and I'll kill you."

The sound of the faucet still sounded so calm and dignified that it could not be resisted.

But why was his body shaking?

Like leaves blown by the wind.

"Ha ha!"

Yan Si smiled, so indulgent.

Laughter startled a pair of night birds in the tree, flapping their wings and heading south like arrows.