Miss Drama is slightly sweet

Fortunately, there was no danger, Zhao Mingda was lucky to be rescued by an unknown person, and when he slowed down and wanted to thank him, the person was already gone. Zhao Mingda sat on the steps, patting his knees with his hands, Sighing deeply, he looked up at the sky. The balcony was particularly dazzling. Zhao Mingda was wearing a formal suit, but at this moment he became a little embarrassed, his tie was ripped off, and his hair looked extraordinarily messy. Zhao Mingda was panting heavily. Mingda stood up suddenly and took out the key from his pocket.Walking into the empty room, Zhao Mingda suddenly felt a little lonely in his heart: It seems that the place where I live will be found by those people soon, and I have to leave this place for a while. "But where am I going?" Realizing an important question, Zhao Mingda had nowhere to shelter him from the wind, and with his clothes still in his hand, he suddenly slumped on the ground, deep in thought.When he learned that Zhao Mingda came back, the door was also open, so his subordinates knocked on the door, stuck his head out to poke inside, Zhao Mingda responded casually, "Come in." At this moment, he wanted to lie on the bed and fall asleep. He didn't think about anything, but something unexpected happened today, and Zhao Mingda had to rack his brains to solve it, otherwise the consequences would be serious. "You're back, where are you going?" Seeing that Zhao Mingda opened the suitcase and was still arranging his clothes, his subordinates were baffled and puzzled.

What the boss is doing now really makes them more and more incomprehensible. Where is he going when he just came back?Could it be that he wanted to leave them behind and run away? "I have to leave for a few days, you just stay here with peace of mind." His tone seemed urgent, and his subordinates also heard that there was something in Zhao Mingda's words, so they didn't ask any more questions, but helped carry things downstairs, Watching Zhao Mingda leave.They also realized that without Yifan by their side, many things would always happen, but there is no way to do it, everyone has their own choice, Zhao Mingda stepped on the accelerator when he was driving, and the energy came, and the wind also followed suit. As he grew bigger and his hair was thrown back, he suddenly thought of a place, that is, to go back to his hometown, where he was busy with his own affairs most of the time, and rarely went back to visit, so he took advantage of the opportunity now.

Gradually driving into the countryside, the road is not as flat as the city, but twists and turns, people come and go, adults go to work in the field, the old man has moved a small stool to sit under the tree to enjoy the shade, and the children are laughing and playing. It's too harmonious, the little bird lives wonderfully in this atmosphere, and is also singing the praises of the countryside. It has to be said that Zhao Mingda was also attracted by all these at one time, and he yearned for this simple but happy little life.

"Boy, who are you driving to find?" Enthusiastic villagers stepped forward and asked, with a hoe still on their shoulders, they bent down to say hello to Zhao Mingda. It is accumulated over the years. "It's okay, let's take a look here." Rolling down the car window, Zhao Mingda smiled politely, but he didn't say the purpose of coming here. Maybe everyone didn't know him at all, because his mother never formally met these folks. Speaking of themselves, their mother left early, maybe they can't remember it either.Seeing Zhao Mingda running all the way here, the middle-aged man put down the hoe in his hand, waved to him vigorously, and signaled Zhao Mingda to get off the car, "Let's have a meal together, it's not easy to find a restaurant here." It turns out It was an invitation to Zhao Mingda, the door of his house was open, and the yard was very lively, Zhao Mingda felt that it was inconvenient, so he declined to leave and headed towards the place where his mother was buried.He didn't come here many times, but he knew this road very well, and soon came to the place where his mother was buried. Zhao Mingda parked the car, holding flowers in his hands, knelt down on his knees, and placed the flowers on his mother's bed. Zhao Mingda kowtowed in front of his grave, and said to his mother, "I'm here to see your mother, it's okay here." Zhao Mingda, who came prepared, took out the wine and quilt from the basket, and placed them neatly , filled it up, and sat in front of him. He looked at his mother's grave affectionately, as if he was chatting with her. When he turned his head, he found that there was a small wooden house beside her with her mother's name written on it. Zhao Mingda guessed that There should be something about the mother.

"Wait for me." Zhao Mingda got up and walked towards the cabin. The exterior looks quite exquisite, and the decoration is the style that his mother likes.It has been a long time without taking care of it, and the inside is a mess. Zhao Mingda simply cleaned it. When he opened the small drawer, he found a book inside. After Zhao Mingda hesitated, he picked it up and gently patted the surface with his hand Dust, carefully open it to see, these things have been stored for a long time, if there is too much movement, they will easily disperse.

Looking at it, a man appeared in Zhao Mingda's field of vision, and Zhao Mingda's heart was complicated: This man is the man who has disappeared since I was born, the man my mother loves to the extreme, but why does he treat me like this? Mother?Thinking of this, Zhao Mingda was disheartened. He sat down slowly against the cabinet, biting his lips. He watched the trees outside the window fluttering in the wind. Zhao Mingda seemed to be hypnotized and fell into thinking. Zhao Mingda I found that Fu Haoyi's performance these days was very abnormal, and Fu Heng was the same. If it weren't for Fu Heng's every move, Zhao Mingda would not know so many truths. Zhao Mingda was sure that he was Fu Haoyi's half-brother. "But what if we know?" After closing the door, Zhao Mingda walked towards his mother's grave, sitting on the ground, holding the ground with his hands, Zhao Mingda was talking to himself, he looked at the blue sky and white clouds, the environment here is still Very good, the air is also good. "I can't do anything." Zhao Mingda shrugged his shoulders, he was asking and answering himself, because no one could talk to him at this time, and from Zhao Mingda's self-questioning and answering, he could hear his inner voice .There are still people farming in this place, but it is relatively small. People passing by are talking about Zhao Mingda, "It has been a long time since no one has visited this grave, and weeds have grown around it." "Yes! Every year People only show up here during the holidays." Everyone seemed a little gossip, but the work in their hands never stopped, and their eyes looked at Zhao Mingda from time to time.

It's getting late, but Zhao Mingda didn't want to leave for a long time, the villagers were worried, and walked towards him, "Young man, it's getting late, and it's time to go back." In fact, they were concerned about Zhao Mingda, Also watching his facial expressions. "It's almost time to go back." Zhao Mingda looked up at the villagers, then lowered his head to sort out the things he brought along, as well as the rubbish. It can be seen that he is a person of high quality, and the villagers nodded silently.But he was not at all happy that he and Fu Haoyi were half-brothers, because his mother hanged herself in front of him because Fu Haoyi's mother and Fu Haoyi's father got married, so in the final analysis it was all caused by Fu Haoyi's mother. Think this way to comfort yourself.