dream winter

Meng Dongchu chatted until late at night, and came to S City with He Yun on the third day.

When he arrived in S City, the first thing he did was to call Song Yuan and ask him which company the boss of the company he mentioned that day was from.

He had made up his mind to find out what happened to his mother, if she was still alive.Regardless of whether it is a memory that cannot be faced or not, the blood and blood must be recognized.

Meng Dongchu's own gossip was everywhere, even the birth mother's name was published in Linhai city newspaper.Now if you boldly go to a private detective, you are afraid that the media in Linhai City will not find a topic.

Fortunately, He Yun's agent knew someone. The detective agency had a good reputation, and the clients they served were either rich or expensive, and there was absolutely no problem with confidentiality.He Yun insisted on finding someone in his name, and prevented Meng Dongchu from coming forward, saving a lot of trouble.

After such a toss, He Yun's three-day vacation was over, and he was going back to the capital to continue working. After parting with He Yun, Meng Dongchu returned to the hotel.

After taking a shower, he sat in his hotel room with the lights off, doing nothing.For these years, he has lived without "distracting his mind", not recalling the past, not planning the future, sensuality, laughing and cursing, so he has not lived a good life, but at least, no matter how important he encounters, there are lunatics Such keenness and courage.For example, when the school was with the class monitor, for example, when he broke up with Song Yuan, for example, after making a big fuss at Meng’s house and then running away, he quickly pulled away after raising a knife in his hand, so he suffered a lot less pain.

At this time, for the first time, he was troubled by his decision, entangled in pain.He even wanted to call the private investigator to end the commission.He was afraid that what he saw was the real mother, and he was afraid that he would not be able to see it. He was worried about what he would do if he saw the real mother, and how to question him. He wanted to go to the mother in this way, right? Is there a better solution?He was going to give up trying to understand his mother at any moment. If He Yun hadn't encouraged him this time, he would have been trapped again and struggled.

He felt that although he had not faced it for so many years, although the pain had been alleviated, his life had actually been standing still.In the end, he still had to face it. It was only when he faced this moment that he realized that all his previous courage was fake, and that he himself was so weak.

At this time, the phone rang, and it was Song Yuan.

Meng Dongchu looked at the word Song Yuan on the screen, hesitated for a while before answering.Meng Dongchu had exchanged numbers with Song Yuan after he said that his mother Kenneng was still alive. He thought it would be over after he told the news, but he didn't expect him to call again.

"I know you've come to S city, which hotel?" Song Yuan said.

"Morrowind." Meng Dongchu said.

"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, let's meet up in the restaurant downstairs. I'll make a reservation." Song Yuan said.

"Okay." Meng Dongchu didn't want to agree at first, he was still worried about his mother's matter, and really didn't want to add another thing.But think about it, I haven't had a good chat with Song Yuan, the two times I met on the road in Qingping County, both were occasions for chatting, if he has something to say, it's good to say it clearly.

The next day, Meng Dongchu arrived early and sat at Song Yuan's seat waiting for him.The seat seemed to be specially found for him, in the corner against the wall, very hidden.He was wearing a black tracksuit today and a black baseball cap buttoned up, not wanting to be recognized.

Meng Dongchu waited for about ten minutes, five minutes earlier than the scheduled time, when Song Yuan appeared wearing a neat suit and carrying a briefcase.Meng Dongchu's position was perfect, with the pillars on the side to cover him, he could see the seats in front, but it was difficult for the people in the front seats to pay attention to him in the corner.

Song Yuan walked to a place four or five tables away from Meng Dongchu obliquely in front of him, and nodded to Meng Dongchu as a greeting, but he didn't intend to come over.Meng Dongchu didn't understand why Song Yuan invited him out but acted like he was here to discuss business, but he didn't sit down, as if he saw someone coming at the door, put down his briefcase, and turned to invite someone up.

Meng Dongchu was wondering, but he saw Song Yuan calling a middle-aged couple over and asking them to sit down.From Meng Dongchu's perspective, he could only see Song Yuan's back and a quarter of his right side face, but he happened to be able to fully see the middle-aged couple.The middle-aged man is tall, a little fat, with a smile on his face, and the middle-aged woman...!When Meng Dongchu saw the face of the delicately dressed woman, he was stunned. After a few seconds, he felt his hands trembling.

He couldn't see Song Yuan's expression, he didn't know what Song Yuan's expression was now - after planning all this meticulously, let him meet his mother in this way.

Yes, it's my mother. After so many years, there are some traces of time on her face, but that face, smiling demeanor, and unique elegance in her gestures are all exactly the same as the mother in memory.Many years ago, she was the one who came back from working overtime every night and still had to check Meng Dongchu's homework when she was exhausted. It was she who taught him to strive and study hard to change his destiny. Small county towns, ancient city walls, museums, old streets... walk through them one by one; take him to play during holidays, watch Hollywood blockbusters, literary movies, or take a long car to the seaside, to ancient towns... When life is not rich, she Still have the ability to make life a flower.

One day, she left.For a long time, Meng Dongchu thought she was dead.

Now this person is actually sitting at the dining table three seats away from him, with a stylized smile.Judging by the way she dresses, she's had a pretty good time.Coats and boots are the safest styles of international big brands, and they are expensive, and they carry tens of thousands of dollars in bags.There is a mature and confident smile in the smile, which is very different from the neatly dressed but cheap mother in the memory, who is busy in the factory with her head bowed.All of this, if she lives in a small county town with Meng Dongchu's oil bottle, she probably can't expect it for a lifetime.

Meng Dongchu suddenly understood the reason why she abandoned herself and told a big lie.

Meng Dongchu didn't know what to do.He can't do anything.His whole body froze after recognizing his mother.

So he could only nest in the corner, like a peeping paparazzi, staring at his former mother without blinking, recalling many memories in his heart, those memories buried for too long, yellowed, old, moldy and rotten, depressing.

They seemed to be chatting with Song Yuan about business matters, mostly middle-aged men were talking, and the mother occasionally said a few words, and at the end of the talk, Song Yuan even took out some documents for the other party to see.Then Song Yuan got up, shook hands with them politely, and walked out together.

Meng Dongchu waited for Song Yuan to return.While he was waiting, he ordered another cup of coffee and drank it slowly to calm down.He understood that all of this was designed by Song Yuan, and even the choice of seats had been checked in advance.When Meng Dongchu wanted to hide, to give up, to escape, Song Yuan so straightforwardly pulled him out of the swamp of sinking, and faced the reality.

Meng Dongchu likes to gamble, he knows it's bad, and he knows how to do it well, but he just can't quit.He knew that it was good for him to "face it", but he just didn't want to face it.Mostly because of despair.

Like many years ago, Song Yuan tried to help him break through those despairs.

He was a little fortunate that when he was at a loss what to do, there was Song Yuan who came to arrange all this.It's just that he didn't expect that four years later, he would still do this.Thinking of this, Meng Dongchu laughed inexplicably.

There is no sugar in the black coffee, he never felt bitter, but at this moment he felt a little bit bitter.

Song Yuan came back and sat directly in front of Meng Dongchu.

"You saw it, didn't you?" Song Yuan asked.

Meng Dongchu knew that the "really" was to confirm to him whether it was Jiang's mother, he was unwilling to speak, turned his gaze to one side, and nodded.

Song Yuan saw that his eyes were reddish, and tears glistened under his dark eyes.

"This time, I will trouble you." Meng Dongchu said.

Song Yuan knew that Meng Dongchu was extremely sensitive and couldn't face matters related to his family. When he was a child, whenever people mentioned Meng Dongchu's father, whatever they said would be enough for that top student to hurt internally for a long time.But the abscess had to be punctured, Meng Dongchu didn't dare, so Song Yuan came.It was the only thing he could do to help him now.

"Her name is Jiang Rumei, the pronunciation has not changed, but two words have been changed. The wife of the chairman of Ruize Group, from Qingping County, City H, married the director of a foreign trade garment factory in City S more than ten years ago, and has been helping the factory ever since. Management, follow my husband to make the company bigger and bigger. I gave birth to a son, who will be a freshman in high school this year." Song Yuan roughly talked about what he heard from the inside of the company.

Meng Dongchu listened, his eyes were red, and he was unusually silent.

"After that, what are you going to do?" Song Yuan asked.

"I don't know." Meng Dongchu said truthfully. "If it was me before, what would I do?"

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Find out the address of his home, find a day when his family members are there, ring the doorbell, and come in."

Meng Dongchu smiled sadly: "It's so amazing."

"Or, bury this matter in your heart for the rest of your life." Song Yuan lowered his voice.

It was the two decisions that Meng Dongchu had been lingering in his mind just now, hesitating.

Meng Dongchu glanced at Song Yuan who was opposite him. He met him twice in Qingping County, and they both had a hasty conversation and then walked away. Now he has a chance to take a good look at him.His eyes are still firm, and his facial features have become angular. Compared with the silent boy who was oppressed by homework in his youth, he is now more energetic and mature.

But he is still the Song Yuan who understood him so well back then, which is really disappointing.