who are you

Zhexiang is a small city located in the basin, two to three hundred kilometers away from Kyoto.There are many cloudy days here, few sunny days, and there is no sunshine.Sometimes it rains and it doesn't stop for three to five days.Summer is sweltering, and the streets are full of girls in miniskirts. Winter is cold and damp, with no strong winds and no snow.

Five-year-old Fang Yisheng returned to the old tube building alone after school with his empty schoolbag on his back.There was an old rattan chair next to a pile of rubbish downstairs, and the gray-haired old man was lying on it again listening to the radio.Not far away, a few aunts were eating melon seeds and chatting, and some people walking their dogs were walking back leisurely.

"Yo." When Fang Yisheng passed by the old man, the old man seemed to have sensed it, and lazily raised his eyelids to look at him, showing a complicated expression, and said hello, "You're back? Boy."

Fang Yisheng nodded, and was about to go upstairs when he stopped him and hugged him.

"Why are you in a hurry to go back? Do your homework? Play with grandpa for a while before going up."

"The teacher assigned five copybooks today, and I still haven't memorized the letters." Fang Yisheng struggled a bit, honestly wanting to go home.

"Look, what is this?" The old man took his antique radio and shook it in front of Fang Yisheng, "Grandpa will listen to the radio for you."

Fang Yisheng felt that the radio was not good, so he repeated those few lines—if he was older, he would know that those were all recordings, not real-time broadcasts—there are very few radio stations in this era, at least in Zhexiang. less than.

"Let me tell you a story about 'the crow drinks water'."

"I heard about it the day before yesterday." Fang Yisheng wanted to cry because of the unusually large amount of homework today, so he bit the old man's hand that was holding him tightly, thank God he finally escaped, and ran upstairs in a hurry.

"Oh, this kid!" The old man was not angry after being bitten, looked at his back and sighed heavily, then lay down and continued to listen to his radio.

The door of his house was left open again, Fang Yisheng was used to it.He gently opened the door, afraid of disturbing the people in the room, and ran into the bedroom barefoot after entering the door.

There is a wooden table in the bedroom, which his mother made for him last year. Although it was rough sawn, it is still usable, but it looks a little shorter this year.

The small living room is dark, the small kitchen is also dark, only the small bedroom with the door closed is lit.

Before Fang Yisheng approached, he heard a moan coming from inside.

"what!"

"Slow down, take it easy, okay..."

It was his mother's voice, mixed with some strange noises, and then suddenly a man's masculine voice sounded.

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"what……"

Fang Yisheng stopped immediately.He didn't know what was going on in the bedroom, he only knew that his mother didn't allow him to go in at this time, and didn't want his presence to be seen by the man.

Thinking of this, Fang Yisheng immediately ran downstairs quickly with his schoolbag on his back, passed by the old man again and greeted him proactively, then passed by like a gust of wind, ran to sit down at a stone table not far away, and put his pen on the table. Take out your notebook and book to do your homework.

The sun was setting, and about half an hour later, I saw a muscular man in a white shirt leisurely pacing out of the tube building with a cheap cigarette in his mouth.Fang Yisheng looked at the man and lowered his head.

Fang Yisheng packed his things and went home after the man had gone away.The deck chairs were empty, and the old man went home for dinner.

As soon as the door was opened, I saw my mother was cooking in an apron. Her hair looked a little wet, and I didn't know whether it was oily smoke or sweat.

"I am back."

Fang's mother glanced back at him and said, "You're back? Do your homework for a while, and dinner will be ready soon."

During the meal, Mother Fang said happily: "Yisheng, mom will buy you some seafood tomorrow. What do you want to eat? Shrimp or crab?"

With rice grains in his mouth, Fang Yisheng chewed earnestly for a while, and when he swallowed, he said, "No shells."

"Why?"

"Eating is inconvenient."

"Mom can peel it off for you."

"J."

Mother Fang's eyes dimmed, and after a while, she said, "Alright, save the money so that I can pay your tuition fees in the future."

"Mother."

"what?"

"The teacher said that he would tell everyone about his father tomorrow, but I don't know how to say it."

"..."

"Mother?"

"Yes...does every child have to say it?"

"There are also some students who don't need to talk about it."

"Ok?"

"They don't need to talk about orphans. Why?"

Fang's mother suddenly covered her face, choked up, and said after a while, "I'm a student, my mother will teach you."

The next day, Fang Yisheng stood on the school podium, reciting solemnly: "My father is the most outstanding person in the world. He has jet-black hair, and he rubs some care oil with rosin every day. He also has With a pair of bright and sharp eyes, he is good at seizing the opportunity and doing a lucrative business. If he is still alive, he will buy me the most beautiful clothes and shoes, the most interesting toys, and listen to my daily troubles. Enlighten me and tell me that he is willing to pluck me all the stars in the sky."

After class, the students surrounded Fang Yisheng and asked, "Fang Yisheng, Fang Yisheng, is your father really that good?"

Fang Yisheng nodded and said, "My mother told me so."

"Oh—" The students responded meaningfully, looked at each other, and dispersed.

In the corridor, groups of children couldn't wait to talk about gossip.

"I heard from grandma that Fang Yi gave birth to his mother for that."

"Do that? Do which?"

"It's skin, meat, raw, and Italian!"

"what is that?"

"I don't know, anyway, it's very bad! Don't play with Fang Yisheng, everyone."

"Ah... I know! I know! In this case, Fang Yisheng doesn't know how many fathers he has!"

"What's the point?"

"that is……"

"What are you talking about?" Fang Yisheng suddenly appeared in the corridor.

The classmates looked at him and laughed happily: "Fang Yisheng, Fang Yisheng, how many fathers do you have?"

Before Fang Yisheng could react, they laughed and ran away.

When Fang Yisheng was eight years old, his mother died.She died of an unspeakable illness.My limbs were covered with abscesses, and my vocal cords were severely damaged. When the pain progressed to an advanced stage, I had to lie in bed all day long and had trouble moving. Later, I couldn't even speak clearly.

During that time, Fang Yisheng was unwilling to go to school, so he stayed at home and watched over his mother, listening to her hoarse voice saying to him with her last strength: "Be hopeful and live well."

He cried badly.I remembered that the school assigned a composition a long time ago, and the title was "Hope". He piled up a lot of good words and sentences that he usually copied on it, and added a little positive material story. As expected, he got a high score ...But now, he suddenly realized that he didn't understand what "hope" was. He felt that the word was far away from him, shining like a star, untouchable.

It was late at night, Fang Yisheng was tired from crying, and accidentally dozed off, and his mother went quietly.There is no farewell, but a star has gone out in the sky.

When Fang's mother was buried, everyone in Tongzilou contributed.Even Granny Liang, whose mother never had a good face on weekdays, just kept sighing during the funeral.

"Bitter, bitter."

Mother Fang was carried into the coffin by Fang Yisheng himself. Although he was young and the adults wanted to help, he stubbornly insisted on doing it by himself.

He felt that his mother was so light, probably because she had been ill for a long time and lost weight, but for some reason, he remembered the saying of 21 grams of soul that he had heard before.

Among the so much lighter weight, will 21 grams be the weight of his mother's soul?

A week after Fang Yisheng became an orphan, a black solar-powered luxury car with a domineering aura came down from Tongzilou, and picked up Fang Yisheng who had started to eat a lot of food without saying a word.

Fang Yisheng looked in horror at the silent man wearing sunglasses sitting in the back seat. There were too many questions in his mind, but he couldn't say a word.

The man glanced at him indifferently, and after a long time opened his lips and said the first sentence.

"Go to the hospital."

Fang Yisheng thought it was to himself, but he didn't expect it to be to the driver.They traveled all the way to the most luxurious hospital in the city. On the way, Fang Yisheng smelled a faint scent of pine on the man's body more than once.

In that big hospital, the man's bodyguard led Fang Yisheng into the blood draw department.After passing many departments along the way, Fang Yisheng only had one thought in his mind from beginning to end.

It would be nice if my mother could come.

Fang Yisheng didn't cry when the needle pierced into the flesh.It does hurt, but it's okay.

The doctor in the white coat took the blood and went into the room. Within 10 minutes, he came out with a report and handed it to the man with the rosin on his body.

"Oh." After looking at it for a long time, the man snorted and said in a contemptuous tone, "She really didn't lie to me."

After finishing speaking, he walked up to Fang Yisheng, took off his sunglasses, looked at Fang Yisheng seriously for a while, then stretched out his big palm to pat Fang Yisheng's thin back, and said, "Come on, come home with me."

Fang Yisheng saw those bright and sharp eyes.

Finally, he plucked up his courage and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" The man seemed to have heard some absurd question, and let out a deep laugh from his throat, the arrogance in his bones penetrated into the air soundlessly, causing Fang Yisheng to shiver. "I'm your father, Fang Yu Dian."

——The man who stands at the top of the world's business circle, the creator of the legend of Star Trail Group, a legend that countless people look up to.

Such a person is actually his father, Fang Yisheng's mind went blank, and he couldn't say anything, only what his mother said kept echoing in his ears.

——Your father is the best person in the world.

——If he is still alive, he will buy you the most beautiful clothes and shoes, buy you the most interesting toys, listen to your daily troubles and enlighten you, and tell you that he is willing to put the stars in the sky I pick them all up for you.

——He has the ability to make you the happiest child in the world...

——Be hopeful and live well.

"Why did you... come now."

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