Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Hearing that Zhuo Yang was going back to Lidao, the friends who had been with him for more than a year were very reluctant.Everyone met for a meal of Chinese food, as a practice for him.The white boy Benny drank a lot of wine, his face was as red as two ripe peaches, he hugged Zhuo Yang's shoulders and chattered endlessly, saying that he must visit him in Lidao during the holidays, and told him Zhuo Yang helped him find a capable martial arts master, and asked him to teach him Chinese Kung Fu.

After the party, it was raining misty outside, Zhuo Yang waved his friends off, and walked along the small street alone with an umbrella.Pedestrians come and go, their faces and figures are hidden under colorful umbrellas. The colors of those umbrellas are washed bright and tender by the rain, like small round flowers blooming on the green brick road.

A tall figure appeared and disappeared in the crowd, following Zhuo Yang from a distance, and the sound of footsteps was drowned in the rain, pattering.

While walking, Zhuo Yang seemed to be tripped by something, staggered, and then squatted down.The man ran two steps suddenly, and stopped abruptly. He wasn't sure if his son saw his face when he drove out that day, and he didn't dare to show up rashly.

Ordinarily, the surroundings were dim at that time, and the car lights were bright. Looking at the light, one should not be able to see anything clearly, not to mention that it happened suddenly, and there was only a hasty flash.But after all, what he has to face is his own son. Which father would like to be seen by his child as a cruel and cold-blooded side?

After hesitating for a moment, the man pulled down the thread cap, carefully covered the gauze wrapped around his head, and then hid under the big umbrella, pretending to pass by casually.

Unexpectedly, he had just approached, and before he had time to sneak a peek at his son's condition, Zhuo Yang stood up by himself, his big black and white eyes "coincidentally" cast on him, and asked politely: "Sir, do you know this?" What is the name of the street? I sprained my foot and wanted to call my family to pick me up, but..." He spread his hands and showed a helpless smile about his IQ.

The man was stunned for a moment. For the first time in more than ten years, he was close to him and heard his son speak with his own ears. He almost had the urge to run away.After standing numbly for a long time, he raised his fingers stiffly and pointed to the road sign behind Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang slapped his forehead and laughed at himself: "I'm so confused."

The man stared blankly at Zhuo Yang making phone calls to his family, during which his gaze stayed on his face from time to time, sincere and gentle, without any trace of suspicion.

After confirming that the other party did not recognize him, the man tentatively proposed: "You... since your ankle is twisted, why don't I help you to the coffee shop next to you to have a rest?"

Zhuo Yang readily agreed: "Then to express my gratitude, let me treat you to coffee."

This idea made the man overjoyed. He naturally attributed this sense of intimacy to the blood relationship. The bond between father and son, even if they were separated for ten years, could not be severed.

After sitting down, the waiter brought steaming coffee, Zhuo Yang took the initiative to start the conversation and asked, "Listen to your accent, are you from Lidao?"

The man nodded quickly, but didn't speak.

Zhuo Yang smiled happily: "That's such a coincidence, me too! No wonder I felt so kind when I saw you just now."

"Do you think I'm kind?" The man couldn't believe his ears, his face turned unconsciously, and he hid in the shadows, "You...you haven't been frightened by the scar on my face?"

Zhuo Yang's eyes widened in surprise: "How could it be! A scar is modified to make him look more manly. At first glance, he looks like a person with experience and stories. I'm very envious!"

Unexpectedly, he would hear such praise from his son. The man smiled a little embarrassedly, and suddenly remembered something: "You are so young, did you come to Australia to study?"

Zhuo Yang thought for a while in embarrassment, and said frankly: "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you. In fact, I ran out after arguing with my adoptive father." Soon he showed a relaxed expression again, "I didn't know that my adoptive father was doing it for me until I left home. I figured, so now we're back together, you know, adolescence is always a little rebellious."

"Why, were you adopted...the biological parents..." The man's voice was very low, as if he was asking a question or muttering to himself.

Zhuo Yang chuckled lightly and said without hesitation: "My mother passed away when I was born, and my father had to leave me alone because of some accidents. It doesn't matter, everyone thinks that the adopted child will live a very unhappy life. In fact, it's completely the opposite, having a biological father and an adoptive father, one person has two paternal loves, it's simply a kind of bias."

"But, after being left behind by your biological father for so many years, you didn't resent him at all?" the man asked in surprise, his voice raised a few degrees unconsciously.

Zhuo Yang shrugged: "Why do you want to be resentful? Any father doesn't want to live with his child. He must have a reason for leaving me. The family warmth that should be had is obtained from the adoptive father. As for the biological father, because he never I've seen it, leaving a lot of room for imagination. I often secretly fantasize about his appearance in my heart. I think he should be a tall and strong man, sunny and handsome, just like... maybe just like you. He pursed his lips mischievously and smiled, "Although he can't live with me, he should actually love me very much in his heart. Maybe he is secretly looking at me somewhere, blessing me..."

The man lowered his head thoughtfully and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, I felt that the person who came to pick up Zhuo Yang was about to arrive. The man raised his head and smiled clumsily: "I... I have something to do, I have to go first. Thank you for the coffee, and besides... there are two dads Love, you must be a very happy child."

Zhuo Yang also responded with a bright smile: "Thank you for your blessings. A caring person like you must be a good father."

The man took two steps, stopped again, turned around and said in a hoarse voice, "My name is Qu Jiang, with both eyes Qu, Jiang He's Jiang."

At that moment, Zhuo Yang could clearly see that the man's eye sockets were clearly shining with crystal water vapor, like the faintly visible stars in the dark night.

When the man was completely gone, a black car slowly drove up in front of Zhuo Yang. A Yi came over, held up an umbrella, opened the door, and got in to protect Zhuo Yang.Several bodyguards hiding in the dark also lifted their guards one after another, boarded the car and left.

When Zhuo Yang sat down, Yan Yaoqin, who had already been waiting in the car, hurriedly wiped off the water droplets that accidentally dripped on his hair, and held his hands that had been blown cold by the blowing wind in his palms to warm them up, then shook his head helplessly Sighed: "how is it, is your wish fulfilled now?"

"If you borrow something from someone else, you must make some compensation." Taking up Yan Yusi's body, of course, he can't kill his biological father too much.

Yan Yaoqin naturally understood his son's temper, and smiled and teased: "What's the result? He has been against me for more than ten years. If he is really moved by a few words of yours and quits, then you are really a saint. I also want to worship him." I have come to your disciples."

Zhuo Yang snorted: "Some people like sweet, some like sour, some like hard, some like soft, different people should be treated with different attitudes." He clearly remembered the look in Qu Jiang's eyes when he left. Tears, also know what that means.

Yan Yaoqin couldn't help but rubbed his son's messy hair: "Little guy, he's a thug, he doesn't like that."

Zhuo Yang shook his head, and protested a little: "Thugs are human too, you don't understand the feelings of a father facing his son."

Yan Yaoqin couldn't help laughing: "I'm a father with three sons!"

"Oh, really?" Zhuo Yang smiled and whispered in his ear, "The so-called three sons, one is a tool for carrying on the family line, the other is an object to make up for guilt, and the remaining one... try every means to abduct them back to give them to us." You are a little lover, tell me, what do you know about the relationship between father and son?"

Yan Yaoqin was ridiculed to the brim, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he asked in a teasing soft voice: "You have never been someone else's father, how dare you assert that I don't understand?"

Zhuo Yang raised his pretty face proudly: "Who said that Bobby was brought up by me! It's not that father is better than father!"

Yan Yaoqin thought for a while, and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Silly son, aren't you comparing yourself to a puppy!"

Mr. Logan's funeral took place on a drizzly Saturday.According to Western customs, if it rains on the day of the funeral, it means that the soul of the deceased can ascend to heaven smoothly.In this regard, the friends and neighbors who came to the funeral, as well as Mrs. Logan herself, were very pleased.

There is a sacred atmosphere in the church, and the pipe organ plays Bible music, which makes people feel that there is a soul staying here and accepting the call of the gods.

The pastor with the cross on his chest said slowly: Today, we are all here to celebrate the life of Jason Logan..."

After introducing Mr. Logan's life story, a ballad song recorded by himself was played.The tune of the song was melodious and soothing, and everyone present seemed to see Mr. Logan waving goodbye to everyone on the stage.

Amid the singing, the coffin was carried through one door while family and guests went out through another.The team walked slowly, and a box was placed under the iron tree in the corridor, and everyone threw coins into it according to the custom.

Along the way, Yan Yaoqin held Zhuo Yang's hand tightly.That hand was a little too slender and cold for him.The first joint of the little finger, because it is often used to support the suspended hand when drawing a sketch, keeps rubbing against the paper surface, and then forms a large cocoon, which will feel obvious protrusion when gently stroked.The familiar touch makes people can't help playing with it all the time.

On the way back, Yan Yaoqin looked at his tired son beside him, and whispered, "I was worried that you would cry at the funeral. I really don't know what to do in that case."

Zhuo Yang raised his eyebrows: "Why, am I a crybaby in your eyes?"

Yan Yaoqin shook his head: "Because it's not, I don't know how to deal with it."

Zhuo Yang was somewhat disapproving: "Who said that we must cry when facing death? It is said that sorrow and joy are the two main themes of life. I think funerals should be relaxed and humorous. After remembering the dead, everyone is still very happy. Isn't such a funeral more meaningful if you live with a smile on your face?"

Yan Yaoqin smiled understandingly: "No one will agree with your point of view. But when I die, maybe I will be lucky enough to ask you to help me hold a funeral full of laughter."

Zhuo Yang was taken aback for a moment, if Yan Yaoqin hadn't mentioned it himself, he would have never thought that that man would also have the day of aging and death.Thinking about it in a blink of an eye, there is a slight age difference between the two, excluding diseases and accidents, Yan Yaoqin will definitely be the one who left first.Thinking that Lao Yan would no longer exist in this world after many years, he suddenly felt a sense of loss. He pursed his lips tightly, and soon he was relieved, and asked quietly: "Old Yan, are you afraid of death?"

Yan Yaoqin thought about it seriously: "I was not afraid before, but now I am. Because now I have someone who makes me have to live and protect him. Are you afraid?"

To the beautiful words, Zhuo Yang twitched his lips contemptuously: "I am not afraid of death, but I am very afraid of dying with regrets."

It was just a casual sentence that touched the pain in Yan Yaoqin's heart: "Ayang, I'm sorry..."

Zhuo Yang was helpless, smiled and squeezed his palm: "Oh, you, I've let go, can't you let go?"

Seeing that Yan Yaoqin was silent for a moment, Zhuo Yang rubbed his fingers slowly on his palm, and said softly: "If my life is like a movie, then I hope that when I disappear, the memories left to others will be all smiles. It's a happy and relaxed segment. I'm most afraid of that kind of sad and dignified atmosphere, and I'm even more afraid that that atmosphere is brought by me."

The unique energy of the son's body continuously flowed into Yan Yaoqin's body through the touch of fingers and palms.Yeah, why don't you let go?The so-called rebirth is not just to gain a new life, but to see through the old things, let go, and thus gain a new life.Yan Yaoqin closed his palms and held Zhuo Yang's hand tightly, as if he had infinite motivation.

Ayan, you must like me!If you don't like me, I have nothing...