after the reunion

"Boss Qin, you're back. Uh—" Song Nan rubbed her nose, staring at the door less than one centimeter away from the tip of his nose, feeling speechless for a while.

"Bang!" With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Song Nan was startled and turned the doorknob.

"Get out!" An ashtray was thrown at him quickly, Song Nan hurriedly closed the door, there was another muffled sound on the door, and the ashtray fell to the ground.

Then the sound of various things falling to the ground continued to be heard from inside, and Song Nan was terrified when he heard it outside, standing at the door, wondering if he should wait, go out and do something, or come back later?

When the boss came back, many contracts that had been suppressed and needed to be signed were also sent over one after another. Everyone looked at each other and listened to the sound of smashing things inside, and clicked their tongues, "What's wrong with the boss?" In a company that has always been valued.

"Buy you guys." Assistant Song thought to himself that he understood a little bit, but he didn't know if it was that matter.

He sighed and waited resignedly at the door.

"Song Nan."

"I'm here." Song Nan immediately pushed the door open and walked through the debris without changing his face, and respectfully put a stack of contracts on the table, "These must be signed by you, I have read them all."

"Yeah." Qin Muyang leaned on the boss's chair with an ugly expression, and took a cigarette in his mouth, "Sit down."

Qin Muyang never smoked in the office, and his image was always mature and calm. Song Nan thought about the news sent by the United States in the past few days, and organized his words.

"Is there any progress there?"

Sure enough, it was this. Song Nan cleared her throat and said, "Boss, I'm pretty sure that there are no other women living in Mr. Zhao's house in the United States, except Dr. Ye Shanshan. Coincidentally, if the child's birthday time is correct, then There were indeed babies crying in the house."

He hesitated for a moment, "Although it was weird, they had a neighbor in his 60s at the time. The old man used to get up early, and when he went out at about five o'clock, he was sure that there was a baby crying in the house next door."

Song Nan handed him a recording pen, "Here are his original words, you can listen to them."

Qin Muyang transferred things to the computer with a blank expression, and passed them out in fast English. The old man's voice was obviously panicked, expressing his shock and fear in English hastily.

"The house seems to be unoccupied, only a woman often goes in with things. That day I got up early as usual, and unexpectedly, there was a baby crying... just like the cry of a newborn baby..."

The old man narrated intermittently. After seven years, he seemed to still be able to recall the weirdness of that day. He stopped several times in the middle, and he could hear the oppressive atmosphere over there.

Qin Muyang closed the computer suddenly, "Go and help me book a plane ticket for tonight, and contact those two doctors."

"Boss..." Song Nan hesitated.

Qin Muyang frowned, "Hurry up! Don't make me say it a second time!"

Song Nan didn't ask any more questions, and hurriedly got up and went out. It's easy to book a ticket at this point.An hour later, Qin Muyang had already sat in the airport, when the registration notification sounded, he turned his phone, and there was a photo of Zhao Xi and Zhao Dongdong on it.

He watched in silence for a while, and finally pressed the off button, and boarded the plane with Song Nan.

***

Zhao Dongdong poked at the noodles in the bowl, "Dad, are we leaving?"

"Yeah." Zhao Xi put down his chopsticks without appetite.

"Then, why don't you wait for Qin's father?"

Zhao Xi raised his eyes, "Don't call him daddy, call him like before."

"Oh..." Zhao Dongdong froze, "Aren't you waiting for Uncle Qin?"

Zhao Xi paused, and said softly, "I won't wait any longer. It's just Dongdong and Dad." Maybe there's one more...

Zhao Xi rubbed his forehead wearily. His spirit was too low. Just standing in the kitchen making dinner for half an hour, his back hurt so much that he wanted to collapse.

"Father, I'm full." Zhao Dongdong dropped his chopsticks, it was not good.

"Yeah." Zhao Xi ignored him and stood up to clean up the dishes.

The house is not big, and it didn't feel empty when there were only the two of them in the past.And during the few months when Qin Muyang lived in, until the other party left, the whole house was eerily quiet.

He was washing dishes in the kitchen, and the cold water poured on his hands and crawled into his body, making him feel cold all over.

If it was normal, Qin Muyang would jokingly say that he was weak, and would grab the plate and wash it up by himself without saying a word.

Zhao Xi recalled the days when he had the other party, and unconsciously his nose became sour.He still left, still couldn't accept it.He doesn't want himself anymore, don't want Dongdong anymore...

Maybe it was because he didn't eat during the day, or maybe the water temperature was too low. He felt a little headache, his throat was itchy, and he coughed lightly, followed by uncontrollable retching.

Skillfully ran to the bathroom, turned on the water, and vomited for a while.Then he rinsed his mouth and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Dongdong didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end, he "focused" on the TV.Her ears moved, and she quickly picked up the mobile phone that her father had placed on the table, and rushed to the bedroom to close the door.

Quickly pressed a string of numbers, and as soon as he let go of his fingers, he yelled out: "Papa Qin——"

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off..."

Zhao Dongdong was stunned, unable to understand this sentence.Redial again, shout again, in the end it is still that cold robotic female voice.

Tears welled up in Zhao Dongdong's eyes, he pursed his lips tightly, stared angrily at the phone screen, and stubbornly repeated the string of numbers over and over again.

Badass!Bastard!

"Winter."

Zhao Xi opened the door at some point, walked up to him, took the phone, and glanced at the screen inadvertently.

"Don't fight. Didn't Dad tell you just now? Uncle Qin is gone, he has his own life, and we will live together in the future. "

"No!" The child suddenly yelled, jumping off the bed and bumping past him, "It's not uncle, it's dad, dad! Dad Qin won't leave! He will come back! I won't go, I won't go!"

Zhao Xi staggered when he bumped into him, leaned his body against the wall, and was a little stunned, "Aren't you going? Are you saying you're not going? Do you want to make fun of Qin Mu? You won't go with Dad?"

His eyes turned red, and his mind was dizzy, "Dongdong, you mean you don't want to leave Dad... Really? You want to be with Uncle Qin?"

Zhao Dongdong hid in the corner of the room, tears fell silently, "Dad..."

"I see..." Zhao Xi suddenly covered his head and laughed in a low voice, "After all, it's his seed, he has money, he can buy you food, take you out to play, yes, yes. Then You just stay, live with him, and I'll go alone..."

After saying this, he came to open the door to pick up the suitcase in a daze.The ticket has not been bought, and the luggage has not been packed yet, but at this moment, he is impatient and throws all the clothes on the bed into the box, dizzy, can't hear any sound in his ears, only sees his hands going into the box over and over again Let it go, he didn't know what to let it go, he repeated this action quickly.

Zhao Dongdong was completely stunned, and stood timidly in the corner, not daring to approach.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and it was completely dark.

Zhao Xi's movements became faster and faster, and finally the box was full, so he came back to his senses, quickly zipped it up, picked it up, and was about to go outside.

Zhao Dongdong stared at his father's behavior in a daze, and burst into tears after everyone walked out of the room.

"Father! Daddy, Daddy..." The child staggered and ran out after him. Zhao Xi had already reached the door, and was suddenly hugged by the child from behind. His body was weak, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Zhao Xi's eyes turned black from the fall, and his wrists and elbows were burning with pain.

"Dad, woo woo, dad..." Zhao Dongdong cried in his arms, hugging his neck tightly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dongdong was wrong, dad, don't leave Dongdong, dad... "

His tears and snot flowed down Zhao Xi's neck, and his trance-like mind also regained consciousness.Pushing himself up to get up, the child's entire body was on top of him.

"Don't cry." Zhao Xi patted his butt, "Don't cry, Dad will be out of breath."

Zhao Dongdong immediately let go of his hands, looked at him with red eyes, and changed his hands to firmly grasp the corners of his clothes.

"Let go, go in first."

Zhao Xi gently pulled the child's hand away, took a deep breath, and walked in without caring about the suitcase.

He sat on the sofa, waiting for the little guy to follow.

Zhao Dongdong looked inside the house, and then at the huge suitcase at the door.He bit his lip and dragged it in hard, but he couldn't drag it, and he dragged it again, still couldn't drag it.

The little guy pursed his mouth and was about to cry again, but when he received Zhao Xi's look, he immediately closed his mouth, let go of his hands and walked over sullenly.

"Father." Zhao Dongdong leaned carefully beside him, "Dongdong wants Dad, and Dad wants Dongdong, let's go together, let's go together."

There were still tears in the child's bright eyes, as if he could say "no" and it would fall down in an instant.

"I'm sorry, it's Dad who should apologize." Zhao Xi stroked his head, hugged it into his arms, and murmured, "Are you scared? I'm sorry, Dad did something wrong, so we can't leave Dongdong behind... "

He blinked and tried his best to force back the tears, "Actually, if he is still willing, you and him are fine, and your life in the future will be smoother..."

"No!" Zhao Dongdong gritted his teeth like a little beast, "Dongdong is not with Uncle Qin, but with Dad! With Dad!"

He buried his head in Zhao Xi's arms, rolling around and acting like a baby like he did when he was a child.

Zhao Xi didn't speak any more, the door was wide open, and the wind from outside was blowing in. The two father and son didn't notice it, and hugged each other quietly.