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There isn't a lot of battery left in the phone.

Shen Zui was lying in front of the window, the early summer wind blowing the ends of her hair half dry.

Although the powerful Yan Mingyang is a crook without faith, his father, who has been in prison for ten years, is a man of conscience.

It's right to care about it.

right.That's right.

Shen Zui leaned on his arm, stretched out his index finger from time to time, and poked the screen to light up.

Just when Shen Zui was about to fall asleep in a daze, the phone screen turned on by itself.

Yan Mingyang: How is Xiaotu doing today?

Small dodder.

Apart from being by Yan Mingyang's side, Shen Zui can only play Xiao Tu in the play.

Shen Zui clicked on WeChat and lost his mind for a while.Under the moonlight, a new message popped up on the screen after a while.

Yan Mingyang: [A hug of love]

"........."

Intoxicated instantly sober.

Shen Xiaozui: If you don't know how to use emoticons, don't use them indiscriminately.

Yan Mingyang: Oh...

Shen Xiaozui: [Strike hard]

Yan Mingyang actually didn't know too well whether Shen Zui was slippery today, but it didn't matter to him.

Maybe Shen Zui just wanted to grab someone to chat with today.

Yan Mingyang: How did the filming go?

Shen Xiaozui: Not bad,

Shen Xiaozui: Summer should be over.

Yan Mingyang didn't mention his affairs in Qi City, he didn't want to increase the degree of intoxication.

Yan Mingyang: Don't work too hard on filming.

Shen Xiaozui: Have you read the script of "Zuo Liu"?

Yan Mingyang pondered for a long time, not knowing why Shen Zui asked this question out of nowhere.

Yan Mingyang: Yes.

Shen Xiaozui: Today I thought of my mother.

Shen Xiaozui: The one who gave birth to me.

Yan Mingyang frowned.

Things went wrong... Could it be that Sang Lili revealed something to Shen Zui?

Shen Xiaozui: I found that understanding her would make me feel more relaxed.

Shen Xiaozui: Being willing to understand means letting go of obsessions.

That night, Yan Mingyang sat on the ground leaning on the bookcase.At some point, he fell asleep.

When he closed his eyes, he hesitated and repeated, like a kind of passing away; this means that when the sun rises again, the eyes he opens are a kind of rebirth.

Yan Mingyang has already prepared the procedures for Yan Ting to go through before he is released from prison.It was sunny when he went out, and there was a feeling of hot flashes in the air before the morning dew.

"Mr. Yan, we thought you wouldn't come in person." Perhaps because of Yan's famous status, the prison arranged for someone to receive him.

"Your father has been doing well in prison and his recent assessment test results have been good."

"He is also very helpful and has done a lot of things with his professional knowledge; he used to be a criminal defense lawyer, maybe this is why many prisoners have special respect for him..."

The room was stuffy, Yan Mingyang nodded to signal.He was restless and restless, not at all calm, and even his joy was buried.

When Yan Mingyang was anxious, there was a creak from the door.It was as if he was instantly pushed to the steep sea cliff by the strong wind behind him, and he couldn't avoid the rough waves in front of him without bowing his head.

Yan Mingyang realized that he was not ready.He'd probably never be ready to get his father out of prison.

As soon as the door opened, Yan Ting walked over accompanied by two prison guards.

In terms of facial features, Yan Ting and Yan Mingyang are quite similar.But now, he is not as famous as Yan.

His temples are already gray, the hair on the top of his head is also mixed with gray and white, and the skin on his face has many wrinkles that he didn't have back then, which are obvious signs of aging.

But unexpectedly, his demeanor was calm and calm, neither downcast nor ecstatic.

His gaze only changed a little the moment he touched Yan Mingyang.He should have been notified that Yan Mingyang would come, but this kind of accident is still reasonable——

They haven't seen each other for ten years.

"Old Yan," the prison staff obviously knew Yan Ting better than Yan Mingyang.He smiled and said, "Your son is here to pick you up."

Yan Mingyang was a little at a loss.He stood up, clasped his hands habitually, and held back a word after a while, "...um."

"........."

"........."

Yan Ting still wears a plain wedding ring on the ring finger of her left hand.

He stretched out his hand and shook hands with several prison guards in a solemn and decent manner. His voice was very low but he said in a calm voice, "Thank you for taking care of me all these years."

These words made Yan Mingyang feel a long-lost familiarity with the strange father in front of him.

He knew from a very young age that his father was a man who was neither humble nor overbearing to the extreme, and he always respected everyone and himself equally.

"The past is a turning point." The staff member of the prison has said this about N times, without any embarrassment, "Be a good person in the future."

Yan Mingyang is so tall and glamorous that he doesn't fit in with this place.He didn't know what to say.He didn't say a word until he got in the car.

Faced with this prosperous son whom he hadn't seen in ten years, Yan Ting also behaved calmly.

He didn't ask about Yan Mingyang's recent situation, thinking that "someone with a heart" would have let him know; he also didn't ask Yan Mingyang why he didn't come to see him, as if it was a reasonable thing.

"Is the house from back then still there?" Yan Ting asked calmly after getting into the car.

"Still." Yan Mingyang put one hand on the steering wheel and casually glanced at the rearview mirror.

"I thought you would sell it." Yan Ting turned his head to look at Yan Mingyang.

"You can't sell it for much." Yan Mingyang slammed on the brakes as there was a traffic jam ahead.

"I know you're doing well now." Yan Ting said, "But I thought that when you start a business, you need some initial capital."

Yan Mingyang looked at the congested and immobile vehicles in front of him, and said lightly, "I need a little, but it's not enough to sell the house."

"You have grown taller." After a long time, Yan Ting said, "It seems to be a little whiter than before."

The traffic jam ahead showed signs of loosening, and Yan Mingyang manipulated the brakes to move forward slowly.

He still didn't know what to say.

He didn't seem to find anything in his life worth sharing with Yan Ting; and he didn't want to know about Yan Ting's experience in the past ten years.

"I basically didn't touch the money at home." After driving through this street, Yan Mingyang finally found a topic, "I used a little in college before, and I made up for it later."

Yan Ting pursed her lips, and looked at Yan Mingyang in amazement, somewhat speechless.

"What did you study in college?"

No one thought of telling Yan Ting such an unimportant matter.

Yan Mingyang was taken aback, "Finance."

"I see." Yan Ting nodded.

"........."

Yan's famous cooking skills are not enough to support a long-lost reunion lunch.Before heading home, he drives to an upscale restaurant in a busy area, atop one of the city's landmarks.

"New?" Yan Ting has been observing this unfamiliar city all the way today.He had never seen this restaurant before, and after sitting down in the box, he looked out the window, "I remember it wasn't this restaurant before."

Yan Mingyang hummed vaguely, sat down and rang the bell to order.

After a while, the manager came with the menu in person, "Mr. Yan."

"........."

"........."

Fortunately, ordering food is Yan Mingyang's forte, let alone in his own restaurant.

The manager took down the dishes Yan Mingyang ordered, and walked out respectfully.

Yan Mingyang and Yan Ting sat at both ends of the table, looking at each other inevitably.

"I invested a little money." After a while, Yan Mingyang touched his nose.

Yan Ting nodded again, "A little bit."

"........."

Dishes arrived quickly, plate after plate.

Although Yan is famous for being "not good at words", Yan Ting is a very talkative lawyer.

"When are you going back to Shanghai?" Yan Ting asked.

Yan Mingyang actually didn't make up his mind.He can work in Qi City for the time being, and go back when he has something to do.

"is there anything."

"I want to visit your mother first." Yan Ting said bluntly, "Then, I want to go down to the mountains."

"In the mountains?" Yan Mingyang was a little surprised.

"When your mother was doing an interview, she had an informant. When she was young, she sold her newborn son to the mountains and found it many years later." Yan Ting said in an objective tone, "Later she was arrested, and she was entrusted to the police before being arrested. I'll take care of the baby for her."

Yan Mingyang's heart was pounding, and he put down his chopsticks involuntarily.

"I originally wanted to help that child find a school in the city, but he didn't want to." When Yan Ting mentioned this, his gaze became deep, like a sharp stone being rounded by the river of time, "That's your mother The last survey she did, she never regretted it. After all these years, I wanted to go and see how the kid was doing."