Ding, your little fool is online

After the friend hung up the phone, he sent a series of phone numbers to Wang Yuyang.

The simple eleven-digit number looks ordinary, but behind it is the wish of a little fool for so many years, so many years of hard pursuit.

At the same time, it also bears the different pains of the two.

Yuan Xing hadn't woken up yet, so Wang Yuyang planned to dial the number before Yuan Xing woke up to get the results there, so that after Yuan Xing had a good night's dream, he might get the most beautiful ending.

Putting down the toothbrush, Wang Yuyang took a deep breath, hesitating a little.

He didn't expect that this matter would be resolved so quickly, and Yuan Xing could find his mother so quickly.

Originally, looking for someone was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, but Yuan Xing was just sitting in a taxi that day, and accidentally saw a side face through the gap in the car window, and then found the phone number of the owner of the other car, and the other party had a huge It may be Yuan Xing's relatives, and that woman is also very likely to be the mother Yuan Xing has been looking for for four years.

The development of a series of things was too smooth, so smooth that people felt a little unreal, so smooth that he couldn't help but worry for Yuan Xing, too smooth, the result might be very unsatisfactory, or very difficult.

Wang Yuyang took a deep breath and dialed the number.

It was a local number, and after being connected, there was a "beep beep" for a while, but no one answered, until finally the cold female voice "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable" came, and the call was automatically decisive.

Wang Jianyang raised his eyes and looked at the small room on the second floor. The wooden window was closed tightly. He looked away and dialed the phone for the second time.

This time I still waited for a long time, until Wang Yuyang was about to give up, and the phone was finally connected.

There was a man on the other end of the phone. His voice didn't sound like a young man's. He was supposed to be a little older, about 50 or [-] years old.

"Hello, who are you?"

Wang Yuyang hesitated for a moment, he didn't know how to introduce his identity to the other party, but if he said that he wanted to arrange for Yuan Xing to meet her mother, it would be a bit abrupt.After all, he still doesn't know the relationship between the man who answered the phone and Motoko's mother, and...

It is not sure whether the other party is a relative of Yuanxing's mother.

It's not that Wang Jianyang doesn't believe what his friend said, it's just that it's crucial at this time, and he needs to confirm it himself.

But when the words came to his mouth, Wang Yuyang found that he didn't know the name of Yuan Xing's mother at all, and all he knew was Yuan Xing.

But after much deliberation, the only way to start is with Yuan Xing.

"Hello? Is there no one?" The other party asked again.

Wang Yuyang took a deep breath: "Hello, are you the owner of the car with the license plate Beijing C XXXXX?"

It may be because someone has already asked him this question once today. Obviously, the man on the opposite side hesitated before answering: "Yes..."

Then without waiting for Wang Yuyang's answer, the man opposite continued: "...Did you call about Jiayi?"

This is also because someone asked him today, but Wang Yuyang's friend asked him more straightforwardly, directly asked him who was in the back seat of his car that night, and what relationship did he have with him, and whether there was ever a man named Yuan Xing son.

At that time, he was also a little stunned, so he immediately told the other party about the relationship between the female passenger and himself, as well as a few words about her previous affairs.

Afterwards, he felt a little regretful, but before he could recover, he received a call from Wang Yuyang, who asked exactly the same question as the first time the caller.

That's why there was that sentence just now.

Hearing this name, Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment.

It turns out that Yuanxing's mother's name is Jiayi, "Jia" means beautiful, and "Yi" means memory, together they are beautiful memories.

The name, like Yuanxing's, did not reach a blessing.Yuan Xing did not have a very complete happiness, nor did her mother have good memories.

However, this is not a fixed number, after all, the lives of their mother and son have not yet ended.

Wang Jianyang gave a soft "hmm".

The other party sighed, and said: "I am Jia Yi's elder brother, Jia Ming, if you are here because of Jia Yi's so-called son, then you don't need to continue talking."

"I will also treat it as if you didn't make this call, and don't contact me again in the future. Our family no longer wants to be in touch with the past. Please don't let him disturb our life."

"Wait." Wang Yuyang said before the other party hung up the phone.

He really didn't like what Jiaming, Yuan Xing's uncle who was related by blood, said just now.

The phrase "the so-called son".

Perhaps the existence of this son reminds Jia's family all the time, reminding Jiayi that her painful memories are real, or maybe it is because the existence of this son is so unbearable.

This son was born of her and that scum.

Half of it was her blood, and the other half was that scumbag's.

But this so-called son gave her 100% love in return. Even if she abandoned him, he didn't have a trace of hatred. He just wanted to see her again, call her mother, and hear her call his name.

Not to mention that in order to find her, Yuan Xing left the hometown where he had lived for more than ten years, and came to the huge capital alone. He was unfamiliar with the place and suffered so much.

Wang Qianyang always thought, if Yuan Xing hadn't met him, how many years would he have to wander in this world alone.

He tried his best to talk to Jia Ming calmly: "Yuan Xing has been looking for her for four years, and he has suffered a lot in these four years..."

As a result, Wang Yuyang was interrupted by Jiaming before he finished speaking, and the other party's voice was cold: "Jiayi has lived in that place for nearly 20 years."

Jiayi University studied at the Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing, majoring in traditional Chinese painting.In her sophomore year, she went to a village in the south to sketch alone, and kindly helped an old woman carry things to the bus station, but she never came back.

She was 19 years old in her junior year, 20 years old when she gave birth to Motoyuki, and 38 years old when she left.

Jiayi's family is wealthy, she is the only girl in her generation, and all the elders and brothers and sisters dote on her.She also lived up to expectations and was admitted to the best academy of fine arts.

The best years of her life were wasted in that small mountain village, and she lived in despair and suffering every day. She thought about suicide more than once, but she always had no courage.

She was afraid of death, but living was worse than death.

She lived in that place for 20 years and died for 20 years.

But in the past 20 years, she never gave up the idea of ​​going home.

But the village is closed and remote, and the people there don't think that abducting and trafficking women is an outrageous thing.Everyone in the village knew that the scumbag had bought a beautiful wife, and if she escaped, she would be caught and beaten severely.In addition, the scumbag's mother, the old lady who bought Jiayi back, does nothing every day, just staring at her at home.She never got the chance.

During the period after Yuan Xing was born, she was even very happy.Seeing that Yuanxing looked more and more like herself, with a well-behaved and sensible personality, one of the best studies in the local area, and even got an admission letter from an ordinary university, Jiayi found that she was a little reluctant to leave her son.

In particular, Yuanxing happily said that he would take her to the beach to play, pick up the most beautiful shells and conch for her, and take her to eat the most delicious seafood.

In the end, she still made up her mind. After Yuan Xing became an adult, she took advantage of the scum mother and son to relax her vigilance, took money, took advantage of the rainy night to put on scum clothes, avoided the people in the village, and walked for more than ten years in the rain. Kilometers of mountain road, as soon as he arrived at the gate of the county police station, his eyes went dark.

Jiaming on the other end of the phone sighed, and continued: "When we saw Jiayi, we couldn't believe that she was our child. After she came back, she was completely different from before, but the experience After that kind of thing, who wouldn’t have a big change in temperament.”

Wang Jianyang frowned, quietly listening to the matter about Jiayi.

"In the first two years when Jiayi came home, her emotions were extremely unstable, especially when it came to children. She screamed, smashed things or vomited, locked herself in the room and cried, and didn't eat or see anyone. Although she came back She is almost 40 years old, but in my heart, she will always be my 19-year-old little sister."

"My parents passed away a few years after my little sister disappeared, and we couldn't wait for her. We searched for her for 20 years before finding her back, and it took another few years to make her mentality slightly better... "

At this point, Jiaming paused for a moment: "I've done my best to tell you so much, so I hope you don't bother our family anymore. I don't want my little sister's life to return to the original despair."

Although Yuanxing is his nephew in terms of blood relationship, Jiaming has no feelings for him, or it can be said that there is only hatred, so he is thinking about his sister.

And Wang Jianyang was thinking of Yuan Xing.

Wang Jianyang hated those criminals who abducted and trafficked women and children, but at the same time, he also saw Yuan Xing's hardships in the past few years and felt pain in his heart.

The little fool heard from his colleagues that he saw his mother in the capital when he was working in his hometown. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he took the picture of his mother and took the train north to Beijing.

When I gritted my teeth and cried in the wind and rain, I took out my mother's photo and looked at it.

"If you have nothing else to say, then I'll hang up." Jia Ming was on the other end.

Wang Jianyang hurriedly said, "Yes, I still have something to say."

The other party told him about Yuanxing's mother's situation, but they didn't know what Yuanxing's situation was like now.

Wang Yuyang clenched the toothbrush in the other hand, and then he spoke: "You may not know, Yuan Xing's mother... After Jia Yi escaped from that village. Yuan Xing searched for her for a long time in the rain, and then the high fever persisted and burned out Brain, now his IQ is about the same as that of a seven or eight-year-old child."

"I'm not trying to sell the child's situation. I'm just telling you about it. The child hopes to meet his mother. This is his wish. So I hope you can let me talk to Ms. Jiayi. Talk, I want to hear her own thoughts..."

Before he could say the last word, Jiaming hung up the phone and left a busy message for Wang Yuyang.

Wang Jianyang looked at the call time on the screen a little absent-mindedly.

When he was listening to Jiaming's story about Jiayi just now, because he didn't have time to think, his heart might not be particularly touched while listening.

At this time, I hung up the phone and had time to think and recollect, but found that my mouth was full of bitterness.

Wang Yuyang has always hated the phrase "women are weak at heart, but mothers are strong", just like after hearing about Jiayi, he felt that Jiayi's choice to leave Yuanxing was a kind of relief for herself.

Everything has two sides. After she is liberated, the cycle of cause and effect causes Yuan Xing to swim in the endless sea of ​​suffering. At the same time, Yuan Xing's existence will always remind her of those horrible existences.

It is better to say that it is karma than karma.

But this should not be borne by Yuan Xing.

The mistakes of the previous generation have nothing to do with him.Yuan Xing couldn't understand those grievances before he was born. He only came to this world when he heard his mother's cry when the time came.

The toothpaste on the toothbrush had fallen off and fell to the ground. At some point, Xiao Mi jumped over and rubbed his trousers.

Wang Jianyang was still in the same place, not moving.

"Yangyang, what are you doing here in a daze?" Grandpa saw that he had stayed in the bathroom for so long and hadn't come out, so he couldn't help but come over and take a look, "Come out quickly, luckily you're still here in a daze after you've all gone downstairs."

After Wang Yuyang and Yuan Xing ate breakfast at home, they hailed a car and rushed back to the urban area.

Although Yuan Xing's mind is full of mother now, he still hasn't forgotten that he has to go to work in the afternoon.

After answering the phone call and hearing about other people's suffering, Wang Yuyang was extremely exhausted. After arriving home, he lay down on the bed and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Open, Mr. Happy?" Yuan Xing touched the bedroom and gently opened the door, "Did you call?"

He remembered that since he got up in the morning until now, he hadn't seen Wang Jianyang answering the phone.

Even so, he still wanted to rush.

Before going to work in the afternoon, Yuan Xing walked into the bedroom, kicked off his slippers, sat on Wang Yuyang's bed, and looked at him obediently while hugging his knees.

Wang Jianyang pursed his lips, and fell into the entanglement of whether to tell Yuan Xing about this time.He didn't want Yuan Xing to be hurt, but he also understood Yuan Xing's desire to see his mother.

But if you tell the truth, it will definitely hurt Yuan Xing.

After hanging up the phone, these two thoughts of Wang Yuyang continued to fight in his mind. Up to now, he still hasn't considered it well. From this point of view, he is not a decisive person at all.

"Mom doesn't want to see Yuan Xing", Wang Jianyang couldn't say it.

Yuan Xing sat next to him blinking, his eyes full of hope.

Wang Jianyang really couldn't bear to upset this bowl of hope, so he sat up and said, "It's Xiao Yuanxing's mother."

This is the truth.

Yuan Xing blinked, and the air froze for a moment. After this moment, Yuan Xing's eyes turned red immediately, and his voice choked up.

His mother, the mother he had been looking for for so long.

Finally, she is no longer a mother who can only be seen in dreams, but a mother who can be seen and touched.

"Yes, is that the real mother?" he asked.

He obviously looked like he was about to cry, but he tried his best to hold back the tears, his mouth shriveled, and he forbade himself to cry.

"Yes." Wang Yuyang hurriedly took out a piece of paper to help him wipe the corners of his eyes, "Yuan Xing, stop crying, shouldn't you be happy to find your mother?"

"Uuuuh..." Yuan Xing took a deep breath and fanned his eyes vigorously with his hand, "I, I can't cry...that's my mother, I can't, I can't cry, I can't cry, I can't cry."

Wang Jianyang looked at him looking like he was about to cry, his heart throbbed with pain, the second half of the unspoken sentence was bitten into pieces by him, and swallowed into his stomach along with the blood.

"Then, the mother." Yuan Xing still cried out, wiping his tears vigorously, "I, I woooooooo, I want to see my mother, I want to see her ooohoo."

"Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand to take him into his arms, and pressed his forehead to his heart, "Yuan Xing, don't cry. I've already called there, and Yuan Xing's uncle said, Mom I left the capital yesterday to go to other places, and it may take a few days before I can come back. So Yuan Xing obediently waited at home for a few days, and when my mother came back, Mr. Happy will definitely take you to see her as soon as possible, okay?"

This is a lie.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

After crying, Yuanxing's sadness turned into motivation. He washed his face, put his bag on his back and went to work. When he left, he kept saying that he couldn't cry anymore. He wanted to be happy when he saw his mother. Cried.

Wang Yuyang called Jiaming again in the afternoon, but no one answered, and the matter became helpless again.

But the other party did not block him.

When he went to pick Yuanxing up from get off work at night, he found that Yuanxing had bought a handful of carnations, red, pink, yellow, in various colors.

The carnations were carefully wrapped, with ribbons tied on the stems and cards with Motoko's crooked words on it - "Flowers for Mom."

Wang Jianyang was taken aback, looked at Yuan Xing who was holding a bouquet of flowers, but said nothing.

Yuan Xing lowered his head and smelled the bouquet of flowers, pursed his lips and smiled, and said intermittently: "I, I bought this as a gift for my mother."

The logo of the flower shop is printed on the corner of the card. Wang Yuyang has seen this logo before. The flowers in this shop are not cheap. Even ordinary carnations will cost twice as much as other flower shops. Such a large bouquet The flowers should have cost Yuan Xing a lot of money.

The little fool is willing to give anything for his mother.

But what Wang Jianyang said was a lie.

After arriving home, Yuan Xing found a bottle, filled it with water very carefully, put the carnations in it, and tidied it carefully, with very gentle movements, as if he was afraid that he would damage the gift for his mother.

But Yuan Xing didn't wait for his mother until the first carnation withered.

It has been more than a week since Wang Jianyang uttered that lie.

No matter how stupid Yuan Xing was, he still faintly noticed something.

On the night when the second flower withered, Yuan Xing sadly threw the carnation into the trash can, and turned around to ask Wang Yuyang: "Mr. Happy, mom, mom, don't you want to see me?"

It was the fifteenth night that night, the full moon was in the sky, and the moonlight was like washing.But under the reunion moon, a little fool stood alone, unable to see even the shadow of his mother.

Wang Yuyang was taken aback, and immediately comforted him: "When will it happen? Mom hasn't come back yet, Mr. Happy will ask that uncle for you."

Although the matter has been dragging on for a long time, Wang Yuyang also made several phone calls on the way, but it is a pity that Jiaming's attitude is still the same, and he does not let go at all.

But maybe he was also a little irritable. On the afternoon of the second day when the second flower withered, he said to Wang Yuyang on the phone: "Come to the Qiyun teahouse in Dongcheng District, and we will talk face to face."

Wang Jianyang was overjoyed, and immediately put on his clothes and rushed to Dongcheng District.

Yuan Xing didn't go to work this afternoon, and took a lunch break in the study at noon, but he didn't sleep, and Wang Yuyang didn't know that he was awake.

Wang Yuyang was in the bedroom, locked the door and called Jiaming. If it was just after Jiaming finished saying that sentence, Wang Yuyang hung up the phone, then there would be no more things in the afternoon.

It's just that when Wang Yuyang heard the address, he repeated it to Jiaming to confirm that the address was correct.

The voice "Qiyun Tea House is right?" was heard by Yuan Xing in the bedroom.

Yuan Xing lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling without blinking.He covered his heart with one hand, and his heart was beating extremely fast, thumping as if it was going to burst out of his chest.

Qiyun Tea House...

He repeated it silently in his heart, for fear that he would forget the name.

With a "bang", after the sound of closing the door, Yuan Xing immediately jumped off the bed, put on his shoes and ran out of the door.

Immediately, I will see my mother soon!

Yuan Xing thought to himself.