Yang Le bought breakfast early in the morning.

Ask Lao Yang to get up.

Lao Yang seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his return.

It means it's too early to come back,

Why don't you go out for a few more days?

Yang Le wondered if this old man had been hungry these days before he was not at home, or was still angry at him for leaving without saying goodbye?

Lao Yang looked at the breakfast he bought with disgust.

Sighing,

Murmur in a low voice,

"How can Luoluo make this delicious?"

"who?"

Yang Le seemed to hear a familiar name and asked quickly.

"Just your colleague, Su Luo, the little girl is a good girl. When I know I am alone at home, I will bring me some food. I make it in a different way. It is much better than the bun you bought." Old Yang reluctantly bite the bun.

If you say you know someone, you will eat other people's food.

Do you know if you eat people in a short mouth?

A dark cloud suddenly floated by Yang Le's forehead.

Lao Yang is good everywhere, he is just lazy, too lazy to wash clothes and cooking.

If he could not go to the toilet, he would definitely hold it in his own hands.

Yang Le sometimes wonders how blind my mother had to be to see him.

But it seems that I'm worried for nothing.

Su Luo... He still wants to treat her to a meal and thank her.

The phone rang.

It was a call from Lin Qinghuan.

"Hey, so early?"

"Downstairs, come down."

"What's the matter? I have to go to the bureau to report today. I haven't been to work for several days, and my salary will probably be deducted." Thinking of the salary, Yang Le couldn't help but feel pain.

"You come down and talk about it."

"Ah...oh, okay, wait a moment."

Yang put his cell phone in his pocket and walked back to the room to get a coat.

While putting his clothes on, he touched a bun from the dining table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Old Yang glanced at him inadvertently and suddenly said, "That girl Su Luo is not bad, don't let him down... Is there a girl downstairs?"

Yang Le rolled his eyes.

What are you thinking about? Where is this?

"Downstairs is Aunt Liu Yun's daughter. You have seen her and you have something to do with me."

Old Yang suddenly realized.

"That girl, that girl is not bad."

“…”

Yang Le almost fell into the door.

What's good,

Something is nothing.

"Okay, just have your meal with peace of mind. You can make do with the canteen of the troupe at noon. I may not be able to come back."

Bang,

The door was closed.

Old Yang sat alone at the dining table, looking at the soy milk falling from Yang Le, opposite the table.

Look at the soy milk and eggs in front of you.

Shaking his head helplessly.

When eating alone, I always feel boring.

People,

Once you get older, you don’t have to eat. Sometimes, what you eat depends mainly on who can accompany him to have a meal.

When you get old, you look more like a child.

He returned to the bedroom,

Standing on a stool, with his heel raised, he struggled to pull out a photo album from the inside of the wardrobe.

Sitting on the edge of the bed,

He flipped page by page,

This picture,

It was when Yang Le was in elementary school. At that time, he shouted all day long to look for his mother, and his eyes were always crying red.

And this one,

After the troupe's performance, Yang Le, the child, was waiting in the backcourt and fell asleep. The troupe leader took a photo of it.

He flipped back one by one,

Each one is a treasure in his memory.

The eyes gradually moisturize,

Until I turned to the last one, it was a photo with a red corner.

It seemed like it was stained with blood.

In the photo, a beautiful and virtuous woman was wearing a cheongsam and holding a boy over one year old in her arms.

The boy looked so similar to the woman behind him.

Lao Yang's hands trembled and stroked the photo.

Tears wet my eyes.

He slowly closed the album.

...

Yang Le hugged his arms and got into Lin Qinghuan's car and moved the air conditioner to the maximum.

"Huh... I'm so naive, let's talk, what's the matter?"

Lin Qinghuan took out a cowhide file bag from her Prada bag from the back row and stuffed it into Yang Le's hand.

"What, this is?"

Yang Le glanced at her, frowned slightly,

Pinch the white rope of the file bag with your fingers and untie it round by circle.

"I tell you, you can't put a check on me. I am a state employee and cannot accept bribes..."

While he was poor, he reached into the file bag.

No check,

There are a few yellowed papers.

Yang Le took it out and took a look. This was a death report and a medical record proof.

The proof clearly states that Ms. Ling Yun died of breast cancer.

Lin Qinghuan sighed and said softly: "I asked my friend to find the hospital's dusty medical records. The death report and medical records are signed by the doctor. I have gone to this doctor, but he is no longer in Sucheng. It is said that he has gone abroad."

The hospital's proof is exactly the same as Lao Yang's statement.

So,

Is the dream fake?

There are no enemies, no monsters in the shadows, and no blood dripping from the exposed heart...

My eyes hurt once a month, not because blood drips into my eyes, but because it is my own bloodline that has not yet awakened.

Everything is imagined by oneself.
To be continued...