"Follow my left hand

A slow motion of the right hand

Right-handed, left-handed, slow-motion replay

This song gives you joy

Have you ever fallen in love with me......"

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang with the singing of TFBOYS's "Youth Cultivation Manual", waking Ling Zikai from his sleep.

He picked up his phone from the pillow in a daze, pressed the answer button, and an unfamiliar voice with a thick Northeast accent came from inside:

"May I ask if you are Ling Shuisong?......

"Who is Ling Shuisong?

Ling Zikai hung up his mobile phone without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, and then suddenly remembered that his nickname was not called "Shui Song"! It's just that no one has called him for more than ten years, and even he has forgotten it.

Could it be that a relative called?

Only a few distant relatives from his hometown would call him by his nickname.

Ling Zikai looked at the place where the electricity belonged, showing Baishan City, Northern Province, which was thousands of miles away.

In my memory, it seems that there are no relatives in Baishan City!

Whoever he is! What kind of call in the middle of the night!

Before Ling Zikai put down his phone, he began to sing again:

"Follow my left hand

Right hand ......"

Ling Zikai looked at the screen, this time he really had something to find himself:

"Mom, what are you doing? What can't you say during the day!"

There was silence on the phone, and my mother's deep voice came:

"He's in a car accident!"

Ling Zikai was stunned for a moment.

Of course, he knew that the "he" his mother said was referring to his biological father, and for more than ten years after the parents divorced, his mother had been using "he" instead of his father's name.

"Just now, the traffic police team of Baishan City, Northern Province, called and said that it was hit by a car and flew more than 20 meters, and the person was gone on the spot!"

Shocked by the bad news, Ling Zikai asked puzzledly: "Just now, there was also a phone call from Baishan City to me and asked me to hang up! How does the traffic police know our mobile phone number?"

They said they found an old photo with two cell phone numbers written on the reverse in his belongings! ”

Mom hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you going?"

Ling Zikai said coldly: "What are we going to do? When we were alive, we didn't have a father, and when we died, our son came out! Doesn't he also have a family over there, let them deal with it!"

"Zikai, there is something I have been hiding from you and dare not tell you, for fear that you will be angry! A year ago, he came to me......

"Does it mean that he regrets it now, he shouldn't have divorced back then, and left your mother and son alone. Isn't that right?"

Ling Zikai said sarcastically.

After being silent for a while, my mother said in a low voice: "Actually, it has not been easy for him all these years. The year before last, he came to me. said that he had been staying in the mountains of the Xing'an Mountains in the northern province for all these years and had contracted a forest farm.

"Over there, he never got married, just adopted a girl. ”

"He wanted to come and see you, but he was afraid that you would be angry, and he just asked for a picture of you when he left. ”

"That's all?" Ling Zikai asked calmly.

He didn't say much, and the whole person looked a little old and tired, as if he had a lot on his mind. ”

"You deserve it!" Ling Zikai said coldly, "I don't want to hear his!"

Ling Zikai interrupted his mother's words in a stiff tone.

“…… Zikai, there are some things that I can't say clearly on the phone, but he must be your biological father! I can't leave here because of something, you can go to Baishan City tomorrow morning and see him for the last time!"

After hanging up the phone, Ling Zikai lost his sleepiness, and his mind was messy.

Seriously, he didn't want to go to White Mountain.

He doesn't have a good impression of his biological father Ling Feng, and he won't have the so-called family affection where blood melts into water.

When he was twelve years old, from the moment his parents divorced, he hated his father in his heart.

Ling Zikai's hometown is in Ouzhou City, Jiangnan Province. It is an area that is known for its private sector.

Like most people in the town, his family also runs a leather shoe factory, earning millions a year, and although he is not rich, he is still a wealthy family.

In childhood memories, the relationship between parents has always been bad, often quarrelling, and it has become more and more intense. As a young man, he didn't know what the reason was that eventually led to their breakup, and he didn't know about their emotional disputes, but it turned out to be a single-parent orphan.

At the time of the divorce, the court awarded Ling Zikai to his mother, who, after throwing away a sum of alimony, left the family with half of his share of the property, supposedly in the north, and has not been heard from since.

The following year, my mother remarried to one of her junior high school classmates.

Ling Zikai still suspects that the reason why that classmate married his mother was to peek at the family's share of property that belonged to his mother and himself.

Fortunately, her mother went to the notary office before she remarried and transferred all the family's property to Ling Zikai's name.

Probably because his attempt failed, his stepfather's attitude towards Ling Zikai has always been lukewarm. Ling Zikai didn't have a good impression of him, and he didn't even want to live under the same house with him.

After going to junior high school, Ling Zikai resolutely chose to live in school despite his mother's opposition until he completed his high school studies, and would go home except for holidays, and completely lived a solitary and self-reliant life.

When he held a parent-teacher conference, he saw that the fathers of his classmates were talking, and he was envious.

During the high school entrance examination and college entrance examination, the affectionate appearance of the fathers of his classmates also made him feel lost.

In his dictionary of life, "father's love" is an extravagant word, and it is also an eternal pain!

After graduating from university, he stayed in the provincial capital to work and bought a house with the property his mother allocated to him. Every day, I go home from work and work, three o'clock and one line, an ordinary day.

So much so that in his impression, "family" has become a very vague concept.

I looked at my phone, and it was already past four o'clock in the morning.

Ling Zikai simply got up and first bought two plane tickets online to fly to Baishan City in the morning.

He also sent a message to the company's leaders on WeChat asking for leave.

Seeing the red light on in the circle of friends, I opened it and looked at it, it was all forwards that had nothing to do, swiping the screen and the like, just wanted to quit, and saw a nickname called "mouse", and suddenly remembered that this guy didn't happen to be from Baishan City, Northern Province?

It is said that it is very troublesome to deal with traffic accident cases now, and this time I went to Baishan City, and I am not familiar with the place, so it may be more difficult to deal with.

This guy called "Mouse" is his college classmate Zhang Hao, who usually has an iron relationship, I heard that the family has some background, so it is better to find this buddy to help dredge up the relationship, maybe it will save trouble.

Ling Zikai sent a message to Zhang Hao and asked him where he was now?

Unexpectedly, the sound of "Ding Dong" sounded, Zhang Hao replied immediately: "Wood, I have insomnia thinking about beautiful women! Do you want a buddy to help you make an appointment?"

Ling Zikai replied: "Less poor, buddy has something to find you, where are you now?"

"Where else can I go, become an otaku!"

"That's right, I'll go to you tomorrow?"

"Really, I don't think buddy needs to be so exaggerated, my brother's sexual orientation is very normal!"

Ling Zikai was not interested in playing poor with him, so he simply mentioned his intention to him.

Zhang Hao promised to reassure him that everything was on him after arriving at Baishan.

I asked what time the ticket was, and he would pick him up at that time.

At the end of the day, he couldn't forget to ridicule Ling Zikai about what type of beauty he wanted, so he had to prepare in advance.

At noon, the plane landed at Baishan Airport.

Walking out of the airport, I saw a fat young man looking forward at the exit from a distance, and when I saw Ling Zikai, shaking the fat all over his body, he trotted up:

"Dude, you've finally fallen from the sky!"

Ling Zikai stepped forward and gave the other party a hug and said, "I may have to trouble you this time!"

"Who is with each of us! If you say this again, I'll be in a hurry with you!"

The two got into a black Buick sedan.

Zhang Hao started the car and asked Ling Kai, "Where to go first?"

Zhang Hao thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the funeral home first!"

When he arrived at the funeral home, in the frozen corpse warehouse, he saw the body wrapped in a white cloth, and the heartstrings that had been sealed for many years in the depths of Ling Zikai's heart finally fluctuated.

The staff lifted the white cloth covering the body's face.

A face with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes rushed into his eyes, his pale face was still stained with unwiped blood, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was shouting the last voice to the world. His gray hair was messy, and his beard hadn't been shaved in a long time. A pair of empty eyes were wide open, full of confusion, horror and deep unwillingness!

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face, his lips twitched a few times. At this moment, he felt that his heart was very conflicted, he had the urge to pounce on him and slap the other party a few times, and he seemed to feel that something was slowly leaving his body and disappearing in this world forever.

Zhang Hao, who was next to him, saw that Ling Zikai's mood was a little wrong, so he motioned for the staff to cover it with a white cloth.

At this moment, a sharp cry came from outside the door of the corpse storehouse: "Godfather!"

A figure rushed through the door and threw himself on Ling's father's corpse bed, shaking the body frantically: "Godfather, what's wrong with you? Did you see me?

Ling Zikai glanced at the woman, guessing that it should be his father's adopted daughter, who looked a little older than Ling Zikai, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a pair of washed and somewhat whitish jeans, a white T-shirt, although he only saw the back, he had a good figure, giving people an overall upward sense of uprightness.

Ling Zikai saw that she was crying very sadly, and even her nose was a little sour, so he took a few steps forward and said, "Okay, don't cry anymore, people can't be resurrected after death, no matter how much you cry, it's useless, let's think about how to deal with the aftermath!"

Maybe Ling Zikai's words were a little indifferent, the woman straightened up suddenly, turned her head, and opened her eyes angrily: "Who are you, what are you doing here, get out!"

At this moment, a group of people poured in outside, and just saw that the woman had an argument with Ling Zikai, and they all rushed up with a "hula" and surrounded Ling Zikai and the others in the middle.