Song Jianzhong was supposed to take turns off today, but because of Wu Gang's arrival, he was temporarily transferred to work overtime. He doesn't care about overtime, anyway, for him, there is nothing to do at home, but he has to be more down-to-earth when he goes to work.

When I got home, I found that the door had been opened, and I thought that my wife had come back early, so I didn't think much about it and walked straight in.

"Dad!"

Song Jianzhong was stunned for a moment, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears, could it be that he was hallucinating again, such a situation often happened when his son just disappeared, as if he heard his son calling himself in his ear, this has not happened for a long time in the past few years, it turns out that longing can also be diluted by time. But what's going on today?

"Dad! I'm back!"

The next moment, a familiar and unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him with the voice, and Song Jianzhong was stunned.

"You, you, are you Ziyang?" asked Song Jianzhong in disbelief by pointing at the other party with his trembling uncontrollable finger.

"It's me, Dad, I'm Ziyang, I'm back!"

Song Jianzhong rubbed his eyes, convinced that he was not mistaken, although the face of the person in front of him was difficult to match the appearance of his son in his memory, but with the unbreakable blood connection, Song Jianzhong could be extremely sure that the tall young man standing in front of him was his son who had been missing for eight years.

I don't know why, I should have been happy, but a wave of anger surged in Song Jianguo's heart.

Syllable!

A loud slap was slammed into Song Ziyang's face.

"Bastard! You still know how much you've come back! Where have you been all these years, why haven't you even made a phone call home? Why haven't you even sent a letter home? Do you know how much your mother misses you, for you, she has turned white overnight!" Song Jianzhong became more and more angry the more he spoke, "Kneel down!"

Song Ziyang knelt in front of his father with a puff, since he was a child, except for kowtowing to worship his ancestors, Song Ziyang has never knelt down to anyone, and his parents are no exception. Because his father once warned him that a man has gold under his knees, and he should not kneel under any other circumstances. But today, his father asked him to kneel, and he knelt without hesitation.

It's been eight years! There hasn't been any news for eight years! Everyone thinks that being missing for so long can basically be considered dead.

Song Ziyang can completely imagine what kind of life his parents have lived in the past eight years, they only have one son, who has been raised until he is 17 years old, and it is inexplicably gone, and it is difficult for anyone to accept such a fact! The guilt of his parents has long been indescribable, but how should he explain his experience to his elderly father? Not to mention the explanation, even he didn't know what had happened to him, he really wished it was all just a dream, and when he woke up, he was still the carefree seventeen-year-old.

"Say, where have you been all these years?"

Song Ziyang opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that his son didn't speak, Song Jianzhong was even more angry! In his mind, his son had not contacted his family for so many years, and he definitely didn't know how many unsightly things he had done, so he didn't dare to answer at this time, and he confirmed his guess, and he was really angry and annoyed, and immediately wanted to find something to teach this unsuccessful son who had shamed his ancestors.

However, before he could find the guy he could take advantage of, an exclamation suddenly came from the door of the house, "Ziyang!" This call came from afar and resounded in Song Ziyang's ears, what kind of voice was so deafening, it was nothing more than a mother's call. The moment Song Ziyang raised his head, tears flowed uncontrollably.

The man has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place! At this moment, this sentence has been most perfectly embodied in Song Ziyang.

Mother is mother, even after eight years, even if Song Ziyang is no longer young, but when he heard his mother's call, Song Ziyang still couldn't help but burst into tears. The appearance of Song's mother made Song Jianzhong unable to start for a while, and the greatness of motherhood instantly tolerated all Song Ziyang's eight years of unfilial piety. Looking at Song Ziyang's ragged clothes and vicissitudes of life, the white-haired Song mother said distressedly: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back! Ziyang, you have suffered outside all these years, and Teacher Yu has no intention of blaming you at all! Why have you been gone quietly for eight years, what can't you come back to tell your mother, do you know how much your mother misses you all these years! Mom won't let you go anymore, be obedient!"

When Song Ziyang heard his mother's words, he became more and more ashamed, and he could only keep saying "I'm sorry" to his mother. Seeing this picture between mother and son, Song Jianzhong's stomach was extinguished by the tears of the two, father's love is like a mountain, in Song Jianzhong's heart, how can he not love his son, but the deeper the love, the more he hates, the more he hates, and the hatred of iron does not become steel, probably so.

The family reunited after eight years, no matter how you say it, it is a good thing, after the sad words, the family of three gradually became happy. Song's mother suggested: "My son is back, our family is finally together again, we have to celebrate, I'll go buy a few more vegetables, and you two will have a good drink later." Song Ziyang still remembers that when he was studying in the past, his mother never agreed to drink by himself, but he didn't expect that when he came back this time, the family treatment had also improved to a certain extent, and his father did not express any objections.

Over the years, Song Ziyang has drunk a lot of wine outside, from the bandit village to the Eighth Route Army, from two taels to three catties of old knives and not drunk, but Song Ziyang is still excited when he thinks that he can finally have a drink with his father. This is a wish he had a long time ago, he thought that he would never have a chance to realize it in this life, but he didn't expect that God could still favor him so much.

Song's mother went to buy vegetables, Song Ziyang chatted with his father at home, he hadn't seen him for so many years, it stands to reason that there should be a lot of things to talk about between father and son, but all the words he wanted to say were piled up in his throat, but he didn't know where to start. "Ziyang, Dad doesn't blame you, you tell Dad honestly, where have you been and what have you done all these years?" Song Ziyang didn't answer the question before, Song Jianzhong has always been unsteady in his heart, and now Song's mother is not there, so he put the question out again. In fact, he had already thought about it, no matter what his son did outside, it didn't matter, he was eager to know, he just wanted to be sure.

Song Ziyang seemed to guess his father's thoughts, although his own experience was inconvenient to mention, he still explained in euphemistic words: "Dad, you can rest assured, I dare to touch my conscience and say, all these years I have not stolen or robbed outside, and I have done all the good things for the country and the people, I can't say what I do, I will tell you when I have the opportunity in the future, but not now, I hope you can also understand my hardships!"

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