Han Lan is indeed very good at adjusting her emotions, and after a good meal, the sun is shining again.

After all, when you were a mercenary, you didn't see any strong winds and waves? If the psychological quality is not strong enough, and the self-regulation ability is not strong enough, it will be crazy for a long time.

Two weeks later, the filming progress of "Sea Blade" is almost coming to an end, but Han Lan has something to do and ask for leave.

Director Wang Qiang happily let him go, people can still take one day off a week, Han Lan, the male No. 1, is filming on the set almost every day except for bad weather.

So it's okay to take a few days off, you can shoot someone else's scene first.

……

Lin'an City.

"Son-smash-"

As soon as he walked out of the high-speed rail station, Han Lan saw a familiar black shadow running towards him with open arms, and the passers-by in the middle avoided in a panic.

Lee Myung-bak skillfully blocked Han Lan's face, but this time Han Lan didn't use him as a shield again, and gently patted his arm to make him retreat.

Here it comes!

The man who had been kissed by a brown bear in his previous life jumped up.

Han Lan threw the backpack to Lee Myung-bak, tied it steadily, ran the internal force, and got up, Tai Chi!

Four or two dial a thousand pounds!

Walk you-

Under the stunned gazes of the surrounding passers-by, Han Lan flicked his hands, caught Han Yiping's more than 300 kilograms of pork belly, and threw it on it with the help of his strength.

Then he walked away.

It can't cure you, can it?

Do you have to play like this every time?

Don't you have a little bit of tonnage in mind?

With a loud bang, Han Yi landed smoothly and steadily, stirring up a burst of dust around him.

"Hahaha, when the son smashes up, he can catch his father, what a good job!" Han Yiping patted him on the shoulder happily.

"......" Han Lan was convinced, silently lifted his mask and didn't want to be recognized, and then took the backpack he had just thrown to Lee Myung-bak and left.

", how is the filming going? Are you hurt? Do you have enough to eat at every meal? Did Wang Qiang bully you? ……”

Han Yiping hurriedly trotted to catch up, asking endless questions along the way.

I went all the way home.

"Dad, what kind of person is my mother?" Han Lan threw her backpack on the sofa and sat down.

This time he went home because he received a call from Han Yiping, saying that his mother's death day was approaching.

After crossing over and being reborn, Han Lan didn't remember much about the memories of this life. But after paying a little attention during this time, I found out that these forgotten memories should be related to her mother He Xiaolan. In the remaining memories of his life, there is no figure of He Xiaolan.

It's like a roll of films, but all the shots of He Xiaolan are cut.

So the image of this cheap mother has always been vague in Han Lan's heart.

Everything about He Xiaolan was heard from other people's mouths after he woke up.

She was a big singer who passed away in a car accident five years ago.

No, it should be almost six years now.

Listening to Han Lan's question, Han Yiping was also slightly stunned, and thought for a while: "Gentle, virtuous, beautiful, erudite, kind, ......"

"Stop! Do you want to blow it like that? Fairies? ”

"Hehe, your mother is a fairy in my heart!"

"......" Han Lan.

Han Yiping knew that he had selective amnesia, and subconsciously blocked all memories related to her in order to protect someone, or to avoid the pain of losing someone.

So he didn't feel angry that Han Lan didn't recognize He Xiaolan's behavior, and beckoned him to go upstairs.

Han Yiping's room hadn't been in here since Han Lan woke up.

It's not that he wasn't allowed to come in, it's just that he didn't want to go into the pigsty.

Yes, Han Yiping's image in Han Lan's eyes at that time was a fat pig, so Han Lan was not very interested in this room.

Isn't roasted whole beef fragrant? What are you doing in your dad's room every day?

However, after coming in now, it is not as dirty and messy as imagined, and Han Yiping is still very hygienic.

Everything remains the same as it was originally.

The dresser, the old CD player, and the shelves are neatly placed with He Xiaolan's albums from that year......

Han Lan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar woman in the photo, she was indeed beautiful. Maybe his appearance is with his mother He Xiaolan.

Han Yiping found a photo album and came out, a very old photo album, and the original pink hard cover was polished white.

Many of the photos in it are photos of Han Lan and He Xiaolan when he was a child, and Han Yiping's main focus at that time should still be on company management, so there are few photos of him.

Han Yiping mainly appeared in family photos in different periods, and it can be seen that Han Yiping was still a handsome man at that time.

In fact, when he was flipping through the photo album, Han Lan didn't have any emotions of seeing things and thinking about people, for him now, it was more like looking at other people's photo albums and other people's childhood.

He is just an outsider to this world.

"A lot of it was taken while playing the piano...... Han Lan muttered.

"Well, your mother has taken you to learn piano and music since you were a child."

This Han Lan knows, and it is because of this that he now has to run to become an idol singer.

"How's it going? Do you remember something? ”

"Not really." Han Lan yawned, not worried at all that Han Yiping would suspect that his son's body was inhabited by someone else's soul, anyway, there was that car accident, and it was easy to explain anything if he broke his brain.

Han Yiping was a little disappointed, but soon returned to normal.

Anyway, it's good if you can wake up, it doesn't matter if you remember the past or not!

At this time, Han Lan found a disc in the album, took it out and looked at it, it said the time, it should have been when he was eight years old.

"Let's play, shall we?" Han Yiping suggested with a smile.

"Hmm." Han Lan did not refuse.

Han Yiping took the CD and opened the video inside in the computer.

The picture quality is very old.,It looks like it should have been transcoded later.,Otherwise, the video shot in that era can't be played on today's computers.。

In the video, it should be a children's singing competition.

"I remember this paragraph!"

Han Lan held his forehead, isn't this the unbearable childhood he remembered when he sang ducks?

"What's your name, kid?" In the video, the host was dressed in a very childish outfit and smiled and handed the microphone to Han Lan, who was only eight years old.

"My name is Han Lan and I'm eight years old this year! I want to, I want to be the best singer in the world! On the stage for the first time, eight-year-old Han Lan was obviously still a little nervous, and such a sentence came out of the second middle school as soon as he grunted.

"Hahaha, Han Lan's child is very ambitious. So, can you sing? The host clapped his hands and tried to sing with him: "Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swim by, come and count them, two, four, six, seven, eight, ......."

MDZZ！

Han Lan, who was sitting in front of the computer, looked disgusted, she would have known that she wouldn't have watched it, and it was unbearable to look back!

Wait a minute......

Just when Han Lan looked disgusted, he suddenly found that the little boy in the video also looked up at the host with the same disgust.

"......" moderator.