In a luxury hotel in a beautiful country, someone is looking at the bustling night scene of thousands of lights and bright as day.

There is no sound of firecrackers here, and there is no Spring Festival couplet, just like every day in the past.

Yan Zhongming, the boss of the Yan family in Beijing, now lives abroad all the year round.

He was slumped in the bathtub with a view of the night view, motionless.

The water was steaming, and he reached out and wrote the word "Heng" on the glass.

Between breaths, the word was instantly re-diffused by the water vapor, and it gradually disappeared.

He was irritable, his big hand rubbing the glass, and the bustling night scene became clear again.

At this time, the phone rang in the house.

Yan Zhongming came out of the bathtub wrapped in a bath towel and picked up the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone spoke for a long time, and he didn't say anything until the end.

"Okay, I'll take the nearest flight back and go straight from the airport to Yanshi."

Yan Zhongming was resolute, and when he arrived at the Yanshi Bird Sanctuary, it was noon on Chinese New Year's Eve.

It is the winter season for migratory birds from the north, and there are white and gray birds flying in the sky from time to time, which are rare birds in ordinary cities.

In particular, there are red-crowned cranes that come here to spend the winter.

However, because it is a protected area and the Spring Festival is approaching, as soon as I step here, I still feel that everything is bleak, and the wind is more than in the city.

The car stopped in front of the only few villas in the reserve.

Yan Zhongming hadn't been here for many years, and he remembered that when he was young, he had come here with Rong Qingyi to watch birds, and Rong Qingyi at that time never applied powder, and his face was always full of smiles, full of vitality, and as comfortable as a bird.

He made up his mind to marry her on the edge of the reedy mudflats in the distance.

Eighteen years have passed.

Entering the villa, Aunt Chen heard a voice to greet her.

"How is Qingyi?"

Aunt Chen's eyes were covered with a layer of moisture as she spoke.

"It's very bad, I kept shouting the name of the little master in my dream, and I was in a semi-coma all day."

Yan Zhongming couldn't help clenching his fists and rushed into the bedroom in three or two steps.

"Qingyi, it's me."

Rong Qingyi's eyes were closed, and he didn't open his eyes because of his arrival.

Yan Zhongming touched Rong Qingyi's forehead.

"The fever hasn't gone away yet?"

"If you go down for an hour or two, it won't take long for it to burn again, and the medicine prescribed by the doctor won't take long to eat, and every time you vomit it, you just hung up a drip in the morning."

"Aunt Chen, I'll take care of you here, you go and rest."

Yan Zhongming's expression darkened, he sat at the head of the bed and wiped Rong Qingyi's forehead with a towel, took her hand again, and stared at her seriously.

He has met Rong Qingyi only a handful of times in the past ten years.

Only in a dream can he hold hands with Rong Qingyi like this.

Even if Rong Qingyi is sick, she is still as beautiful as when she was young.

However, after years of misery, her face was full of sorrow.

Since their son disappeared at the age of two and a half, the two of them have been looking everywhere like crazy in the first ten years, eager to dig Huaguo three feet into the ground.

As time passed, the hope of finding his son became slimmer and slimmer.

Mrs. Yan saw that the two of them didn't look like people and ghosts every day, so she urged the two of them to have another one, so as to relieve their mood.

Rong Qingyi couldn't listen to these at all, she became more and more hysterical, hating the entire Yan family, especially Yan Zhongming.

The two people who originally loved each other, because of the disappearance of their son, they were like enemies every time they met.

Rong Qingyi thought that her son didn't know where to suffer, so she didn't want to enjoy the sweetness of life anymore.

She punished herself and Yan Zhongming, and she was no longer willing to be close to him.

After that, she went to the northeast in spring and summer, and to the south in autumn and winter, and all her thoughts were on those birds.

When Yan Zhongwen arrived, Yan Zhongming had fallen asleep at the head of the bed because he was tired from the journey.

He hadn't seen his eldest brother for more than half a year, and this time he came to visit on the order of Mrs. Yan, and by the way, he reported the family business and saw his sister-in-law again.

Hearing the movement, Yan Zhongming woke up.

"Zhongwen, you're here."

Yan Zhongwen nodded and motioned for the eldest brother to go outside to talk.

"Let's talk about it right here."

Yan Zhongming's hand was still holding Rong Qingyi, and he didn't let go when his younger brother came.

Yan Zhongwen took out the documents from his bag and gave them to Yan Zhongming to look at.

"Big brother, this is the group's statement this year, this year's revenue is 5% higher than last year's, and the development of its companies is decent, and nothing goes wrong."

Yan Zhongming looked at it seriously and raised his head for a long time.

"Thank you for your hard work, Zhongwen, I know things are not easy to do, but you have done a good job. What's next year? ”

Yan Zhongwen took out a few more documents from his bag.

"Next year, the real estate and traditional business will still be steady, and the entertainment business is planning to enter the film industry, and we have been in contact with some directors in the industry for a long time."

Yan Zhongming nodded and looked at it seriously.

When I flipped to the end, I saw a photo.

"What is this?"

He picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, and it showed a boy with beautiful eyebrows.

Yan Zhongwen was slightly stunned, eager to slap himself, why did he make a mistake in his busy schedule and wrap this photo in.

"It's nothing, this one is useless, big brother give it to me."

Yan Zhong understood.

Over the years, how many times has he seen similar photos with hope and disappointment.

After seeing too much, others are also sad, and none of the children are the ones he dreams of.

His hand was halfway stretched out and he stopped to look at it carefully for a while, this boy is really good-looking, and between his eyebrows and eyes at first glance looks like the outline of his facial features, and if you look closely, she is as beautiful as Rong Qingyi.

It seems that Zhongwen has done his job very seriously and has been conscientiously helping him find his son.

"This is a child Qiu Dawen saw in his hometown, but unfortunately the blood type is not right."

Yan Zhongwen said with regret.

"I'm sorry big brother, I'm sad for you, I was in a hurry this time, and I accidentally brought it in."

Yan Zhongming only felt that his heart hurt like a knife, and threw the document back to Yan Zhongwen, never wanting to take another look.

Who knows, Rong Qingyi over there actually woke up and turned around, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Did you find Xiaoheng? Bring it to me. ”

Yan Zhongming hurriedly came to Rong Qingyi's side and held her hand.

"Qingyi, it's me, not Xiaoheng."

Rong Qingyi saw the person in front of him clearly, and the whole person became excited and shook off his hand.

"What are you doing when you come back! Go find Xiao Heng! Xiao Heng is waiting for us to find him, I hear him crying! Zhongwen, show me the photos! ”

Her skinny hands were held up in mid-air.

Yan Zhongwen couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw his sister-in-law's appearance, he shouldn't have stimulated this woman with a photo.

Yan Zhongming nodded at him, and he had no choice but to hand over the photo.

Who knows, Rong Qingyi was like crazy after seeing the photo.

"This is my son, this is my son, why don't you bring him, bring him quickly, I must see him!"