Chapter 315 The Crying Child
The filming location is in a small county, a bit far from the airport.
Wang Zheng arrived at the airport by car for more than an hour, and when he went to the airport VIP lounge, he saw a bookstore.
He suddenly remembered the book in his dad's photo.
He remembered the name, because it was strange for the old man to suddenly read a book called "Love Letter".
In case, he has an extra stepmother.
Wang Zheng led his assistant and manager over there. He wanted to find out if there was this book, but who knew that this book was placed in the most prominent position of the new book, and there was a small roll-up banner next to it, which read "Jiang Yang's New Work".
"Jiang Yang?"
Wang Zheng remembered the "Jiangyang" and "Jiangyang" who had been making a fuss on the Internet some time ago. Because there was no confirmed news, they finally let it go.
Wang Zheng picked up the book.
The book is sealed in plastic, the cover design is beautiful, fresh and pure, a bit like a youthful love novel, and the writing on the girdle is very suspenseful, "A love letter sent to heaven, but unexpectedly got a reply ..."
Wang Zheng felt more and more like a romance novel.
His father won't be rejuvenated in the new year, so he really wants to find a stepmother for him?
Aunt Niu?
What's going on with Jiangyang here?
Wang Zheng felt more and more that he had to buy it and take a look, so he paid the bill and went to the VIP lounge.
Sometimes celebrity can be useful.
After he left, those fans who had been filming and following him all went to the bookstore to buy this book.
Wang Zheng opened the book in the lounge.
At first, he thought nothing of it, but he had the same emotion as Hiroko Watanabe who paid homage to the Fujii tree: time can really take away a lot of things, how many people remember Wang Zheng now, how many people remember his mother, his father After gradually forgetting his mother, getting used to his not being there, even—
He's almost forgetting his mother.
He used to try so hard to remember his mother, remember her smell, her voice, the taste of her cooking, every word of her instructions, but slowly faded, like water in the palm of his hand, The harder you try to keep the water from slipping away, the faster it will slip away.
In the end, only a little boy was left crying helplessly looking at the dried fish in his palm.
It shouldn't be like this.
Mom is so important to him, he shouldn't forget it.
But now that his mother is in his memory, there is only one sentence left, which will linger in his mind once he thinks about it.
boarded the plane.
Wang Zheng thought about this, and boarded the plane melancholy, but it made the people he saw feel a little more charming.
After the plane took off, Wang Zheng continued to watch.
Wang Zheng was startled while waiting for the female Fujii tree to reply.
this-
He knew that Jiang Yang knew about Wang Zheng.
Could this be a book written by Jiang Yang inspired by him and Wang Zheng?
Wang Zheng, Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng chanted this name, and when he recalled the past, his heart ached, so much so that he felt a stomachache, as if a hand was holding his stomach in his hand, and then squeezed it hard.
"Mr. Wang, what's wrong with you?"
The stewardess has been paying attention to the big star, seeing him bending over in pain, she hurried over to ask.
Wang Zheng waved his hand and asked for a glass of water.
Wang Zheng was another nightmare, lingering in his mind.
If there is a reply to the letter sent to heaven, he really wants to write a letter to Wang Zheng: How are you? sorry.
Wang Zheng looked at the paragraph in the book replying to the letter, and the idea was extremely strong, if it was really possible.
Even if it can be sent to a person with the same name and surname.
In this way, he will also be redeemed, right?
After Wang Zheng took a break, he continued to read this book. He wanted to see what Jiang Yang found out.
Then-
There is still a big difference.
Therefore, secret love and the like do not exist.
Wang Zheng admitted that Jiang Yang wrote a romantic and touching story with the help of the bridge between the male Fujii tree and the female Fujii tree. Wang Zheng was also greatly moved, but he did not feel the same.
Wang Zheng watched slowly until—
The female Fujii tree fainted, and her grandfather wanted to carry her to the hospital, and the father of the female Fujii tree passed away on the way to the hospital carrying her on his back. The mother of the female Fujii tree asked her grandfather: "You want to kill even A Shu Already!"
But Grandpa remembered that it took thirty-eight minutes to get from the house to the hospital last time.
Grandpa said: "Don't worry, even if I risk my life, I will arrive within forty minutes!"
This reminded Wang Zheng of his mother's ward.
It was also autumn.
At night, he was in bed with him, because he didn’t sleep well at night, so he was catching up on sleep during the day. In the daze of going to the bathroom, he heard the doctor discussing with his father to give up the treatment, and the doctor was waiting for him to make a decision, “Or you Discuss it with your family."
His father went back to rest at night, and grabbed a handful of hawthorns when he came.
The hawthorn is just red and not very ripe yet.
While listening to the doctor, he put the hawthorns into his mouth one by one, as if for breakfast. When the doctor was silent, he quickly replied "I'll sign it", so fast that the last hawthorn hadn't been put into his mouth yet.
Wang Zheng heard these words, and his stomach hurt again. It seemed that the sourness of the hawthorn had all penetrated into his stomach.
It was already afternoon when we got off the plane.
Wang Zheng originally planned to go to the company, but Wang Zheng, his mother's words, and his father's signature in front of the ward turned around in his mind like a slideshow, and they couldn't get rid of them, so much so that his stomach followed these words. The memory can't stop the pain.
He can only choose to go home.
He didn't feel well, so he didn't drive, and the driver sent him back. Just when he was about to arrive at the community and passed by the entrance of the subway station near the community, he saw a familiar figure.
He was waiting at dusk at the gluten stand with a can of Coke in his hand.
Jiangyang!
The culprit that caused his stomach to hurt almost all day.
Wang Zheng asked the driver to put him down here, but the driver was worried: "Brother Zheng, there are many people here."
Wang Zheng put on his sunglasses, indicating that he was fine.
After he got off the car, he got on the curb and walked behind Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang."
Jiang Yang hurriedly put down the Coke and turned his head: "Who?"
After seeing Wang Zheng, "You scared me."
He took out the Coke again and took a sip.
Wang Zheng took out the book, "Let's talk?"
Damn it!
Jiang Yang stared wide-eyed, here to settle accounts?
Wang Zheng signaled that it had nothing to do with the book, "I suddenly wanted to talk to you about the story between me and Wang Zheng, didn't you always want to know?"
I don’t know why, but Wang Zheng felt that talking to Jiang Yang, who wrote the paragraph "Grandpa Carrying a Female Fujii Tree", might be a lot less painful.
"I'm alright."
Jiang Yang took the roasted gluten, "Actually, your father wanted to know."
Jiang Yang thought for a while, why does this sound like a curse?
"Ahem."
Jiang Yang pointed to the stall next to him, "I also want a roast gluten, let's sit down and talk?"
Wang Zheng: "Does your wife know that you eat and drink like this?"
Jiang Yang: "No, no, I'm suddenly hungry."
They walked back.
After entering the community, Wang Zheng naturally took a piece of roasted gluten from Jiang Yang, "Our love is not so vigorous, and we don't have a crush on romance in the book, so it's not unforgettable. I haven't liked Wang Zheng long ago. Don't like it anymore—"
He looked at Jiang Yang, "There is only guilt."
"Guilty?"
Jiang Yang looked at him eating gluten, this Wang Zheng was about the same height as him, "Did you eat her gluten?"
Wang Zheng was eating gluten, and said in a very normal tone: "At that time, a car lost control and rushed towards us. I just had to react quickly, and if I gave her a hand, she wouldn't die, but at that time, I—"
Wang Zheng let out a foul breath, "I was petrified, I didn't do anything, I was stuck there like a wooden stake, I—"
(end of this chapter)