What Zhang Aihong didn't understand was that it was the same flame, and in the eyes of the mother and son, there would be such different results.

"Mom, look at the flame twisting in the wind, it looks like a coquettish dancer dancing gracefully."

Zhang Aihong was surprised. Is this what an eight-year-old kid said?

It is impossible for an eight-year-old child to understand what a dancer is, let alone the ability to describe it.

And what she heard just now was clearly the voice of an adult man.

She turned her face again and found that the boy bound to the tree by the vine was gone, replaced by a tall and strong strange man.

She opened her suspicious eyes and stared at the man closely. Could it be that he was the one who spoke just now? But why did he call his mother?

"Where is my son? Where did you hide my son?"

Her son disappeared in the blink of an eye. Zhang Aihong couldn't stand it anymore. She rushed over like crazy, grabbing the big man and shaking it vigorously.

"Mom, I am Xiaoguang, I have grown up, I am now twenty-eight years old."

"You lied! Where did you hide your son?"

Because she hadn't seen her son for 20 years, Zhang Aihong had the impression that his son was still the pupil with a school bag, school uniform and face puff. She couldn't believe the stranger in front of her.

"No! Mom, I didn't lie, I am your son Xiaoguang. You can understand if you look at my face carefully. Many people say that I look a lot like my dad. Take a closer look at me."

Zhang Aihong stared at the big face and looked carefully, and she found that his face and her husband's old perimeter were almost poured out of the same mold. It's just that he is much taller than Lao Zhou.

She finally recognized that the person standing in front of her was her son Zhou Xiaoguang.

"Xiaoguang, my mother finally saw you. Mom hasn't seen you for 20 years."

Zhang Aihong cried loudly after recognizing it was her son. Twenty years of sadness rushed to her heart. When she remembered that she had been separated from her son for 20 years, so that she could not recognize the pain of seeing her son again, she felt like a knife. However, it was her husband Lao Zhou that caused all this.

"Mom, don't cry, I miss you too, but my dad won't let me go home, nor will I meet you."

When it comes to Lao Zhou, Zhang Aihong is mad.

"Lao Zhou is a bastard! This family was broken up by him. My child, my mother died of hardship all these years. If I can't see you, do you know how painful my mother is? Your father is really not a human being, he is outside Playing with women, leaving me alone at home, regardless of my life or death. If you don't let me see you, your father is a brute. Mom marrying a man like your father is really bad for a lifetime."

"Mom, Dad has had a hard time all these years. He didn't play with women. He has always lived alone."

Zhang Aihong was taken aback, "Ah? Son, are you all true? Have I always blamed your father?"

"Yeah, Dad has always been alone. He is very hard, not what you think."

"Oh my God! I misunderstood my dad, and this misunderstanding is twenty years. For the best twenty years of my life, your dad and I were both singles. You know, I and your dad used to It’s very affectionate, but those photos ruined everything. From the beginning of the photo incident, there was a rift in the relationship between your father and me. After that, there were all kinds of quarrels, separation, and finally the way it is now. It’s those nasty photos. Your father and I have changed from loving couples to grudges. Without those photos, we would still be a good family."

"Mom, you were fooled. Those pictures were taken by someone deliberately to show you and framed dad, because that person has always been jealous of dad. In order to get the position of field director, he tried every means to frame dad. Those pictures were taken by him. Yeah."

"Sure enough, I actually suspect that those photos are fake. Who is the one who must do this kind of wicked thing and ruin the happiness of our family. This person should go to hell, that is, he should be broken into pieces. I can’t understand the hatred in my heart. Xiaoguang, tell your mother, who is this bastard? Mom must find him to settle accounts. The happiness of our family can’t just be buried in his hands like this."

"Mom, by now, it doesn't matter who this person is. The important thing is that he has been punished. Probably his shamelessness has offended Yan Luo, and Yan Luo has already taken him to the underworld to report."

"He is dead, is he?"

"Yes, mom. In fact, those photos are just pictures of ordinary dads meeting and chatting with actresses. I think the reason why mom would mind is because mom loves dad too much and cares about him too much, so it's like this. "

"But there is no sand in the eyes of a person who is in love. When you fall in love with someone deeply, you will never allow him to betray the slightest bit, even if he winks at other women, you Everyone feels like a knife."

"Yes, mother. I know this feeling well, so I like Xie Baoer more than He Xiang."

"Who is Xie Bao'er? Who is He Xiang? Are they all your girlfriends?"

"They are my slaves, but I prefer the quiet Xie Bao'er, because He Xiang is too noisy. And Xie Bao'er will never leave me."

"Boy, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all?"

"I'm just talking about my woman."

Zhang Aihong smiled comfortedly, "My Xiaoguang has finally grown up, no matter whether you have any future prospects, just don’t be as lonely and lonely as your mother. These years, my mother has lived like a walking dead without you. At that time, my mother really wanted to die. Xiaoguang, do you know what her only wish is when she is alive?"

"What is it?"

"It was to be able to see you before dying. It is this belief that has supported my mother to live to this day. Now my mother has no regrets. Although my mother is a waste in this life, she wastes her life for love, but God still gave her one. It’s fair, so that my mother can see you again. It must be the mother’s persistence and waiting that moved God."

After Zhang Aihong finished speaking, the mother and son cried again.

Zhang Aihong hugged her son tightly, as if she was afraid that someone would jump out and **** him from her arms.

After a long time, the mother and son separated. Zhang Aihong wiped away her tears and choked up, "My child, mom will take you home. Mom will go with you to find your dad and let him go home. Our family cannot be separated anymore."

The son shook his head, "It's late, everything is too late."