The couple who had not seen each other in 20 years are now embracing each other with mixed feelings. Zhang Aihong is holding Lao Zhou, crying with distress.

"Lao Zhou, why did you become like this? You will go home with me now. I don't want you to leave me. From now on, we will be together forever and we will die together. Lao Zhou, I love you. love very much."

After listening to Zhang Aihong's words, Lao Zhou's nose was sour, and tears flowed down.

The recent series of blows, coupled with the hardships of the escape life, made him sober. It turns out that his wife loves himself so much, but he doesn't know how to deal with feelings. She put her affectionate aside and ignored them. The magnificent woman suffocated for twenty years and became a mad woman. Now asking yourself, Zhang Aihong is crazy and bears great responsibility.

It's a pity, is it too late to wake up now?

Facing Zhang Aihong's affectionate confession, Lao Zhou was speechless.

It took a long time to hold back a word.

"Aihong, I can't go home with you."

Holding Lao Zhou's face, Zhang Aihong wiped away the tears from his face and asked anxiously, "Ah? Why? Why can't you come home with me? Lao Zhou, what's the matter with you? Where is our son Xiaoguang? Old Zhou, don't cry anymore. You cry so sad that I feel so sad."

Upon hearing his wife's question about Xiaoguang, Lao Zhou's tears immediately broke.

"Aihong, I'm sorry, I failed to take care of Xiaoguang. To our family, I am a sinner."

Zhang Aihong became more confused when he heard what Lao Zhou said, "Lao Zhou, what happened? I just dreamed that Xiaoguang was burned to death by the fire. He also told me that he had been hiding in the dense forest to watch the flames, that dense forest. I went too. It was very ghastly. There was no light at all. The only light was the flames from the dead branches lit by our son. Those flames were so beautiful. You should go and see, the red flames. It's so beautiful."

"Aihong, my silly wife, did you dream of Xiaoguang?"

Lao Zhou only heard that the dead would give dreams to his relatives, but he did not expect that this kind of thing would really happen to his wife.

"Yeah, I just dreamed of it. I only knew it was a dream when I woke up. I thought Xiaoguang entrusted the dream to me. It must be to tell me something. So I came to you. I think you must know the whereabouts of your son. Zhou, where is Xiaoguang? What happened to our son?"

Seeing his wife's anxious appearance, Lao Zhou really didn't know how to answer, but he had to tell her the truth, so he sighed and choked, "Aihong, our son is dead."

"Dead? Did you say Xiaoguang is dead?"

Lao Zhou nodded painfully.

At this time, Zhang Aihong recalled the last paragraph of the dream, which was the scene where she was kneeling and crying while holding her son's head. She couldn't help crying loudly, "It turns out that my son asked me to dream to tell me that he has passed away. I am sorry. He’s only twenty-eight years old. He died at such a young age. Lao Zhou, it’s all to blame for you. You took Xiaoguang away from home and you can’t take good care of him. It’s all yours. Wrong."

Lao Zhou stretched out his hand and slapped his mouth vigorously. "It's all to blame. I didn't educate Xiaoguang well, which led him to go astray. In the end, he ended up with a tragic ending of a white-haired man giving off a black-haired man. I am all to blame. Failed father. If I didn't take Xiaoguang away from the house, Xiaoguang would not learn badly, and he would not die now."

Seeing her husband sad and self-blaming, Zhang Aihong grabbed his hand and said, "Lao Zhou, your son is dead, so don't blame yourself anymore. You will go home with me now. From now on, let's live a good life. You are not allowed to leave me."

"But I can't go home. I'm afraid I can't go home again in this life."

"Lao Zhou, what's wrong with you? What happened? You can't live in your unit forever, right?"

Zhang Aihong looked at her husband in a puzzled manner. In her eyes, the dirty and dry old man standing in front of her turned into a vigorous husband, a strong man who walked with wind.

Lao Zhou let go of his hands and backed away a few steps, "Ai Hong, take a closer look at what I look like now?"

Zhang Aihong's tears burst out, "Lao Zhou, no matter what you become, I love you."

Lao Zhou shook his head painfully, "Thank you, Ai Hong, I am really happy to hear you say this. But I am no longer the director of the Cyan Film Studio. I am a beggar in appearance and my actual identity. Am I worthy? It's not worthy of you to take me home."

Zhang Aihong rushed forward and hugged Lao Zhou, "Lao Zhou, when we got married, we should not take an oath. No matter what we are born, old, sick or die, we must be of one mind forever and never give up. Therefore, no matter what you become, even if you are a beggar, I will follow you to beg."

"Aihong, you are so kind to me."

Lao Zhou was moved and cried with his wife in his arms, adding a lot of regret in his heart.

"Old Zhou, don't cry, wipe away your tears, and come home with me. Even if you don't become the field manager and find another job, you can still support yourself. I think back then, there were so many rare days for both of us. Come through together."

"Aihong, I'm sorry, I really can't go home with you, even though I really want to go home."

When Lao Zhou contradicted herself, Zhang Aihong was even more puzzled.

"Lao Zhou, why can't you go home?"

Lao Zhou had to tell the truth, “Because I killed someone. Now I’m living in hiding. If I go home, I’ll be arrested by the police immediately. And if I go home with you, I’ll hurt you. "

"Ah? How could you kill? Who on earth did you kill?"

"A colleague was a manslaughter, but for murder, you can't help it very often. It's just impulsive. When I wake up, she has fallen in a pool of blood. I didn't want to kill her."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, you take the initiative to surrender and explain clearly to the police. What's the matter with hiding here?"

"It's useless. There was one person who died at that time. I explained this clearly, but I can't explain that one."

"Ah? How could there be another person? Did you kill that person?"

"No, that person's death was an accident. It has nothing to do with me."

"But Lao Zhou, since one of the deaths of the two people was a manslaughter and the other was an accident, if you explain clearly, I believe that even if the sentence is not too heavy, it is better than living in hiding like this. Why are you hiding like this? It’s a big head."

"No! I can't go to the police station. If I go, it's death sentence. Even though my life is about to end, I still don't want to end up in the execution ground and be shot."