The rehearsal for Mrs. Zhang's banquet is over, but the orchestra still has its own affairs.
Fang Jiping got up as usual, and saw Fang Ruchang who was already eating breakfast in the living room.
Fang Ruchang suddenly said at this time: "I have something to do, I will be there later."
Fang Jiping didn't say anything, and sat down quietly. The two finished their breakfast in silence. The nanny of this family has long been used to the scene where the father and son don't talk much.
Indeed, in a family with only father and son, there will always be more time for silence.
When Fang Jiping went out, he subconsciously looked around him... He didn't see the woman, but for some reason, he always felt that she might be somewhere.
Fang Jiping couldn't let himself stay in this place for too long, so he left the community in a hurry.
He had the urge not to go back to the orchestra, subconsciously, he went to a place where he could calm down, a famous theater in the city.
The door wasn't open in the morning, but it showed up here many times. The security outside the door had known the young violinist for a long time, and let Fang Jiping in with a smile.
There was no one in the theater, but a girl was setting the stage right now.
Fang Jiping quietly walked behind the girl, suddenly hugged the girl's waist from behind, and pulled her into his arms. Suddenly being attacked, the girl didn't panic, she smiled on her pretty face, and then said in a deep voice, "Oh, where did the pervert come from? I want to call the police!"
The girl's finger was made into the shape of a phone, and she stuck it to her face, "Hey, are you a demon?!"
Fang Jiping smiled, lowered his head on the girl's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Xiaoman, I miss you."
Xiaoman stopped making trouble, grabbed Fang Jiping's palm wrapped around her body, and quietly let the man hug her, right on this stage.
After a while, Fang Jiping let go of the girl in his arms.
Xiaoman turned around, nodded Fang Jiping's nose and said, "Is this enough? If you're in a bad mood, I can rent out my shoulders!"
Fang Jiping smiled.
The two came to the seats under the stage and sat down, looking at the stage. Fang Jiping suddenly grabbed Xiaoman's hand and said, "Are you tired?"
"It's okay." Xiaoman thumped his shoulder: "But it can be arranged this afternoon!"
Fang Jiping suddenly turned over and jumped over the seat, came to Xiaoman's back, put his hands on her shoulders and kneaded gently, "Relax."
But Xiaoman said with a bitter face: "If the manager sees it, will he fire me?"
Fang Jiping smiled and said, "Then I won't perform in his theater from now on."
Xiaoman turned her head quickly and said: "That's not allowed! If you don't perform here, where can I go to perform for free?"
"Okay, don't talk, take a break. There will be no one here."
Xiaoman closed his eyes immediately. After a while, Xiaoman took the backpack next to her. She took out a crumpled leaflet from her backpack, and then took out her mobile phone.
Fang Jiping glanced at this kind of leaflet, his hands stopped subconsciously, and blurted out: "This, what is this?"
Xiaoman didn't seem to care, while typing on the mobile phone: "Flyers for missing persons. When I went to work this morning, I saw a student-like brother downstairs posting such things. He said he was posting them for others. Yes, I asked him for one. Well, I’m going to post it on Moments or something to see how much I can help. The child’s parents must be having a hard time after being missing for twenty years. "
Fang Jiping continued to move his hands, but said slowly: "But have you ever thought that it might be the parents' fault that caused the child to be abducted?"
"Hmm..." Xiaoman blinked and said, "But I've been looking for it for twenty years? If you didn't sell your child on purpose, you should be punished enough for what you did wrong, right? Besides, if it is If you are heartless, you won't be looking for these twenty years, will you?"
Fang Jiping suddenly fell silent.
Xiaoman raised her head and looked at Fang Jiping, but Fang Jiping patted Xiaoman's shoulder at this moment and said: "I have something else... let's have dinner together tonight."
"Ok~"
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Fang Ruchang went out shortly after Fang Jiping went out. The well-known conductor did not leave the community in a hurry, but wandered around in the forest near his home.
His eyes seemed to be searching for something, and he was very patient. Not long after, Fang Ruchang stopped, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the back of a person who was sitting under a tree to rest.
In fact, if it wasn't for hearing a slight cough, Fang Ruchang wouldn't have noticed that there was someone here.
As a conductor, his hearing is more sensitive than ordinary people.
"who are you?"
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Suddenly, Yang Ping heard a voice from behind. At this time, she was eating breakfast in the property management canteen of the community. Yang Ping quickly wiped her face and stood up hastily: "I, I'm not lazy, it's not time for work yet."
"I don't ask you this, I ask who you are?" Fang Ruchang looked up and down the cleaner.
When the car broke down last night, he seemed to see this person when he poked his head out. Later, when Fang Jiping was following behind, he seemed to be looking for the whole person.
His face was weathered, his skin was dark, and his back was slightly hunched. Fang Ruchang recalled Fang Jiping's actions last night, and had some vague guesses in his heart.
"I, I clean it this way, sir." Yang Ping lowered her head, she didn't dare to look directly at the majestic man in his voice.
"I am Ji Ping's father." Fang Ruchang said abruptly.
Yang Ping raised her head all of a sudden, as if she became excited, but she quickly suppressed the excitement, and said, "Mr., I, I don't quite understand what you are talking about."
"What's that?" Fang Ruchang suddenly pointed at a gray white cloth bag tied to a garbage basket.
Yang Ping suddenly panicked and said, "It's nothing, just some clothes and sundries."
"Let me see." Fang Ruchang said indifferently, but his movements were very fast. Before Yang Ping could react, she had already walked over quickly and opened the bag.
"Hey! You can't see!"
But the aunt had no time to stop it. Although her vision was blurred, she clearly saw Fang Ruchang flipping through her cloth bag, and the aunt's eyes were so anxious that she was about to cry, "You can't see!"
"I guessed right." Fang Ruchang sneered at this moment, found a leaflet in his hand, looked at Yang Ping and said, "You are indeed Ji Ping's biological mother. I never expected that with a population of more than one billion, You can actually find this place too."
Seeing that it had been exposed, Yang Ping said helplessly: "Mr. Fang, I... I just want to see my son, I don't plan to do anything."
"Didn't you already see it?" Fang Ruchang said indifferently: "Then what are you still doing here?"
"I... I just want to see him." Yang Ping lowered her head and said quietly, "Look at him from a distance, I just know if he's happy or not."
Fang Ruchang suddenly sneered and said, "Really? Don't you think that Ji Ping is living a good life now, and thinking that his future life will be guaranteed, so he clings to it?"
Yang Ping panicked immediately, gritted her teeth and said a little excitedly: "Mr. Fang, how can you say that!"
Fang Ruchang snorted coldly and said, "I asked Ji Ping about his childhood. I know you are a gambler, and I also know why your son was abducted."
Yang Ping grabbed her clothes tightly. Fang Ruchang in front of her was like a big mountain, which made her feel like she couldn't breathe. She moved her lips, not knowing what to say.
Fang Ruchang continued indifferently: "Do you know how your son lived after being taken away? I'm not afraid to tell you, after that he was forced to beg on the street by human traffickers. I don't need to beg for money on the street. Have you said it? You have been looking for your son for so long, haven't you seen how those children who are forced to ask for money are treated?"
"I, I don't know... I don't know..."
Yang Ping's sallow face twitched all of a sudden, she slumped powerlessly on the grass, her head lowered in despair, big and big teardrops came out of her cloudy white eyes.
She has cried countless nights and nights, but never once, shed tears that were so sad that her heart was almost dug out.
Her son was abducted back then, and she was heartbroken and scolded by her family. She left her hometown, walked out of her home, and traveled all over half of China with her legs. In the past twenty years, she has never had a peaceful day.
But now, what happened to Fang Jiping, the guilt and self-blame that had been buried for twenty years, was like a poisonous snake that killed her.
"I'm not human! I'm not human! I'm not human! I'm not human... I'm not human!"
Yang Ping slapped her face one after another. These old and weakened palms were exerting all her strength, "I'm not human!! My son... God, I deserve to die, but why are you doing this? To my son! My God... you're killing me... I'm damned!"
Just at this time.
Fang Ruchang grabbed Yang Ping's hand and said coldly: "There's no need to act, I've seen too many people like you! Don't you just want money?"
He reached out his hand and took out a checkbook from his clothes, quickly wrote down a series of numbers, pulled it out, and said in Yang Ping's arms: "Fang Jiping is my son and has nothing to do with you. Here There are two million, you get out of this place for me! Never come back again! You'd better not think too little, this money, even if your son was not abducted at the beginning and lived in the poor place where you used to be, he will spend his whole life with him You can’t earn it, it’s enough for you to spend your old age!”
Unexpectedly, Yang Ping suddenly became agitated, and slapped the check in her arms away like a poisonous snake. Her lips were twitching constantly, her shoulders were weak, "I don't want... I don't want, I just want my son... I'm sorry for him, I don't want this money... I deserve it..."
Fang Ruchang frowned all of a sudden, and said in a deep voice: "Fang Jiping is very important to me, and I will not let you appear in front of him again. I don't care if you want it or not. If you refuse to disappear, don't blame me for not treating you well." You're welcome."
But Yang Ping seemed to be unable to hear at this time.
She suddenly cried and laughed again, and suddenly she slammed her palms hard towards the tree trunk, "What am I betting... What am I betting... You threw away my son, I want you do what!"
A pair of old hands crazily smashed towards the tree trunk, but after a few hits, the skin was torn apart.
The ten fingers are connected to the heart, but they can't compare to the pain in her heart at this moment. It wasn't until she was tired from smashing that Yang Ping leaned against the tree trunk, her hair hanging down in disorder.
Her hands kept shaking, and she suddenly seemed to have not seen Fang Ruchang, "Tiger baby, where are you, mother is here to look for you, tiger baby, tiger baby, tiger baby..."
Fang Ruchang looked at this woman without blinking, and left like a walking dead, step by step, he felt that this woman was already crazy.
"Huba, where are you... Huba, Mommy bought you popsicles, one for you, one for me, okay... Huba, Huba..."
Distant sound. (.)