Lazy cancer late stage

At noon, he was holding the lunch box and was about to go to the boiling water room to heat the rice in the microwave, but he was called out by the supervisor.

"Song Xiaowai, someone is looking for you."

"Who is it?" He muttered, carrying the lunch box and the supervisor to the back door of the supermarket.

Standing there was a strange man with a dignified appearance, who smiled and nodded at him when he came out.Song Xiaowai felt strange, who is this?

"Hello..." He bent forward and nodded.

"Hello, my name is Yang An." Yang An looked at the man in front of him. According to the information, he was 46 years old, but he looked very old up close. People who didn't know would think he was over 50 years old. .

He also speaks with a northern accent, and his figure is submissive.

"The supervisor said you were looking for me? Did you find the wrong person?"

Yangan smiled lightly, "You are Song Xiaowai."

He nodded and glanced at him more suspiciously, "I am."

"Could you come with me?"

Song Xiaowai immediately became alert, "Where are you taking me?"

"Don't be nervous." Yang An smiled reassuringly, "You haven't had lunch yet, there is a Chinese restaurant in front of you. I'll treat you."

Song Xiaowai was still vigilant, "I'm not related to you, so why do you want me?"

Yang An sighed, "Actually, I came here for Songsang."

The old man in front of him froze for a moment, his lips parted, "How do you know..."

"Let's go, it's not convenient to talk here."

There was a turbulent wave in his heart, but his body couldn't resist, and he followed silently with his head down.

That Chinese restaurant is not low-grade, and Song Xiaowai just passed by, never thought that one day he would come in as a guest.And at this moment, he was still wearing a messy work shirt, which looked out of place here.When the waiter saw him, she was stunned for a moment, but she didn't stop him after she looked up to the bank.

Yang An led Song Xiaowai to a small private room, Yang Zhi had already ordered food, and sat there writing.

"Please sit down." Yang An politely asks Song Xiaowai to sit down, and then sits next to Yang Zhi.

Song Xiaowai felt uncomfortable all over.The waiter brought two glasses of warm water.He held it tightly as if he had found a sustenance.

"His name is Yang Zhi, my younger brother."

Song Xiaowai felt that the person looked familiar just now, stared at him for a while, then suddenly remembered, widened his eyes, "Then, that day..."

Yang Zhi nodded, "It was me that day, Songsang lived with me."

"Uncle, Songsang is our friend. I haven't told him about you yet, we just want to ask you: Are you Songsang's father?" Yang An asked directly.

Song Xiaowai was stiff all over, and it took a while before he nodded stiffly, "Yes."

Yang An breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you here to find him?"

Song Xiaowai held the water awkwardly, without moving.Seeing him leaning up to the bank like this, I had no choice but to let him slow down. "Uncle, although we haven't known Songsang for a long time, we also know that it's not easy for him to come here alone for so many years. Now that you're back, explain some things to him clearly."

"Is... is he doing well?" Song Xiao crouched slightly trembling.

Yang Zhi glanced at him, "Very good."

Song Xiao wiped his eyes, "I also think that his life is very good now. When I saw him in the supermarket that day, I thought I was wrong..." He trembled more violently, and he could hardly hold his hand. Quilt.Yangan reached out and took his hand.Only then did he continue to say: "Seeing that he is so good, I am relieved."

Yang An frowned, "Uncle, why did you just follow him instead of looking for him?"

"I just want to see him." A cloud of mist rose in Song Xiaowai's heart, making his nasal passages moist, "He's doing well now, why should I, an old man, bother him."

Just as Yang An wanted to persuade him, Yang Zhi said coldly, "You're just irresponsible, you never planned to be responsible to him since he was born."

This sentence directly made the 46-year-old man cry, "I am sorry for this child..."

Yang An dissatisfiedly smacked Yang Zhi with his arm under the table, and hurried to comfort him, "Uncle, let the past be the past, nothing is more important than the present. Songsang has lost you for so long, you can take it as compensation." It's time to come back."

Song Xiaowai kept shaking his head, with tears in his furrowed wrinkles, he raised his head and handed over two tissues.He took it and covered his eyes, "I can't make it up to him." He wanted to repent or even atone, but he couldn't do anything.

Just a drag.

Yang An sighed, and asked cautiously, "Where's Auntie?"

Song Xiaowai was even more speechless and kept shaking his head.

Seeing an old man crying like this in front of him, Yang An couldn't bear to ask any more questions, so he comforted him.

Yangzhi only felt irritable, and he didn't explode because he was Songsang's father, but he drank several glasses of water.

Soon the hot dishes came, Yang An kept picking up some dishes for Song Xiaowai, asking him to eat more.But he was obviously not in the mood, and he still looked dispirited when facing the delicious food.

"His mother has passed away." Song Xiaowai suddenly said in the middle of eating.

Yang Zhi didn't even lift his head, Yang An asked, "When did it happen?"

"20 years." The pain on his face was hard to hide, full of bitterness.

"Uncle, drink a glass of water." Yangan pushed the warm water in front of him again, "I'm sorry to make you bring up something sad."

Song Xiaowai didn't drink the water, but went on to say: "When Songsang was born, his mother was seriously ill. We went to many hospitals and spent a lot of money. Until we went to the big hospital in the provincial capital, the doctor said that we needed to treat her. It costs a lot of money. It happened that there was a family in the city who wanted to buy a child, so we... sold Songsang..."

In the end he couldn't go on.But Yang Zhi was so angry that he wanted to beat someone, "Why did you sell Songsang, he is a human being!"

Both sides of Yangan wanted to appease, finally pushed Yangzhi to sit down, then turned around and asked: "Ke Songsang said he grew up in an orphanage."

"How is it possible?!" Song Xiaowai's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

Yangan nodded, indicating that he was right.

"I also went back to find that family, but the family moved away long ago." Song Xiaowai also regretted, "I thought they would raise Songsang, why? Why did they give it to the orphanage..... .”

"Does uncle have any other children?"

"There was another..." His expression was dull, "but at the age of eight, he went to play in the pond and drowned."

The atmosphere on the table was tense for a while.

Yang An thought of Yu Hua's "To Live", it turned out that there are such people in real life, they are the portrayal of suffering.Looking at the old man in front of him again, he didn't know what to say.

"Uncle, come back with us and meet Songsang. Do you want this to be his regret for the rest of his life?" Yangan begged.

Song Xiaowai didn't answer, but kept wiping away tears.