Wei Ying was taken out of the school gate by Lan Zhan, but did not go back to where they lived, instead they went to a wonton stall in the old city.
Because Gusu University was nearby, there were many college students coming and going in the old streets and alleys, and the night market had set up stalls on the roadside and the cold air was filled with the aroma of cumin from the barbecue stalls.
Under the red plastic canopy with the signboard of “Old Yu Wonton”, an old man with white hair was making wontons in front of a large pot with white steam rolling around.
Seeing Lan Zhan bring a boy in, he stopped his hand and smiled and asked: “Are you skipping class again?”
“I didn’t skip class, I had the night off.” Lan Zhan said, letting Wei Ying sit at the table in the corner sheltered from the wind, and then washed disposable chopsticks with boiling water.
“It’s very clean, what else to wash?” The old man couldn’t help but scold Lan Zhan when he saw how carefully he washed them.
Wei Ying sat on a plastic stool, curiously watching them talking.
He didn’t expect Lan Zhan would come to this kind of market in the corner of the streets and was even very familiar with the old man called Old Yu.
Old Yu noticed Wei Ying’s sight and smiled kindly at him. After looking at him carefully, he said something to Lan Zhan to which Lan Zhan smiled lightly and replied.
Not long after, Lan Zhan placed a bowl full of wontons in front of him and said, “The wontons here are quite delicious, try it.”
Wei Ying held the bowl and smelled it, the fresh fragrance filled his nose instantly. He buried himself in several mouthfuls with the spoon handed to him by Lan Zhan.
It was really delicious, the soup was delicious, and the whole stomach warmed up warmly.
He asked Lan Zhan, who was sitting next to him, “Do you come here often?”
Lan Zhan was also eating a bowl of wontons and was about to answer when he heard Old Yu, who was serving the wontons, laughingly said, “He came here when he ran away from home at the age of six or seven!”
Wei Ying suddenly looked at Lan Zhan in astonishment: “Run away from home?” And even at such a young age.
Lan Zhan looked a little unnatural and said: “I just walked from home to here, ate a bowl of wontons and then went back. It doesn’t count as running away from home.”
Old Yu smiled and said, “I invited him to eat that bowl of wontons, and he told me that he would definitely repay me later.”
Wei Ying couldn’t help laughing. Under the dangling incandescent lamp, a smile flickered in his dark eyes.
He asked Lan Zhan: “Why did you run away from home at that time?”
Lan Zhan said indifferently: “I don’t remember much, maybe I had a fight with my family.”
Hearing what Lan Zhan said, Old Yu only smiled and shook his head.
In the canopy, several college students soon came in, and the old man was busy greeting the business.
The cold wind outside the plastic film roared, but the canopy was warm in the room filled with water vapor.
“So you went back on your own? Or did the family find you?” Wei Ying asked curiously.
Lan Zhan thought for a moment and said, “My family took me back.”
Wei Ying propped his chin with one hand, recalling: “Actually, I also ran away from home, I forgot what happened. I walked to the next mountain, but I ran back by myself as soon as it was dark.”
Lan Zhan asked: “Are you afraid on the way back?”
Wei Ying nodded and said, “It’s dark and quiet in the mountains at night. I’m timid and afraid of the dark. I was scared when I heard the dog barking. At that time, I thought, if only I could get bolder overnight, I wouldn’t be afraid to leave there.”
While speaking, he felt his fingers being held into Lan Zhan’s palm, and wrapped him tightly.
Lan Zhan looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, “You never seem to be timid in front of me.”
Wei Ying was stunned, recalling that when he first arrived at Gusu High School, he jumped up and down in front of Lan Zhan, who was like an iceberg, with a slight timidity.
“That’s different.” He smiled.
Running towards Lan Zhan was the bravest thing he had ever done.
But to go back to an unfamiliar home, he was still scared. Just like when he ran away from home when he was young, he was afraid that his family would beat and scold him because of this. But he was also afraid that they would not beat and scold him, feeling contradictory and anxious.
Wei Ying stared at the soup bowl, Lan Zhan held his hand and accompanied him in silence.
After a while he spoke again, his voice was low, as if to say to Lan Zhan, and also as if to say to himself:
“You asked me before why I didn’t tell you earlier, I said it was because I promised Yu Ziyuan, but actually it wasn’t.”
“Because I’m a little scared, I’m afraid that I imagined something too good, but in the end things were not as good as I thought. I’m afraid that they will be disappointed in me and unwilling to accept me. I’m also afraid that they will treat me well because they feel guilty. I’m afraid that they would be in a difficult situation because of me and Jiang Cheng…”
He had never told Lan Zhan about these contradictory and complicated thoughts. This was the cowardly and timid side of himself that he didn’t want to show.
Lan Zhan’s gaze had always fallen on him, and said to him in a warm voice: “I understand.”
Wei Ying nodded. He hadn’t spoken much since he came out of school but he seemed to open the chattering box at this moment, as if he wanted to pour out everything in his heart, he continued:
“Today I met… them. I actually know what they came to me for. Although the letter of understanding is a bit unexpected, I can actually understand why they did that. If it were me, I think they would do it for me too.”
He felt the temperature of Lan Zhan’s palm, and this warmth seemed to give him the courage to continue to cut himself open.
“It’s a pity that I still failed to control my emotions. I didn’t know what was going on. At that moment, I was suddenly aggrieved. I obviously wanted to tell them the truth out loud, but I just couldn’t say it.”
Wei Ying felt that when he said “aggrieved”, the strength of the person holding his hand seemed to be heavier. He felt a little embarrassed when he said that.
He raised his head slightly and blinked his eyes. When he turned his head to look at Lan Zhan, his eyes were full of bright smiles.
He said, “But I don’t seem to be afraid anymore.”
All uneasiness stemming from expectation had disappeared in greater expectation.
When he saw Lan Zhan in the conference room, he suddenly realized that he had a future and life that belonged to him, that he was looking forward to more.
“Really not afraid?” Lan Zhan looked at him and asked.
Wei Ying nodded and said in a relaxed tone, “The big deal is that I’ll always live with you, I don’t have to stay in that house, I’ll have to go out sooner or later to study and work.”
Lan Zhan raised his eyebrows at the words and said, “It’s a big deal to live with me? You have to continue to live with me even after you return home.”
Wei Ying asked with some amusement, “What if they insist that I live at home?”
“Isn’t this your home?” Lan Zhan asked rhetorically.
Wei Ying was stunned, his eyes fixed on Lan Zhan, who locked eyes with him and continued, “Maybe there won’t be a certificate to prove it for a long time to come, but this will always remain the same, and there is no need to prove it, you know?”
They couldn’t have a legally recognized relationship in this country, nor could they be in the same household registration, but so what if they didn’t?
Family didn’t need proof.
Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan for a long time before he came back to his senses. His eyelids were slightly lowered, but his mouth turned up and said, “I know.”
Instead, he held Lan Zhan’s hand and scratched his palm. He turned his head and whispered, “Then don’t be angry, okay?”
Before Lan Zhan took him away today, he was obviously a bit gaffed with those elders.
After taking him away, Lan Zhan suppressed all his emotions, but he knew that Lan Zhan was probably still having a hard time in his heart.
After being silent for a while, Lan Zhan said: “I am not angry.”
He was just disappointed at his own inability to do anything about this matter, how could Wei Ying not need relatives.
He hoped Wei Ying could have a more complete family relationship than Wei Ying did.
Old Yu greeted a table of guests and walked over to ask if he wanted to add some more wontons.
Wei Ying nodded and thanked him, and ate a small bowl of it. In the end, he couldn’t stand up.
The two of them finished their wontons and were going to leave, but Wei Ying suddenly smelled the smell coming from the barbecue stall outside and urged Lan Zhan to go out and buy them for him.
“Can you still eat?” Lan Zhan asked, but still went out to buy it for Wei Ying.
The barbecue stall business was very good at night. He waited in line for a while before he finished roasting.
When he came back, he saw Wei Ying was listening to Old Yu talking, but when he came in, the two stopped talking.
Wei Ying saw Lan Zhan’s expression a little serious, and when he was about to ask what was wrong, Lan Zhan walked over to him and whispered about Baoshan Sanren’s fainting.
Lan Zhan received a phone call from Wang Zixuan while waiting for the barbecue, and learned that Baoshan Sanren had fainted in the conference room and was sent to Hope Hospital.
Fortunately, the old man was not in a serious condition, but only fainted from a momentary shock. The doctor said he would be able to wake up soon.
Wei Ying’s heart skipped a beat at the moment he heard the news, followed by a surge of fear; he could not imagine what to do in case something really happened to Baoshan Sanren.
Lan Zhan took his arm and said soothingly: “Grandpa Sanren will be fine.”
At this time, Lan Zhan’s cell phone received another call, he took it out and saw that it was from Jiang Fengmian.
Jiang Fengmian rarely contacted Lan Zhan. He had a bad relationship with Gu Yihan, but occasionally contacted Lan Zhan because of his son.
This time he called Lan Zhan for his real son.
Lan Zhan couldn’t help feeling a little ironic.
Jiang Fengmian’s voice was hoarse on the phone. After a few rounds of greetings, he still asked Lan Zhan tactfully if he could talk to Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan looked at Wei Ying on the side, Wei Ying whispered to Lan Zhan, “Tell him, I will go to Hope Hospital tomorrow.”
Baoshan Sanren fell ill, so he should go to visit.
Sooner or later, this matter should be laid out and made clear.
There was nothing to avoid.
After Lan Zhan told Jiang Fengmian, Jiang Fengmian seemed to be a little incredulous.
After saying several words of “good” incoherently, he told Lan Zhan the ward number in detail and asked if he needed to pick up Wei Ying tomorrow. Lan Zhan refused.
After hanging up the phone, Lan Zhan said to Wei Ying: “I will take you there tomorrow.”
Wei Ying nodded and agreed.
After they went back that night, while Wei Ying was taking a bath, Lan Zhan called his father, Lan Xichen.
Before hanging up the phone, Jiang Fengmian told him that his mother Gu Yihan was not in good condition so she had been picked up by Lan Xichen.
He knew that after the truth came out, not only the elders of Sanren family but also his mother were hit the hardest.
The child that was raised with more than ten years of effort was not Cangse Sanren’s own, it was more difficult and painful for Gu Yihan than Jiang Fengmian.
Lan Xichen had obviously learned about Wei Ying through Wang Zixuan. He told Lan Zhan that Gu Yihan did have a relapse of depression. Now he was accompanying her in a nursing home, so Lan Zhan should not worry.
Wei Ying came out of the shower, wiped his hair with a dry towel and walked to the bedroom.
Lan Zhan was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the neon lights outside, he looked calm and seemed to be thinking about something.
Noticing Wei Ying’s footsteps, Lan Zhan returned to his senses, reaching out and wrapping his arm around Wei Ying’s waist, letting him sit on his lap. He picked up the hair dryer that had been placed aside to blow his hair.
He didn’t know why, Lan Zhan seemed to be very keen on doing this.
Wei Ying yawned, hung his head with little effort, and felt the warm wind and slender fingers moving through his hair.
After blowing the hair, Wei Ying raised his hand and touched his head. He was not surprised to feel a messy hair.
He sighed silently and leaned against Lan Zhan’s chest with his eyes closed, and after a while, he asked:
“Are you going to tell me something?”
Lan Zhan was still trying to fix his hair with his hands. When he heard the words, he stopped his actions and said after careful consideration:
“Your…foster mother is in the hospital.”
Before, Wei Zhuliu’s former colleague saw Wei Zhuliu appear in Hope Hospital and reported it to Wang Zixuan.
It was soon discovered that Wei Zhuliu was staying with Yu Ziyuan in Hope Hospital.
After Lan Zhan knew about it, he hesitated for a long time and never told Wei Ying.
In his original plan, he never wanted Wei Ying himself to tell the truth to the Sanren family, he could not bear it.
Knowing that Yu Ziyuan had come to Gusu City, he planned to let the instigator of all things reveal everything.
Yu Ziyuan also agreed, and even offered to apologize to Sanren’s family. Because Yu Ziyuan was unable to move around in the hospital bed, only one video was recorded in the end.
He just didn’t expect that there would be another incident with Jiang Cheng later on, which disrupted his plan.
After hearing that Yu Ziyuan was hospitalized, Wei Ying’s body stiffened for a while, and only after a long time did he calmly ask: “What illness did she have?”
Lan Zhan said, “Uremia, late stage.”
Wei Ying closed his eyes tightly and leaned his jaw on Lan Zhan’s shoulder.
At that moment, he didn’t know what he was feeling in his heart, it was dull, mixed and confused.
He tried to remember the signs on Yu Ziyuan in the past, but he rarely went home in the past two years, Yu Ziyuan’s face, which was always mixed with sorrow, was even somewhat blurred.
He hates Yu Ziyuan? Hate, of course. But…
Wei Ying buried his face next to Lan Zhan’s neck and took a deep breath, Lan Zhan raised his hand and gently stroked the back of Wei Ying’s neck, kissed his hair and whispered, “Go to sleep.”
At this time Wei Ying did not sleep well.
He had a long dream.
Sometimes it was Yu Ziyuan, sometimes Wei Zhuliu, and finally Wei Yanli. The little girl hugged him and cried, saying something, but he was awakened by Lan Zhan without listening clearly.
In the morning Wei Ying and Lan Zhan went to Hope Hospital, he bought some fruits near the hospital, like all the younger generations visiting their elders.
But he didn’t expect to run into Wei Zhuliu at the entrance of the inpatient department.
Wei Zhuliu slipped on a pair of slippers, his face seemed to have not shaved for a few days. He looked completely unkempt that Wei Ying almost did not recognize him.
His foster father was carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which seemed to be breakfast.
He froze when he saw Wei Ying, his eyes fell on the fruit basket in Wei Ying’s hand for two seconds, and then looked at Lan Zhan, who had a cold gaze.
Wei Zhuliu sneered and said, “Finally know to see your mother?”
Wei Ying frowned at his words, Wei Zhuliu reacted quickly and knew he was wrong when he saw Wei Ying’s expression.
He quickly squeezed out a sneer and said in an odd way, “Oh, it looks like you’ve already recognized your own father and are rushing to do your filial duty?”
Lan Zhan’s eyes looking at Wei Zhuliu were gloomy.
Wei Ying did not react to Wei Zhuliu’s words, only said calmly, “I don’t have time to argue with you now.”
After saying that, he and Lan Zhan turned around and continued walking towards the elevator, but after walking a few steps, Wei Ying heard the shuffling sound of slippers coming from behind him, and he paused in his steps.
Wei Zhuliu reached out to grab Wei Ying’s arm, but Wei Ying was wrapped around Lan Zhan and took a step backward, letting his hand fall short.
He didn’t move his hands anymore, only raised his eyebrows and asked Wei Ying: “Do you know where that kid Jiang Cheng is now?”
The word “Jiang Cheng” was bitten so hard that he almost gnashed his teeth.
Wei Ying asked rhetorically, “Have you been asking him for money? How come you don’t know?”
Wei Zhuliu’s face suddenly turned pale, his throat and eyes were angry: “I am his old man, his mother is sick, shouldn’t he pay for his mother’s treatment?!”
Wei Ying frowned and said, “I do not know, you go find him yourself.”
Wei Zhuliu fell silent.
At that moment, Wei Ying seemed to see heavy exhaustion and depression in the man he had called his father for many years.
Wei Zhuliu finally waved his hand and turned around by himself, but he turned around abruptly after taking a few steps, and said impatiently to Wei Ying, “Go see her if you have time, she wants to see you”, and then walked away completely before Wei Ying agreed.
Wei Ying stood still and did not move for a while.
Lan Zhan held his hand in the crowd of people pushing out, put it in his palm, pulled him into the elevator, and told him about Yu Ziyuan’s condition.
Yu Ziyuan was already in the late stage of uremia. During this time, she had been undergoing dialysis in the hospital.
However, the doctor said that it was better to have a kidney transplant. Wei Yanli was too young and suffered from lupus erythematosus, and Wei Zhuliu was anxious to find Jiang Cheng, it should be for this matter.
Wei Ying, however, felt that this might not be Yu Ziyuan’s intention.
Yu Ziyuan was willing to hand him over to others for the sake of this son, and even kept it a secret for more than ten years, would she bear to let him change his kidney for her?
But this had nothing to do with him.
After the elevator door opened, Wei Ying saw Jiang Fengmian standing not far from the exit and looking at him, apparently waiting for his arrival.
Jiang Fengmian was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, the expensive fabric was already a little wrinkled and the usual spring, the warm handsome face was heavy with fatigue and he still had the smell of cigarettes.
Obviously, he didn’t have much rest that night, but when he saw Wei Ying, he still smiled quickly.
When he called out Wei Ying’s name, there was a moment of unnaturalness for Jiang Fengmian.
This unnaturalness became more apparent when he tried to take the fruit in Wei Ying’s hand, but Wei Ying said “No, Uncle Jiang.”
Jiang Fengmian withdrew his stiff hand, his smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, and led the way for the two of them.
He had always been good at talking, but at this moment, he didn’t know what to say to his own but unfamiliar child, so he said something like Baoshan Sanren had woken up and told him not to worry.
Wei Ying naturally followed Jiang Fengmian’s words, not showing any resistance, but also didn’t mean to be close.
To be honest, he did not have a good impression of Jiang Fengmian.
Just one Yeong Lee, who resembled his mother but was stupid, and it was enough to make him have a bad impression of this father.
This was after all a family matter between the Sanren family and the Jiang family, Lan Zhan knew that it was not very suitable for him to get involved. He held Wei Ying’s hand and squeezed it not too lightly but also not too heavily.
Wei Ying nodded, shook Lan Zhan’s hand back and let go.
Jiang Fengmian saw the hand held by the two of them just now but did not say anything and pushed the ward door open.
Wei Ying looked at the opened door and suddenly remembered that night in the hospital, he hid outside the door of the ward, watching his grandparents wipe tears for Jiang Cheng on the hospital bed, obviously only a door away, but it was as if they were a world apart.
At this moment, in the same hospital, outside of the same ward, he took a deep breath, took a step and walked to the two old people inside.
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