"What about the photos? There aren't any, either?"
"No.【】"
In this case, there must be a tomb. This sentence appeared in Chen Yang's mind, but he did not say it out.
The mother's expression showed that she really knew her father's previous wife, but after so many years, she had already been relieved.
"Ah, it's almost eleven o'clock." The mother came back to her senses, clicked the clock on the wall, and said suddenly.
"It's already so late, don't talk anymore, go to bed quickly." Mother stood up, as if asking Chen Yang to climb into bed.
Chen Yang got into bed, still thinking about what happened just now. The lights in the room went out, and his mother's good night came to his ears.
Maybe I can only ask my father about this.
When he woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. Since the battle the day before yesterday, he had not slept for two days and one night. He was indeed a little tired. However, he kept that matter in his heart. Chen Yang hardly fell asleep all night. Oriental Express
Pan Bai squinted slightly for a while, but was awakened by a nightmare.
In the dream, I was a baby, curled up in the arms of a woman, but suddenly another woman appeared and wanted to take me away from the first woman's arms. I was touched by four hands, and I burst into tears.
, he was woken up immediately, his whole body was wet, and he was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
Chen Yang got out of bed and drank half a glass of water. He felt that he should not be like this. There are thousands of countless examples of this kind of thing in the world. It was probably normal, but it just happened to happen to him.
No matter what, my feelings for my current mother will never change. It's enough to know this.
When he walked out of the room, his father was reporting in the living room. Chen Yang was a little surprised to see his father there.
"Dad, you didn't go to work today?"
"Today is Sunday."
"oh."
"Your mother has prepared breakfast for you. It's in the microwave."
"Where's my mother?"
"I just went out to buy groceries. I said I would make you something delicious for lunch."
Going to buy groceries so early, Chen Yang couldn't help but smile. It would be great if the words he heard last night were really a dream.
Chen Yang took his favorite ham and eggs for breakfast to the living room and sat down across the coffee table facing his father. The father and son sat opposite each other, one eating breakfast while the other said nothing.
There is nothing surprising about this. My father is usually like this, reticent, and reporting is his only hobby.
Chen Yang's eyes stayed on his father's face behind the newspaper. When he came back last night, his father's behavior was not abnormal at all. It was exactly the movements and expressions that an ordinary young man should have. Chen Yang still remembers what his father was pointing at that time.
Trembling, such a subtle movement, cannot be fake.
However, the information obtained from the government at that time, including photos, was indeed exactly what his father looked like when he was young. He looked the same and even had the same name. Is it possible that such a coincidence could exist in this world?
"What's wrong?" the father asked, putting down the newspaper, seeming to be aware of his son's gaze.
"It's okay." Chen Yang hurriedly lowered his head and started eating breakfast. However, if that man was really his father, the founder of Zhouxu, the creator of Apocalypse, and the supreme commander of the entire Apostle Legion, how could he hide such a small thing from his son?
, naturally it is also a piece of cake.
He swallowed the last piece of toast. If he didn't find out the truth this time, he would not be able to leave home in peace.
"Dad, my mother told me something last night." Chen Yang said in a solemn tone, which was not a pretense.
The father's expression did not change much, "Well, you know, your mother decided to tell you this matter after discussing it with me."
But it can be seen that he still cares about Chen Yang's feelings. Judging from the look in his eyes, his mind is not on that at all.
Chen Yang deliberately let his uneasiness show, staring at his father, "My mother...she died for some reason."
This sentence seemed to touch a certain nerve in his father's body. His body shook slightly and his face changed slightly.
"Difficult childbirth." These two words came out of his mouth, and the doubt seemed heavier.
There was silence between father and son for a while. Chen Yang was thinking about how to expose his father's mask next, and at the same time, he also wanted to solve the mystery about his biological mother.
"I think you should have some photos of my mother from before, dad, right?" Chen Yang noticed that his father was about to get up and seemed to want to go to the toilet. He took this opportunity to ask.
There was a pause on the father's face for a few seconds, and then he said in an unchanging tone, "No, I burned all the photos of your mother on the day she died."
Burned? This statement is really suspicious. Unless there was any quarrel between the two people during their lives, there is no need to burn all the photos even if they don’t want to miss the person. And generally speaking, as long as the person is still missing in the heart
People will save photos as the most precious things.
His father's words aroused great suspicion in Chen Yang. He was already sure that there must be some problem between his father and his biological mother, because when he talked about his mother, his expression was very unnatural, as if he was trying his best to hide something.
However, no one can hide this matter. Chen Yang continued, "Can you tell me where my mother's tomb is? I want to go to my mother today."
Father shook his head, "Your mother's tomb is not here."
"Why?"
"Your mother was not a local. After her death, her ashes..." said her father, paused, "and she was buried back in her hometown."
"Where is that?" Chen Yang asked, ignoring his father's frowning expression.
My father named a place, and he looked obviously impatient.
For a son who has never met his biological mother, it is natural, or even necessary, to go to the grave to see him. But what does his father's expression mean?
My father seemed to have noticed it, and coughed twice to hide his expression.
"My mother's family, that is, my grandparents, are still alive." Chen Yang stood up and looked directly at his father.
"I don't know. I haven't contacted you for many years. Ever since your mother passed away..." When my father said this, he seemed to be leaving the sofa, but then he sat down again, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and held it in his mouth.
Lit on.
My father usually doesn't smoke at home. Last night he smoked two cigarettes because his missing son suddenly came home. Now he smoked a third cigarette in front of Chen Yang.
Chen Yang sat down and said no more. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while. For a son who had just learned that his biological mother had passed away, this situation was normal.
The morning news was playing on the TV. It seemed that in order to take care of Chen Yang's mood, his father changed the channel. Then he jumped to a station and it seemed that a movie was being played. It looked like an old movie produced in Hong Kong in the early days. Lin Zhengying appeared. He was dressed as a Taoist priest.
clothes, holding a mahogany sword and fighting fiercely with two zombies wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms.
My father frowned and changed the channel. He had never liked this kind of chaotic scene, and today his eyes seemed to show an even more bored look.
Chen Yang suddenly said, "Dad, do you believe in zombies?"
"What?"
"Do you believe there are zombies in this world?"
The father gave Chen Yang a strange look, then put down the remote control and slowly picked up the newspaper, "What do you think?"
"I think so." Chen Yang stared at his father's expression.
"Play less games in the future."
The father's frowning expression was a bit reproachful, but also child-like, but nothing unusual so far.
Chen Yang picked up the remote control and turned off the TV with a snap.
"Dad, what do you think the world would have been like two hundred years ago?"
The father wondered why his son kept asking such irrelevant questions today. At this time, his face became serious, he put down the newspaper, clasped his hands and stared at Chen Yang, "Where have you been this year? Are you with someone else?"
A mixed bag of people?"
Chen Yang knew that if he didn't expose his father this time, he would never have another chance in the future, so he simply said, "That place is neither far nor close. I also met Yan Yue there."
The father was stunned for a moment, then his expression became anxious, "Have you seen Yan Yue?"
It really looks like he is pretending, Chen Yang thought in his heart, his eyes constantly watching his father's face, but it was just the anxiety of an ordinary young man who cares about his son.
"Are you together? Where is that place? Where is Yanyue now?" his father asked in rapid succession.
Chen Yang looked directly into his father's eyes. No matter how disguised his expression was, his eyes could not escape his true thoughts. He said word by word, "That is a place called Holy Light City. Yan Yue is very good. He asked me to tell him
You don't have to worry about him."
My father muttered, as if he was wondering what the words "Holy Light City" were, and then asked, "He didn't tell you when he would come back."
"Perhaps never." Chen Yangqi's eyes dimmed. This was an emotion he couldn't control himself.
My father didn't speak, but there was only disappointment and loss in his eyes, not sadness.
If that person is really the father, it is conceivable that the father came to the end of the world when he was young. After spending some time there, he returned to the past era and started a normal life again until today. And he can predict the future.
Those things were compiled into a book of prophecy and left in Zhouxu as important instructions for Zhouxu's actions.
If it is possible that my father has reached the future farther than anyone else, then it is impossible for him not to know about Yan Yue's death, even the fate of this earth, and the end of the apocalypse. This man has come to his eyes early. Perhaps he came to the scene because of despair.
I went back to the past and chose this kind of life, but what could make people like my father despair? Is it really the end of the world? Will mankind be able to stop the distant clan from being destroyed?
Chen Yang raised his head, and his father was still looking at him, as if he wanted to know more about Yan Yue.
Chen Yang lowered his head and started to clear away the plates, recalling every detail in his mind, including the slightest change in his father's face. But to his disappointment, there was not a trace, not even a slight abnormality, from his father's face.
It turned out that I couldn't find anything related to the end of the world at all.