If everything could be solved by just apologizing, then there would be fewer problems in this world.
Zhou Bai put himself into the role of Zai Yang and felt that the problems he was facing now were a bit difficult.
However, "Aunt Wang" seemed to be well prepared this time and did not show too much anxiety.
I could see that the expression on Zaiyang's face was a bit ugly. Facing the old man's question, he was hesitant and didn't know how to speak.
At this moment, the picture on the curtain changed rapidly, and then a place that he would never forget appeared on the screen.
"Aunt Wang" pretended to be watching a show, and when she saw the dazed expression on Zaiyang's face, she secretly smiled.
It's a pity that "her" expression did not escape Zhou Bai's eyes, and he could see it all.
In the screen, the voice of a little boy spoke, attracting the attention of everyone in front of the screen.
The little boy stood in front of an open space, holding his little hand and turning his head to look behind him uneasily.
"Mom, I know I was wrong."
A woman carrying a vegetable basket stood behind him and asked in a serious voice: "Do you know where you went wrong?"
"The mistake was that I shouldn't have deliberately damaged that aunt's things just now."
"Then stand still, turn your head, face that place, and say it again."
The little boy nodded, followed his mother's request, and said again to the open space where several bouquets of flowers were placed at the bottom of the corridor:
"Uncle, I'm sorry.
Tongtong shouldn't deliberately break that aunt's things.
You saved a good person, Tongtong is a good person, and Tongtong will always be a good person in the future."
After he finished speaking, he bowed towards the open space, then turned his head again and looked at his mother standing behind him.
The woman sighed softly and bowed towards the open space, then walked to the side of the little boy and held his hand.
"Remember what you said, you know?"
The little boy nodded quickly.
"Let's go home."
The woman held his hand and walked around the flowers placed on the open space, and the two of them walked towards the stairwell.
The little boy was led by his mother in a daze. He raised his head and asked in confusion:
"Mom, every time I do something wrong, you bring me here.
But can that uncle really hear what I say?"
In front of the curtain, Zai Yang and the old man on crutches both focused on the flowers.
When the little boy's mother heard this question, she also turned around and took a look at the flowers placed in the open space.
"That uncle, he must be able to hear it.
He will live in our hearts so that we can always remember to be a better person."
When Zai Yang heard this, his hands trembled slightly.
The old man on crutches had tears in his eyes.
At this moment, they truly felt that Fang Yang had not disappeared from this world.
But in another way, it affects the places where he has existed.
As the mother and son stepped onto the stairs, the picture on the curtain moved up the open space and stopped on the old residential building, outside the windows one after another full of life.
These windows are like a microcosm of every ordinary family living here. Just looking at these windows, you can feel every bit of their life in this residential building.
Zai Yang stood outside the curtain, looking at these windows with stars shining in his eyes.
At this moment, he felt like his heart was being pulled from left to right, unable to find a point of strength that could support him.
The picture on the curtain turned to the little boy and his mother. They were walking up the stairs, continuing the conversation as they walked.
"Mom, do you think I will become like an uncle in the future?"
When he asked this question, Zhou Bai could clearly see that the old man holding a cane in front of the curtain was obviously stiff.
And the little boy’s mother had the same reaction.
The little boy's mother paused for a long time, as if going through a very difficult psychological struggle, before answering his question.
"When you are clear about what this decision means later, you can ask your mother this question again.
If you still hope so at that time, then mom will respect your decision."
When the old man heard this, he looked away from the picture and looked into the distance blankly.
The little boy nodded to his mother half-understood, and then followed her into the house.
At this point, the picture stopped at the flowers placed in the open space.
At this time, Zai Yang finally couldn't hold on any longer, his feet gave way, and he knelt down towards the curtain in front of him.
"The order at that time was indeed given by me.
Fang Yang rushed into the crowd and rescued the little boy, but he himself was instantly surrounded by those crazy mutants.
In the past two years, I have often thought about it, if I had not given the order to shoot, would it be possible for Fang Yang to be rescued?
But I really couldn’t afford to take the risk at the time.”
After two years, the old man heard the death process of his son again and couldn't control his tears.
"I really should apologize to Fang Yang, and I should also apologize to you.
It's because my work ability is insufficient that I can't protect my team members.
I should do better..."
He knelt on the ground, supporting his knees with his hands, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.
The originally resolute image almost completely collapsed at this moment.
But the old man on crutches wiped his tears, turned his head and asked him:
"Did he rush into the crowd on his own?"
Zai Yang raised his head and nodded blankly.
Then he saw the old man showing a faint smile, no longer looking at him, turned around, leaned on his crutch, and staggered away from the crowd.
"I won't forgive you, but I also respect his decision.
Don't worry, I won't hold you back, because if he was still here, he would have made the same decision."
Zai Yang knelt on the ground for a long time without getting up.
Zhou Bai looked at his fragile figure and sighed lightly, but did not get up to comfort him.
There are some hurdles that you still have to overcome by yourself.
He sat on the chair and saw those people brought over by Zai Yang. Some of them went over and whispered to him, and then dispersed.
Zhou Bai sat there, looking at them, and suddenly felt that something in his pocket was getting a little hot.
He reached into his pocket in astonishment and found something that looked like a star among the pile of "souvenirs" he had obtained.
The star was shining faintly, as if it had been injected with power, and it lay in Zhou Bai's hand with some heat.