As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Nuan noticed that Su Ran's face turned pale.
"Chengyang, how can you tell others such an important thing casually?" She said with an angry smile, and then said to Wen Nuan, "Let's go quickly, Qingyan is already waiting over there."
"Don't forget, we are the best man and bridesmaid today." Su Ran said with a smile.
But Nuan Nuan always felt that she was still afraid that they would say another word to the man in front of her who looked very much like Wen Fengbai.
"Comrade Su," Wen Nuan smiled, "then you work first, and we will talk slowly after you are done."
She is not in a hurry.
Sure enough, the smile on Su Ran's face stopped.
She looked nervously at the man named Wen Chengyang next to her, and heard him say, "Okay, please wait for me, I also have some things I want to figure out."
After saying that, he nodded apologetically to Zhao and Wen Nuan, and then said to Su Ran, "Let's go, I'll go tell Qingyan and the others."
"Oh, okay." Su Ran stuttered a little.
After walking for a while, she turned back to look at Zhao and Wen Nuan. Seeing that they were still standing far away, she had no choice but to turn around and walk with Wen Chengyang.
Just after leaving the sight of the two of them, Su Ran suddenly fainted.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Chengyang asked hurriedly.
"Chengyang, I...I feel a little uncomfortable." Su Ran frowned and looked at Wen Chengyang nervously, "Shall we go back?"
"You don't want me to talk to them?" Wen Chengyang said.
Su Ran was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile, "So, is it okay?"
"Just think it's for me." She continued, "After so many years, no one has been looking for you. Maybe... I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
"No, it won't." Wen Chengyang shook his head.
The old man's gaffe and sadness when he saw him just now were not pretending, they came from the bottom of his heart.
Su Ran pursed her lips.
"Don't be afraid," Wen Chengyang squeezed her hand, "Xiao Nuan said I'm not married."
Su Ran's eyes suddenly lit up.
"You are still like that, everything shows on your face." Wen Chengyang said with a smile.
"I'm just afraid of losing you." Su Ran whispered.
If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, she really wanted to hug Wen Chengyang.
"I was wrong just now, I'm sorry." She solemnly apologized to Wen Chengyang, "I was too narrow-minded."
Wen Chengyang smiled and shook his head.
"Then you go with them to the room next door where we are resting. I'll go and tell Qingyan and then go over." After Su Ran figured it out, she stopped worrying and said with a smile.
"No need, I'll take him directly to my dormitory." Wen Chengyang said.
This is the cafeteria of the institute, not far from his dormitory.
"Okay." Su Ran was stunned and nodded.
In fact, it’s useless even to worry about it.
If they wanted to find him, they could follow Zhao Qingyan's connections and find Wen Chengyang.
Even if she wanted to, she couldn't.
But when she saw Wen Nuan and Zhao just now, Su Ran panicked and instinctively didn't want them to talk anymore.
She was afraid. After all, Wen Chengyang was not young anymore. What if he had a wife and children in the countryside?
They are not married yet. With Wen Chengyang's temperament, if he knew that he had a wife and children in the past, he would definitely break up with her.
She didn't dare to think about it, and hurriedly explained to Zhao Qingyan and hurried to find Wen Chengyang.
Wen Chengyang's return was not a surprise here, but Zhao looked at him with some hope.
"This is not far from my dormitory. If you don't mind, come and sit at my place." He said respectfully to Mrs. Zhao.
Mrs. Zhao nodded with tears in her eyes.
He didn't know that although he had lost his memory, some small habits were engraved in his bones, such as pinching his fingers because he was nervous when he spoke just now.
This little trick has been with him since he was a child.
But when he came to the army, it was rare to see him like this.
Although Wen Chengyang's room was not big, it was very clean and tidy. Wen Nuan helped Zhao into the room, and Wen Chengyang found a stool for her to sit on.
He was busy going to pour water for her, but Zhao stopped him and held his hand, "Stop busying, I just want to ask you, is there something... on your back?"
A mole the size of a soybean?”
Wen Chengyang froze, but he still shook his head.
Zhao's and Wen Nuan's hearts also fell immediately.
Just listen to him say, "I don't know either."
"Don't know?" Wen Nuan asked doubtfully.
"I have been seriously injured, hurting my head and back." After Wen Chengyang finished speaking, he glanced at Wen Nuan, who turned around and went to the window.
Wen Chengyang showed his back to Ms. Zhao.
You can still see the scars on his back.
Mrs. Zhao was filled with tears, stroking his back with trembling hands, "How...how could it hurt like this?"
Tears fell uncontrollably on Wen Chengyang's back.
"Don't cry," Wen Chengyang put down his clothes and said with a smile, "It's all over. The pain is gone."
"It's not made of steel, so how could it not hurt?" Ms. Zhao looked at him with tears in her eyes, "How did you endure so many injuries in the first place?"
Wen Chengyang's eyes were also a little moist, especially when he saw Zhao's distressed look, his heart also clenched and ached.
He squatted down and asked, "Are there any other marks on my body?"
In fact, Zhao didn't need to say it, but he had a vague feeling in his heart that the old man in front of him was her mother.
He put his head on Mrs. Zhao's lap, "When I see you, I feel like getting close to you."
"Yes, yes." Mrs. Zhao wiped away her tears and held his arm, "You were naughty when you were a child. Once you went to climb a tree to pick fruits. Your father and I were shocked. We wanted to tell you that you dare not
call."
"But when you turned around and saw us, you slipped and fell from the branch, and your father hurriedly caught you."
"But your arm still made a scratch on the branch."
The scratch was on the inside of her arm, where the meat was the tenderest and most painful, but it didn't make her feel bad.
When Wen Chengyang heard her words, tears were already streaming down his face.
"Mom." He suddenly threw himself into Mrs. Zhao's arms and cried loudly.
Mrs. Zhao also hugged him tightly, "It's really my son, it's really my son!"
Wen Nuan stood nearby with tears in his eyes.
"Mom, look at it." Wen Chengyang cried and smiled as he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. As expected, there was a scar on the inside of his arm.
The traces left behind by the mischievous and mischievous days have now become witnesses of the recognition of mother and son.
Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but hug him and cry again.
"My son is not dead, my son is not dead!" The old lady cried while looking at her son carefully.
It's like trying to make up for what I haven't seen in these years.