Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

Chapter 119 Mother and Son Reunited in Pain

"Father, I must be dying soon, otherwise, how could I see you standing in front of me alive?"

The old lady looked very calm, no longer roaring hysterically like she did a few days ago.

It's just the meaning behind the words that is somewhat moving.

Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Yongshou. Through his very familiar eyes and brows, she seemed to see her late husband in a trance.

She looked very seriously, her eyes were red, but no longer crying.

She must have shed a lot of tears in the past few days, but at this moment, she couldn't shed even a single tear.

She no longer worried about who the third child was, but just started to recall the past.

"We were together that year, and we were such a happy family of four. You were alive, I was still young, and our son was innocent and cute."

"What a shame! How could it change? Why is he staring at my San Ya? He is only seven years old and doesn't understand anything. God is really blind."

"His father, you are so cruel. You have harmed yourself and our son. How can you rest in peace in the underworld? Give my son back to me..."

There was little truth in what she said. Zhang Yaoyang pushed Zhang Yongshou, who was standing there in a daze.

"Dad, take a good look, don't you really recognize this old lady?"

Zhang Yongshou looked at the gray-haired old lady somewhat helplessly. He saw her sadness but could not be moved.

After looking hard for a long time, I finally saw some of the appearance in my memory from the other person's old face.

"It's somewhat similar, but I'm not sure. Yaoyang, how about... just forget it. We're already old, so don't bother with it."

It has come to this point. Zhang Yongshou suddenly didn't dare to face it. All he wanted was to quickly escape from this suffocating place.

Zhang Yaoyang naturally stopped him.

"Dad, this is your only chance. After today, the truth will never be revealed. Don't you want to know where you came from?"

Zhang Yongshou couldn't answer this question.

Over the years, he has traveled to and from several cities in the north, and to be honest, he has only been to Kyoto twice.

Every time he wanted to find the feeling of home in his memory, but Kyoto was so big that he had to walk on his own two feet until all the money he had was used up, and then he had to rush home.

He knew very well that he was from the North, but he couldn't remember where in the North he was from.

Now after seeing the old lady, he suddenly became certain that perhaps he was really from Kyoto. Otherwise, the North was so big, why did he come to Kyoto twice to look for her?

In his memory, he always felt that his home was like a maze with many alleys that made it impossible for him to get out.

The answers are within reach, but I still can’t ask those questions.

Zhang Yongshou’s silence made Zhang Yaoyang sigh.

He understood his father's fear of failure, but the outcome might be even worse than what he had caused. He only hoped that he could untie the knot in his heart, no longer dwell on the past, but stand up straight and look forward.

"Old lady, can you tell me what your Sanya's name is? Do you have a photo of him?"

Zhang Yaoyang's words pulled the old lady out of her memories.

"My son's name is Zhang Yongshou."

Zhang Yongshou, also known as Zhang Yongshou, the literal meaning of "yongshou" actually has some profound meaning. "yong" means ordinary and mediocre, and "shou" means leader.

When put together, he is just an ordinary, unremarkable leader.

The people of the Zhang family must have hoped that he could hide his shortcomings and blend into the lives of ordinary people since he was young, which is why they gave him such a unique name.

It was also because Zhang Yongshou was too young at the time and could not recognize words very well, so he always remembered that his name had this pronunciation, and mistakenly gave it the name Yongyuan Changshou.

But upon listening, it was the same person.

"Yes, here is his photo. Take a look. When he was little, he was very cute and sensible. He was the most lovable child!"

The old lady took off a necklace from her neck without any warning.

It was an opening heart-shaped pendant with a very small one-inch photo inside. It was a blurry photo of a family of four, frozen in 1950.

That year, Zhang Yongshou was seven years old, which was quite consistent with the youngest child in the photo.

There is just one thing. At that time, looking at what they were wearing, they were wearing rare small suits, which showed that their family background was not poor.

He handed the photo to his father who was looking at him eagerly.

Zhang Yongshou looked at the photo again and again. There was nothing he didn't understand at this time. He remembered this photo. The memory that had been a little vague at first suddenly became clear and meaningful.

That day seemed like a holiday, but when their father came back, he looked worried. He urged them to change into new clothes, and then took this photo with the whole family.

I remember that he also had a necklace like this at that time, which he wore around his neck with a photo inside.

Later, during his long life of wandering and begging, he was bullied by others, his necklace was stolen, and the photo was naturally lost.

Now the feeling of regaining what he had lost made him unable to hold back any longer and he burst into tears.

There is nothing much to say, they are definitely a perfect mother and son relationship.

However, the old lady looked to be less than 70 years old and had always been quite strong. But after this incident, she looked more than ten years older.

"If my son were still alive, he would be 40 years old now. Sigh... I feel so guilty towards him all my life. I don't know if we can continue our relationship after death."

As he was speaking, he actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Yaoyang was shocked. He didn't expect that the old lady was so depressed.

"You... don't be sad. Your San Yazi is back. He is right here. Take a good look at him."

Zhang Yaoyang pushed Zhang Yongshou forward and sat on the edge of the bed so that the mother and son could have a good reunion.

"Sanyaer, is it really you this time? I'm not making a mistake again!"

"I have been wrong several times along the way. I really hope they are all you, but unfortunately... they are all wrong, all wrong..."

As he was talking, he seemed to be coughing up blood again.

Zhang Yaoyang could only straighten her up and ease her emotions.

"Old lady, now is the time, just tell me why you lost your three teeth."

This is something Zhang Yaoyang has never been able to figure out. What kind of deep hatred would make parents abandon their young child?

It seems so affectionate now, but it seemed so heartless at the beginning.

That’s 50 years. Just think about it, for a child without the protection of his parents to survive in this world, it’s simply a miracle.

Fortunately, Zhang Yongshou ended up in Zhaojia Village and was adopted by his second aunt's father for a few years. Otherwise, he would probably not have lived to adulthood.

"I was forced to do this. If I didn't throw it away, the child would be ruined. There's nothing I can do about it. There's really nothing I can do about it!"

"Not all of them can be in trouble. I have to leave a root. I have no choice. I am in so much pain..."

The old lady was so excited that she stopped crying, but she started coughing up blood again.

She choked twice in one night, which seriously damaged her health and made her unable to extricate herself from the past.

Self-blame and regret gnawed at her like ants for decades.

Finally, the moment he saw Zhang Yongshou, he collapsed.