"Haha...hehe..." Hao Yunyang kept giggling, the calmness and smoothness of his work for the past two years disappeared without a trace at this moment: "My son, are you my own son?"

"Yes!" Hao Zhenhua nodded heavily.

"I am your real father?"

"Um!"

"You have to worry about me calling me dad?"

"Um!"

"Have your mom slept with me?"

"..." Hao Zhenhua was silent for a moment: "Yeah!"

"You are so funny." Hao Yunyang smiled.

"Really!" Hao Zhenhua's voice was still calm, but it was a little more urgent than before. He said as a treasure: "My mother, Zhao Chenxin, you always met her for 2009 years. I don't remember what specific days. Later, because a rival in love framed you, you were sentenced to one year in prison. After you were released from prison for one year, you never thought about revenge or anything else, so you started pursuing my mother. This pursuit lasted for four years. You and my mother got married in 2014, and gave birth to me in 14, and then when I was five years old."

Hao Zhenhua paused for a moment, thought about it carefully, and then said, "When I was five years old, you rode a bicycle to take me to kindergarten. On the way, you accidentally ran a piece of watermelon peel and fell to the stall selling plush toys. It's okay, your old knee was scratched and you had a lot of blood. So you went to the hospital to bandage it. As a result, an irresponsible female nurse accidentally gave you the wrong injection. You passed away, leaving me and my mother orphan and widowed..."

"Is that over?" Hao Yunyang was so excited that he seemed to be the person who died ten years later that Hao Zhenghua said was not himself, and he urged: "What about?"

"My mother cried when she learned the news and got seriously ill. After she recovered, her family's savings were exhausted. My mother took me, who was still young, and sued the hospital and compensated 870,000 yuan." Hao Zhenhua sighed lightly and said, "But the money was taken home the night, and my mother's illness was not cured. For me, she married Liu Crooker in the village just to allow me to continue to go to school."

"I'll ask you, is your mother beautiful?" Hao Yunyang listened with the mentality of listening to the story, and naturally he was also asking with fun thoughts. He thought in his heart that this guy is more humorous than I thought!

"Well, beautiful! Very beautiful! Those who pursued my mother could line up from Liushi to the gate of our house!" Hao Zhenhua seemed to be trapped in the memories, with a quiet tone.

"Who is Liu Crook?" Hao Yunyang asked again.

"It's Liu Daquan from our village!" Hao Zhenhua's words hit Hao Yunyang's heart: "The one you have been fighting since childhood. In 1920, I broke my leg by a car in my arms. I got more than 100,000 yuan in compensation and started a sand and stone business in the village. I gradually got rich. I bought the car and the small foreign building also got up. My mother married him for me, but I kept sticking with my mother. Liu Crookedzi never touched my mother, so when my mother was not at home, he would hit me."

"Liu Daquan, Liu Crooker." Hao Yunyang's mind was in a mess, and he subconsciously said: "It's good if you didn't meet your mother, it's good if you didn't meet..."

Who is Liu Daquan and Liu Crook? He was a mortal enemy who had been able to tie Hao Yunyang from the beginning of the village to the end of the village since he was a child. Hao Yunyang didn't know what happened. He was angry when he saw this Liu Daquan. Liu Daquan seemed to be like this. He became very angry when he saw Hao Yunyang. When the two met for the first time, they were still hungry dolls.

According to Hao Yunyang's mother's recollection, he and Liu Daquan met when they were still in their infancy. As soon as they approached Hao Yunyang, they reached out to pinch Liu Daquan and cried. It would be even more amazing if they could walk or run away. They had to fight each other every three days and a cricket with broken legs, and they could also beat him to death!

In short, Hao Yunyang and Liu Daquan are like natural enemies. The saying that they have been fighting since childhood is really appropriate! At this time, Hao Zhenhua was able to tell Liu Daquan, and Hao Yunyang had completely believed what he said, which was almost like a Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. He, Hao Yunyang, had a son in his forties, and was still the kind of biological child!

"Dad, although I don't know why you suddenly called me fifty years ago." Hao Zhenhua said: "But there is one thing I have to protest to you. Really, I remember it all my life, and now I am forty-five years old, and I can't forget it."

"What's the matter?" Hao Yunyang's mind was really not clear at this moment. He could only subconsciously put on his voice, his mind filled with two words: Son!

"You are so old that you have no future in your life. You have never earned more than 3,000 yuan in a month's salary." Hao Zhenhua's life experience is much richer than Hao Yunyang, a father. The ability to accept strange things seems to be much stronger. In other words, the previous silence has given him a certain buffer. He has not stopped much, and it is quite smooth: "The most important thing is that the pocket money you have given me since childhood is one cent or two cents, and never more than one sludge!"

"When your father is rich in the future and you are born, I will give you more pocket money!" When it comes to the word "money", Hao Yunyang's mind was a little better. After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "At least two steel slaps!"

Hao Zhenhua was silent for a long time: "Mom nagged all her life, and the most common thing she said was just one sentence. You have only made a fortune in this life. Maybe I, a son, can't say to you, but this is what my mother said, I will repost it."

As for whether Zhao Chenxin said it, Hao Yunyang couldn't confirm it.

A twenty-year-old man and a forty-five-year-old son were just chatting and tearing each other apart. Although Hao Yunyang was still a little resistant from the bottom of his heart, he was much better than before.

Hao Zhenhua told Hao Yunyang that Liu Crooked two lovers outside, Zhao Chenxin, who is his mother, although he had never had a relationship with him, many of the business things Zhao Chenxin had done after she got married, so he couldn't divorce, because once he divorced, Zhao Chenxin would have to take half of the money away.

Hao Zhenhua also told Hao Yunyang that the world's inflation will be extremely serious fifty years later. A pound of ordinary Northeast rice costs more than 80 yuan. Zhao Chenxin is already seventy years old. Liu Chuizi's sand and stone business had a serious safety accident more than tens of thousands of yuan in the past. The fallen robotic arm killed seven or eight workers working. Not only did he lose all his property, but he also owed a lot of foreign debt.

Six years ago, he and Zhao Chenxin had more than 9 million yuan in foreign debt left to him and Zhao Chenxin and committed suicide by jumping into the river.

Fifty years later, technology has developed to a level that Hao Yunyang cannot understand. It is said that humans have begun to send spacecraft to find planets suitable for human migration in the Milky Way.

The purchasing power of more than nine million yuan in fifty years is only equivalent to the 230,000 yuan of Hao Yunyang's current time and space, or less.

After losing the family's source of income, Liu Cuzi's family, who once had a glorious glory in the village and even the towns, became a poor household. They lived a month's life with only the government's 15,000 yuan relief fund and Hao Zhenhua's monthly salary of more than 50,000 yuan.

Moreover, the family's income of 65,000 yuan per month will be reduced by at least 25,000 yuan by the mother and son to repay the debt.

In a word, Zhao Chenxin, Hao Yunyang's wife, Hao Zhenhua, and Hao Yunyang's son lived a very hard life fifty years later, so that Hao Zhenhua couldn't bear to spend money to buy the most ordinary smart portable mobile phone. After fifty years, he was still using Hao Yunyang's one, and updated it many times until he could no longer find the straight-board silver-gray mobile phone with parts. He was not willing to change the number of the SIM card!

Fortunately, the family is in financial difficulties, and Hao Zhenhua is quite conscientious. Although a smart portable mobile phone costs only about 50,000 yuan, he has been reluctant to throw away the heirloom of this old antique mobile phone. Otherwise, the phone would not have been able to get through.

"The vitality of the mobile phone is really strong, and it will be in operation in fifty years..." Hao Yunyang thought heartlessly, and was about to get up and look in the mirror to see if he was dreaming, but unexpectedly, the newly bought mobile phone in his hand that cost 400 yuan was sore because he held it for too long, and he accidentally fell to the ground.

With a click, a small piece of paint in the lower right corner was wiped off...

"My dear father, this is the last small piece of original paint!" Hao Zhenhua's scream came from the phone. It seemed that Hao Yunyang had paint removed, and even his phone had paint removed. What's the connection?

Anyway, Hao Yunyang didn't understand the trouble, and he didn't think about going to understand the trouble, because he was squatting down and wiping the place with a heartache: "Good, I bought it a new one!"

[PS: It's been Thursday this week. The new book list of categories has been out for four days. Well, although there is no recommendation next week, I have to at least get into the top 12 of the new book list of categories. Otherwise, I can afford to lose this person, and brothers can't afford to lose it either? Haha... New brothers who think there are few words but not fat can go and read my old book. There are more than one million words. They should be able to read it for a while: [bookid=1549228, bookname="Rebirth of the World"]]
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