This is obviously a family photo, qualified to stand beside him and the dream of the people, except his father, there can be no other people.

He asked, “Why don’t you have a father?”

Xiao Meng snatched the photo and said indifferently, "His picture was bitten by a mouse, I don't think it's good to look, just cut it."

This explanation, listening to is fabricated.

He was obviously unbelieving, and he picked his eyebrows and did not break the lie of the dream.

He just looked at the second photo.

When I saw this photo, the dragon stood still.

The person in the picture is still him, but not the childhood he is, but the adult he is.He was wearing a well-dressed suit, standing on a podium with a trophy in his hand.Zhuang Long clearly remembers that it was the day he won the Nobel Prize in medicine.

This photo, who took it?

Who sent it to the dream?

Zhuang Long stared at the beautiful, confident and flying young man, in the end, can not suppress the curiosity in his heart, asked the dream, "Who sent it to you?"

He hesitated and said, “People you don’t know.”

Zhuang Long suddenly smiled, and he said, “I guess, it’s Marvin?”He felt that Marvin knew of the existence of dreams.

But I saw the dream shake its head.

Zhuang Long will guess Ma Wen, and he must have guessed that Marvin knew his childhood experience.Also, Marvin is so rich, certainly will not adopt a child of unknown origin as a adoptive son, before the adoption of Zhuanglong, he must have done the investigation.

"Mavin didn't send anything, he just called occasionally and told me if you were okay."

The dragon had an accident.

It's not him.

Who is that again?

Zhuang Long laughed mockingly and said, "Ma Wen himself did not come to see me, how does he know I am good?"

Dream is not aware of the life of Zhuanglong these years, only that his son is very good and has made contributions to mankind.She didn’t know what to say, so she was silent.

Zhuang Long shook the picture in his hand, frowning, and thought to his heart, except Marvin, who knows his past?Who sent this picture to Dream?

When she looked at the expression of the dream, I knew that the woman seemed to speak softly and well, but what she did not want to tell you was not to tell you.You broke her mouth and broke her teeth.The dragon was in a sense of unwarranted irritability.

"Forget it, you don't want to say it."

He got up to go.

Dreams are a bit of a panic.

She knew her own concealment, and made the dragon unhappy.She suddenly grabbed Zhuanglong, who could have flung the hand away, but he couldn’t bear it.He did not turn back, he heard the dream softly coaxing himself, "Little treasure, don't be angry."

He said, "Tell me who the man is."

He hesitated, and finally let go of holding the dragon’s hand.

The dragon is even more qi, and the step is gone.

The dream is a little dazed, and there is a kind of careful way to do the wrong thing.Zhuang Qilin looked at it, came over, and sat down on the small sofa in the room."Don't be afraid, Dad's face is so fast, he won't be angry for a while."

The dream was not comforted.

He thought she didn’t believe it, so he said, “Really!He was really hot outside, especially good!Otherwise, if you make dinner for your father tonight, he will forgive you."

The dream is in sight.

“Really?”

“All right.”

Zhuang Qilin simply said blind words with his eyes open, he just felt that his father actually cared about his grandmother, and being angry with him must only be temporary.In a few hours, it will be fine.

The spirit of the dragon has been very nervous these days, and he has not rested well.

He was not angry, and after leaving his dream room, he went back to his room to sleep.When he woke up, it was getting dark, and Zhuang Long stared at the dark day outside the window, and it was not clear whether it was going to dawn or whether it was getting dark.

He lay in bed for a while, only to find the mobile phone, and when he saw that it was more than six o'clock in the afternoon, he knew it was getting dark.

Strange, it was more than six o'clock, why didn't the manager ask him to go to dinner?

Zhuang Long had some doubts, he casually washed his cold face, ran downstairs, and found that the cooks were standing outside the kitchen."What's the matter?"What happened?”At this time, the meal has not been prepared, a group of people are not in a hurry to cook, are standing outside the kitchen door, this is what to do?

When he had finished, he heard the sound of the dream coming out of the kitchen.

"Little Bao is hungry, wait a minute, mother's food will be ready."

The dragon was surprised.

He went into the kitchen and saw the dream of wearing an apron, and the messy Zhuang Qilin around her.

“Are you cooking?”The dragon had an accident.

Dream nodded, see Zhuang Long in looking at the dishes that have been prepared, I feel embarrassed.She was a little shy, bowed her head, and quietly defended herself, "too many years have not cooked, very strange, the sale is not very good-looking."

"But don't worry, the taste is okay, and those who failed have been lost have been I poured out."Now the dishes on the flow table are the most delicious one that has been picked out after several times.Zhuang Long understood the meaning of Xiao Meng, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but found that his throat was dry and dry.

It’s almost seven o’clock and dinner isn’t ready yet.

After a short silence, Xiao Meng heard Zhuang Long gently and hummed.

He left the kitchen, met the boss, and asked him, "What time does the old lady start cooking?"

The manager seemed to be a little moved, and he was silent and said, "It starts at half-past three."

The dragon is getting worse in his heart.

He was in the kitchen for a while and felt it was pointless.He picked up his little apron, ran out of the kitchen, and saw the dragon in the back garden outside the dining room.He sat with his back on Zhuang Kirin, and his back was very sad.

Zhuang Kirin walked over lightly, walked in front of Zhuanglong, and found that his father was distracted.

Zhuang Qilin reached out in front of Zhuang Long and finally caught the attention of this person.

“Didn’t you cook for your grandmother?”Zhuang Long seems to have just finished a distant journey, and he is a little tired of speaking.

He said, "I'm helping, or I'm better off."He sat down in the position on the side, saw that Zhuang Long seemed very tired, and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

He said, “I was thinking about when I was a kid.”

“How were you when you were a kid?”

He thought about it and said, "I don't remember."

Zhuang Qilin Oh, he said.Zhuang Qilin suddenly said, "It's great to have a mother's feeling?"

He looked at him, not saying anything.

This is a pit, and Zhuang Long dares to nod his head and jump into this deep pit.