Lu Yanzhou has been looking for Shen Niantang for three years.
The study room is covered with photos of her, the notebook contains more than a thousand pages of writing, and the voice recorder repeats the same sentence every night——
"Niannian, let's go home and have dinner."
He doesn't remember what he did.
Don't remember why she left.
All he knew was that from the day she disappeared, it was like someone had dug a piece of his mind out of his mind.
Three years later she came back.
Changed the name, changed the face, changed the soul.
She took his son and stood on his board, smiling like a knife.
"Mr. Lu, we don't know him."
He looked at the boy who called him "Crazy Uncle" - the mole on his brow bone, bridge of nose, and earlobe was exactly the same as him.
His hands were shaking.
"Is that child... Mine?"
"You don't even remember what you did, so why do you have the right to ask me?"
The phone hangs up.
He pressed the picture of his child to his chest, bent over, and shrugged his shoulders violently.
Three years old.
His child is three years old.
He can call mommy, he can count to one hundred, and he can say "people who have done bad things don't deserve to cry."
But don't know him.
——Later he realized that the person three years ago was not him at all.
