Zhang Nianping presented the last lobster and abalone meal.

"Guizu, is this your birthday or my birthday? It's so luxurious." Zhang Pingdong looked at the table with a wide range of meals and was thinking of having a feast, but then Zhang Nianping's words poured him cold water.

Zhang Nianping took off his apron and said with a smile.

"Son, your mother misses you very much recently..."

After hearing this, Zhang Pingdong, who was eating lobsters, felt that the rich meal in front of him was a little boring. After a moment of silence, he said, "Dad, can you still not face the reality... Mom is dead, she was already dead twenty years ago."

Zhang Pingdong put down his chopsticks and said excitedly.

"Dad, do you still not accept reality? It's been 20 years, and there are so many 20 years in your life, and it's time for you to get out."

Zhang Nianping looked at his son who was so excited and looked at the middle-aged woman smiling beside him.

Yes, 20 years ago.

20 years ago, Kong Lin, who died in a hospital ward due to a confirmed diagnosis of lupus erythematosus, was his wife, Zhang Pingdong's mother.

The death of his wife who had been loving for many years was a hurdle that Zhang Nianping could not overcome.

However, one day a few years later, Kong Lin came back, just like before, wearing a moon-white long skirt and a bag of meat and vegetables, just like every day and night in the past, his virtuous wife returned home.

She said as usual.

'I'm back home, husband, have you worked overtime today? No instant noodles are allowed, I'll make it for you'

The tone was exactly the same. Zhang Nianping thought at the time that this person was his wife. If it was a ghost, he didn't care. If it was a dream, he wouldn't want to wake up.

Is she a ghost? Zhang Nianping didn't know that his wife was watching the spark.

Is she a dream? She can touch, touch, do everything she can do, eat, dance, and grow old together, but no one can see or touch except him.

For others, Kong Lin is dead. For Zhang Nianping, Kong Lin is still alive.

Zhang Nianping once thought he was crazy, and he also thought that it was good to be crazy. If he could see his wife again when he was crazy, then let him go crazy.

But the more we get along, the more we feel that his wife is real and can be touched. Can this be fake?

So Zhang Nianping came to the conclusion that his wife was still alive, just living in a posture that he could not understand.

He felt that at least his son should know that his mother was still alive.

At least, let your son know that he is not crazy.

"Son, your dad is not crazy. She has been the pillar of my life for so many years." Zhang Nianping sighed and said, "She is your mom. I know you miss her very much. Now I want her to prove her existence."

Zhang Nianping looked at the woman Kong Lin beside him and said.

"Wife, help me get a bottle of Coke."

Kong Lin smiled and did not answer. If it were the past, she would go to the refrigerator to give Zhang Nianping the ice cola, pour half of it, and put the rest back. By the way, she would remind Zhang Nianping, who was greedy for Coke, to drink less Coke.

But now Kong Lin smiled and refused to answer.

After a long time, Zhang Pingdong was silent for a moment and said, "Dad, I understand your mood..."

Zhang Nianping looked at Kong Lin in confusion.

"Why? Why can't you prove your existence to others? You... You clearly exist here, and your son misses you very much, so can't you prove it?"

Zhang Pingdong couldn't see Kong Lin. At this moment, in front of Zhang Pingdong, he was just a whisper of a mental patient.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Nianping is already an "old patient" with a history of 20 years of mental illness.

However, Zhang Nianping has always been engaged in artistic creation, so "mental illness" has not become a stumbling block in his work, and his life still continues to live like this.

"I'm stuffed."

Zhang Pingdong looked at the food in front of him and put down his chopsticks: "I went to the room to drive my doctoral thesis."

"well..."

Looking at his son's back, Zhang Nianping didn't know what to say, and finally he could only sigh at the food on the table.

"At least we'll leave after we finish eating."

......

Although Zhang Pingdong was a little hungry, he didn't want to say anything else.

After returning to the room, he did not go to the doctoral thesis as he said, but instead stared at the old photos on the computer desk without saying a word.

In fact, he has long been a little confused about his mother Kong Lin.

She died too early and he was too young.

Even if you recall through photos, the memories in the memories are not very real.

He actually envied his father a little, envious of him for being able to remember that figure in his mind, and he would never forget it for twenty years.

Zhang Pingdong couldn't do this. He could not recall the warm embrace even when looking at the photos.

"Why can he remember so clearly? Doesn't this seem to be ruthless?"

Zhang Pingdong lowered his head and sighed with regret.

"Actually, there is indeed a figure next to your father, but it's just that I can't see or touch it."

A strange voice came, which made Zhang Pingdong suddenly wake up, and he was shocked to find that there was a flying paper crane beside him.

The sound came from the paper crane.

"Monster...monster..."

Looking at the paper crane, Zhang Pingdong was shocked and sat on the ground all of a sudden.

"Don't be nervous."

The paper crane flashed with a faint light and turned into a white-robed Taoist. There were wonderful Taoist talismans around him, and his figure seemed to be real and not virtual, but also ethereal and transparent, just like the law. At least this aura really looked like a true immortal.

It is said that people rely on clothes, and immortals rely on clothes. This looks scary, so Zhang Pingdong is not so nervous when he looks.

"You...who are you..."

Zhang Pingdong still said vigilantly that although he was not that nervous, a living person suddenly appeared in his room.

"I came for your father's affairs." Li Yun said calmly: "Although you can't see it now, there is indeed a woman beside him. You... just look at it."

Afterwards, Li Yun gently tapped the whisk with Zhang Pingdong.

Zhang Pingdong's body trembled, and his eyes seemed to have a clear and clear meaning.

"Go and have a look."

Zhang Pingdong couldn't believe it, subconsciously turned around and poked his head out, sweating all over his head.

Sure enough, I saw a middle-aged woman beside her father. Judging from her appearance, she probably looked like her mother was old.

"This...this...this...this..."

Zhang Pingdong couldn't believe it. Could it be that over the years, his father was not talking alone, but was really living with his mother day and night?

"Is she my mother?"

Zhang Pingdong murmured.
Chapter completed!