Han Lan is really good at adjusting her emotions. After a good meal, the sun is shining again.

After all, when I was a mercenary, what kind of storms and waves did I not see? If my psychological quality was not strong enough, and my self-regulation ability was not strong enough, I would have gone crazy long ago.

Two weeks later, the filming of "Blade of the Sea" was coming to an end, but Han Lan had to take a leave of absence.

Director Wang Qiang let him go very happily. At least Jiujiu Liu still had one day off a week. Han Lan, the male lead, was filming on the set almost every day except when the weather was bad.

So it doesn’t matter if I’m granted a few days off. You can film other people’s scenes first.

…

Lin'an City.

"Er smash"

As soon as she walked out of the high-speed rail station, Han Lan saw a familiar black figure running toward her with open arms, and the passers-by in the middle scurried away.

Lee Myung-bak skillfully stepped in front of Han Lan, but this time Han Lan did not use him as a shield and gently patted his arm to ask him to step back.

coming!

The man who had been kissed by a brown bear in his previous life jumped up.

Han Lan threw his backpack towards Lee Myung-bak, stabilized his lower body, activated his internal force, started to move, Tai Chi!

Four ounces makes a thousand pounds!

leave you

Under the astonished gazes of the passers-by around him, Han Lan moved his hands, caught Han Yiping's more than 300 kilograms of pork belly, and used his strength to throw it upward.

Then leave.

I can't cure you, can I?

Do you have to play like this every time?

Don’t you have any idea of ​​the tonnage?

With a loud "bang", Han Yi landed steadily, stirring up a burst of dust all around.

"Hahaha, when my son has grown up, he can catch his father. Well done, son!" Han Yiping patted his shoulder happily.

"..." Han Lan was finally convinced. She silently raised her mask to avoid being recognized, then took the backpack she just threw to Lee Myung-bak and left.

"Er, how's the recent filming going? Are you injured? Do you eat enough at every meal? Has Wang Qiang bullied you?..."

Han Yiping quickly ran after him, asking endless questions along the way.

Just like that, we went all the way home.

"Dad, what kind of person is my mother?" Han Lan threw her backpack on the sofa and sat down calmly.

This time he went home because he received a call from Han Yiping, saying that his mother's death anniversary was coming soon.

After time travel and rebirth, Han Lan didn't remember much about this life. But after paying more attention during this period, he discovered that these forgotten memories should all be related to his mother, He Xiaolan. Among the memories he still had in this life

, there was no sign of He Xiaolan.

It's like a reel of film, but all scenes of He Xiaolan have been cut out.

Therefore, the image of this cheap mother has always been vague in Han Lan's mind.

Everything about He Xiaolan was heard from others after he woke up.

She was a big singer who died in a car accident five years ago.

No, it should be almost six years now.

Listening to Han Lan's question, Han Yiping was slightly stunned, thought for a moment and said: "Gentle, virtuous, beautiful, talented, kind..."

"Stop! Do you want to brag like this? Fairy?"

"Hey, your mother is a fairy in my heart!"

"..." Han Lan.

Han Yiping knew that he had selective amnesia, and subconsciously in order to protect someone, or to avoid the pain of losing someone, he simply blocked all memories related to her.

So she didn't feel angry that Han Lan didn't recognize He Xiaolan, so she waved and took him upstairs.

Han Yiping's room has not been entered since Han Lan woke up.

It's not that he is not allowed to come in, it's just that he doesn't want to enter the pigsty.

Yes, at that time, Han Yiping's image in Han Lan's eyes was that of a fat pig, so Han Lan was not very interested in this room.

Doesn’t roasting whole beef taste delicious? Why do you spend all your time wondering about dad’s room?

But now that I came in, it wasn't as dirty as I thought. Han Yiping was very particular about hygiene.

Everything remains as it was originally.

There is a dressing table, an antique CD player, and He Xiaolan’s albums from that year are neatly placed on the shelf...

Han Lan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in the photo. She was indeed very beautiful. Perhaps his appearance was just like that of his mother, He Xiaolan.

Han Yiping found a photo album and took it out. It was a very old photo album. The original pink hard cover was worn and turned white.

Many of the photos inside are of Han Lan and He Xiaolan when they were children. Han Yiping's main focus at that time was probably on company management, so he was rarely seen in the photos.

Han Yiping mainly appeared in family portraits in different periods. It can be seen that Han Yiping was still quite handsome at that time.

In fact, when Han Lan was flipping through the photo album, he didn't feel any nostalgia for the things he saw. To him now, it was more like looking at someone else's photo album, someone else's childhood.

He is just an outsider in this world.

"A lot of them were taken while playing the piano..." Han Lan muttered.

"Well, your mother has taken you to piano and music lessons since you were a child."

Han Lan knows this, and it is because of this that he has to become an idol singer now.

"How do you smash it? Did you remember anything?"

"Not at all." Han Lan yawned, not worried that Han Yiping would suspect that someone else's soul lived in his son's body. Anyway, with that car accident, it was easy to explain everything after the brain was damaged.

Han Yiping was a little disappointed, but he quickly returned to normal.

Anyway, as long as I can wake up, it doesn't matter whether I remember the past or not!

At this time, Han Lan found a CD in the photo album, took it out and looked at it. The time was written on it, so it should be when he was eight years old.

"Would you like to play it and watch it?" Han Yiping suggested with a smile.

"Yeah." Han Lan did not refuse.

Han Yiping took the CD and opened the video inside on his computer.

The picture quality has a very period feel, and it looks like it must have been transcoded later, otherwise videos taken in that era would not be playable on today's computers.

In the video, it should be a children's singing competition.

"I remember this part!"

Han Lan held up his forehead. Isn't this the unforgettable childhood in his memory where he sang and counted ducks?

"Kid, what's your name?" In the video, the host, dressed in a very childish outfit, smiled and handed the microphone to Han Lan, who was only eight years old.

"My name is Han Lan, and I am eight years old this year! I want, I want to be the best singer in the world!" When she made her debut on stage, the eight-year-old Han Lan was obviously a little nervous.

"Hahaha, kid Han Lan is very ambitious. So, can you sing?" The host clapped his hands and tried to lead him to sing: "Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks are swimming by. Come on, come on, count them.

, two, four, six, seven, eight..."

mdzz!

Han Lan, who was sitting in front of the computer, had a look of disgust on her face. She would have stopped watching it if she had known it. She couldn't bear to look back!

etc……

Just when Han Lan had a look of disgust on his face, he suddenly noticed that the little boy in the video was looking up at the host with the same look of disgust on his face.
Chapter completed!