Liang Zhe sat on the sofa, observing every face and exploring every potential doubt.
In my memory, the last time everyone got together was five years ago, on the night of Yangyang's seventh birthday. It was at that party that Feng Yuan proposed the subsequent outing plan. Originally, Liang Yue and Fan Zengming were also going. But Liang Yue was on a temporary business trip, so they didn't go. Everyone was very happy at that birthday party, especially Yangyang.
"It's a pity that the chicken has been stewed today, so we can only wait until next time." Deng Zhongquan clapped his hands and broke the silence.
"This is no ordinary chicken." He Ranran pointed at Deng Zhongquan, "Come on, let me show you clearly."
Deng Zhongquan looked displeased and stood still. At this time, there was a sizzling sound in the kitchen. Deng Zhongquan turned and walked towards the kitchen. As he walked, he said: "We will talk about it later. We have plenty of time tonight, and the food can't wait." rise."
After Deng Zhongquan returned to the kitchen, He Ranran stared at Feng Yuan and approached step by step. Feng Yuan's face turned pale and her expression was blank, as if she hadn't recovered from the fright of the chicken just now. When He Ranran came closer, , she raised her head and looked at He Ranran. He Ranran couldn't help but slapped Feng Yuan with her hand.
"Bitch!" He Ranran said angrily with the sound of oil exploding in the kitchen, "I will ruin your reputation today."
Feng Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, then raised her hand and slapped He Ranran back. He Ranran's eyes widened, obviously she didn't expect that Feng Yuan dared to fight back. She was about to fight back when Feng Yuan suddenly took a step forward and held her down. Arm, whispered in her ear: "If you don't want your son to go to jail, be honest with me. I have the button in my hand."
After saying that, Feng Yuan rubbed He Ranran's shoulder and walked into the master bedroom, leaving the door ajar.
He Ranran was stunned for a while, and then walked towards the master bedroom. Her expression became panicked, and her arrogance disappeared.
After He Ranran entered the master bedroom, he closed the door with his backhand.
Pang Yi didn't know why, Liang Zhe frowned in thought, Liang Yue and Fan Zengming looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
Pang Jinjin stood at a loss in the living room. He stroked the mirror frame and saw Deng Feifei leaning at the door of the small bedroom. Deng Feifei was also looking at him. When he first saw it, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Deng Feifei was already so beautiful. The last time he saw her was about five years ago. In his impression, Deng Feifei was always the little girl with a ponytail and a hand. A small branch, pursed thin lips, walking around aimlessly, as if looking for something.
"Do you want to come over and sit down?" Deng Feifei asked, her voice and expression were as calm as when she was a child.
Pang Jinjin walked into Deng Feifei's bedroom with stiff steps.
Deng Feifei closed the bedroom door.
"Sit anywhere you want." Deng Feifei sat on the bedside, her legs hanging in the air, swinging gently.
Pang Jinjin sat at the end of the bed. When he sat down, he heard a slight creaking sound.
"Are you nervous?" Deng Feifei saw Pang Jinjin's feet together.
"A bit..." Pang Jinjin glanced at Deng Feifei. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Deng Feifei looked more and more like her mother Feng Yuan, especially her oval face, which was almost exactly the same.
"Is it because of what happened just now, or because you're sitting with me?"
"They are all there..."
"Our dads used to be very good friends."
"Yes, we used to play together when we were kids."
"And Yangyang, do you still remember him?"
Pang Jinjin stroked the frame of the mirror, and the reflection on the mirror covered his panicked eyes. He nodded slowly: "Of course I remember-" The last sound was very soft and long, like an endless breath. After a while, he He said, "Yesterday, Uncle Liang shouted Meng Xiaoyao's name in the heavy rain in the community. He shouted for a long time. It reminded me of the scene when they called Yang Yang on the mountain five years ago. I didn't even sleep well last night. .”
Deng Feifei stood up and sat on the swivel chair, then turned to face Pang Jinjin. The two were facing each other, less than half a meter apart. Deng Feifei looked calm, pursed her thin lips, and looked at Pang Jinjin quietly, making Pang Jinjin feel awkward.
When Pang Jinjin was about to speak, Deng Feifei kicked her feet on the ground and turned her chair to the table.
In the living room, everyone had different expressions and there was silence. Only the clanging sounds in the kitchen could be heard intermittently.
Finally, the master bedroom door opened, and He Ranran walked out first, holding a black plastic bag under his arm and looking ashen. Pang Yi hurried up to meet him. He Ranran glared at him and whispered one word: "Let's go."
Pang Yi didn't dare to ask any more questions and followed He Ranran step by step. When the two of them reached the door, they realized that Pang Jinjin was gone. He Ranran turned around and looked around and softly called Pang Jinjin's name.
"Jinjin is in Feifei's bedroom." Liang Yue said at this time.
He Ranran tucked the plastic bag under his arm and walked towards the small bedroom. Feng Yuan was leaning against the door frame of the master bedroom with a smile on her face. When He Ranran passed by, the two exchanged glances at a very fast speed. Then they each looked away. Suddenly, a person stood in front of He Ranran, blocking He Ranran's way. It was Liang Zhe.
Before He Ranran could react, Liang Zhe snatched the plastic bag from He Ranran's arm.
"What are you doing?!" He Ranran shouted and rushed forward, but was pushed away by Liang Zhe.
Liang Zhe quickly tore open the plastic bag and found a Mickey Mouse shirt. Due to age, the milky white color turned into beige. He unfolded the shirt and found that the second button near the collar of the shirt was missing. He took a deep breath, but it was still difficult to calm down the surging mood, which was mixed with anger and excitement. He gritted his teeth and faced the attack. He Ranran snatched him, pushed him to the ground, and kicked Pang Yi away who rushed up after him.
"That's this shirt." Liang Zhe held up the shirt, "This is the one Pang Jinjin wore on the night Yangyang disappeared five years ago. I remember very clearly that after Yangyang disappeared, Pang Jinjin's shirt One button is missing.”
He Ranran got up from the ground and rushed towards Liang Zhe with all his teeth and claws.
"I know that the last people Yang Yang saw before he disappeared were you and Pang Jinjin. This is the physical evidence!" Liang Zhe held his shirt with one hand and pinched He Ranran's neck with the other hand. "Tell me! What did you do to Yang Yang?" What happened to Yang?!"
"You're talking nonsense!" He Ranran scratched two bloody marks on Liang Zhe's face. Pang Yi seemed to have seized the opportunity to express himself, and as if he was taking the opportunity to retaliate, he hugged Liang Zhe from the side and punched Liang Zhe twice hard on the waist.
"Stop it all!" Deng Zhongquan stood in the living room and shouted loudly without being angry. "This is my home. Don't do anything here. If you have anything to say, please say it and do whatever you want."
He Ranran and Pang Yi were the first to let go, followed by Liang Zhe.
"Feng Yuan, tell me, what is going on?" Deng Zhongquan asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know, this is a matter between them." Feng Yuan looked away.
Before he finished speaking, He Ranran saw the right moment and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the shirt. Liang Zhe quickly grabbed the other side. The two started pulling together again, Pang Yi helping He Ranran and Liang Yue helping Liang Zhe. It was useless for Deng Zhongquan to shout any more at this time. After a moment, there was a "hissing" sound, and He Ranran and Pang Yi fell to the ground. Liang Zhe and Liang Yue staggered back. The shirt was torn apart, leaving only a cuff in Liang Zhe's hand.
"Let's go!" He Ranran threw most of his shirt to Pang Yi. Pang Yi took the shirt and ran out the door. Liang Zhe chased after him, but He Ranran hugged his legs. At this time, a medium-sized voice sounded: "Stop fighting."
At first no one heard the voice until the voice said again: "The shirt is mine."
Everyone stopped moving, and even Pang Yi, who was running to the door, stopped.
Everyone looked around and saw Pang Jinjin standing at the door of the small bedroom. Pang Jinjin stroked the mirror frame, glanced at everyone with nervous and timid eyes, and said, "Yangyang... I pushed him down."
He Ranran immediately let go of Liang Zhe, stepped forward and covered Pang Jinjin's mouth, and pulled Pang Jinjin toward the door. As he walked, he said, "What do children know? It's all nonsense. Let's go home."
Pang Jinjin followed He Ranran for a few steps and then stopped. No matter how He Ranran pulled, he just stood still. Pang Jinjin pushed He Ranran's hand away with his hand. His body was shaking and his voice was shaking, but There was a hint of determination in his eyes. He looked at He Ranran and said, "Mom, let me tell the truth, please."
He Ranran angrily scolded Pang Jinjin, slapped Pang Jinjin hard on the face, pulled his glasses off to the ground, and then pulled Pang Jinjin towards the door again, this time with all his strength, Pang Jinjin was like a human figure. The rag was dragged to the ground, Pang Yi turned around and came back, and the two of them dragged Pang Jinjin towards the door.
Liang Zhe picked up Pang Jinjin's glasses. He saw Pang Jinjin tilting his head and looking at him with pleading eyes. When Pang Jinjin reached out his hand to him, he grabbed it.
"If you want to walk out of this door today, you have to step on my body." Liang Zhe shook off the switchblade and blocked the door. "You have two choices. The first is to wait for the police to come, and the second is to say it now. .”
Compared with the switchblade, He Ranran was more concerned about Pang Jinjin's hand and Liang Zhe's hand being held together. She tugged, but Pang Jinjin held it tighter. There was a hint of pain in her eyes: "Son, Mom is protecting you."
Pang Jinjin shook his head with tears in his eyes: "Mom, I don't want to be protected by you like this."
He Ranran was stunned for a moment, and Pang Jinjin added, "Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing."
He Ranran frowned, as if something had been taken away from his body. His tense body softened, and the hand holding Pang Jinjin loosened. Liang Zhe immediately pulled Pang Jinjin to one side, and then was Liang Yue pulled back to the living room.
Pang Jinjin was sitting on the sofa, and Liang Zhe was sitting opposite, holding a switchblade in his hand.
"Tell me." Liang Zhe handed the glasses to Pang Jinjin, "Tell me everything you know."
Pang Jinjin put on his glasses and glanced at the small bedroom on the right. Deng Feifei was leaning against the door frame and nodded towards him with an indifferent expression. Pang Jinjin looked away, took a deep breath, and recounted the scene five years ago in a trembling voice.
