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“杰森，你看过这张报纸上的这张照片吗？”维廉先生问黑头发黑眼睛的儿子。儿子摇着头，迷惘地看着父亲。 "Jason, have you seen this picture in this newspaper?" Mr. Willian asked the black haired and black eyed son. The son shook his head and looked at his father in perplexity. “你仔细看看，这孩子像谁？” "Look carefully. Who does the child look like?" 青年杰森大惑不解的看着手中已经发黄的满是汉字的报纸。“这个坐在废墟中铁轨中央，满身血污，哇哇大哭的孩子是谁呢？爸爸这样问，他一定是一个我认识的人。可是我没有一个这样的朋友啊。说不定是妈妈的亲戚，爸爸曾告诉我妈妈是中国人，她早已经去世了，没有听爸爸说起过我在中国还有亲戚啊。” Young Jason looked at the Yellow newspaper full of Chinese characters. "Who is this child sitting in the middle of the railway in the ruins, covered with blood and crying? Dad asked, he must be someone I know. But I don't have a friend like that. Maybe it's a relative of my mother. My father told me that my mother is Chinese. She has already passed away. I haven't heard from my father that I have relatives in China. " “爸爸，这是谁啊？我不认识。是妈妈的家人吗？”杰森问。 "Dad, who is this? I don't know. Is it mom's family? " Jason asked. “孩子，你长大了，我也该把事情的真相告诉你了。”维廉先生显出很痛苦的样子，显然，他是经过一番思想斗争才作出了这样的决定。 | 
