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I was originally uncertain about my choice, but because of Xu Yi's instigation at this time, I suddenly became a little bolder.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, what he said is not wrong, it’s not a big deal at all, I’m just asking Uncle Xu about some old things, and if these things are clear, then I can naturally talk to Aunt Xu again, which is not a big deal. There is no conflict.

In addition, when I turned my head to look at Xu Yi, he also made a cheering gesture to me, as if he felt that I was afraid to walk like Uncle Xu.

And when I turned my gaze to Uncle Xu who was sitting not far away reading the newspaper, he was still focused on his own newspaper, and didn't notice the movement of me and Xu Yi on this side.

After all, I still need to understand the matter, so I took a deep breath, raised my feet and started walking towards him, until I finally stood in front of Uncle Xu.

Although he hadn't waited for me to speak, Uncle Xu's senses were very sensitive, and he immediately raised his head to look at me. He frowned, his eyes filled with doubt and incomprehension.

"Xiao Ci, what's the matter? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Hearing Uncle Xu's question, I nodded irresistibly, because I knew that what I was going to talk about might surprise or puzzle me, so even my expression became serious.

"Yes, Uncle Xu, I have something to ask you."

Perhaps because he was surprised by my serious attitude at this time, Uncle Xu was slightly taken aback, so he folded the newspaper in his hand and put it beside the table, and asked me: "What do you need, just ask now!"

I looked around. This is the living room. Although there are not many people, I always feel that a secluded environment is more suitable for our conversation.

So after thinking for a long time, I just shook my head slightly at Uncle Xu, "Uncle Xu, what I want to tell you next is very important to me, so I wonder if I can talk to you in your study, it only takes a while time."

"I hope you want to talk about it in my study, then go ahead, it's no big deal."

Uncle Xu agreed to my request without even thinking about it, which surprised me. Seeing him get up from the chair and go upstairs, I hurriedly followed.

His study room is at the corner of the second floor, so it's just up the stairs. After opening the door and letting me in, Uncle Xu closed the door.

Uncle Xu seemed to abide by his usual life, went straight to his chair and sat down, and when he waved his hand to me to sit down, I shook my head at him.

"It's okay, Uncle Xu. For a while, I'll just stand and ask you. There's no need to sit down."

While talking, curiosity tended to make me look around the whole room.The design of Uncle Xu's study is extremely delicate and elegant, with antiques everywhere, and the furniture seems to be made of mahogany, which obviously has the taste of life.

In the end, my eyes fell on a calligraphy and painting.

I don't know the green pine pictured above, and I don't feel familiar with it; but the poem written next to the green pine, the strong and powerful font, made me recognize it instantly.

"Uncle Xu, the poem inscribed on this painting, could it be..." For a while, my head was in a mess, and I was a little confused. I wanted to catch some memories, but in the end they were blown away by the wind, leaving behind a burst of memory. Melancholy and bewildered.

Although the words have not been fully spoken yet, Uncle Xu has already stood up from the chair nervously, and he probably didn't expect that I would actually set my eyes on a portrait.

So he left his chair and walked towards me step by step, until finally standing in front of the painting with me, he sighed slightly.

"Xiaoci, now that I hear your tone, I don't think I can guess. I'm afraid you already know who the person who wrote the poem for this painting is..."

"Uncle Xu, I didn't do it on purpose, it's just that I know him too well. He is my only father, my biological father. How could I not recognize his writing?"

I have never seen my father's handwriting anywhere other than at home.In fact, I have always missed it, but because of my mother, I don't want to go home, so I haven't seen it for a long time.

I never thought that this was the first time I proposed to visit Uncle Xu's study, and I found something unusual.

When I told Uncle Xu that this was my father's handwriting, I couldn't hide the excitement and excitement in my heart, and even tears filled my eyes.

After all, Uncle Xu is not like Aunt Xu, he will not have the same emotional fluctuations because of my feelings.He just stood beside me, looked up at the calligraphy and painting on the wall, and sighed slowly for a long time.

"This calligraphy and painting has been hanging here for many years. No one has ever really seen this painting. Naturally, they will not know that the person who painted this painting is me, and the person who wrote the poem is your father."

"Time really flies. It has been more than 20 years since the poem was inscribed on this painting. At that time, you were just a child."

Before I could ask anything, Uncle Xu told the whole story about his acquaintance with his father.

But for me, there are still a few doubts, because I don't know, so I want to ask him, "But in my memory, there was no intersection between you and my father, Uncle Xu." , how could he write a poem for you?"

"Of course, everyone takes care of each other in the family, but after all, everyone is immersed in the shopping mall, and they are neighbors. Of course, they will have contact, but you didn't know it before."

Uncle Xu smiled slightly. Whenever he thought of the past, he would always be in a state of great emotion, "The relationship between us probably lasted until after you moved away. Since then, the contact has gradually decreased... "

"Speaking of which, Uncle Xu, do you know the reason why our family moved away suddenly?"

It's hard to imagine that I've overlooked so many things. Now that I've got a clue, I naturally have to get to the bottom of it. I want to retrieve those memories I lost, so Uncle Xu may be a good choice.

But when he heard me ask this question, Uncle Xu looked at me with a very pitiful look, "I don't know the specifics, I only know the reason why you moved away back then, it seems to be because of you."

"Because of me, how is this possible?" I was very puzzled, and hurriedly denied it, but after denying it, I didn't know what to say next, after all, it was my lost memories.

Except for me, the whole family is fine, so if the reason for moving away is not because of me, who could it be?

But I don't know what happened to me, whether it was a serious illness or a car accident that caused the whole family to move out of this long-lived place.

I am destined not to know the memory, so I can only pin my hopes on Uncle Xu in front of me, so I asked him again, "Uncle Xu, do you really not remember any details about that year?"

"My father is gone, and my mother never told me. At that time, Chen Tang was still young. Now I can only rely on you to find the answer."

"Xiao Ci, I have already told you. I don't know the specific situation, but it seems that you have suffered from a serious illness." Uncle Xu looked at me helplessly, and I was sure that what he said was true words, and all he can tell me is this information.

"Is it because I... have a serious illness?"

I dumbfoundedly repeated what Uncle Xu said to me, and tried hard to imagine, but I couldn't get an answer after all. I just felt a splitting headache, and my whole body seemed to be torn apart.

And Uncle Xu still sighed weakly, "I'm just saying that you seem to be suffering from a serious illness. No one except your parents really knows the specific situation..."

"All I know is that your family left without saying goodbye that year, and seemed to live in other places. The Red Gold Foundation was still operating, but soon after, your father's scandal suddenly broke out, and then you probably knew everything It's..."

The conversation with Uncle Xu went more smoothly than I imagined, I didn't need to press him for anything, he would tell me everything he knew.

Uncle Xu is not like Lin Xiangtian's father, he will tell me what I say, but I always feel that I am hiding something, even under my pressure, I am still unwilling to tell too much truth.

"Could it be that since our family left without saying goodbye that year, you have never had any contact with my father?"

Facing my persistent questioning, Uncle Xu looked extremely calm. He looked away from the calligraphy and painting in front of him, turned around and stared straight at me.

"Xiaoci, to be honest, you didn't come here today to have a meal with your Aunt Xu, but more importantly, you want to ask me about the past many years ago, right?"

Uncle Xu's eyes were indifferent but serious, which made my face burn hot. He understood my thoughts in an instant. How could this not make me feel ashamed?
I have no power to refute what he said, so I can only slowly lower my head under his gaze, clenched my hands into fists, and the sweat in my palms is getting more and more.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Xu. I know it's not good for me to do this, but if I don't come to ask you, I will never know the answer, so I can only choose this way..."

"Actually, as early as when you were eating, I felt something was wrong. It's just that your Aunt Xu and you had a hot chat at that time, so I couldn't interrupt. Now you come to me, and I'm very happy."

"This at least shows that you can still look at this problem directly, instead of blindly choosing to escape, so you don't need to apologize to me."

"Actually, I can understand Xiaoci you very well now. If I were you, I would also be very concerned about my father's past, so it is understandable for you to do what you do today."

"It's just that you have to remember that I can't forgive you like this every time. Let's forget about it today. If you come over next time, if you ask me something, you will ask me something. If you want to accompany Aunt Xu, you will accompany her. Do you understand?"

Even though I lowered my head, I can still feel the pressure from Uncle Xu, "I understand that one size fits one size, and it must not be confused."