Mr. He, please respect yourself

Five thirty in the morning.

Several days have passed since the day I saw Song Suian.Last night, Ji Changqing and Li Zhihui booked a plane ticket and left, only Li Yaoxu stayed with him in the school apartment.

After hesitating for a few days, Song Zicheng still took out the report.

He didn't do a good job in psychological construction, and he didn't dare to read the results of the report alone, so he simply dragged Li Yaoxu to keep him from sleeping. , Song Zicheng finally became a beautiful and charming pig teammate, and successfully angered Li Yaoxu.

"I've worked so hard to earn points and upgrade, but you beat me back to pre-liberation with one move?!"

The young master of the Li family groaned and scolded Song Zicheng for being hypocritical. In a rage, he snatched the report, opened it, and threw it to Song Zicheng.

The actions were rough and the language was beautiful, thanks to Li Yaoxu's blessing, Song Zicheng saw the result of the appraisal.

He couldn't tell what he felt when he saw the word 'matching'. It seemed that he didn't have too much turmoil, nor did he have much joy or worry.

The result of caring about it for many years was finally in front of him. At that moment, Song Zicheng's heart was unexpectedly calm.

He thought he would cry, even Li Yaoxu thought Song Zicheng would cry, even if he didn't cry, he should be very excited, anyway, it couldn't be the current reaction.

But nothing.

There really wasn't much ups and downs in my heart.

Song Zicheng couldn't figure it out, he knew how much more excited he felt when he stayed up all night to grab the limited skin.

Only last night, he had insomnia.

My mind is empty, but I just can't sleep.

Obviously the big stone in his heart has been put down, and he should plan the next step for himself, but he did nothing, and he didn't want to do anything.

Moreover, he has been thinking about that key, that room.

So Song Zicheng got up early.

Today, he didn't go to the soya-bean milk shop to help his auntie. He ate a big cup of noodles in the apartment, called an online car-hailing service, and set off back to the place where the Song family lived before.

The Song family's old house is very large, adjacent to the He family's main house, and the two are in the same villa area.After graduating from Song Suian and taking over the large and small companies of the Song family, the Song family moved here.

At that time, Song Suiran hadn't had an accident, and Song Zicheng hadn't been born either.

It was just after seven o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the gate of the Song family's old house.Due to moving, there is no one living in the old house now, but people are arranged to come to clean and water the flowers at noon every day.

Song Zicheng opened the fingerprint lock.

The door opened automatically with a 'click' sound, and Song Zicheng looked at the mansion he hadn't seen for a long time, feeling emotional for a moment.

Didn't come back for eight years.

After that incident, Mr. Song moved in a hurry. Although he would occasionally attend a banquet at the He family next door, the Song family, young and old, never set foot in this place again.

Unexpectedly, it has been so long since what happened to him when he was a child, and what is even more unexpected is that he was able to come out and calmly face the pain and shadow brought about by that incident.

At the beginning, Mr. Song moved because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

Song Zicheng left the mansion.His mother, Fang Kui, returned to China with the Song family after Song Suiran's accident.Although he could live in the Song residence, he lived in a small room in the corner of the front garden.

That place was originally a place where sundries were piled up in the flower garden. When Mr. Song lost his beloved son, he almost poured all his resentment on Fang Kui, so he asked someone to clean up such a small room and give Fang Kui a temporary stay. .

Ever since he could remember, Song Zicheng had been ordered not to enter this room.

I was ignorant when I was a child, and never cared about what this room represented, and I didn't even understand what kind of existence my parents were to me.Later, when I grew up and started to get in touch with people other than my family, I realized that I was different from the people around me.

Kindergarten children have mothers.

He realized it later, and only discovered after a long time that he did not have a mother.

Song Zicheng walked to the dilapidated hut, took out the key given by Song Suian that day, and twisted the keyhole.

'squeak......'

The door of the room made a dull sound in an unusually quiet environment.

The door was opened, and the turbid air floated out from the room. Song Zicheng stood in front of the door and slowly scanned the room.

It's small, cramped, and dirty.

The furniture in the room was covered with white plastic film, and no one had come in to clean it for an unknown period of time. The thick layer of dust on the white plastic film could be seen with the naked eye.

Song Zicheng walked into the room.

A bed, a table, a cabinet, and a small stool without a back are all the furniture in the room.

Because the location of the room is not good, there are weeds in the flowerbed around the room, and the big locust tree next to the room has blocked the light from the only window in the room because no one has cultivated its branches and leaves.

Although the sun was shining into the house, the room was still very dark. Song Zicheng turned on the light switch in the room, and a small yellow round light on the roof was turned on. It turned red all of a sudden.

I don't know why, I just feel, inexplicably sad.

At the beginning, his mother was pregnant with him, so she lived in such a place.

Opening the window, the morning air smelled fresh and pleasant. Song Zicheng came back to his senses when he rushed into the room. He looked up and could still see the sun hanging high.

The window faces east, the beautiful sunrise reflects the sky, and the sky is full of brilliant colors.

The table was empty, and only a large rattan box was covered under the white plastic film.

Song Zicheng covered his mouth and pulled the plastic film away. Unexpectedly, a layer of pungent dust was raised, and he waved his hands vigorously to disperse the dust.

The rattan box was unlocked. Song Zicheng opened the box, and saw that inside was a stack of yellowed papers, receipts, certificates bound with rubber bands, and an old notepad next to it.

Song Zicheng slowly took out the stack of papers.

The cover is a piece of letter paper that has turned yellow badly, palm-sized and crumpled.

The words on the letter paper were blurred, and many of them could not be read clearly, but Song Zicheng, who signed the letter, could see it at a glance.

A single word, 'ran'.

Did Dad write to Mom?

Song Zicheng pursed his lips.

Next, I continued to look at some papers that looked like receipts. Song Zicheng checked them back and forth, and after confirming that they were just ordinary handwritten receipts, he put them aside.

In that pile of things, in addition to documents, there are also documents.

Song Zicheng took out the top ID card, and when he took it out, Song Zicheng was stunned for a moment, because there was a photo of Fang Kui's head on the ID card.

Tears flowed down all at once.

mom.