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corridor.He didn't turn on the light, and the embrace of darkness made him feel that the house was no longer empty.He slowly and groped downstairs, sat on the sofa in the living room, and stared at a certain corner of the room.

He remembered that when he was brought into this house by that man for the first time, he was curled up in that corner, weak and full of vigilance.

He has to admire children's instinctive intuition, without any interference from emotional factors, and sometimes they can even make more correct judgments.

From the very beginning, he didn't feel willing to accept him from the other party.

Strangers who roughly pulled me onto the plane, the dizzy reaction that was ignored after getting off the plane, and a person who was thrown in the corner of a strange villa... At that time, I was used to being coldly treated and ignored these details, but now that I think about it, those behaviors are true. There is no trace of paternal love.

It's more like, reluctantly sending someone to take back the goods he ordered by mistake, indifferent and ruthless.

In retrospect, all the indifference later was actually traceable from the beginning of their meeting, but he kept using the so-called "hope" to deceive himself and others.

From the very beginning, I shouldn't have had expectations for Hao Lingyan.

The entire space was pitch black, like a box filled with black liquid.Only the floor-to-ceiling windows let in a piece of moonlight, casting a pale light on the floor like a big stain.The calls of unknown birds came from the trees outside the house, and the fluctuations of the sound were transmitted to the inside of the box, turning into a series of slight tremors.

The tremor gradually slowed down, and when it was about to stop, there was another sharp wave.

Slightly messy footsteps, the sound of keys colliding with the lock, the sound of the door being opened...

A white light cast in front of him, blurring the figure of the intruder.

But Jiang Hao recognized that it was the man who brought him here.

Hao Lingyan seemed to be drunk, reeking of alcohol, walking frivolously, his suit was a bit messy, and he was speaking inarticulately.As soon as he entered the door, he collapsed on the sofa, unconscious.

Jiang Hao did not expect that the calm and magnanimous chairman of a large company who is capable of doing anything in the news, that "superior man" that everyone looks up to, would actually look so embarrassed.

It was the first time that we hadn't seen each other in eight years, but this time he took the initiative to come here when he was drunk and not sober.

Can't tell if it's fate or irony.

This man, his biological father, the one who abandoned his mother, the one who separated him from his most precious friend, the one who ignored him for eight years, the one who gave him hope and let him die...

He couldn't tell whether his feelings for this person were love or hate, he just felt very sad.

Sad for himself, even more sad for Hao Lingyan.

He just stood in front of the drunk man and looked down at him, hoping to find a trace of obvious emotion to prove his affection for him, or outright disgust.

Anything is fine as long as it is a definitive answer.

But he failed, not because he couldn't find an obvious emotion, but because the emotion seemed too messy for him to distinguish whether it was positive or negative.

The drunken man's lips moved, as if he wanted to give a clearer comment to this feeling.

"Heart... heart..."

Jiang Hao learned from Xiao Song before that his mother's name was Jiang Xin.So, is he really calling his mother?Is there still a place for their mother and son in his heart?

Jiang Hao moved closer, trying to hear what he said clearly.

"Xin'er...it's me...it's me..."

It's him?What did he do?

"I...killed you..."

Did he kill his mother?

Jiang Hao fell into an ice cave.

The projection of the moonlight extended into the box and stayed on Jiang Hao's side face, which undoubtedly revealed the panic in his eyes.The darkness magnified his anxiety, the moonlight extended his fear, and the safety that no one would pry into made him expose his emotions unscrupulously.

However, he must stabilize his chaotic mood.

Regardless of whether it was literally "causing death" or not, the mother's death was definitely not that simple, and it had nothing to do with him anyway.

He wanted to listen to the man's drunken speech again, but he couldn't make out half a syllable after the words, so he had to drag him to the bed in the guest room, covered him with a quilt, and went back to his room to make a reservation. return air ticket.

There is no value in waiting to ask this person. Only when he returns to the country by himself will he have the opportunity to know everything.

Of course, there is also the wish he has accumulated for nine years.

It was the second time he took a civil aviation plane that crossed east and west. This time, he was not as dizzy as he was nine years ago. He has grown accustomed to the weightlessness of the plane.For a moment, he thought he was riding a paper crane that was taking him home.

The white clouds passing by outside the porthole, like the dust of 17 years in the past, are dull and disappearing, but they hide countless unknowable secrets.He wants to see the sun through the clouds, break through the soil to find his roots, find his past, and find his roots.

Also, meet that person.

—"Tell me, who does Young Master Jiang want to investigate?"

— "Jiang Xin, and...Mu Chen."

39. Sentimental Years

The morning sunlight sneaks in from the window, printing a striking light spot on the page of the book, which seems to circle the missed key points.The rustling sound of Cheng Ying's pen tip rubbing against the paper while writing the lesson plan could be heard next to his ear, which disturbed the originally complicated mood a little bit.

Mu Chen was reviewing the textbook, his mind was in a mess, which forced him to concentrate his attention and squeeze every word into his blocked brain.

He is used to writing notes in the blank space of the textbook, and the words are often squeezed into a ball, no one can understand except him. It's annoying to watch, let alone disassemble one by one.

Mu Chen closed the book in his hands irritably, picked up another one and opened it casually, but saw a few lines of handwriting that did not belong to him.Although they are squeezed together like his characters, each character is tall and straight, neat and neat, and looks very comfortable.

Mu Chen remembered, this is Jiang Hao's word.

He remembered that one night when he couldn't sleep, he simply stayed up late to paint. The next day, he was so sleepy in class that he fell asleep without knowing it. Jiang Hao didn't wake him up for the first time, and he was awakened by the noise around him until the get out of class was over.He remembered that the class was about new knowledge, so he wanted to borrow Jiang Hao's notes to copy it, but just as he opened his book, he found that all the knowledge points that should be memorized were already in his book.

Although Jiang Hao didn't say anything, and didn't even notice his surprised expression when he found out, Mu Chen knew that this was Jiang Hao's cool and warm tone.

As long as he calms down a little these days, scenes of him getting along with Jiang Hao often flash in Mu Chen's mind.

Thinking of these past events, Mu Chen's mind became even more confused. After sighing heavily, he closed the book in his hand as if giving up.

There is no way to control myself not to think about those things, so the review will not have any effect at all, so it is better to think clearly.

He was too shocked when he saw the "scandal" on the post bar that day, and Mu Chen didn't notice Jiang Hao's reaction.

Probably still the same iceberg face as before, nothing can be seen, whether he is angry or not, and whether he cares.

Although they are nervous about studying near the end of the term, they are indeed too estranged recently, obviously keeping a distance on purpose.

Especially myself.

Perhaps he was too afraid to see Jiang Hao actively alienating, so he chose to keep his distance first.

Mu Chen realized that he was so selfish.

Because they are afraid that the other party will make them sad, they do things that may make the other party sad.Although he didn't think so much, he was wrong first anyway.

Jiang Hao is such a tolerant and sensitive person, he actually uses such a cold approach to solve the problem.

Maybe Jiang Hao didn't want to alienate him, maybe Jiang Hao had been hurt by him.

I should apologize to him.Mu Chen thought.

He checked the time. On Sunday, at 37:[-] am, RECOLLECTION has opened.

Usually, as long as there is no special event, both of them will go there around RECOLLECTION's opening time on Sunday morning, to help Zheng Feng, and sometimes have a cup of coffee.Zheng Feng and his friends are very interesting, and Mu Chen thinks that Jiang Hao will look more relaxed there, not as tense as usual.Mu Chen felt that Jiang Hao liked it there.

Although I already greeted Brother Zheng yesterday, I can't study at home today...

But... Maybe Jiang Hao will go again?

He tidied up the books and stationery on the table, changed into clothes for going out, told Ms. Cheng that he was going out, and took the bus to the coffee shop.

There were still as many people on weekends as before. When Mu Chen entered the door, he saw Brother Zheng rushing to the bar after delivering coffee to a customer, and he didn't even have time to glance at him from the corner of his eye.

After Mu Chen called him, Zheng Feng turned around and found him.

"Xiao Chen, why are you here? Actually, it doesn't matter here. It's important that you go home and prepare for the exam." Zheng Feng was indeed busy, and he spoke much faster than usual while walking, which seemed a little funny.

"Old Zheng stepped on the accelerator today, and he didn't leak his mouth!" Zhang Xiao stood by the bar and heard Zheng Feng's words, and teased as he was doing what he was doing.

"It's okay, Brother Zheng, I'll help you." Mu Chen glanced around while speaking, but didn't find Jiang Hao.

Because they are already familiar with each other, Zheng Feng didn't shirk, and asked him to go to the back kitchen to find Shang Yuxi to make coffee together, and then continued to work on his own.

Mu Chen lifted the small curtain at the back kitchen door and walked in, and saw Shang Yuxi preparing a cup of "Sentimental Time".

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