On a summer night in Shenhai, the sky is as dark as silk, and the streets of the international metropolis are decorated with lights. Everywhere is a good scene for the film.
Zhang Moyan sat alone in a burger shop facing the street view, biting a burger while looking at the bustling diners waiting for a table at the entrance of the Cantonese restaurant across the road.
After more than two hours of aimless wandering and a meal of hamburger and milkshake, Zhang Moyan's congested brain finally calmed down.
She took out the photo that Ms. Fujiwara had given her from the bag at hand, and when she saw the wheat field occupying an entire square inch and the solitary grave under the big tree, her heart trembled slightly again.
Chen Guanfu is very powerful. Judging from the last time Uncle Geng Jun made a big fuss at the paternity testing center, the Geng family must have dug deep to find Chen Yun because it was related to the azure glazed porcelain clay that has been passed down by the Geng family for nine hundred years. They
The search must have lasted for quite a long time, and we have not given up even to this day.
The Geng family searched for more than 20 years but failed to find Chen Yun's whereabouts. After Chen Guanfu learned that Chen Yun later used the pseudonym "Guo Man", it only took him more than a month to find it! This shows Chen Guanfu's determination and determination.
His ability to do things is absolutely amazing.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but wonder: If Chen Guanfu had known that Chen Yun's name was "Guo Man" early in the morning, would everything have been different?
The images I have remembered for the past few months flashed through my mind like lightning. Half of them were the abandoned child who was abandoned in the shackles of darkness and could not wait for his mother, and the other half were the apple of my eye soaking in a honey pot and smiling sweeter than sugar.
It was these two vastly different memories that made her feelings towards Chen Yun unclear.
Zhang Moyan closed her eyes heavily. Her biological mother was no longer alive. This was something she had accepted since she was a child. It was only when a photo confirmed it that she suddenly realized how desperate this was.
If she didn't have this photo, she could imagine that her mother was still alive in a certain country or city in this world. If she had the chance, she could also ask what happened in the first place, even if it was a vicious and beautiful woman who met a rich man.
The story of abandoning the oil bottle because it was too burdensome is also acceptable.
Anyway, she's living a good life now, so there shouldn't be anything she can't accept.
However, this photo shattered all possibilities. The mother is really dead. She did not live a good life in a corner of the world. She was buried alone in a wheat field long ago. They will never be together.
We will never meet again.
Zhang Moyan's eyes gradually became sore, and just then a group of lively young people pushed in the door, chattering towards the few empty seats next to her. Zhang Moyan sniffed, put the photo inside the bag, and held it.
I put the finished plates in the self-service trash can and left the burger restaurant.
After just two hours of free travel, the area she was in was already far away from home. Zhang Moyan opened the map on her mobile phone and checked. There was a bus that could reach the main gate of Yunshan Home. She turned on the navigation and spent ten minutes walking to the bus stop.
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At 8:30 in the evening, the bus ushered in a small rush hour. The carriage was full of urban men and women who had gathered for dinner and were heading home. Zhang Moyan couldn't find a seat from the moment he got on the bus, and he lived in the cracks between people all the way.<
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After finally arriving at the drop-off point forty minutes later, she squeezed out of the crowd, feeling sweat all over her body. She took out a folding fan from her bag and fanned herself as she entered the community door and almost reached the corridor.
The phone suddenly rang. Zhang Moyan looked at the caller, Xiao Xingyu, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally picked up.
"You're not home yet?" Xiao Xingyu's voice on the phone was as low and sweet as a cello, naturally a little unreal.
This person seems to have been missing for several days...
Zhang Moyan suddenly realized that she seemed to be aggrieved. Fortunately, she knew that she was inexplicably aggrieved, so she quickly suppressed the development of this emotion and answered matter-of-factly: "Not yet."
Xiao Xingyu smiled on the other end: "I'm home."
Zhang Moyan subconsciously raised her head to look at Xiao Xingyu's window. Sure enough, the light was on. She thought Xiao Xingyu would appear at the window, but he didn't.
"Why don't you speak?"
Zhang Moyan came to his senses temporarily: "Oh, I'm almost home."
"Well," Xiao Xingyu suggested, "By the way, the new landscape planned for the green space in the center of the community has been built. Do you want to come out and go shopping together?"
Is this considered a date? Zhang Moyan pondered hard, is it normal for the neighbors to go together to see the greening of the community?
"If you don't want to see new scenery," Xiao Xingyu said, "We can just come out and walk around together."
Zhang Moyan's heart skipped a beat, should this be considered a date?
Although there is no doubt that she likes Xiao Xingyu, it seems that now is not the time to develop.
Wait a moment...
"I..." Zhang Moyan was about to decline, when suddenly a Mercedes-Benz GLS300 opened the door in front of her. Xiao Xingyu got out of the car carrying a black leather briefcase. He was wearing a well-made shirt and trousers.
Broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and slender, extraordinary like a luminous object falling from the sky, it attracted all the residents walking on the road at the same time, and Zhang Moyan suddenly heard the voices of uncles and aunts talking in his ears.
It's so magical, my heart seems to be suddenly at peace.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agreed."
Xiao Xingyu said to the phone, and then hung up the phone with satisfaction.
A long "beep——" came from the receiver. Zhang Moyan turned off the phone and walked forward to meet Xiao Xingyu. She couldn't help but look at Xiao Xingyu's handsome face first, which was more beautiful than Pan An's.
After enjoying his eyes, he turned his attention to the car he got off and asked: "Is this your car?"
In the past month or so, I have often seen this car parked downstairs, but I never thought it belonged to Xiao Xingyu.
Xiao Xingyu seemed to know what she was thinking, and explained: "Oh, in order not to show off my wealth when I live here, I specially changed a car to create my simple and unpretentious image."
There are several cars of this model in the community. Although it is also a Mercedes-Benz, the price is estimated to be only one-seventh or eighth of the car in front of Xiao Xingyu. Thinking that he would plummet in the quality of his car just to live in such a place,
I couldn't bear it, so I just said what I was thinking: "I've wronged you."
Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a few seconds, and then he didn't know what happened to his taste. He smiled so much that he showed eight white teeth and joked: "People are just cheap."
The two of them tacitly agreed not to discuss this topic further, and walked along the street lights of the community towards the central green space.
At this time, the heat of the day has dissipated, and it is the coolest time of the day. The quiet and bright moonlight shines down on the earth, and everything is as beautiful as if it were coated with silver light.
"Mo Yan, are you working too hard?" Xiao Xingyu suddenly asked.
Zhang Moyan looked at Xiao Xingyu in confusion.
Xiao Xingyu: "I came back very late several times before, and I saw your window light was still on at two or three in the morning."
Zhang Moyan opened the fan in her hand guiltily and fanned twice, knowing that Xiao Xingyu was trying to be evasive. She didn't turn on the light at two or three in the morning. She kept the light on all night, and her sleep was not good.
I've had this problem for a while. I have a lot of dreams when I turn off the lights. Even though I can't sleep well with the lights on, I can still squint for a while sometimes.
In fact, when I think about it, I have quite a lot of problems...
"Mo Yan? Mo Yan?" Xiao Xingyu called Zhang Moyan several times.
"Ah?" Zhang Moyan came to his senses, "I'm sorry, where did we just talk?"
Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan's fair face and pointed in the direction: "Let's go over there and have a look. I don't think I've been there yet."
Zhang Moyan looked in the direction he pointed and smiled slightly: "That's the place where construction waste from renovation households is stored. There's nothing there."
"But I can go around with you for ten more minutes." Xiao Xingyu said.
