At 7:30 in the morning, in City D, beside a not-so-busy street, a light red taxi slowly stopped, the door opened, and a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old stepped out.
The young man's messy silver hair is extremely eye-catching. His dark eyes and tall nose give people a sense of arrogance and domineering. The corners of his smile are mixed with an unpredictable evil spirit.
The ghostly aura suddenly spread out from his body, causing pedestrians passing by him to look askance at him.
Although it was not yet the 8:30 a.m. rush hour, with the first ray of sunshine, the bustling city began to flourish, and pedestrians from taxis, buses, private cars, and electric vehicles began to arrive one after another.
Take to the streets and start a busy day.
The young man took a deep breath, opened his arms, squinted his eyes slightly, and said to himself in a tone of excitement mixed with emotion: "I'm back, I'm finally back, it's been four years..."
The dark eyes slowly opened, ignoring the side glances of the people around him. The young man turned his gaze to the street that was gradually becoming lively. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a person ten meters in front of him.
An old man in his sixties, wearing a cleaner's uniform, was holding a broom in his hand. There was a garbage cart parked next to him. At this time, he was bending down and sweeping the road gently, raising his body from time to time.
Hitting his waist with his hand, when he raised his body for the second time, Ling Shaofeng's heart suddenly moved, and a familiar feeling instantly surged throughout his body.
"Dad Liu..." Ling Shaofeng shouted to the old man.
Hearing the shout, the old man straightened up with some effort. His back was already a little hunched, his head was full of white hair, and his face was dark. The moment he saw Ling Shaofeng, the old man was also startled.
"Dad Liu, I am Shaofeng." Ling Shaofeng took a few steps towards the old man and said with some excitement.
The old man's mouth moved slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he squinted his dim eyes to look at the tall and handsome young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
Finally, after a moment, the old man's brows suddenly widened, and his wrinkled face showed surprise: "Shao Feng? Are you Shao Feng?"
Seeing that the old man recognized him, Ling Shaofeng stepped forward and held the old man's old hands: "Dad Liu, I am Shaofeng, I am Shaofeng, I am back."
The old man's hands were trembling. He looked at Ling Shaofeng up and down and left and right in disbelief for a long time, and then said in a trembling voice: "Shao Feng? Are you really Shao Feng? Boy, are you back? These days
Where have you been all year?”
The old man stretched out a trembling hand to touch Ling Shaofeng's face, with tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes: "I have lost weight and grown taller. I can hardly recognize you old man. My child, you have suffered. You have suffered all these years."
..."
Seeing the old man's thin body and the many wrinkles on his face, Ling Shaofeng felt sour and almost shed tears.
It's been four years, and the old man now looks even older. It's all because of his own training. If he hadn't impulsively strangled the son of a local boss four years ago and started his escape, the old man wouldn't have passed the test.
So miserable.
He ran away, but Ling Shaofeng knew that Father Liu would definitely be implicated. Now, in his 60s, he was still working as a cleaner and living such a miserable life. He was really unfilial. If Father Liu hadn't adopted him since he was a child, he would probably have done it.
He is no longer alive in this world. Not only did he not repay him, but he even hurt him.
"It's been four years, my child. In the past four years, I've been thinking about you and worrying about you all the time. I want you to come back in my dreams, but I'm afraid that you'll come back. If you come back, those people won't let you go."
Speaking of this, the old man's mood suddenly fluctuated. The joy he felt just now disappeared and turned into worry. He tremblingly grabbed Ling Shaofeng's hand and said, "Feng'er, why are you back? Why are you back at this time? What if?
Those people will definitely not let you go when they know you are back, do you know? Boss Wan Jinhao’s son is not dead, and you did not strangle him to death four years ago.”
Ling Shaofeng was surprised, what? Wan Jinhao's son is not dead?
"Also, Shaofeng, Jiaqian...she was forced to get engaged to Boss Wan's son because of that incident..."
Ling Shaofeng's head buzzed, and his thoughts were suddenly drawn back to four years ago.