There are only a few lights in the castle, so lonely. No matter how glorious you were, you can't resist its erosion.
A knock on the door sounded quietly.
Zhuang Jingyu was wearing white home clothes and sitting on the mahogany desk at the back of Nuo Da's study. He put on his glasses and stared at the document in his hand with deep eyes. He was concentrating on it. After thinking for a long time, he calmly responded: "Come in."
In the dark study room, only a small lamp was turned on, which could not illuminate the books in the entire 100-square-meter study room. Therefore, when secretaries Zinan and Taixian came in, they were left with only two dark shadows.
"What?" Zhuang Jingyu continued to look at the documents of the underwater hotel and asked quietly.
Zinan and Taixian walked over in silence at the same time, carefully placed the documents on the desk, and then said slowly: "Chairman, this is the information you want to check. We have collected it all."
Zhuang Jingyu took off his glasses, looked at Zinan, and said, "So fast?"
Zinan nodded.
Zhuang Jingyu thought for a moment, then looked at the yellow document bag illuminated by the desk lamp, and asked quietly: "Haoran returned to China, is your health okay?"
Taixian responded immediately: "I have always followed the CEO's orders and am in Japan, so I don't know much about his situation in the country. It's just that Xiao Tong and I talked on the phone today and found nothing wrong with his health."
Zhuang Jingyu's eyes moved slightly before he responded softly: "I know. You can go out."
Zinan and Taixian nodded at the same time, then walked out silently, closing the door behind them.
Zhuang Jingyu put on his glasses silently, stretched out his hand to turn on the desk lamp in front of him, then reached out to pick up the yellow document bag, opened it carefully, and pulled out a profile of a girl from it. The girl in the profile looked sweetly at the camera.
Smiling sweetly, his crescent eyes looked so kind, and his oval face was so round and charming. He looked at the girl in the photo silently, his eyes flashed with kindness, and he nodded slowly.
Smile.
Bai Man Deng Meng. According to the agreement of the red wine competition, the judges and the board of directors are not allowed to know the personal information of the candidates, including that precious name. I just met this child once in Cambridge at that time, and my heart was surging.
Strange emotions, he liked her big kind eyes and familiar feelings so much. It wasn't until the results of the competition came out that he found out that this child's name was: Tang Kexin...
Tang Kexin...
Zhuang Jingyu silently recited this name in his heart for a long time, and finally took a breath. He continued to answer the doubts in his heart, opened another information, and saw the names of his parents on the left side of Tang Kexin's personal information, father: Tang Zhilong
…
His eyes lit up, he held the document excitedly, and his rosy eyes looked at the father next to the girl, Tang Zhilong... He even smiled with heavy surprise, and choked with sobs and whispered: "Zhilong... Sure enough,
It’s you!!”
The desk lamp quickly and slowly emits heat and warm light.
Zhuang Jingyu quickly browsed the information about Tang Zhilong's imprisonment, and then went to Tang Kexin's personal situation. When he saw that this child was nineteen years old, due to an accident, he was disfigured by acid attack and hid in a warehouse for three years.
Among them, he worked as a warehouse clerk in a supermarket at night, a dishwasher in a restaurant, and even worked in the bar logistics department. In short, during those three years, this child survived the three years strong but painfully. He looked at this information with shock, his eyes overflowing.
Tears, trembling hands, even heart discomfort and suffocation...
"Kexin...good boy, I have wronged you these past few years." Zhuang Jingyu looked at this information, lowered his head in disbelief, and sobbed painfully, thinking of Tang Zhilong's majestic figure, and of little Kexin's sweet expression at any time when he was a child.
With a sweet smile, standing in the Jiang family's lavender city, her white skirt fluttering... He took a deep breath, and with the memories of the past, looking back, he lamented the catastrophe of life...
"Kexin, everything has passed. With uncle here, even if you break your past promises, uncle will definitely protect you. You are a good boy. You have grown up and have come through such hard work. Uncle is proud of you. My poor
child……"
Soft and helpless sobs sounded helplessly and forbearingly in this quiet study room.
Night seems to be still night.
The fog was so heavy and humid that the small white apartment lit up so heavily in the night.
There was a figure, tossing and turning on the bed, breathing heavier and heavier...
"Dad...Dad..." A voice called from the bed.
The girl on the bed was twisting her figure left and right, and the horrible dream that had been haunting her for so many years continued to cling to her like a ghost.
"Dad..." The girl's soft sobs continued to sound in this dark space, and she seemed to hear a cry coming from outside the door...
"Zhilong...Zhilong...don't do this, don't do this!!" That was the mother's cry.
Kexin on the bed opened her eyes and stared at the dark environment. She felt tears falling, but she subconsciously heard her mother crying outside. It was so sad and pitiful that her heart ached inexplicably. She wiped it away gently.
With tears in her eyes, she lifted up the quilt, put her bare feet on the ground, walked slowly to the door of the room, and opened it carefully...
Li Xiurong knelt in front of her husband, pulled his sleeves tightly, and cried: "Don't do this! Don't... I will go and atone for my sins, just let me go... Don't go, don't... the children all need it."
you……"
With tears in his eyes, Tang Zhilong stood in the small reception hall, looking seriously at the ebony wood, gritting his teeth and keeping silent.
"Don't... don't..." Luo Yuelan tugged at his sleeves again and said with tears, "Think about the children, I beg you, they need you..."
Tang Kexin's tears fell down. Looking at this scene, her heart felt inexplicably painful and heavy.
Tang Zhilong didn't say anything, he just knelt in front of his wife and held her in his arms. His tall figure finally twitched and sobbed alone.
"Dad, Mom, what happened? Why are you crying like this?" Tang Kexin suddenly walked out of the room in tears, looked at them, and screamed.
Tang Zhilong and Li Xiurong looked at her in shock with tears at the same time. With a bang, a huge black hole exploded in the ground, and their bodies fell rapidly, shouting: "Kexin————Dad can't let you go!!"
"ah--------"
A terrible scream sounded horribly in this early morning.
When Liu Zhide, Luo Yuelan and Yahui, who had just gotten up, heard the screams, they immediately rushed up from different directions, rushed to Kexin's room, slammed the door hard, and shouted: "Kexin? What's wrong with you? Again
Have a nightmare?"
Tang Kexin was wearing a snow-white nightgown, breathing heavily, looking at an oil painting of golden wheat in front of her, her eyes widened, her thoughts unable to concentrate, and cold sweat rolling down her forehead.
"Kexin!!!" Yahui got the key and opened the door, and rushed in with her parents. She saw Tang Kexin sitting alone, with a pale face and dull eyes. She immediately hugged her over, held her in her arms, and held her close.
She leaned her little face on her shoulder and said distressedly: "Did you have another nightmare?"
Tang Kexin was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She just sat on the bed blankly, letting Yahui hug her, but she just cried silently.
"Kexin...what's wrong with you?" Liu Zhide has been away from Kexin for many years and doesn't know her situation.
"Yes, is this child scared?" Luo Yuelan immediately sat next to her, put her hand on her forehead, and screamed: "Why is your forehead so cold?"
While holding Kexin in her arms, Yahui looked at her parents and said anxiously and distressedly: "You don't know, since my uncle went to prison, I have been sleeping with her. Every few days, she will have terrible nightmares, saying
My father was wronged and innocent... He often wakes up crying in the middle of the night, so pitiful."
When Liu Zhide heard this, he looked deeply at Tang Kexin, who was pale, helpless, and crying for her father. His heart ached heavily, and he said helplessly: "Why is this child Yaowen so cruel?
?Abandoned my sister like this and ignored her for many years! Even if I am angry with my father, I cannot do this!"
Luo Yuelan remained silent, but hugged Kexin and sighed.
"Kexin..." Liu Zhide stood in front of her distressedly, gently holding her little hand and comforting her: "Everything will pass, it will pass...it's okay...it's okay...".
"There is no past..." Tang Kexin suddenly leaned into Yahui's arms, sobbing and said: "Dad has been in prison for so many years, and I haven't been able to sleep a day. The scene when the police arrested him, every other time
After a while, it was thrilling to think about it in my world. I worked hard and struggled desperately to make up for this shortcoming in his life. But I found that if I could stay with his old man and be healthy,
After completing the rest of my life happily, even if I only have one day left in my life, I will be willing to do so. This feeling has kept me from being happy to the end...Uncle!"
Tang Kexin looked at Liu Zhide and said with tears: "You know a lot about the fire that year. Do you believe it was dad who set the fire?"
"This..." Liu Zhide suddenly looked at Tang Kexin with distress.
Tang Kexin felt distressed and choked up and said: "My father has dedicated most of his life to his great cause and to all the people in need. I often stay with him and sit behind his desk after studying abroad.
restaurant, listening to what he taught me, and feeling his responsible and cautious personality in life. Sometimes, when I saw him getting ready to go home, I turned around and looked at everything in the kitchen. He said, life is like
Grassland, only four seasons can bring green grass back to the earth. No one can let impulse and ugliness burn their lives for any reason! How could he let that fire burn some people's lives?! I don't believe it! I don't
Believe it! I still don’t believe it!!”
After she finished speaking, she started crying with so much heartache.
Yahui helplessly hugged the crying Tang Kexin, took a breath, and then said distressedly: "Kexin, please let yourself go..."
"How can I let myself go? The father who gave birth to me and raised me is now behind bars, receiving pitiful punishment..." Tang Kexin leaned against Yahui's arms again, sobbing softly.
Liu Zhide looked at Kexin's appearance, his eyes flashed with a heavy light, recalling the past, and wondering if for the sake of the child's faith in his father, should some truths surface?
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