Finally, he took out the earliest postcard, which had the Temple of Heaven in Beijing printed on it.
On the back of the postcard, it reads - "I believe you can face all this with strength, because you will now grow up and become a real man!"
Shortly after his father passed away, he received a postcard. In addition to this postcard, he also received a remittance from Switzerland.
When my father was alive, the family conditions were good, and the family even bought an apartment with a mortgage.
Life was originally beautiful.
However, everything changed after my father died.
My mother was basically a full-time housewife, but now she suddenly had to work hard for a living and couldn't find a suitable job. He was still in school at the time.
They couldn't repay the bank mortgage and their house was repossessed. At that time, the mother and son were in poverty.
In the following years, the other party would always send money from time to time. If it weren't for the money sent by this stranger, he might not have been able to complete his studies.
It wasn't until he graduated from college, his work gradually improved, and he gained popularity in the film and television industry that the other party stopped sending money.
Later, when he started his own business, when he needed funds the most, he received a remittance from the same account in a timely manner.
It was that remittance that helped him overcome the first difficulty he encountered in starting a business, and Zhuo's enterprise was officially on the right track.
In a sense, this stranger not only saved him and his mother, but also made his current life possible.
He once checked the other party's account, but to no avail.
In the year he won the Best Actor Award, that account was also directly canceled.
However, that person did not disappear. Occasionally, he would still send postcards, which were just a few words, but they were always closely related to his life. It seemed that the other person was always paying attention to him.
Zhuoran didn't know who he was, but in his heart, this stranger held a very important position.
These postcards have been his most cherished things since he was a child, and every one of them is properly preserved.
Zhuo Ran carefully put the postcard into the box, carefully closed the lid, and took a paper towel to wipe the dust on it.
In my pocket, my phone vibrated suddenly.
Zhuoran took out his phone and glanced at the screen, which showed "Unknown Number".
After frowning, he finally answered the phone.
Not many people know his private number, who could it be?
"Hello?"
On the other end of the phone was a strange male voice, "Is this Mr. Zhuoran?"
"I am Zhuoran, who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that Chu Xiaochen is in our hands. If you don't want her to die, bring 100,000 to the place I said. Remember, I'm talking about US dollars."
Zhuoran's hand holding the tissue tightened, "How is Xiaochen?"
"She's still fine now and sleeping peacefully!" The man smiled sinisterly, "However, if we don't get the money within an hour, I'm afraid she will sleep forever."
"She...is really in your hands?" Zhuo Ran asked worriedly.
"Let's check your text message box." The other party hung up the phone directly.
As soon as the phone hung up, a text message came in. Zhuo Ran was busy opening it. There was no text in the text message, only a photo.
In the photo, Chu Xiaochen was lying on the floor of the van with her eyes closed.
She was wearing home clothes, and on her feet was a pair of slippers.
Zhuo Ran's eyebrows suddenly frowned.
Putting down his cell phone, he quickly opened the safe, grabbed all the emergency cash inside, and immediately took out a backpack and put the money in it.
