Zheng Zhaoxuan recalled the face of the Hronke woman and murmured: "Mom, mom..." More and more past events poured into her mind, spinning in front of her like a revolving lantern.
Lu Jiayin poured a glass of water and handed it to her, and said: "It seems that you have remembered everything, right? Sister, your mother was originally a noble woman and should have lived a pampered life, but she was harmed by villains one after another.
You have to remember your enemies, icv and...King Andor."
Zheng Zhaoxuan's face was covered in cold sweat and her whole body was shaking. She drank heavily and held the cup tightly with her fingers. She said word by word: "I will definitely take revenge."
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Zhang Wendong drove to the suburbs. After more than two hours, he stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated house. He clutched the steering wheel tightly, and a voice in his heart said: "Go in, quickly go in and see them." However,
Then another voice sounded: "These are not my family, why should I look at them?"
He patted his forehead with a tangled expression, his mind was confused and it seemed like there were two souls arguing and shouting in his body.
After a few minutes, he finally made up his mind, opened the car door and walked out.
Zhang Wendong hesitated at the door, raising his hand but not knocking on the door in front of him.
"Who are you? Why are you sneaking around at my door?" A young girl's voice sounded from behind him.
Zhang Wendong turned around and saw Sheng carrying several heavy shopping bags.
Although Sheng Kuang and Sheng Wenzhe have passed away, the public's anger against the Sheng family has not completely disappeared because they were incited by people with malicious intentions. Sheng and her mother were often entangled and accused by others, and the glass in their home was taken away from time to time.
Stones were smashed, and the car was carved and painted several times. The Sheng family couldn't bear the disturbance, so they moved out of their house in the city center and rented a house in this remote suburb.
Since moving here, the life of mother and daughter has been much cleaner, but this place is relatively remote, and life is sometimes inconvenient. This time Sheng went out to buy food and daily necessities, carrying a lot of large and small bags.
She looked at Zhang Wendong in panic, looking embarrassed.
Zhang Wendong quickly explained: "I'm not sneaking around. I'm actually Sheng Kuang's friend and I came here specifically to see you."
Sheng said suspiciously: "Friend? My brother is notorious now and has few friends for a long time. Are you a reporter who came to my house to inquire about news?"
"No, no, no, I am really his friend. My name is Zhang Wendong, from the Security Bureau." Zhang Wendong quickly took out his ID from his pocket.
"Sheng, who are you talking to?" The door of the room was suddenly opened. Sheng's mother ran over in a hurry because she heard the voices outside. She looked at Zhang Wendong defensively, fearing that he would be incited to anger.
The citizens wanted to cause trouble for the mother and daughter in the name of "justice".
Sheng's mother looked at Zhang Wendong, who was a bit unfamiliar, and immediately pulled Sheng behind her, and asked nervously: "Who are you? Why did you come to our house? My husband and son are dead, and our mother and daughter have passed their lives.
We've suffered enough, but you still won't let us go?"
"That's not it, auntie, I'm from the Security Bureau, a colleague of Sheng Kuang's before his death." He pointed to the gift box in his hand and said, "I'm really here to visit you. I know that many people are right now.
You are biased, and I think your life must be really difficult. I always dream about Sheng Kuang these days. I have known him for many years, and his family is my family. I really want to see how you are doing on his behalf.
"
Sheng looked at his horribly scarred eye and said timidly: "But everyone says my brother is a spy and a traitor. Aren't you people from the Security Bureau supposed to hate him?"
Zhang Wendong said: "I know he has his own reasons. He had to bow to ICV to protect his family. I have been with him for so many years and know what kind of person he is. He is not bad in nature."
Seeing his sincere look, Sheng's mother had tears in her eyes. She held Zhang Wendong's hand and said, "Thank you, my dear child, for being willing to treat Sheng Kuang as a friend. I know he has done many wrong things, so
I don’t dare to ask for everyone’s forgiveness…”
Zhang Wendong looked at the choking mother Sheng and quickly comforted her: "None of this has anything to do with you and Sheng. You two are also victims. The real crime is the icv's ghost eyes. Auntie, don't blame yourself."
"Thank you, thank you for being willing to understand us. Come on, come in and have a seat." Sheng's mother quickly found a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and invited Zhang Wendong into the house. "The house is a little shabby, don't be surprised."
The mother and daughter of the Sheng family left in a hurry. In order to avoid the citizens who were so angry that they lost their minds, they left their original home with a few suitcases, bringing almost only the necessities of life.
Today, the house is empty, there is not even a sofa, only a few tables, chairs and benches. The walls that have not been renovated for a long time are mottled, and the white wall paint is gradually peeling off. The floor under your feet is uneven and has become warped in many places.
Sheng poured a glass of water for Zhang Wendong, pulled out a relatively new chair, and said politely: "Sit down and drink some water."
"Thank you." Zhang Wendong looked around the somewhat simple living room and suddenly spotted a photo frame on the table.
In the photo, there was an originally happy family of four. The tall and handsome Sheng Kuang embraced his mother and smiled very happily.
Zhang Wendong reached out and picked up the photo frame, his fingers trembling slightly. His fingertips crossed Sheng Wenzhe's face, and a low whimper suddenly came from his throat.
Sheng looked at his sudden loss of composure and quickly asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Wendong immediately wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said: "It's nothing, I just... just miss Sheng Kuang a little. He has been gone for a while, but the days when I worked with him seem like yesterday."
"It seems that you had a really good relationship with my brother in the past. I miss him too and often dream about him. No matter how outsiders think of him, in my eyes, he is the one who loves me and takes good care of me.
Brother. I also miss my father. Although he always looks very serious, he is like a protective umbrella for my mother and me, always protecting us from wind and rain. When he and my brother are around, my mother and I
It seems like there is nothing to worry about." Sheng couldn't help but feel sad when she thought of her deceased relatives. Her eyes were red and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Sheng's mother, who was sitting next to her, couldn't help but burst into tears. She choked and said, "A good family is broken up."
