Whether it was the night when the man disappeared or seeing him again, it was like a dream, but one dream was far away and the other was very close... After seven years of chasing, Chu Zihang was afraid that what he expected would come to nothing.
In everyone's eyes, Chu Zihang is decisive and focused, but in fact, he is also a person who worries about gains and losses. Because he worries about gains and losses, he is so stubborn... Everyone has such an insecure side in their heart, even someone like Chu Zihang.
It seems that people who are cold and indifferent, because they really care too much about certain things, so they unconsciously show their childish side. Because they care, they are afraid.
"Uncle Chu, he's fine, don't worry." Lu Mingfei's eyes glanced at Chu Zihang's side, "He's not far from you. We moved a bed down. You can't turn your head now, so you can't see it.
, uncle fell asleep in bed."
Chu Zihang listened carefully and heard a slight snoring sound coming from his right hand. The snoring sound was actually quite familiar... His mother complained about it countless times when he was a child. Chu Zihang also dreamed of the sound of a man snoring.
Hearing it after so many years still makes me feel nostalgic and reassured.
So the pictures in his mind were really not dreams or phantoms, they were real. After seven years, he finally caught up with the man's back and snatched the important person in his life back from the hands of "God"
.
Chu Zihang still wanted to see the man's face. He stubbornly turned his head to the right, not too much, but a second later there was a crisp sound on his shoulder.
"Senior brother, there are no outsiders here." Lu Mingfei touched the bones of Chu Zihang's shoulder and helped reset it. "Just scream out if it hurts. There is no need to hold back."
Chu Zihang gasped softly.
"Uncle's bite was a bit heavy and hurt the bone, but it actually didn't break or break." Lu Mingfei straightened the bones of Chu Zihang's shoulder and patted his shoulder, "It's the boss who is carrying you.
When I was running away, I bumped you into someone else's electric car, and your shoulder bones were probably dislocated, a bit misaligned."
Chu Zihang looked at Caesar.
"The police were chasing after you very closely. They thought you were involved in a trafficking incident, and I was a trafficker or a terrorist. They kept shouting from behind, 'Put down that bleeding man quickly'... Oh, by the way, your chest was at that time
It was still bleeding all the way, so it was difficult for us to get rid of the police. When you were crossing an alley, you were hit by a man delivering food on his bicycle." Caesar shrugged, and he looked at Fingelnu again.
He pursed his chin and said, "You can't blame me. The alley is too narrow. The delivery boy kept apologizing. I saw that he was quite sincere and let him go, because I don't think you care about it, right? Speaking of the police
It was Fingel who brought this on."
"Hey, hey, why are you dragging me again? You guys are so unkind!" Fingel shouted in protest.
"It doesn't matter." Chu Zihang didn't care much about his shoulder being hit and dislocated. He was obviously more concerned about other things, "How long will it take for me to be unconscious?"
"Probably less than six hours." Lu Mingfei replied, "Actually, we have just finished our work, because first we have to hide from the police, and then we have to treat the injuries of senior brother you and Uncle Chu. The city is quite far from here.
, and there are so many of us, it’s quite inconvenient to move around.”
"Sorry to trouble you." Chu Zihang's tone was sincere. He said this not only to Lu Mingfei, but to everyone.
"Senior brother, you started seeing people again." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, "Actually, you didn't rest for long, how about you sleep a little longer?"
"No need." Chu Zihang shook his head slightly. He looked at Lu Mingfei and hesitated, "Can I ask you a favor?"
Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's expression, and he sighed softly... Having known Chu Zihang for so long, he really knew this senior brother very well. Many times, he could tell him just by looking at Chu Zihang's eyes.
What's going on in my mind.
"Actually, I really want you to rest for a while. Although your injury is not fatal, your face is really bad." Lu Mingfei paused, "But since you have spoken like this, senior brother, I
Can I still refuse you?"
Lu Mingfei knew that he couldn't defeat Chu Zihang, so he stretched his hands under Chu Zihang's back and gently lifted him up on the bed... Of course Lu Mingfei knew what Chu Zihang's request was.
After many years, of course he wanted to see more of his father whom he finally reunited with.
Lu Mingfei put Chu Zihang at a suitable angle so that he could lean against the wall, and gave him a pillow to cushion his back. From this angle, Chu Zihang could actually catch a glimpse of the man lying on the bed from the corner of his eye.
A man now.
The man was lying on a portable spring bed. There was a Simmons mattress on the bed to prevent it from being too hard. The man seemed to be used to sleeping on such a simple, cheap and narrow bed. His sleeping appearance was not very good.
The snoring was not too loud, and he seemed to be completely asleep.
The man's vicissitudes of life already had a lot of wrinkles on his face, but in fact his facial features were very three-dimensional, and you could vaguely see the edges and handsomeness of his youth. Mainly because of his messy hair and unshaven chin, which obscured much of his appearance.
But it's also a bit more masculine.
The man's body was covered with a gray Persian blanket. When he exposed the shoulder part of the blanket, he could see deep and shallow wounds. Some were old wounds from a long time ago, and some were very new wounds with bandages attached... Some of them were wounds.
It is even more serious and fatal than what he left on Chu Zihang. Whether it was there before giving birth to Chu Zihang or whether it was new after becoming "Odin" is unknown.
I'm afraid the man himself can't remember clearly, and of course Chu Zihang never paid attention to it before.
Looking back, except for the few short years when he was a child, he called the man "Dad" only a handful of times. In his memory, he had never looked at the man's face so seriously. So after the man disappeared, he called him "Dad" every night.
You must force yourself to think over and over again that face that was not very clear to begin with very seriously, to ensure that you will not forget it in the next few days, and then you will be willing to sleep peacefully.
But I don’t know if it’s really been too long since I’ve seen him, or if the man has gotten a little older over the years. Seeing this face with my own eyes always feels a little different from what I remember... Chu Zihang looked at the man’s face quietly,
He watched it for a long time, so long that he recalled many things from his childhood and became a little lost.
Chu Zihang looked at the sleeping man's face without saying a word. Lu Mingfei and the others were also very sensible and did not disturb him. The entire large room was quiet, with only the sound of the exhaust pipe making noise in the corner of the ceiling.
...Lu Mingfei and the others were actually very concerned about Chu Zihang's condition, but they all restrained themselves from seeing Chu Zihang, especially Lu Mingfei, who actually understood Chu Zihang's feelings very well.
If the person lying next to him was his father or mother, Lu Mingfei would be eager to jump out of bed to see him. Not to mention the injuries on his body, even if his neck was broken, he would still be eager to turn around and look... Even though he
We can’t say that our parents are still alive or dead, but in fact they are almost missing. What’s more, Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao, a father and son who have experienced life and death?
All dead children have a soft side deep inside, but they usually like to hide it. Some people hide it very shallowly, and some people hide it very deeply. Chu Zihang is the kind of person who hides it very deeply.
That kind of.
But his feelings are really no less than anyone else's.
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Zihang slowly came back to his senses. He moved his eyes away from the man's face and looked around.
"You just said, this is... dad's room?" Chu Zihang asked softly.
"Yes." Lu Mingfei nodded and said, "I just told you, senior brother, that we are outside the northern suburbs. This is a heavy industrial zone that we once vigorously developed here, but was later sealed off. This park once belonged to Media Asia Group.
"
"Media Group?" Chu Zihang muttered a few words silently. The name was very familiar.
Chu Zihang remembered that the man's job was to drive for the boss of Media Asia Group. The Maybach was nominally a car belonging to Media Asia Group. He had investigated the information about this company before, but found nothing.
Useful things. He later learned that being a driver was just a superficial job for a man, but he never thought that a man would live in an industrial park that was once part of the Media Asia Group... nor did he expect that this room would be so unique.
"But..." Chu Zihang frowned slightly, as if he didn't think about something.
"Brother, you must be thinking that my uncle used to be a driver, but this place doesn't look like a place where the driver lives." Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang's eyes and took the initiative to explain, "If this room is discovered, what's inside
The things in it have long been seized or ransacked, but it is well hidden. The entrance is in a very hidden location. We are in a deep basement, and there is a room above. There is only one room there.
There is a bed and a few simple living furniture, not even a wardrobe. It is the dormitory of the driver of the CEO of Media Asia Group."
Chu Zihang understood instantly that the driver's life was just a man's show to others, a role he played in his complicated life, but in fact he had a high regard for the environment and quality of life.
Requirements... That's why there is a cave under the simple driver's dormitory. Such a wide basement is the real living space for men.
The tone said that this was a basement, rather a mansion... Except for the fact that there were no windows, no marble or ceramic tiles, this place was cooler and more tasteful than any mansion Chu Zihang had ever seen.
Sleeping area, fitness area, shower room and workbench, this room has everything. In a space of hundreds of square meters, these areas are divided in an orderly manner, with black crystal chandeliers, multicolored enamel mirrors, brown deer velvet carpets, and gray granite.
The tabletop...everywhere you look, all the decorations and items reflect the taste of the owner of the house, his unique taste.
Chu Zihang saw on the table the antique-like gramophone he had seen when he was a child...and of course the original vinyl records on the wall behind the gramophone.
Most of these records are out of print. If you sell them, you can definitely fetch an unimaginable astronomical figure... These records are so precious, is that gramophone really a piece of junk?
A person with such a pursuit of music and quality of life would never allow his perfect record to be rubbed repeatedly by a rusty needle... So Chu Zihang guessed right, that gramophone was also valuable.
An antique is at least a beautiful handicraft.
How can an ordinary driver with an ordinary income and a moonlighting family who is complained by his wife have the spare money to buy a valuable handicraft phonograph? I still remember one year, the man suddenly gave his mother a sapphire pendant, from Persia.
The sapphire was authenticated by the lawyer during the divorce and was worth six figures. The man didn’t explain where it came from. In short, he said it was something he gave away and he didn’t ask for a cent after the divorce.
But if you really want to ask, he will probably make up a lie and say that their boss bought it for the mistress and later broke up with the mistress and then casually sent it to him. Men are always like this, and any kind of lie will always be caught.
He rounded it off, even though it sounded exaggerated and bizarre, so my mother always said that she had no idea which of his words was true and which was false.
There are actually many contradictions like this, but Chu Zihang didn't notice them when he was a child.
Chu Zihang saw the gun. On the workbench, there were not only pistols, but also shotguns hanging on the nail boards on the wall. Men must be good at using guns, otherwise there would be no need to build a workbench specifically for modifying guns.
In addition to guns, there are also knives. There are all kinds of knives in the display cabinet, including Tang knives, Japanese swords and even Nepalese scimitars. These knives are not just for collection. Knives that have killed people always have an "evil spirit", Chu Zihang
I have seen Yuan Zhishen use a knife, and I have also seen a man use a knife. His majestic and majestic appearance is not inferior to any of the masters of swordsmanship in Japan.
The minimum weight of the dumbbells in the fitness area is 50 kilograms, and the barbell is even close to the Olympic record weight. On that floor, you can see the sweat stains left over the years that have not been cleaned away. It is hard to believe how self-disciplined people can do this.
to this extent.
There are many, many things in the house. They are beyond Chu Zihang's expectations, but they are also reasonable... After Chu Zihang knows the man's true identity, these things are not surprising.
This is a man with wind in his blood, he is cold and elegant, has unique taste, but is not bound by any worldly things... Until Chu Zihang's eyes stopped in a corner of the room.
There were photo frames placed there, some with photos framed inside, some empty, but more photos filled the table, and those photo frames couldn't actually hold so many photos.
A headlight illuminated the photos from top to bottom, and Chu Zihang saw two of the most familiar faces in those photos.
Mom, and himself.
From before he was born, to the time when he started to remember, to after his parents divorced, those photos spanned nearly twenty years.