After sending Xu Fang away, Zhang Liping sat on the chair, closed her eyes tremblingly, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

At dusk in the dark that year, the lights and candles were dim, and after the fifteen-year-old Xu Fang learned that she was going to marry Li Yiyi, her clean eyes seemed to be blackened by the lights, and she didn't dare to look at her directly.

Then he asked, "Do you love him?"

The corners of Zhang Liping's eyes condensed with mist, do you love it?

Not loved.

It's just for Xu Fang, for him.

And then, Xu Fang became more and more alienated from her, and the whole person became more and more indifferent, and he never called her mom again.

……

Xu Fang left the house overnight, the night fog was filled, and only the nocturnal cat was rummaging through the garbage cans in the dark black alley.

A pair of dark green eyes flashed two seeping lasers because of the sweep of the flashlight, and then the black cat turned its head and ran away with a swish.

The sound of the man's footsteps was especially clear in the dark night, and past the trash can that the cat had drilled through was a small dark door, which led to a building that was a restaurant, and the garbage in this trash can was all the masterpiece of the restaurant.

Further on, there is a staircase half a width for one person, and after walking more than a dozen steps, it suddenly turns left, and a long corridor emerges, and this long corridor is close to the three unit doors.

Xu put it into the third unit, and opened the door with the key in the dark.

He raised his hand and slapped it on the side wall, the switch pressed by his palm tilted his head back because of the pressure, and with a snap, the indoor lights came on.

There was silence, the furniture in the house was covered with white cloth, and there was a smell of old dust in the room, like the smell of no one living in a long time.

But the house was very clean, apparently telling that someone had come to clean it recently.

That person is Xu Fang, in the past two years, he has always stayed here for a few days before and after his father's death day, but he doesn't move anything.

This is his home, once here, a family of three lived very happily.

At that time, despite his grandfather's opposition, his father insisted on not living in the troupe compound, but bought a house outside, and I heard that it was because it was very cold in the room in the winter of the compound, and my father felt sorry for my mother.

The father's move made the mother envied by many people.

But at that time, he had not yet been born, and the house was really old.

He tried to peel something out of his memory, like when was the last time he was here before he became an adult?

Xu Fang lit a cigarette, walked into the living room, and stood in front of a door.

Oh yes, probably at the age of 13.

At that time, my mother refused to come back to live because she hated her father for leaving by suicide and abandoned her wife in a decisive way, and she has been living in the compound of the Yue Opera Troupe.

He couldn't accept the death of his father, who loved him very much on weekdays, and secretly ran back from the compound in the middle of the night with the longing for his father, and shrank in his father's room, at that time he felt that as long as he waited, his father would come back.

But he was disappointed, and three days later, when his anxious mother and grandfather found him here, he was so hungry and exhausted that he almost fainted, and his mother hugged him and cried.

So he came to his senses, knowing that the man who had sat on a stool with him in his arms and sharpened the wooden gun would not come back.

The man who touched his head and looked forward to him growing up completely disappeared from his world.

So, he began to understand his mother.

I didn't come back for a long time, and my feelings for my father became very complicated, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, and it was only in the past two years that I let go of some.

Xu Fang exhaled violently and pushed open the door in front of him.

The room was as neat as ever, but the script that had been on the table for many years was gone, and my mother said that it was all burned.

Sixteen years have passed since this incident, and I am afraid that those who witnessed my father's death back then have buried their memories in the deep sand.

He came here to find the diary that his father had written before the accident.

My father had a quirk, which should be called obsessive-compulsive disorder in today's terms.

All the diaries he used to keep records were one, black and yellow, and he could buy one box at a time.

Xu Fang just wanted to make sure again, if he could turn out his father's handwriting and confirm it again.

Even if the handwriting taken from the photo in the body of the email could be distinguished at a glance, it was still necessary to make sure it just in case.

Time is a terrible thing, it can wear away all your past.

Xu Fang clearly understood that there was a trace of luck in his heart, maybe the diary that his father took to Jiaxing back then, and all the relics of his entourage were taken back, but the key page on the 22nd was missing, or maybe after being taken back, it was completely different from the fate of the hand-copied drama book?

After turning the whole room over, nothing was found, and the emptiness seemed to mock his innocence.

Only a stack of letters was found in a drawer in his father's study.

The seals of the letters were all opened, and it was clear that the recipient had read them.

On this, the name of each recipient is Xu Chengbin, that is, his father.

Xu Fang spread out the paper, the words on it were ordinary when they were separated, and when they were gathered together, they were vicious words.

Not a man, not a woman, a sissy, a hypocrite, disgusting, to die.

After reading a few letters, these words and sentences appeared most frequently, and Xu Fang could be sure that these things were also the evidence for determining the cause of his father's suicide back then.

He couldn't help but wonder that there was no homicide in this world who could completely disguise himself as a suicide.

If the father really didn't commit suicide, then there must have been a mistake in the original link.

And who is the person who sent this email to him?

Insiders, witnesses, or just a prank?

Or is it a sixth sense based on just one page of diary?

Xu Fang's mind suddenly became a little messy, he took a few deep breaths, walked to the window, opened the bolt, it had not been opened for many years, the window that had been soaked in mud and embroidery was a little difficult to push, he slammed hard, and the thick soil mixed with the bottom of the window twisted.

The fog outside the window was clear, and a half-moon rose high into the sky, but I couldn't see it clearly.

There was too much smell in the air, Xu Fang frowned, turned his back against the window, and took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

He tilted his head, his Adam's apple rolling.

Now the only clue is the email, he needs to find out who is behind it, and he knows someone who can help him with this.

Xu Fang didn't stay at home for too long, and returned to the Yue Opera Troupe overnight.

Some things are just not mentioned, and if you think about it, it becomes a mystery, and everyone around you doesn't seem to be credible.

If my father didn't commit suicide in the first place, who was the murderer?

Where are the people?

In the darkness, something broke through the earth, only to be grabbed by the tail by a pair of sinful hands buried deep in the dirt.

No one saw it, not long after Xu Fang left, a neat figure dressed in the night, unlocked the door, the flashlight lit up the room, and people walked to the bedroom step by step.

Vertical day.

The 60th anniversary of the founding of the Guohai Yue Opera Troupe.

Early in the morning, the east and west courtyards were full of joy.

The official actors of the Yue Opera Troupe have already arrived, and the students of the freshman class have also gotten up early in the morning.

Cheng Xiangxiang led the way to the hospital, followed by Fan Yijun.

Cheng Xiangxiang was holding a box in her hand, and after coming in, she was looking for someone, and finally, as soon as the slender figure in front of the arch appeared, a smile bloomed on her face, and then she trotted over.

"Xu Fang. She called out his name, three points of joy, seven points of coquettishness, "It's rare to see you wear it like this, it suits you very well." ”

Xu Fang wore a formal suit, white shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes, his hair was three or seven points, revealing a smooth and full forehead, a pair of narrow eyes, under the sun, the shadow of his eyelashes shrouded his eyes, half cold and half alienated.

After seeing Cheng Xiangxiang, his eyes revealed a little warmth.

Xu Fang's indifference is born in the bones, and the surface is in the skin.

Cheng Xiangxiang was overjoyed, because she knew that Xu Fang was different from others.

"There are presentations today. ”

Concise and to the point, Cheng Xiangxiang nodded heavily and stuffed the box in his arms into his arms.

"Well, gifts. She smiled and showed a sweet tooth, "Happy birthday, senior brother." ”

Xu Fang saw that You Li had just entered the hospital.

"Senior brother. Cheng Xiangxiang called him.

Xu Fang lowered her head, reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, and said, "Thank you." ”