Zhong Ying didn't know who her biological father was. There are still memories of his very young age in his mind, Zhong Qiaoqiao and someone whispered softly, calling his baby softly. She had always thought it was her dream, and she had never thought about who that person was. At this time, when she heard such news, her eyes widened, and her little face was full of confusion. Mr. Rong's heart moved, coughed lightly, turned his face away, and didn't dare to look again.

Such a girl sat in front of him, and he couldn't help himself without doing anything, and he didn't dare to continue.

Xu Zheming's eyes were burning, he could see the mind of the person in front of him, but so what, he thought, she belonged to him after all.

"I don't have much contact with him." Zhong Ying said with difficulty, her fingers stretched out and put them on the seat, slender and white, such fingers should be born to play the piano. However, she never played the piano.

Xu Zheming gently covered his hands and said, "I'll go with you." ”

The surprise in Mr. Yung's heart was refreshed again today.

He said, "Sir will be upset." ”

"I don't need him to take care of my business. Since elementary school, I have only seen him five times a year. ”

"But, after all, Sir is your father."

"Since you're a father, you shouldn't just point fingers at me." Xu Zheming said, "I am already an adult. ”

Mr. Yung fell silent. He looked at Zhong Ying, his eyes longing.

Zhong Ying thought that he probably hoped that he would persuade Xu Zheming. However, she did not want to persuade.

Everyone in the world says that there are parents in the world, but Zhong Ying has always known that there are. Some parents are enemies to their children, a scourge that destroys their lives.

Xu Zheming was happy with her silence, gently curled the corners of his mouth, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you." ”

The air slid softly past the ear.

Zhong Ying raised her head and asked, "My mother...... What hospital is she in now? ”

Mr. Yung said a name, and then fell silent. When Zhong Ying and Xu Zheming stood up, he suddenly said, "Miss Zhong." His eyes looked over and said with pleading: "There is ...... between the young master and you."

Xu Zheming stretched out his hand to take Zhong Ying and hugged her shoulder: "That's my business with her." ”

"It has nothing to do with others." He said.

Mr. Yung's eyes immediately dimmed.

"I'll send you there." When he stood up, he touched the corner of the table, and the water glass fell to the ground, and the water trail that jumped out wet the hem of his trousers.

He didn't hear it, and walked out with his waist straight.

Zhong Ying felt that his back was full of sadness.

Zhong Qiaoqiao's ward is a single intensive care unit. When Zhong Ying entered the door, she saw a young and beautiful nurse gently helping her scrub her body. Her face was still on a ventilator, her eyes were tightly closed, and her brow was still furrowed.

In Zhong Ying's memory, they hadn't gotten along so peacefully for a long time.

Xu Zheming stood beside her silently, watching her eyes turn red little by little, but no tears fell.

Touching Zhong Qiaoqiao's hand, Zhong Ying found that those hands were so cold.

Someone pushed the door in and asked in confusion, "Who are you?" ”

Looking back, Zhong Ying saw a man in his forties, well-dressed, with a sturdy figure and shrewd eyes, standing there like a calm mountain. The man's gaze flashed over Zhong Ying's face, and his outline softened, "You are, Sakura-chan." ”

Although she had never seen it before, at this moment, something was boiling in Zhong Ying's body, and an attraction made her difficult to control herself so that she didn't walk up.

This is the other half of her bloodline provider.

Xu Zheming greeted calmly: "Uncle Zheng, long time no see." ”

Uncle Zheng's gaze fell on him at this time, and he greeted him calmly: "Zheming, long time no see." Is your father okay? ”

"Uncle Zheng should have seen him more times than I saw him." Xu Zheming said, "After all, you are business partners. ”

Zhong Ying felt as if she was caught in a mystery. Her gaze wandered between the two, unable to see the familiar roots.

"I didn't think about it......" Uncle Zheng looked at Zhong Ying, and said half of what he said. In a moment, the gaffe on his face disappeared, and he smiled at Zhong Ying: "We should talk about it." ”

Zhong Ying agreed without hesitation.

The two sat down in a quiet tea room, and Xu Zheming waited outside. He also knew about the relationship between Uncle Zheng and Zhong Ying, which belonged to the conversation between father and daughter.

"Before I met you, I used to wonder what you really looked like." Uncle Zheng said, "But, you are better than I imagined. ”

"You always knew I existed?" Zhong Ying asked.

The man's eyes flashed with apologetic light: "I watched you be born, but then for some reason, your mother disappeared from me. Later she told me that you were dead, and she even showed me your death certificate and cremation slip, which I had to believe. ”

"I always thought you were a replacement for her adoption."

Zhong Ying finally understood what he meant, and at this moment, a huge sense of absurdity arose in her heart.

"Why are you parting?" She asked a second question.

"My name is Zheng Shiming." The man sitting opposite said, "The Zheng family is a big family no less than the Xu family. ”

Zhong Ying thought tiredly, well, it's another bloody story of an infatuated woman.

"That's when I met your mother. She wasn't what she is when she was young, she was gentle, beautiful, and hearty and generous. I was immediately attracted to her, then I pursued her and finally got to be with her. ”

"My mother, your grandmother, died young, but her sister always wanted to climb into my father's bed. She lost her identity and saw herself as the mistress of the Zheng family. She found Qiaoqiao, wrote her a check, and asked her to leave me. Zheng Shiming covered his face, and the words that floated out between his fingers revealed his weakness, "Qiaoqiao is very angry and thinks I'm fooling her." So she ran away with you. ”

"I was misled by that woman, and I never found her. Until she sends the news of your death. ”

When he looked up again, the fragility that had only been momentary was gone. Zheng Shiming said: "When she left, she had already left a divorce agreement, and when she appeared, she had already become someone else's mistress." ”

"You should know that the Zheng family can accept a housewife who is not so high-born, but it can't accept such a ...... Housewives who are mistresses for others. ”

Zhong Ying felt that one of her hearts was going up and down, and the blood in her whole body was flowing backwards.

For this kind of thing, she didn't know whether she should blame Zhong Qiaoqiao or this biological father who was too incompetent.

"I see." Finally she said coldly.

"Would you like to return to the Zheng family?" Zheng Shiming asked.

Xu Zheming looked at Zhong Ying from a distance, the expression on her face had been cold, but he could see the difference from it.

At this time, she was in trouble. Xu Zheming thought, maybe she could tell me, and I would help her find a way.

Zheng Shiming looked at Zhong Ying eagerly, "Back to the Zheng family, the matter between you and Zheming will not be so difficult." ”

Zhong Ying woke up suddenly, and stood up abruptly holding on to the table.

"No," she said firmly, "no, thank you for your kindness, but no." ”

She turned to leave, and Zheng Shiming noticed that her steps were a little panicked. Getting up to chase after her, another figure had already rushed over, grabbed her hand, and asked gently.

The boy and the girl stood together, and the sun shone on them, as if they were also shining.

Zheng Shiming's footsteps did not take any further steps.

Zhong Qiaoqiao woke up the next day, and when she saw Zhong Ying, a rare calm appeared on her face.

"You're here." She said, but her eyes seemed to look into the distance through Zhong Ying. Zhong Ying sat calmly on the side and asked her if she wanted to drink water.

"No," said Zhong Qiaoqiao, "I don't need anything." ”

"I'm finally going to say goodbye to this miserable world, and you should be happy for me." She tilted her head slightly, looked at Zhong Ying and said.

"Yes, you should be happy too. Finally, without me as a dragger, you can finally make a big difference. ”

Zhong Ying was silent and didn't speak, but Zhong Qiaoqiao kept looking at her for a long time and sighed.

"Do you hate me? I almost ruined your life. ”

Zhong Ying didn't want to answer this question. Hate? hated. But now, I don't hate it so much.

Facing this woman who buried her happiness with her own hands, Zhong Ying felt that the unwise actions she made were also ordinary. She wasn't a smart woman in the first place.

She silently picked up her cup: "I'll feed you water." ”

Zhong Qiaoqiao laughed: "Yes, you really hate me." Her gaze looked far into the distance, and she saw the past a long time ago.

At that moment, the light on her face was so gentle that even her cheeks, which had already looked old, seemed to glow: "If that time ......"

The alarm on the monitor suddenly sounded, and the nurse rushed in at the same time as Zheng Shiming.

Zhong Ying stood up in a panic and was pushed aside by the nurse.

She didn't expect that at this moment, Zhong Qiaoqiao couldn't wait to say goodbye.

Zheng Shiming stood in the doorway, his eyes red, turned his head, and breathed heavily. She is the most tender memory of his youth, but she is also the one who destroys this tenderness.

Now, once again, she left him resolutely.

There were only three people at the funeral, Zhong Ying was wearing a black skirt and holding a black umbrella, looking blankly at the urn that was put into the cemetery.

It happened so fast, as if before she had time to react, everything had already happened.

She stood there, her eyes closed, her eyes dry, but there were no tears.

Xu Zheming stood behind her and gently put his hand on her shoulder: "Don't cry." ”

"You still have me."

It was as if the softest feather fell on the heart, falling, brushing, tickling.

It was so itchy that she was going to cry.

Zheng Shiming stretched out his hand to touch the photo on the tombstone, which was Zhong Qiaoqiao when he was young, with sparse eyebrows and a gentle and moving smile.

She was also young and beautiful.

Xu Zheming clenched Zhong Ying's hand.

Just yesterday, Zheng Shiming found him and told him a story. Xu Zheming thought that such a story would not happen to him.

In any case, he would not let go of her hand.