Chen Hao looked at the low wall, and turned over directly with neat skills, after he turned in, he saw that the door bolt was being tethered, he walked over and pulled the door bolt, and opened the courtyard door: "Miss Jingwei, you wait outside for a while, I'll go in and take a look"

Jingwei watched Chen Hao go straight to the northwest corner, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart, she remembered the structure of this not too big courtyard.

Jiang Ping's room is on the second floor in the northwest corner, and the first floor is a storage room, full of miscellaneous items.

What is Chen Hao doing here?

Jingwei couldn't help but follow in.

Ordinary people probably won't notice some clues, but Zhou Congye, including Lu Yuan and Chen Hao, are all carefully trained, and their sensitivity in all aspects is naturally different from ordinary people.

"It's a storage room, and it's full of clutter." Quietly opened his mouth, watching Chen Hao push open the dusty door, as if the sunlight couldn't shine in, it was full of messy things, a piece of black pressure, dust, and choking.

Chen Hao looked around, and Jingwei also stood at the door and looked in.

The storage room was silent, with bugs crawling and flying by from time to time, and cobwebs hanging all over the beams, not at all like someone was inside.

Chen Hao's gaze fell on the floor again, and the ground with a thick layer of dust had accumulated, and no one had stepped on it.

"I'll go upstairs and take a look, Miss Jingwei, it's too dirty to live here for a long time, you can wait for me outside the yard."

Jing let out a slight 'um' and turned away.

Chen Hao casually closed the door.

The door shut, the light in the storage room dimmed immediately, and suddenly there was a barely audible whimper from an abandoned cupboard in the corner.

The girl who was curled up in the cupboard and almost thin and out of shape, slowly put her hand off her mouth, she looked at the closed door through the glass on the cupboard, for a long time, she seemed to choke, and silently muttered a name: "Jingwei"

Tears poured out of her large, sunken eye sockets and slowly slid down her emaciated face.

As she slid over the uneven scar, she shuddered as if she had been burned by something.

She raised her hand, and gently covered her face again, big tears kept pouring out, spilling out of her fingers, her thin and towering shoulder blades, trembling violently, she couldn't stop crying, but from beginning to end, she didn't make a single sound.

Jingwei, forgive me for not being able to go out to see you, I am now alive and ghostly, and seeing you will only add to your troubles and sadness.

It's better to let you think I've moved away, I'm doing well, I'm a ruthless and unrighteous person, it's not worth your concern, and you'll slowly forget about me completely

In this world, except for Mom and Jingwei, there are probably not many people who are worried about her.

Maybe in a few days, she will really become a lonely ghost living alone in this world.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

She raised her hand again and gently stroked the scar on the left side of her face, spilling a bitter smile with tears in her eyes.

Mom never told her about some old stories and secrets, in fact, she had already secretly known most of them.

The photo pressed into the drawer under the mother's makeup table, with a black and white background, a high-spirited young man standing on the dock, smiling like a spring breeze.

At the back of the photo, there is a small line of writing.

Gift Fan Su - to Yong, in 1975, the imperial capital, wish, life and life, often accompanied by the side of the Qing.

It turned out that the name I heard when I was a child when I accidentally woke up in the middle of the night was the name of the man in the photo.

When she was chased and scolded as a little bastard who didn't have a father, she also secretly cried with this photo and asked him if it was her father.

I also ran to ask my mother why my father didn't want them anymore.

But in this case, she only asked that once, because her mother, who had always been strong and tenacious and refused to shed tears, cried for a whole day and a night after she asked that sentence.

She never mentioned the word dad again, but she seemed to have an obsession in her heart, desperately trying to dig out all the clues.

Mom thought that she had really become a well-behaved daughter, obedient and sensible, but she didn't know that she had secretly looked at all her diaries and figured out most of that person's identity, name, and origin

So during the summer vacation of that year, she had to go to the imperial capital with Jingwei.

She left with longing, but she never thought that because of her thoughts, she would cause herself and her mother a bitter fruit that she could never bear.

She thought that what she was waiting for would be a father and daughter recognizing each other and crying, but the reality gave her a slap in the face.

She didn't see the father she wanted to see at all, in that luxurious villa area, what she saw was a domineering noblewoman, a daughter who was high in the sky, she was trampled on like an ant, and was choked by someone, and since then, she has never seen a trace of light.

The tears in Jiang Ping's eyes gradually dried up, and through the window, she saw that the sky outside gradually turned into a dull dark blue.

It was so quiet that she could even hear the faint chirping of insects in the corner.

If she hadn't had that idea that summer, wouldn't it be at this moment, she and her mother were still living in this small courtyard, spending the summer peacefully.

There is no need to be like this, she lives without being a ghost or a ghost, but her mother has to snort on her for her, trampled on and humiliated.

It's not that I don't want to die in the past and get rid of myself, and my mother doesn't have to be pinched anymore and can't get out, but

Jiang Ping lowered her eyes, her thin fingers fell on her almost sunken lower abdomen, who would have thought that she was not yet twenty years old, but she had already conceived a child.

child

Jiang Ping slowly raised her hand, and through the gap between her fingers, she looked at the sky that was gradually turning black, and the starlight in the town was much brighter than that of the imperial capital.

She still remembers that after giving birth to Niannian, she personally nursed and took care of him for just three months.

When she was chased away, Nian Nian smiled at her, she sang him incompatible town ballads and children's songs, and his little fat hands grabbed her hair, grinning toothlessly and laughing.

She didn't know, and she didn't dare to think, after she left, did she think about it, did she cry, would she get used to eating milk powder? Do others know that he wakes up and hugs him, and every night they have to hug him for a walk in the garden and look at the stars? He feeds breast milk, but he also drinks water at least three times a day, he likes to bathe, and he refuses to come out of the water every time he is in the water

He will wake up once in the middle of the night, he must hold him to breastfeed before he is willing to sleep, he loves to be clean, as long as he pees, he must change diapers immediately, if it is delayed, he can immediately cry and his little face is red