At the beginning of dawn, there was a soft light, and there was no bright light outside.

Song Chao walked out of the room and sat in the courtyard.

The osmanthus flowers bloomed in the yard, the breeze moved, and bursts of fragrance came faintly.

He stroked the red bracelet he had been wearing on his wrist, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

It was a red natal year bracelet with "Chang" engraved on one of the beads in the middle, which his mother had made for him.

Every time I worship my mother, I have to go to a place far, far away from home.

People like to be buried where they want to be, right?

He sat in the courtyard for a long time, and it was not until dawn that he went to the man's room.

Standing in front of his father's door, he felt a violent rise and fall in his chest.

Calm.

Be sure to stay calm.

He put on a calm and self-contained look, and gently pushed open the familiar door.

"Xiaochang?"

Song Kang had just dressed and sat on the bed, when he saw the door being pushed, and when he saw that it was his son, he was stunned at first, and then a little surprised.

He was not mistaken, it was Song Chang who came.

It had been a long time since he had taken the initiative to come to see him, so much so that he was speechless and couldn't say a word.

"Xiaochang, why do you get up so early?" Song Kang reacted with a friendly smile on his face.

Song Chang looked at his father silently, did not answer, and there was no expression on his face.

After all these years, he is still so hypocritical.

However, he was getting older, with fine lines engraved on his forehead and a few silver strands in his black hair.

He turned his back to him and looked out the window.

The hundred-year-old osmanthus tree in the courtyard has staggered branches, thick and tall.

The fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the early morning air is wafting with the wind, wafting into the pores of every breath.

Looking at his son's back, Song Kang felt that his eyes were swollen, and somehow, as soon as he saw his son, he wanted to cry a little.

Compared with his peers, Song Chang matures quickly, is steady and introverted, and has the courage to do things, but this is not what Song Kang wants to see.

In his memory, his son has always loved to laugh, the corners of his mouth are raised, and he is optimistic about everything, but now the heartiness on his face has dissipated, replaced by calm.

Not a pretend deep calm, but a peace that comes from the heart, like the surface of still water, nothing can make the slightest wave.

It is undeniable that the son became the way he is because of him.

For so many years, the death of his wife has always been a pain in his heart, tormenting him day and night.

He loved her so much, but she forsook him.

That's the person he loves the most, tormenting ...... It's also enjoyable.

But his son's sudden bump into him was something he didn't expect.

The pain of one becomes the pain of two.

He apologized for an explanation.

He wanted to tell the truth of the truth, and although it hurt, if he didn't, the pain would only get worse as time passed.

He wants to speak up, he wants to change the familiar and distant relationship with his son.

But...... Not now.

The son's sudden search was definitely not just to see him, whether he had noticed some clues of phantom powder, Song Kang was not sure.

If his son didn't mention the Phantom Diefan, he wouldn't say a word.

After becoming the president of the association, he has long understood that there are some things to say, and some things that are rotten in the stomach cannot be said, even good things.

Some dawn light shone through the window, dissipating the silence in the room for a moment.

"Xiaochang, we haven't eaten together for a long time, let's eat some together."

Song Kang broke the silence, still with that kind and open-minded smile.

Song Chang turned around, Song Kang glanced at him, he couldn't see any expression in his eyes, he couldn't figure out his thoughts.

Song Chang didn't seem to have the desire to speak, he just looked around, and the wine on his father's bedside table attracted his attention.

Most of the liquor on the cabinet seems to be not low, and in the bedroom, it should be drunk before going to bed.

"President," Song Chang squeezed out a few words from his closed teeth, "Are you hiding something from me?" ”

Hearing this, Song Kang's hands on his knees briefly clasped each other, and then let go.

He still smelled the smell of Phantom Stacks.

"No, why do you suddenly ask that?" There was a tremor in his voice, and he couldn't hear it if he didn't listen carefully.

"Nothing." Song Chang turned his back to the sun, and his appearance was dull and gloomy.

He could feel that his father was hiding something from him, but he didn't say it explicitly.

The weather outside the window is already bright, and it's another ordinary day for the city.

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In the afternoon, Song Chang sat in the empty lounge, staring at the documents on the table—the two lists that had not been destroyed.

He has a principle in performing tasks, that is, he is not curious about the outcome outside the mission, only completes the tasks that need to be completed, and is never curious about things outside the task.

Because the truth is often so explicit and unadorned.

I don't know the truth, but I only know the side of a story covered in frosting, which is also good.

"After all, this list is only because someone died, how can it be easily destroyed!"

Yang Zhexuan's words echoed in his ears.

This time he wanted to break his rules, open the file, peek inside and confirm the terrible thought that had been lingering in his mind.

After deciding, he didn't hesitate any longer, and directly opened one of the document paper bags and pulled out the paper inside.

As expected, the paper was blank except for a few names, and there were no other marks.

He scrutinized the names, but fortunately, he wasn't familiar with them.

It was a good result for him, no name appeared, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

But this is also the worst outcome, if the people on the list do bad things, after the documents are destroyed, won't no one know.

The mystery in Song Chang's heart became heavier and heavier, and he looked like he wanted to explore the truth, but he didn't notice a colleague coming in the lounge. It wasn't until I heard the sound of water coming out of a water dispenser that my thoughts drifted back.

Sun Bo took two glasses of water, one of which was placed in front of Song Chang, and he sat down casually next to him.

Seeing this, Song Chang wanted to hide the document, but Sun Bo had already seen it.

His eyes moved from the file to Sun Bo, who had an inexplicable expression on his face.

Sun Bo looked at him suspiciously, as if he was waiting for him to speak, but Song Chang didn't seem to have any intention of opening, so he asked: "I didn't expect Song Chang, you are really not enough buddy, you don't call me if you have a task?" ”

He spoke in a relaxed tone, revealing two small tiger teeth as he spoke.

Song Chang immediately made a silent gesture, and then asked him in a low voice: "Do you remember the last mission I performed, the president said that it was very confidential, so he didn't tell you the specific content." ”

Sun Bo nodded in confusion and did not make a sound, waiting for him to continue.

"The mission that time was to destroy two lists," Song Chang pointed to the two documents on the table, "these are these two." ”

"What?!" Sun Bo was obviously a little surprised after hearing this.

I have the impression that Song Chang has completed every task very well, and this time he actually deceived the president.

However, he also had many questions about the destroyed documents.

Can't those two confidential documents be shown to the security council?

"Don't be surprised, this document can't be seen by the people, there must be something unknown in it." As he spoke, Song Chang handed the list he had just opened in his hand to Sun Bo, "Look at what's strange about these names." ”

Sun Bo browsed the list and looked at it seriously for a while: "I haven't heard of most of them, but ......"

His voice was unreal, as if he was trying to recall a fragment of his memory.

"I have some impressions of this person named Yu Zhou, he was just secretly arrested by the people of the Security Association last month, and the specific reason is not known yet."

The people who were taken away by the An Hui must have committed a crime, and it seems that the people on the list are not innocent.

"Song Chang, are you suspicious of something?" Sun Bo sat on the edge of his chair, gradually sitting upright as he understood the situation.

"The president must have something to hide from us." A cloud gradually rose on Song Chang's face, and at the same time, he felt as if something heavy had sunk into his heart.

"That's it, Song Chang, now that the new task hasn't come down yet, I'll go and find out the reason."

"Then please, but you have to be careful......"

Before Song Chang finished speaking, Sun Bo had already said before him: "I know, you can't let others be suspicious, because this list has been destroyed by you." ”

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Zhexuan called from the reception, and Song Chang met him in the hall.

Yang Zhexuan inquired about the location of Song Kang's house from the mouth of the hotel residents, and when he mentioned Song Kang, people had mixed reactions to him.

Some people say that he is an angel, who is kind and charitable, and has done a lot of charity over the years; Some say that he is a demon who indirectly killed his favorite wife.

Of course, people's remarks can often confuse right and wrong, everything is hearsay, and as for whether it is true or false, he does not care.

The building looks like a beautiful residential home, with a three-storey house with a front and back yard and a pleasant view of the surroundings, making it a dream home for the residents.

Yang Zhexuan walked into the association, and the osmanthus planted in the yard was in full bloom, with pale yellow petals and a faint fragrance, which made people unconsciously relax.

Song Chang stood in the hall not far away and waited for him, and he quickened his pace.

"Song Chang, forgive me for my self-acquaintance, in order to enhance our friendship, I came to you to chat."

"I'm welcome." Although Song Chang had a smile on his face, there was deep worry and even fear behind the smile.

Just as he was about to open the second document, he received a call from him.

That's fine, he's not ready to face the facts.

"Something happened, it doesn't feel like your face is good."

"I'm fine." Song Chang glanced at him, and suddenly hesitated, the business card last time said that he belonged to the Anhui.

He asked him, "How did you find here?" ”

"It's not hard to get a message at the hotel." After saying this, Yang Zhexuan added, "I know that this is the Federation, and I forgot what happened last time." ”

"Thank you." Although Yang Zhexuan has the unique uninhibition of a rich child, he does not have a little arrogance, and this indifferent attitude is very suitable for Song Chang's taste.

With a slight groan, he led him to the lounge.