Qingyou is very grateful to Boss Gu. I don't know my life, and I'm willing to help. And Boss Gu just smiled and said. Because of the year she inquired. It was the year my father founded Xiaocao Photo Studio. It has a special meaning for my father. He also wanted to see if his old father could remember something. And then. My father kept a lot of pictures at home. Maybe it helps.

Come to Boss Gu's house. Qingyou knows what a photography family is. Photography and painting have something in common. At a glance, she knew that Boss Gu and his father were very good photographers.

Mr. Gu, who is over the age of old, is sitting in a rocking chair and napping. The nanny motioned not to disturb him. Boss Gu invited Qingyou to the small room where his father placed the photo. It's a microcosm of an era. Qingyou was dumbfounded.

"Miss Xia. The photo you said from 36 years ago should be in..."Boss Gu's fingers slid over a photo album with a thin layer of dust. "This one." He has always been sensitive to photographs. Pull out a book from it and say confidently. "It should be here. You can look to see if there is a deposit. ”

Qingyou took the thick album. "Thank you. But... Even if you have a deposit, it's useless. I've seen the photos. I want to know something specific..."

"Actually, at that time... I'm sixteen or seventeen years old. Spend all day with my father studying the camera. I think my memory is much deeper than my father's. ”

Qingyou nodded excitedly. Shift your attention back to the album. "The photo I'm looking for was taken in October 1974..."

"The photo studio opened in October." Boss Gu was also excited. He quickly flipped to the October album.

Qingyou's eyes lit up. Point to the top of the current page. "This is it."

Boss Gu pulled out the photo from the album. Touching his chin and thinking about it carefully. Kiyoyo watched expectantly as he paced around the room. Don't dare to make a sound to interrupt him. "Hmm... I really don't have any impressions. "Finally. Boss Gu finally gave up. The long stream of time has inexorably erased the memories of 36 years ago.

Kiyo bowed his head in disappointment. But inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the photo that Boss Gu was holding, and there seemed to be words on the back. She immediately took it and looked at it. A dense row of small characters is neatly written in the lower right corner of the photo. May a lover eventually become a family. October 26, 1974. This typography confirmed her original suspicions. His mother Xia Rou and Zhang Zhekai are really lovers.

"Miss Xia. You're fine. Boss Gu saw Qingyou in a daze. His face turned pale. I asked worriedly.

Qingyou waved his hand gently. "I'm fine," she looked up. Thank you, Boss Gu. I think I already know... I have other things to go first. Can you try to think back to the past? It's best to ask Mr. Gu as well. Because it's really important to me. ”

"Okay."

Qingyou took out his business card and handed it to him. "This is my business card. If there is any news. Please call me immediately. ”

"Hmm..."

Leave Boss Gu's house. Qingyu wandered again as if he had lost his soul. Does Zhang Zhekai know that she is Xia Rou's daughter? Does he know that Xia Rou was kidnapped and raped by Jiang Hua back then? What would he do to himself if he knew.

Just as she was meditating. A car honked its horn. The cacophony pierced her eardrums. She woke up suddenly. It turned out that he unknowingly ran a red light. She hurriedly retreated to the side of the road.

"Look for death." The driver of the car scolded Qingyou loudly. Qingyu just stood dumbfounded. She felt this scene so familiar. I once took that step stupidly. And now. She didn't dare. It's not that she's timid. It's just that a person is not even afraid of death. Are you still afraid to live?

Zhang Zhekai, who was in the hospital, was anxiously waiting for Qingyou to bring the medical record card. He called several times in a row but couldn't get through. Just when he wanted to be discharged from the hospital and go home first. Qingyou came in a hurry.

"Why is it so late. Don't you know I'm waiting. Zhang Zhekai rarely wore a scolding tone.

Kiyoyo wiped her sweat. Softened his tone. "Isn't it an art exhibition in Pudong? It is said that there is a painting that was accidentally scribbled by a child. It can't be fixed. I want to send another pair over quickly. ”

Zhang Zhekai was skeptical. "There's such a thing. The staff of the exhibition would be so careless. ”

Kiyoyu stepped forward to pick up the bloated man sitting on the hospital bed. "yes. That's why I'm here so late. Otherwise, I'll put your business first. She knew that Zhang Zhekai was a lot of suspicious people. Only by being cautious in words and deeds can you not miss clues.

"Your phone..."

"Oh. Maybe it's turned off without power. Qingyou reached into her bag with one hand. pressed the power button in front of Zhang Zhekai. After the phone lights up for a while, it shows that the battery is low and it automatically shuts down. Zhang Zhekai believed it. With peace of mind, he followed Qingyou out of the ward.

It was already evening when I got home. Kiyoyu began to cook as usual. Don't look at Zhang Zhekai, the CEO of a medium-sized company. But he lived a simple life. Before Qingyou, he also took care of all the housework by himself. And Qingyou** is used to it, and he doesn't care about being served. Do-it-yourself is enriching.

Zhang Zhekai walked into the study. Take out a bunch of keys from the pen holder. Very carefully open the small lock on the third drawer on the right side of the bookcase. Take out the box inside and put it on the desk. He sat down slowly. Feel the box as if you were touching a treasure in the world. It was something he treasured for the rest of his life. This is the same as Lin Meihong's collection of marriage certificates. People at that age always put their most precious things somewhere. The implication is to keep happiness.

He shuddered and opened the small lock on the box. The photos in the box still lie there quietly. The beloved girl in the photo is still smiling. Wait a minute... Wrong. Zhang Zhekai's eyes narrowed. He had one of the pictures on top of the box. How could it all be in the box now. Someone has moved... Could it be Xia Qingyou?

Suddenly there was movement outside the door. "Who..." Zhang Zhekai looked keenly towards the door.

Qingyou, wearing an apron, pushed the door in. "It's time to eat..."

"Got it..."Zhang Zhekai closed the box quietly. You go out. I'll be here in a moment. ”

"Okay." Qingyou exits and closes the door. She just saw Zhang Zhekai walk into the study. Peek cautiously through the crack in the door. Seeing that he really took out the box to be nostalgic. But he accidentally knocked on the door.

Zhang Zhekai re-intracted the box into a drawer. The thick, rough layer of fat on the face has no expression. He walked out of the study. I saw a virtuous woman shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table. This image is very soft in the summer of that year.

Qingyou gave him a bowl of rice. "You have a bad stomach. So it was boiled more thinly today. I wanted to cook porridge. But I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat. I was hungry and sick in the middle of the night... Eat it. Take the medicine after eating. Then rest early. ”

He quietly pulled open the chair at the table and sat down. Pick up the meal and eat it. Qingyou secretly looked at the man opposite with his peripheral vision. I was nervous. I have palpitations.

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