Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Secrets

Since that day, the atmosphere in this family has been anxious.

Feng Ran wanted to leave, but he had no way out, while Chen Zhi was eager to find out what was going on, making an average of more than 20 calls a day.

The relationship became heated, and the exchanges were full of sarcasm. Especially Feng Ran, who would not stop talking until he was choked to death, while Shen Zhi was mostly silent, and occasionally said something shocking, which made Feng Ran run around the house in anger.

Finally, one morning, Shen Zhi left without anyone noticing. After Feng Ran woke up, he searched the house but could not find any trace of him.

He broke into the studio in a rage, but faced with those expensive paints and limited edition brushes and painting knives, he finally did not take action.

Shen Zhi left in a hurry and even forgot to lock the studio. It seemed that he was moved out with his clothes.

The newly renovated living room smelled of formaldehyde. Chen Zhi bought more than a dozen pots of green radish. Feng Ran opened boxes of wine in the lush green and poured them into his mouth one by one.

The brand new 150-inch TV was playing a basketball game. The ball was flying around the court, and the commentator's tongue was almost tied. This person's pick-and-roll was so wonderful, and that person's sudden dunk saved the day and saved the collapsing building. Someone familiar with him dominated the game again. The audience was very lively, and cheers echoed in the living room.

Feng Ran drank all day and night, almost finishing all the boxes of wine, and the empty bottles piled up into a mountain. The last thing he opened was a box of dry red wine. As soon as the bottle opener pulled out the cork, his stomach suddenly churned. He endured it and ran to the bathroom to vomit.

Shen Zhi still didn't come back.

It's not that he didn't ask the bodyguards, but those people didn't say a word, as if they were deaf.

Feng Ran fell on the bathroom floor, closed his eyes, and his ears kept buzzing.

He had a bad guess-something happened to Shen's father.

When Shen Zhi rushed to the hospital, the doctor said that his father had just passed the critical period and could not enter the ward to visit.

He looked inside through the glass of the ICU. After not seeing him for a month, the man on the bed had become much thinner, his eyes were closed, his face was gray, and a faint sense of death enveloped his body. Except for the machine connected to his body that could prove in real time that he was still breathing and his heart was still beating, there was no sign of life.

The woman sobbed on the side.

Shen Zhi said, "What else did the doctor say?"

"He said he probably won't last more than a year. You can prepare things."

"Okay, I'll let Shen Yuan prepare. You can contact him."

"... Is he your father? How can you..."

"Auntie, I have something to check." Shen Zhi smiled and said, "Besides, he definitely won't want me to take care of his affairs, don't worry."

When Shen Zhi wanted to leave, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and asked, "Where is the will, has it been made?"

The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "The will may have been made, a long time ago, not on paper, with three parties present at the time, and it is legally binding. Don't you know?"

Shen Zhi nodded and said, "I know."

There was no need to verify it. He knew that in his father's arrangement, the money would have nothing to do with him.

When he came out of the hospital building and looked outside, the bodyguards were still "camping" at the hospital gate. Shen Zhi took off the locator on his wrist - a light but sturdy bracelet, and gently placed it on the stone flowerbed in front of the door.

The bodyguard who put it on him was a newcomer, and he didn't know that he was an expert at untying knots and picking locks. The bodyguards who had worked in his house for many years would avoid this question.

He took a walk on the path of the hospital, walking around and around, but those people still didn't leave. He made up his mind, climbed over the high wall, and fell on an open space, dirtying his hair and clothes. He patted the dust off his clothes and hailed a taxi on the street.

The car sped past and stopped in front of the familiar silver shop. The door was closed and a thick curtain was installed at the door. Shen Zhi knocked on the door patiently, listened attentively, and confirmed that someone was there, and called He Chuan's name directly.

Someone opened the door. Shen Zhi looked up. The person in front of him was not He Chuan, but a man who was older than him. The vicissitudes of life could not cover up his handsome features. He looked a little like He Chuan. Thinking he was his brother, Shen Zhi was a little polite: "Are you He Chuan's family? Where is he? I have something to do with him."

"Hello, I'm his father," the man looked at Shen Zhi carefully, a little surprised, "Come in and sit down."

Shen Zhi clenched his fists and frowned slightly. It's not his fault that he made a mistake. The man really had a face that didn't match his age. It was really a piece of cake to find it.

He followed the man into the house. Most of the silver jewelry in the room had been cleared out. Miscellaneous items were piled up on the floor. The small room seemed empty. There was a layer of dust on the table and windowsill. It seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

The man sat down, smiled, and looked at him gently: "Kid, what's your name?" Shen

Zhi was inexplicably unwilling to reveal it, and made an excuse: "I'm not familiar with He Chuan, I went to him because he owed me something."

The man said: "He owes you money? This kid..."

Shen Zhi hesitated: "It's okay, uncle, can I ask something about him?"

The man seemed to have a natural closeness to him and agreed at once.

"He used to study law, how did he come to Jiang City to make silver?"

"It's a long story. He was raised by his grandfather. The old man made silver in Jiang City all his life. No one in our family learned this craft, only He Chuan passed it down. Later, his grandfather passed away. He graduated from college that year. He was probably in a bad mood, so he hid it from me and his mother and came here to make silver alone."

"What about you? Didn't you follow this craft?"

"Me? No."

"Then what about He Chuan's mother, didn't she object?"

"Of course, but no one can persuade him."

So the topic suddenly ended, the air was silent, and the man did nothing but look at Shen Zhi carefully. The stranger's eyes were filled with warmth that Shen Zhi had never experienced before, as if he was looking through him at an old friend. He couldn't help but feel upset, and for a moment he even wanted to knock the man unconscious with a palm, so as to collect useful information from him.

He left without any communication tools, and only had some cash on him. Just as he was thinking about why he should leave the man's phone number before leaving, the man said, "How old are you this year?" Shen

Zhi was stunned: "Twenty-three."

The man stared at him: "What month is your birthday?"

"...June."

The man suddenly showed an excited look: "At the end of June?"

Shen Zhi bit his lower lip: "No, early June."

The man was stunned, and his lost expression disappeared in an instant: "Oh, so."

Shen Zhi smiled slightly and said, "Why, what does the end of June mean?"

"Oh... No, it's just that there is someone..." He suddenly stuttered, as if considering whether to tell Shen Zhi, an "irrelevant" person, but in the end he was defeated by Shen Zhi's calm and persuasive eyes.

Shen Zhi said softly: "Is there someone who is the same age as me, but was born at the end of June, and you have been looking for him?"

The man seemed to have made a great determination and said: "Yes, I met him when he was ten years old. You look so much like him, but his birthday is indeed at the end of June. I have been looking for him for thirteen years, and there has been no news."

"Maybe you can look for his family, for example, his mother or something."

"It's a pity that his mother is missing. I've been looking for her too. Because of the family break for a few years, I asked people to inquire about her, but there was no news." The man sighed, "I've never mentioned these things to anyone. I've been holding it in my heart for too long, so when I saw you, I was... really embarrassed." Chen

Zhi shook his head: "How could it be, you told me that one more person means more ways. Later, did you go to find someone yourself?"

"Yes... After my wife passed away last year, I don't know why I remembered what happened more than 20 years ago. More than 20 years, how could there be no news at all? I even suspected that she had, had..."

"Why are you looking for her?" Shen Zhi said, "It's been so many years, things have changed, what can we do if we find her?"

The man's eyes suddenly became empty, he frowned, and the moment his eyes moved to Shen Zhi, he revealed a very strange light. Shen Zhi's back was covered with cold sweat. Years of learning jiu-jitsu made his muscles collapse and his adrenaline soared, preparing for a sudden attack at any time.

The man didn't notice the edge he revealed, he was already in deep memories.

He said: "She and I have a son."

Feng Ran was drunk on the sofa. When he woke up, it was late at night. He was still on the sofa. The room was still silent. Suddenly, the door was slammed, like thunder in the dark night, making people jump with fear.

Feng Ran cursed and said: "Who?!"

The person outside the door did not answer, but just knocked hard on the door. The bodyguard rushed over and opened the door before Feng Ran opened it. Shen Zhi rushed in like a firecracker and rushed to the bedroom on the second floor.

Feng Ran shouted at him: "Psycho!" He followed him and kicked open the half-open bedroom door. Then he saw Shen Zhi shaking violently.

Feng Ran frowned and said: "What's wrong with you? Where did you go today? Isn't it you who leave every day and leave me alone at home? Do you think you are decent?! If you do it again next time, I will jump directly from the upstairs!" Shen

Zhi suddenly turned over and sat up and hugged him.

Feng Ran was stunned by the sudden strong hug. He wanted to push him away because the bodyguard was standing at the door looking inside, but Shen Zhi seemed to be crying.

He coughed and said, "No, it's no use crying this time. I tell you there won't be a second time for this. You--"

Shen Zhi trembled and called his name, his voice with tears in his voice: "Feng Ran, Feng Ran."

Feng Ran was horrified and said, "Fuck, don't shout. I told you that you shouldn't go out because you are not well yet. Are you possessed by evil spirits?" Shen

Zhi called his name for a while and finally stopped. He buried his head in Feng Ran's arms, his fingers tightly grasped his arms, pinching red marks on Feng Ran's firm skin.

Feng Ran asked him for a long time, saying all the good and bad things, but Shen Zhi didn't say a word.

Until he ran out of patience and used some strength to push him away, Shen Zhi raised his tearful face.

"I miss you so much." He said.

"..."

"I miss you so much." He repeated, his voice gentle and low, like a sigh.

After that, Shen Zhi did not go out for three days, but a shocking secret still passed through this seemingly airtight house and reached Feng Ran's ears.

Three days ago, Shen Zhi made a scene in the hospital and mobilized many of his father's resources. No one knew what he wanted to investigate and what he finally found out.

It is said that he paid a huge amount of hush money, and the money was included in the account of Shen's company. These days, the company frequently called, but Shen Zhi was not in a hurry. He answered the phone intermittently, and most of the time he did not speak. He listened to the questioning and roaring from the other side and hung up indifferently.

He spent most of these three days in bed, and Feng Ran was tormented. Every time Shen Zhi acted like a spoiled child to lure him to come again, he suspected that this guy was not investigating any secrets, but had been injected with aphrodisiacs in the hospital.

The desire to leave became stronger and stronger, almost occupying all his thoughts. He had no time to pay attention to the changes in the Shen family and the abnormality of Shen Zhi. His mind was full of how to escape.

He measured the size from the rooftop to the ground, and took advantage of the short time when Shen Zhi was busy with social events to collect the curtains of the guest rooms one by one, tied them together to form a long, strong rope.

He coaxed Shen Zhi to take the last sleeping pill in the house, and slowly descended from the rooftop along the rope while the bodyguard was on shift at 2:40 in the morning.

Shen Zhi was still sleeping soundly in the bedroom, and the bodyguard had five minutes to rest - his last time.

When his toes touched the ground, he felt a long-lost sense of relief, and his breathing became free. This was the backyard of the Shen family, and few people came. He took a step along the wall, and suddenly, a dazzling beam of incandescent light shot out from the bushes, and he stretched out his hand to cover his face.

"Fuck his uncle..." Failed again. He cursed in despair.

A faint sigh was heard, and the footsteps gradually moved forward. The incandescent light shone on the ground, and he finally saw the face of the person who came -