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Chapter 13

The criss-crossing viaducts are woven into the blood vessels of the city. Under the night scene of orange car lights, every car has its own track that is hard to deviate from, passing through the heart, and finally lighting up a dark window.

"Zhong Shuli."

"Ok?"

"Qiao Yun just asked me to do him a favor."

"Well, what's the matter." Zhong Shuli put into gear to slow down, released the clutch, and the car slowly slid to the red light.

"Go back to Gao's house."

"Since it's your own idea, why bother to convey it through me?"

Qiao Yun lowered his head and shook the wine: "This matter happened because of my father, so what I said inevitably seemed to be a false accusation. What's more, he wouldn't listen to what I said."

"How come? You are the only friend I know so far that he hasn't given up contact with in the past three years. He doesn't even listen to you, so why should he expect me?"

The ear-piercing sound of the car sounded behind him, Zhong Shu Lifang started the car as if waking up from a dream, passed the green light, and stopped at a secluded intersection.

"You also think that I should go back?" He pushed down the car window, and the meaning of June slowly came in, sticking to the palm of the hand holding the steering wheel.

Lu Shijun looked at the sky between the tall buildings that was dyed purple by the lights, and replied: "Yes."

"He will at least think about what you said. Mr. Lu, I don't know how you got together again. But I think you probably know that Shu Li has had a hard time these past few years. When I returned to China to find him , he was almost lost, and suffered from severe insomnia caused by PTSD, although he is fine now," Qiao Yun put the wine glass heavily on the glass table, and said viciously, "Damn it, I've been guarding the printer all day to make amends, When is the head."

Zhong Shuli leaned back into the leather seat, and his voice was low: "I came home that Friday and saw my mother sitting on the ground with disheveled hair. I ran in and saw that the once tidy house was devastated. And I finally saw the feeling of the perpetrator for a moment. Like my dad choked my neck himself."

At that time, Gao Shuli's mind was in a mess after the explosion, and he heard dry words struggling to get out of his throat: "Dad, what's going on?"

Gao Zhan grabbed the paper on the table and threw it on his face. He picked up the report from the ground, couldn't read a single word, but desperately stuffed it into his mind. The possibility of the paternal line, the possibility of the maternal line of the sample does not rule out the possibility of the biological maternal line of the child sample" What does it mean? As for the abnormality of the CPI, it will be a long time later.

At this time, a woman dressed in enchanting clothes came in and broke the dead silence in the living room: "Now, the cockroaches and her bastards are all gathered together. Look at what you have done, why do you still have the face to stay in Gao's house?" ?”

Gao Shuli had never seen this woman before. Seeing his mother being humiliated, he felt chills all over his body, but he could only glared at the woman angrily: "Keep your mouth clean. What kind of bastard are you, you dare to come to my house to criticize me?"

"Compared to Mrs. Zhong, I am naturally not a famous lady, but I am the one who has given birth to a son for the Gao family for 20 years. Who do you think is qualified to stand here? Miscellaneous—"

Gao Zhan was still holding the belt in his hand, and slowly sat down beside the chair, his tone was a little tired: "Why are you here?"

"I heard that there will be a lot of fun to watch tonight, so I'm here. Ah Zhan, aren't you unhappy?"

The mother's forehead and mouth were still bruised, and her eyes seemed to be red and swollen. She stood up from the black marble barefoot and said with a sneer, "20 years? Gao Zhan, you didn't believe me, but I believed you by mistake."

Gao Shuli felt like his brain was going to explode. He watched his mother walking towards him step by step, stopped beside him, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Li, if you believe in mother, you can go with me."

Holding the hand of his mother who was about to leave for the door, he shouted to his father: "Dad, is there some misunderstanding? What happened to make this happen?"

Gao Zhan glanced at his eldest son and then lowered his eyes, layers of wrinkles were stacked in the shadows, his temples were stars, and he said, "Get out. Don't let me see you, I don't even want to see you in Huangquanbiluo."

"Sorry." Lu Shijun held the cold fingers on the steering wheel with his left hand, "Obviously I know it too, but it reminded you of something unpleasant."

After the mother and son left Gao's house that night, they had nothing, and Gao Shuli was inconvenient to ask those dandy friends for help, so he had to knock on the door of Lu Shijun's house.

He opened the door and saw a distraught face, startled: "What's wrong? Isn't today Thursday, why are you here?"

Gao Shuli forced a smile: "Shijun, please do me a favor. Something happened, can you let me and my mother stay at your house for a night?" Come.

He looked at the haggard woman, and hurriedly said: "Auntie, please come in quickly, sit in the room first, and I'll get you slippers."

Mother Zhong was still a little absent-minded, but she was helped into the house by her son, thanking her politely.

There was only one bed in Lu Shijun's small unit room, and the result after discussion was that Lu Shijun slept on the sofa and Gao Shuli slept on the floor. Mother Zhong didn't refuse much, so she sat in the room all night.

"It's autumn, the ground is a bit cold, you'd better sleep on the sofa."

Zhong Shuli opened his eyes and looked at the blurred ceiling in the darkness: "I sleep on the sofa, where do you sleep, on the ground?"

He frowned and said: "This is my house anyway, there is no saying that the master sleeps high and the guests sleep on the floor."

"Really?" Gao Shuli got up, and hugged the person on the sofa from the outer edge through the quilt, "Then let's sleep on the sofa together."

The mother and son stayed at Lu's house for three consecutive days. On the fourth day, Zhong's mother bought a train ticket back to her hometown in Shuyang, and made a table of delicious dishes as a farewell before leaving.While Zhong Shuli was going out to refuel at a nearby gas station, Zhong's mother said to him: "Mr. Lu, Shuli, does he often live at your house?"

"No, no, we are just colleagues, and we only stayed for a day or two this time." He hurriedly cleared the suspicion.

"Really? When I was cleaning the house these two days, I saw that there were more than one or two pieces of Shuli's clothes in Mr. Lu's closet. The toothbrush in the bathroom was also a set of old things. Although I have never heard He mentioned you, you should have a good relationship, right?"

There was an emergency that day, and there was no time to destroy the stolen goods, so he had no choice but to respond: "It's okay. Fortunately, Mr. Gao is not too humble and humble, and occasionally stays overnight when he visits."

"Shu Li may continue to disturb Mr. Lu in the next few days, and I hope you will forgive me."

"Where and where, he is the one who helps me in the company. Although there has been some turmoil in the company these two days, I believe everything will get better."

Mother Zhong stared at him, with shallow crow's feet, and a trace of sadness in her smile: "It's too late, Mr. Lu, please keep holding on to him, okay?"

Lu Shijun let go of his hand and pushed up the window next to him. Zhong Shuli closed the other windows when he saw this, and the air-conditioning gathered under his chest again, as if it was about to overflow his head.

He took a deep breath and said, "Shu Li, have I never talked to you about my parents? As for them, they are all small people, and they understand the truth that ordinary people should keep a low profile and follow the trend, and they are no worse than any pair of parents." My mother is a second-marriage, and she was always judged by people in the countryside. Later, our family moved to the city and worked in an insurance company. They pursue a stable life, and I have always been used to buying commercial insurance. After the Sandu earthquake , their company’s insurance personnel found me and told me that I was the beneficiary of the insurance policy they were responsible for.”

"I know something." Zhong Shuli turned to look at him, "It was your senior Qin Wangchuan who told me, and he passed your parents' letter to me."

"What did the letter say?"

Zhong Shuli felt the heavy pressure of nothingness on his chest, and imitated the other party and took a deep breath: "I'm sorry."

The oil brush characters smeared by the water were entangled in the yellowed paper fibers, and Zhong Shuli read it out according to the content: "It said, Junjun, Mom and Dad are wrong, please..."

"Stop reading." Lu Shijun couldn't help but trembled, his left hand twisted the seat belt and tightened his chest.

Zhong Shuli turned around, hugged his upper body, and took his hand to loosen the seat belt, without noticing the seat belt on his body.

He finally calmed down and said: "My parents had a car accident on the way to Sandu. I was seriously ill that year, and I still didn't want to call them. The attending doctor explained the situation in person after getting their contact information. In the end, they never came, but I just lay on the bed waiting to die. As a son, after hiding for so many years, what I want most is a 'sorry' from my parents. However, the price of this sentence is too great."

He once thought that this sentence was very important, and it came from the daily wear and tear and intentional or unintentional injuries of the entire adult world for more than 20 years.In those years, he refunded the monthly living expenses sent by his parents, changed the number and never took the initiative to contact him, and stubbornly severed the spiritual umbilical cord, just because he felt that he could survive this sentence.

He smiled: "Right now, I'm still waiting for this sentence to be said from their mouths in person—it seems that they are still staying in Los Angeles well since their junior year, and we are just temporarily venting our anger."

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CPI = Cumulative Parentage Index