Su Run had never been to school as a child. After the Su couple adopted her, they hired two tutors to help her with her homework. When her knowledge level caught up with her peers, they sent her to the third grade of junior high school.
After studying for half a year, Su Run took the high school entrance examination and was admitted to the best high school in the area.
Su Run died during the first semester of his freshman year of high school. That year, the winter in northern China was exceptionally cold, but Nanxing City felt like spring year-round. Even in winter, the temperature in Nanxing City hovered around 10 degrees Celsius. It was precisely because of the warm weather that Li Feng had taken his friends to Nanxing City to host a birthday party for his girlfriend on a cruise ship.
The first photo was taken during Su Run's first-year high school sports meet. In the photo, Su Run is wearing a white shirt over a beige sweater, his hair tied in a high ponytail, and volunteering, distributing mineral water to fellow students.
This photo was taken two weeks before Su Run's death. At that time, her parents had been dead for more than two months. In the photo, Su Run is smiling and does not look like she is suffering from depression.
Seeing Yan Jiang staring at Su Run's photo with a thoughtful expression, Lin Jing said, "A girl with such a beautiful smile doesn't look like she's suffering from depression, right?"
Yan Jiang didn't say anything.
Lin Jing thought Yan Jiang was fascinated by the beauty. Lin Jing frowned, stood up, snatched the photo from Yan Jiang's hand, and said to him seriously, "This is a deceased person. Even if she is beautiful and the type of girl you like, you shouldn't stare at her like that. It's disrespectful."
Yan Jiang snatched the photo back and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I only love my wife." He was in a daze for another reason. "I'm going back first. I'll show the photo to Song Ci later and then I'll call you."
"good."
Someone from the county was going to Wangdong City to report on their work, so Yan Jiang took a ride back to the city. After returning to the city, he went home, drove his own car, and headed straight to Yulong Villa.
Han Zhan has returned from a business trip and is on vacation today.
When Yan Jiang arrived, Han Zhan was teaching Han Miao and Han Jun the butterfly stroke. The two little chubby girls, wearing swimsuits that revealed their lotus-white arms and legs, were struggling to kick their legs in the water.
Han Jun had already learned the butterfly stroke, but Han Miao was fat and clumsy in swimming, so she never learned it. Han Zhan held Han Miao's abdomen and taught her how to swim step by step.
Yan Jiang approached while smoking, and when he saw the children, he subconsciously put out the cigarette.
He squatted by the swimming pool and asked Han Zhan: "Are you taking a break today?"
"Um."
"Where's Song Song?"
"I'm taking her for a prenatal checkup this afternoon. She's practicing the piano right now."
Yan Jiang pricked up his ears and faintly heard the sound of a violin. "You're working so hard." Yan Jiang stood up, rubbed his hands on his pants, and said, "You three can play first. I'll go check on Song Song."
Han Zhan suddenly called him, "You went to look for her as soon as you came back, is there something wrong?"
Yan Jiang hummed, "I don't want to tell you about this."
Han Zhan sneered, "Get lost!"
Yan Jiang rolled into the house and went straight to the piano room upstairs to find Song Ci. When he arrived at the piano room, Song Ci was playing a new piece of music. After she finished playing, Yan Jiang coughed and reminded Song Ci.
Hearing the cough, Song Ci turned around and looked towards the entrance.
Seeing Yan Jiang standing outside the door, Song Ci smiled and asked him, "How long have you been here?"
"Five or six minutes."
"Come in quickly." Song Ci told him, "I've composed a new piece of music these days and will be publishing it in my personal collection later. What do you think of it?"
"That's great, of course."
Yan Jiang took off his shoes and walked into Song Ci's piano room wearing clean white socks.
Song Ci put down her zither and sat cross-legged with him by the French window. Yan Jiang was wearing a pair of thin suit trousers today, and when he sat cross-legged on the floor, the contents of his trouser pockets were exposed.
Song Ci pointed at his trouser pocket and asked, "What's in your pocket?"
"Photo." Yan Jiang first stood up and took the photo out of his pocket, then sat cross-legged again. He said, "Lin Jing found some photos of Su Run when she was alive, and wants you to identify her to see if she is the girl you saw on the cruise ship."
Yan Jiang placed the paper bag on Song Ci's thigh.
Song Ci stared at the object with her eyes lowered, her expression unusually nervous. She was hoping that Su Run wasn't the girl on the cruise ship.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Ci opened the paper bag and took out a stack of photos.
As soon as he pulled out the photo, Song Ci saw Su Run's appearance.
She stared at the girl's delicate and gentle features, and her fingers suddenly trembled.
"Yes, it's her..." Song Ci recognized this face.
That night, when Song Ci secretly stood outside the door and peeked, she only saw a pale profile at first. Because Su Run was constantly struggling and crying, she couldn't see the profile clearly.
She was very hesitant at the time, wanting to break the door to save the person, but also afraid of getting herself into trouble. When she was hesitant, the girl suddenly turned her head and glanced outside the door. When she turned her head, Song Ci saw her appearance clearly.
The palm-sized face and narrow eyes were filled with despair and fear! Song Ci could never forget that face, that hopeless and helpless look.
Song Ci spread out the photos one by one. After looking at them, she sighed, "It's definitely her, it's really her." Her indifference and cowardice really killed an innocent life!
Song Ci arranged the photos neatly one by one. She returned the photos to Yan Jiang and said, "I'm sure it's her."
"Okay, I'll inform Lin Jing of this news." Yan Jiang put the photo back into the paper bag. He stroked the paper bag with his fingers, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Don't you think Su Run looks familiar?"
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