Demolition
How can a 17-year-old boy display his wisdom to such an extreme degree...
"Do you usually get kidnapped after drinking?"
Double kill!
Yu Xia shook her head and then nodded.
...?
What does this mean?
Will you be arrested again after refusing?
"I kidnapped them."
…
Counterattack under the tower!
Xu An was finally convinced. He pulled Yu Xia's coat, which he had just buttoned properly and pulled off when he wasn't paying attention, and walked towards the street light. Yu Xia's inner sweater was pulled out.
No one spoke when I came
No one spoke when I got back
At night, Birch Alley was deserted, and the slow-moving streetlights cast a long shadow on the boy. There were cars on the road, but they were fleeting, leaving no trace.
"You..." After walking for a while, Xu An couldn't help but speak again. He wanted to call his name but it felt roundabout and difficult to pronounce.
It seemed like I didn't even dare to call his name.
Yu Xia responded with a "hmm".
The next section of the path was silent again.
"What do you want to say?"
"Let me make you some honey water."
"Um"
In fact, this one sentence summarizes a lot of questions. For example: Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Do you have honey water at home? Do you know how to soak? Also, can you stay at my house for a while?
Xu An didn't dare to ask one question at a time, as he probably would be rejected by someone who liked to argue with others as soon as he opened his mouth.
In fact, Birch Lane is quite close to this road, but Xu An felt that they had been walking for almost an hour and still hadn't arrived.
I saw a few weeds stuck in the stone. The sound of keys clashing echoed in the quiet alley.
…
"Just sit there for a moment while I get it."
Yu Xia crossed her legs on the sofa and didn't move, her eyes conveying that she was okay.
It's because you are lazy.
Xu An turned his face away and smiled silently, then dragged his slippers to look for honey in the refrigerator.
After stirring it with a small lace spoon that he bought from somewhere, he poured a little bit into a plastic cup, tried it, and thought it shouldn't be that hot, so he prepared to serve it to the old man sitting outside waiting to be served.
To be honest, the honey jar is really sticky. Xu An frowned as he looked at the honey stuck to his fingers when he just unscrewed the jar.
There is a line between the index finger and the thumb. In short, the picture is not very aesthetic. It does not match the decoration of Xu An's home.
After rinsing it under the tap, I prepared to wipe it with paper.
After he rummaged around, he realized that he had taken out the last pack of paper last night.
"What's wrong?" Young Master Yu looked at him for a long time without any movement, and finally spoke.
"Oh, it's okay. I'll go to the warehouse to find some paper." Xu An put the mug on the glass coffee table. There was a crisp collision, as if glass was breaking.
After Yu Xia reached out and took it, he held the mug and continued to curl up on the sofa, his eyes darting around the room, which was his second time entering.
Xu An found his dazed look funny and slipped away before he noticed.
The warehouse wasn't very big, but it was filled with stuff. His mother had brought it here last week. The house needed a thorough cleaning, so she had crammed all the stuff into the rental house.
Xu An looked at the pile of junk, feeling a little desperate and helpless.
Clean hands will get dusty if you put things in the dusty box.
In a formal-looking box, he also found the property certificate his mother gave him on his 16th birthday.
…
How could such an important thing be placed in a mess?
Xu An was really at his wit's end, and suddenly became quite interested as he flipped through the pile of documents.
In addition to the property certificate, there were also a few shops that Xu Yanxing had casually bought at the time.
His father really doted on his mother at that time, and he didn't say anything about the random shopping.
In addition to the folders wrapped in brown paper, there were also some photos in the box.
He touched it with his left hand and looked at it casually.
Folders, folders, folders…
besides,
Death certificate
Xu An pointed his finger there for a long time without moving. After a long while, he finally pulled out the death certificate in a daze.
I don't know when it was printed, as it's a bit faded and the edges are not very clear.
It was indeed a death certificate, but the person on it was not someone he knew.
Name of deceased: Jiang Xing'an Gender: Male
Jiang Xing'an
Who is it?
Xu An stared at the name for a long time.
He didn't dare look down
A strong premonition prevented him from looking down.
It seemed as if the paper was shaking vaguely.
wrong
It was his hands that were shaking.
Xu An felt that he was now so calm that he was not like a normal person. After controlling his hands forcefully, he still wanted to look at something that he clearly knew.
Family member's name: Xu Yanxing
Relationship between family members and the deceased: mother and child
What……
What's the meaning?
Jiang Wen, you owe me another explanation.
Who is Jiang Xing'an?
The sound of the mug hitting the glass coffee table was abrupt.
Xu An suddenly realized that there was someone waiting for him outside.
He folded the pile of papers back in a hurry and didn't even notice that his hands were still shaking when he walked out.
Yu Xia was fiddling with his cell phone, as if it didn't listen to him very much, and he was very angry.
Xu An stood there silently watching for a while. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, but it returned to normal after a few seconds.
"...Yu Xia, you go back first."
"Huh?" The boy looked back with a headache, and the pain became even worse after a slight shake.
"hiss--"
"I sent you something to eat later. Eat it and go to bed early." Xu An remembered something and sent all the information he had found at the hotel. "Don't stay up late."
"I'm not a fool, why are you so annoying?" After saying that, he didn't forget to point in Xu An's direction.
“…”
He patiently emphasized it again.
Yu Xia felt like he was almost dying of sleep. He nodded vaguely, mumbled a few words, and then forced himself to stand up.
Xu An watched him go upstairs, then turned around, locked the door, and returned to the warehouse.
He felt that there was something he hadn't seen.
There must be more, otherwise how can we explain it?
Jiang Xing'an was 10 years old when he died. Why was the date the same as the year he was born?
The dust in the warehouse was really heavy, mixed with outdated ink, and the smell was pungent and clear.
Xu An read the death certificate again, found some useful information, and stood there quietly reading it.
The proper ID photo showed a little boy in school uniform.
A primary school student.
He inherited his mother's eyebrows and eyes, which are quite stunning, but his face shape is very ordinary from his father.
Xu An suddenly remembered that many people said that he was good-looking because of his mother's genes. Xu Yanxing had deep eyebrows and eyes, which was the most beautiful feature of her.
Xu An was rarely seen panicking, looking around, but he wasn't panicking too much. However, when he saw another white shadow in his field of vision, he felt like he was hit by a bolt of lightning.
Looking at it now, it just so happened that Xu An had beautiful eyes. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like Jiang Xing'an.
Xu An has been a young master for half his life. Since he was a child, he has been sensitive to the fact that the cook and cleaning maid in his home are hiding something from him.
He wouldn't say anything no matter how I asked.
But now he doesn't want to know.
The page behind the death certificate is the one he was avoiding.
He could clearly see the words because the distance was too close, but for some reason he didn't dare to pick it up.
Because a long time has passed, the ink color of these two pieces of paper printed at the same time 17 years ago should be the same.
But now the color of the first one has not faded much, but the color of this death certificate has faded a lot.
It can be seen that someone often flips through the one in Xu An's hand, while the other one is pressed underneath and has not been taken out for a long time.
Xu An put the things in his hand back, turned around and left the warehouse and locked the door.
He felt that he was not in a good condition to look at his own adoption certificate.
He didn't know how long ago he was born, and he didn't have much memory of the past. From the moment he could remember, he had been raised under Xu Yanxing's protection.
I remember that Jiang Wen and Xu Yanxing had a good relationship in the past. When Xu An was three or four years old, he had a vague memory of playing in the amusement park.
But when he was five or six years old, he had already heard quarrels.
The child didn't understand much, but he didn't show any emotion either. He just watched the two adults bickering with each other. Someone took him back to the room and continued playing with him.
As he got closer to 10 years old, Jiang Wen became more and more disgusted with him.
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t look like Jiang Xing’an enough.
But he has fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, and now he should be considered an adoptive father.
Even now they still send money.
Xu An never thought that the money was for himself. He always thought it was for his mother. Now it seems that the money finally has a home.
As a child, Xu An never understood why his father hated him so much.
He secretly watched what Jiang Wen did and imitated it. When relatives saw him, they said he looked like Jiang Wen, but Jiang Wen just snorted nonchalantly.
Later, Xu An studied hard, from studying for Jiang Wen's approval to studying for his own benefit.
No one forced him, but he refused to let himself go. Why wasn't his effort recognized? Why wasn't his goodness appreciated? It was as if no one cared about him from the beginning to the end.
Xu An leaned against the wall, his exhaustion-like breathing making him confused. His body slid downwards, shaking uncontrollably.
The room was quiet for a long time.
Suddenly I heard the sound of running water from somewhere.
Xu An suddenly remembered a special thing Xu Yanxing gave him on his 16th birthday.
"Your father wanted to give it to you before."
How jarring.
The things were turned out, but Xu An didn't turn on the light, just looked at them in the little moonlight.
It was a wooden guitar. Xu An had forgotten what was special about it, so he got up and went to the closet in the room to find it.
The guitar was exquisitely crafted, and its price was evident from its quality. On the side, in a fairly conspicuous spot, were two letters engraved in Italian italics.
“XA.”
Two years ago, Xu An knew this was the name.
Two years later, Xu An knew that this was the name.
The fault lies in Xu An.
Still safe.
Xu An, who are you?
Is it out of print or a fake.
As his fingers scraped across the wooden guitar, Xu An recalled the faint woody scent on Yu Xia's body.
There was a harsh sound, accompanied by the "click-click-click" sound of the key unlocking the door outside.
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