Chapter 83 Cat's Parents (Part 1)
After his great revenge was achieved, Bai Qingchen felt a long-lost sense of relaxation. He decided to stay in Anfeng City for a few more days with Mo Li.
After all, this city is where his father Bai Yize was born and grew up. Although most of the memories it left him were unpleasant, he still wanted to see what the streets and alleys where his father once lived looked like.
Mo Li naturally had no objection. As long as he could be with Brother Qingchen, he had no objection to where they went or how long they stayed.
Standing by the window of the inn room, looking at the bustling street scene of Anfeng City downstairs, Bai Qingchen had a vague guess in his mind.
Zhou Xiong died too timely. They had just finished questioning someone when Zhou Xiong was silenced.
In Anfeng City, he could not think of a second force other than the Bai family that acted so ruthlessly and decisively and could accurately grasp Zhou Xiong's movements.
It seems that they were not completely at ease after killing people to silence them.
When they found out that Zhou Xiong was still alive, they probably tried to kill him. But Zhou Xiong was both lucky and unlucky. He was lucky because he went crazy, and the Bai family let him live for eleven more years. He was unlucky because he went crazy, and lived in a daze for eleven years in vain.
The Bai family saw that he could not say anything valuable even if he was crazy, and perhaps because they were worried about the noise he made, they changed to long-term surveillance, treating him as a potential clue or a hidden danger that needed to be controlled.
The appearance of himself and Mo Li, especially the direct inquiry into the old days, undoubtedly touched the sensitive nerve of the Bai family.
In order to cut off all clues that might point to the Bai family, they chose the most direct way to make Zhou Xiong shut up forever.
"It's true. He is ruthless and never lets anything go wrong." Bai Qingchen muttered to himself, with a hint of sneer on his lips.
This style of behavior is consistent with his stereotype of the Bai family.
After two days of rest, my spirit and spiritual power have almost recovered.
The weather was nice that day, and Mo Li suggested going for a walk in the city. Seeing that Bai Qingchen had been staying in the house and not going out, he wanted him to go out and relax.
The scandal of the Bai family has been a hot topic in Anfeng these past two days. All the guests present that night had seen Bai Qingchen's appearance. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, both of them wore wide-brimmed hats when they went out, covering most of their faces.
Anfeng City was much more prosperous than the town they had settled in before. There were shops lining both sides of the streets and the sounds of hawking could be heard everywhere.
Bai Qingchen walked and stopped, his eyes sweeping over the buildings and the bustling market, trying to piece together the image of his father's youth.
When my father and mother left here, did they also walk along these streets? What kind of feelings did they have?
Mo Li followed him quietly, seemingly not very interested in the hustle and bustle around him. His attention was more on Bai Qingchen. Occasionally, he would follow his gaze to look somewhere, then look away.
After walking for most of the day, my legs and feet felt a little sore.
Bai Qingchen saw a teahouse on the corner that looked relatively quiet, so he took Mo Li in.
There were not many customers in the teahouse. They chose a secluded spot by the window and ordered a pot of the most ordinary tea.
After sitting down, they both took off their hats and put them aside to make it easier to drink tea.
The tea tastes average, but it quenches your thirst and provides a rest.
Bai Qingchen was holding a teacup, staring at the people outside the window in a daze. An old woman with gray hair, simple but neat clothes, came over with a teapot, apparently to add water for the next table.
When she passed by Bai Qingchen's table, she paused and her eyes fell on Bai Qingchen's profile, with an expression of extreme surprise and uncertainty on her face.
She hesitated, took two steps closer, took a closer look, and suddenly spoke excitedly, her voice trembling: "Zhi... Zhixu? Is it Zhixu?"
Bai Qingchen was stunned and turned to look at the old woman.
Zhixu was the maiden name of his mother Su Zhixu. Bai Qingchen confirmed that he did not know this old lady.
When the old woman saw Bai Qingchen's face, she realized that she had recognized the wrong person. The man in front of her was a handsome young man. Although there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity between his eyebrows, he was definitely not the bright and heroic woman in her memory.
She waved her hands quickly, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, look at my dim eyes. I'm sorry, sir, I recognized the wrong person. I'm sorry to interrupt your tea."
Bai Qingchen's heart moved, he put down the teacup, and said in a gentle tone: "Old man, there is no need to apologize. The Zhixu you just mentioned, are you referring to Su Zhixu?"
Upon hearing this, the old woman's eyes immediately lit up again and she nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Su Zhixu, sir, do you know Miss Zhixu?"
She looked at Bai Qingchen carefully, and the more she looked, the more she felt that the charm between his eyebrows and eyes was very similar to the person in her memory.
Bai Qingchen nodded slightly: "Su Zhixu, it's my mother."
"Oh, it turns out to be Miss Zhixu's child. He has grown so big!" The old woman was surprised and happy, and the wrinkles on her face were stretched out.
"Like, so like! Especially the eyebrows and expression, they are just like your mother when she was young!"
She looked at Bai Qingchen, her eyes full of love and nostalgia, as if she saw an old friend from long ago through him.
Seeing her expression, Bai Qingchen seemed to be completely unaware that her parents had long passed away. There was only joy in her tone, as if she were meeting an old friend again.
Bai Qingchen looked at her simple smile and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Why bother to break an old lady's wish?
The old woman was very welcoming. Seeing that there was an empty seat at Bai Qingchen's table, she asked awkwardly, "Sir, can I sit down and talk to you? I haven't heard from Miss Zhixu in many years."
"Please sit down, old man." Bai Qingchen gestured.
Mo Li held the teacup and watched the two people talking silently. He was also very curious about the past of his brother's parents.
The old woman sat down carefully, wiped her hands on her apron, and said with emotion, "Ever since your father took your mother away from Anfeng City more than twenty years ago, they've never returned. I didn't expect to meet their child today. What a fate!"
Bai Qingchen followed up her words and asked, "Old man, you seem to be very familiar with my father?"
"Cooked! Of course I'm cooked!" The old woman smiled, her smile was simple and kind.
"I, an old woman, used to be a servant in the Bai Mansion. I was the second young master, Bai Yize, your father's wet nurse. You could say that I raised Yize by myself."
When talking about Bai Yize, the old woman's eyes were full of love and pride: "Master Yize, he is a very good person!"
"Intelligent, kind, and gentle, he's much better than that arrogant eldest son Bai Yifeng in every way. The master originally valued him the most, and everyone thought the second young master would definitely take over the Bai family in the future."
Her tone gradually lowered, with regret and a hint of dissatisfaction: "What a pity... Later, your father met your mother."
"Knowing Miss Xu's personality, she's straightforward and kind. The two fell in love at first sight, the kind that even ten oxen couldn't pull back. They even made a lot of jokes in front of each other."
Perhaps recalling the funny things that happened in the past, the old woman laughed again, and then changed the subject.
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