On summer nights in Shenhai, the sky is as dark as silk, and the streets of the international metropolis are dotted with bright lights, creating beautiful scenery for taking photos.
Zhang Moyan sat alone in a hamburger shop facing the street, biting a burger while looking at the diners waiting for their tables at the entrance of the Cantonese restaurant across the street.
After wandering aimlessly for more than two hours and eating a hamburger and milkshake, Zhang Moyan's congested brain finally calmed down.
She took out the photo that Ms. Fujiwara had given her from her bag. When she saw the wheat field that filled the entire space and the lonely grave under the big tree, her heart trembled again.
Chen Guanfu is very capable. Judging from the last time Uncle Geng Jun made a scene at the paternity testing center, the Geng family must have gone to great lengths to look for Chen Yun. Because it involves the Geng family's 900-year-old celadon glaze porcelain clay, their search must have lasted for quite a long time, and they haven't given up even to this day.
The Geng family had searched for Chen Yun for over 20 years without success. However, upon learning that Chen Yun had subsequently adopted the alias "Guo Man," Chen Guanfu was able to find her in just over a month! This demonstrates Chen Guanfu's incredible determination and ability to accomplish things.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but wonder: If Chen Guanfu had known that Chen Yun's name was "Guo Man" earlier, would everything have been different?
The images she recalled over the past few months flashed through her mind like lightning. Half of them were of an abandoned child trapped in darkness, unable to wait for his mother, and the other half were of the apple of her eye, soaking in honey, her smile sweeter than sugar. It was these two completely different memories that made her feelings towards Chen Yun indescribable.
Zhang Moyan tightly closed her eyes. She had accepted the fact that her biological mother was no longer alive since she was a child. It was not until a photo confirmed it that she suddenly realized how despairing it was.
If she didn't have this photo, she could imagine that her mother was still alive in some country or city in this world. If she had the chance, she could ask her mother what happened, even if it was a story about a beautiful but wicked woman who met a rich man and abandoned her because he thought she was a burden.
Anyway, she is living a good life now, so there should be nothing unacceptable.
However, this photo shattered all possibilities. The mother was really dead. She was not living well in some corner of the world. She had been buried alone in a wheat field. They would never meet again.
Zhang Moyan's eyes gradually became sore. Just then, a group of lively young people pushed open the door, chattering and heading for the empty seats next to her. Zhang Moyan sniffed, put the photo in her bag, took her finished plate to the self-service trash can, and left the burger shop.
After two hours of free travel, the area they were in was already far away from home. Zhang Moyan opened the map on her phone and checked. There was a bus that could go to the gate of Yunshan Home. She turned on the navigation and walked to the bus stop in ten minutes.
The bus at 8:30 in the evening experienced a small rush hour. The car was full of urban men and women who were going home after dinner. Zhang Moyan didn't get a seat from the moment she got on the bus, and had to survive in the gaps between people all the way.
After forty minutes, she finally reached the bus stop. She squeezed through the crowd, feeling drenched in sweat. She pulled a folding fan from her bag and fanned herself as she entered the residential building. As she neared the stairwell, her phone rang. Zhang Moyan glanced at Xiao Xingyu, the caller, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she finally picked up the phone.
"You haven't reached home yet?" Xiao Xingyu's voice on the phone was as deep and pleasant as a cello, so natural that it seemed unreal.
This person seems to have been missing for several days...
Zhang Moyan suddenly realized that she seemed to be feeling aggrieved. Fortunately, she knew that she was feeling aggrieved for no apparent reason, so she quickly suppressed the development of this emotion and answered the question matter-of-factly: "Not yet."
Xiao Xingyu smiled on the other end: "I'm home."
Zhang Moyan subconsciously looked up at Xiao Xingyu's window. Sure enough, the light was on. She thought Xiao Xingyu would appear at the window, but he didn't.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Zhang Moyan suddenly came to her senses: "Oh, I'm almost home too."
"Well," Xiao Xingyu suggested, "By the way, the new landscape planned for the central green space of the community is complete. Do you want to go for a walk together?"
Is this considered a date? Zhang Moyan pondered, "Is it normal for neighbors to go check on the greenery in the community together?"
"If you don't want to see new sights," Xiao Xingyu said, "you can just come out and stroll around together."
Zhang Moyan's heart skipped a beat. Should this be considered a date?
Although she undoubtedly likes Xiao Xingyu, it seems that now is not the time to develop the relationship.
Wait a moment...
"I..." Zhang Moyan was about to decline when suddenly a Mercedes-Benz GLS300 in front opened its door and Xiao Xingyu got out of the car carrying a PRADA black leather briefcase. He was wearing a shirt and trousers of exquisite texture, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, tall and slender. He was so extraordinary that he looked like a luminous body dropped from the sky, and he immediately attracted all the residents walking on the road at the same time. Suddenly, the voices of uncles and aunts talked in Zhang Moyan's ears.
It’s so magical, my heart seems to be at peace all of a sudden.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Xiao Xingyu said to the phone, and then hung up with satisfaction.
A long beep came from the receiver, and Zhang Moyan hung up the phone and walked towards Xiao Xingyu. She couldn't help but take a look at Xiao Xingyu's handsome face, which was even more handsome than Pan An's. After she had her fill of it, she turned her gaze to the car he got out of and asked, "Is this your car?"
In the past month or so, I often saw this car parked downstairs, but I never thought it was Xiao Xingyu's.
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