Chapter 571 Ah Liang? In the shade of a tree not far away, two female bodyguards in black suits were staring intently at Gu Feng.
Seeing the drunken man making a lot of noise by the river, they were about to step forward to stop him when they suddenly stopped in their tracks.
A short-haired girl wearing denim shorts emerged from behind a tree, clutching a half-empty bottle of green tea.
The girl smiled and waved to the two bodyguards, signaling them not to come forward.
She leaned against the tree trunk, watching the laughing and chattering figure not far away, a sly smile curving her lips.
Gu Feng was completely unaware of the gazes behind him. He stared at his phone for a while longer, grinning foolishly, before carefully putting the phone back in his pocket, his steps still unsteady.
The evening breeze lifted the hem of his clothes, and the shimmering water of the moat reflected his silhouette, stretching it long and thin in the night.
The evening breeze grew cooler, but Gu Feng felt the effects of the alcohol rising in his head, his head felt as heavy as lead, and his steps were so unsteady that he could barely stand.
Tang Qi's singing voice lingered in his ears again in the car. The melody was like an invisible thread, pulling his thoughts far away. Maybe, maybe one day he would meet her again?
The moment the thought crossed Gu Feng's mind, he felt a mix of emotions: joy at the slim chance of hope and sadness at the separation caused by time. These two conflicting feelings suffocated him, making his chest feel heavy.
"Gu Luo is my son!" he suddenly shouted at the river, as if arguing with someone he couldn't see: "Who says that someone without blood ties isn't a son? He is my own son!"
His voice carried far across the empty riverbank, only to be broken up and carried back by the evening breeze.
Gu Feng seemed to have started talking nonstop. He leaned on the stone railing, swaying as he muttered, "Let me tell you, my son is so well-behaved and filial... He cooks for his sister and helps her with her homework as soon as he gets home from school. He's a hundred times better than I was when I was a kid."
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, his face full of pride, but his eyes were secretly reddening.
He vented his frustrations under the influence of alcohol, pouring out all the hardships of raising his child alone over the years, the happiness of seeing his child's understanding nature, and the fear of his secret being exposed.
"Xiaoman is frail, I worry about her every day... Gu Luo is such a sensible child, so sensible it breaks my heart..."
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Strangely, besides Gu Feng, there was only a woman in a long black dress not far away on this secluded riverbank.
With her back to Gu Feng, she stood quietly by the stone railing, gazing at the shimmering river, her posture as upright as a willow tree by the water.
A silver suitcase sat at the woman's feet, its wheels still dusty, suggesting she had just gotten off a plane or was on her way to board.
Upon seeing his only listener, Gu Feng staggered over and began rambling on to the woman's retreating figure.
The woman never turned around; she simply listened quietly, her long hair fluttering in the evening breeze, tracing a soft arc in the night.
Gu Feng spoke with great enthusiasm until his voice became hoarse and he finally felt tired.
He pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket, shook it for a while, finally pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He reached for his lighter but found nothing, presumably it had been stolen at the restaurant.
In a moment of impulsiveness, Gu Feng didn't think much of it and strolled up behind the woman, cheerfully saying, "Brother, can I borrow a light? Thanks."
Upon hearing this, the woman paused almost imperceptibly, then slowly turned her face away.
Her movements were slow, as if she were matching Gu Feng's drowsy vision.
By the light of a distant streetlamp, Gu Feng saw the woman take out a silver lighter from her elegant handbag. With a gentle press of her slender fingers, a pale blue flame instantly appeared, faintly illuminating her face.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful face, with features as exquisite as a work of art meticulously sculpted by God, but a thin layer of frost covered its brows and eyes, exuding a coldness that kept strangers at bay.
Gu Feng's breath hitched, his hand holding the cigarette froze in mid-air, and he was completely stunned.
The image of the gentle, smiling little girl in his memory overlapped and separated from the mature, aloof face before him, blurring so much that he couldn't quite grasp it.
Yet the contours of those eyes, and the shape of those slightly pursed lips, possess a familiar quality etched into one's very bones.
Gu Feng's throat moved, as if something was stuck there. With great effort, he managed to squeeze out two words from his hoarse throat:
"Ah Liang?"
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