The cold blade that destroyed the evidence came too fast.
The new building of Shujiashan Dengyuan Museum.
Cheng Sizhou sat upright by the window, opened the ink box, and solemnly pressed his red handprint at the end of the resignation letter.
Although the Lantern Museum has moved and he has been transferred from the Cultural Heritage Protection Center, he always remembers what his master said when he first started working there.
Jiang Yunli was more serious than ever that day. He said, "When dealing with cultural relics, one must always maintain a sense of awe—respect for history, respect for civilization, and respect for the craftsmanship passed down through generations."
Looking back on his seven years at Dengbo, he was initially supervised by his master. After his master retired, he was supervised by his senior. He thought, it would be great if no one would supervise him anymore.
But later on, no one really cared about him, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.
Things have come to this point. Instead of working in the printing room until retirement, it is better to make plans early, at least to make some time to take care of Xiao Liang more.
He had also thought it through. If his colleagues asked him, he would say that Dengbo's salary was too low and the commute was too long. He had to earn more money while he was still young to support three elderly people in the future.
Cheng Sizhou put away his resignation letter and walked out, his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.
Wen Zichuan transferred him 60,000 yuan, with the message: "I'll take care of this month."
After a while, he added, "We offer bed companionship, and the price is usually this."
Cheng Sizhou frowned and smiled. It seemed that Zichuan still wanted to continue playing this "employer and bedmate" game.
He accepted the money without hesitation and replied, "Okay, Boss Wen, if you need anything, feel free to contact me."
After replying the message, Cheng Sizhou continued to walk towards the director's office. He had to resign in order to meet the call of his "employer" at any time.
However, he did not go to find Zhang Hongliang, but to find Yang Xiuxing, the deputy director in charge of exhibition planning.
Deputy Director Yang is the younger brother of Sister Yang from the Social Education Department. He is usually devoted to academics and has many interactions with the Cultural Heritage Protection Center at work.
"Xiao Cheng, although the museum transferred you because of your illness, I think it's not easy to train a professional cultural relic conservator. Your master has also devoted a lot of effort to you." Yang Xiuxing adjusted his thick, bottle-bottomed glasses. "I'll plead with Director Zhang for you and have you transferred back to the Cultural Relics Protection Center."
Cheng Sizhou sighed silently. How could he plead for mercy with Zhang Hongliang, the culprit?
He has not yet figured out the meaning of the word "Xiang" in his signature, nor has he found the most direct evidence to accuse him of a crime.
But he could not return to the Cultural Heritage Protection Center, and could not return to the surveillance of Wu Puxian and Zhang Hongliang. He must not repeat the wrong path his master had taken.
"Director Yang, I've made up my mind. I want to resign." Cheng Sizhou didn't say much. "Resignation" was originally a notification, not a discussion.
"How about this, since the New Year is almost here, you should take sick leave first and rest for a while. After the New Year, if you still don't change your mind, we will go through the process." Yang Xiuxing said in a businesslike manner.
Cheng Sizhou said "OK", thanked him, and left.
He knew that he would definitely not be able to hide his resignation from Zhang Hongliang, but even if the mastermind behind the scenes wanted to take action against him, it would be easier to hide when he was not at the company than when he was at the company.
In the following week, Cheng Sizhou went to the hospital almost every day to accompany Xiao Liang in his rehabilitation.
This silly boy wasn't as nice to him as he was to Wen Zichuan. Although he no longer bared his teeth at him, he still competed with him in some weird ways.
For example, when Xiao Liang drinks water, I will pour him a cup, and then insist on competing with him to see who can finish the water in the cup first.
Cheng Sizhou had no choice but to do as he was told. Being with someone with a childlike mind, his worries were like being soaked in a cup of water, becoming increasingly diluted.
The day before New Year's Day, Cheng Sizhou was having breakfast with Xiao Liang, and Cheng Xuechen also came over when he had time.
"Dad, what are you doing?" He saw his father holding up his cell phone with a strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to open his mouth.
"Look, look at this," Cheng Xuecheng handed over the screen, "Isn't that the kid from the Wen family?"
Cheng Sizhou glanced at him while eating his buns: "It's him."
Cheng Xuecheng was old-fashioned. He didn't really understand things like celebrities and top stars. "Those girls in the department are obsessed with it! They're sneaking around, posting pictures here and there!"
Fortunately, what he ate were buns and not porridge, otherwise, Cheng Sizhou would have vomited.
His father didn't like Zichuan before, and although he doesn't care about it now, he is still not that close to Zichuan.
Who would have thought that there are also fans of Zichuan in his department? He needs to "correct" himself, otherwise he will see them every day, which is so annoying.
"Dad, take a look," Cheng Sizhou showed him Wen Zichuan's homepage. "He has over 20 million followers. It's normal for some of them to be in your department."
"Oh, a big star." Cheng Xuecheng swiped the screen, looking at endorsements, interviews, and magazines. Although the media had changed, when she was young, she also liked Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung and others.
He put away his phone, sat next to him, and stared at Cheng Sizhou.
Cheng Sizhou felt uncomfortable being stared at: "Dad, what do you want to say?"
Cheng Xuecheng rested his hands on his knees and spoke in a deep voice, "What are you two planning to do in the future? Go abroad to get married or...?"
"What certificate?" Cheng Sizhou avoided his gaze. If his father knew that he was a bedmate, he would probably faint from anger. "Before, she was down and out and you looked down on her. Now she's on the rise. How can I be worthy of her?"
"That wasn't disdain before," Cheng Xuecheng said, his face stern as he began to lecture again. "We were just afraid he'd be like his father, fickle and unsettled. Although being a celebrity isn't a serious career, it's not bad that he's found his way. Now that he has a career, it's time to consider starting a family."
Cheng Sizhou was overwhelmed by what he heard. He felt that every sentence was wrong. There were so many wrong things that he didn't know where to start to refute.
He smiled self-deprecatingly and said to Cheng Xuecheng, "Dad, I just want to tell you something."
Cheng Xuecheng: "You say."
"We wronged him and felt sorry for what we did in the past. I'm your son and my mother's. I don't ask you to bow your heads and apologize to a younger generation, but he's doing well now. There are so many people who like him, and he has many choices. If he doesn't choose me in the end, I accept it, and I hope you won't blame him for it."
"You...! Don't I know you? When you fall in love with someone, you just pour out your heart and soul to make things better, regardless of who he is or whether he's worth it!"
"I don't know about other people, but Zichuan... he's very good and worth it."
The father and son were chatting when someone suddenly stood at the door of the ward.
Wen Zichuan was wearing a beige down jacket and a black mask, with half of his face wrapped in a scarf. "Hello, Doctor Cheng. I'm here to see Xiao Liang."
"Xiao, Xiao Wen?" Cheng Xuecheng was surprised by the saying, "Speak of the devil, the devil appears." He felt there was some kind of fate involved. "Xiao Liang is recovering very well. He can take care of himself, including washing and eating. As long as he's not exposed to any stimulation, he'll be just like a normal person. Let's observe him for a while and try to get him discharged after the New Year."
"Really? That's great." Wen Zichuan smiled, "Thank you, Doctor Cheng."
"This is the psychiatric department. I just come to see you occasionally. You're welcome." Cheng Xuecheng used the most gentle side of his life here.
Leng Sui followed Wen Zichuan, and before entering the ward, he caught a glimpse of the two people's sticky eyes.
One seemed to be coaxing the patient to eat, but he turned his head back every time he took half a bite; the other seemed to be talking to the doctor, but his eyes couldn't help glancing to the side.
Leng Sui looked annoyed and said hello and wait outside.
The last time I left Senli and sent Wen Zichuan to work, he was wearing a lot of clothes in winter, but when he turned his head, a little red mark was still visible on the edge of his collar.
What's more, the incident of the car being scratched the night before was also very strange. It was obvious that it could be settled by paying some money for the paint, but the man surnamed Meng argued with him for two hours before agreeing to settle it privately.
Afterwards, he reported the matter to President Wei, who waved his hand and said, "Just settle it privately. Mr. Meng is not someone you can mess with. Don't underestimate his father, Meng Qingyun, who is a sculptor and deeply versed in antiques and cultural relics. He's a master, and we can't even hope to reach his level."
Wei Xiaoming nestled in his arms and asked, "Godfather, is Master Meng also a member of your team?"
Wei Jing smiled and patted his butt: "What do you mean by team or not? Do you think they are debuting as a group?"
Leng Sui just didn't understand. You said that Young Master Wei was under the care of President Wei, so it was understandable that he had an affair with his sponsor. But why was Wen Zichuan so blind that he had to get entangled with an amateur?
He is still an ordinary person with no money, no power, and a lot of tricks.
Doctor Cheng is not on duty today. The hospital understands that he had undergone surgery before, and now, except for difficult and complicated cases and particularly complex operations, they rarely let him sit in the office all day.
Usually when Cheng Sizhou came over, Cheng Xuecheng would say a few words to him and then leave, but today, for some reason, he just wanted to take a few more glances at his son and the child from the Wen family.
He found an excuse and went out for a walk. After a few minutes, he returned to the ward.
But as soon as he came back, the two children became obviously reserved, as if they were guarding against something, and did not dare to speak freely.
Cheng Xuecheng felt that he had disturbed them, and before he could even sit down, he picked up his hands and walked out.
But before he even walked out the door, he retreated step by step.
Xiao Liang was the first to see that in front of Dr. Cheng was a thin-bladed fruit knife about the length of his arm.
"dad!"
"Doctor Cheng!"
Cheng Sizhou's hair stood on end with nervousness. Could this be another medical dispute? With his father's health, another blow would kill him.
"...If you have any requests, we can discuss them. Don't hurt anyone." He stood behind Cheng Xuecheng. His father took a step back, and he also took a step back.
"It's been a year since we last met, and you're still such a coward, Cheng Sizhou." The man took off his hood, and his once silver hair had turned into a black crew cut. It was Liu Shixing who had been in prison for a year.
"Doctor Cheng has never offended you," Wen Zichuan stepped forward and stood side by side with Cheng Sizhou. "If you want revenge, you shouldn't look for him."
When Cheng Sizhou heard this, he guessed that he wanted to take all of Liu Shixing's anger on himself. His mind was racing, thinking about how to protect everyone present.
At this moment, Wen Zichuan knew better than anyone else that Liu Shixing had learned Sanda and was carrying a knife, so the three men here combined were no match for him.
He didn't know how Liu Shixing avoided Leng Sui, but if he called Leng Sui in, would it anger Liu Shixing and make him use the knife immediately?
The bright blade reflected the sunlight, shining into people's eyes, causing a dazzling white.
“Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!”
Xiao Liang suddenly screamed, twisted his body, and slapped the bed like crazy, covering his face with a pillow and then wrapping himself with a quilt.
His shouting was too abnormal and too harsh. Liu Shixing had just pushed the other three people to the wall. He immediately turned around and picked up the knife, slashing at Xiao Liang!
At the critical moment, Cheng Xuecheng rushed to the bed with all his strength and pushed Xiao Liang off the bed: "Hide under the bed! Quick!"
Because he was wrapped in a quilt, Xiao Liang was not injured. He shouted in confusion and crawled under the bed.
Liu Shixing's eyes were bloodshot, like a devil crawling out of hell. The first knife missed, but the second knife arrived in an instant!
Wen Zichuan got closer to Cheng Xuecheng. He pulled Doctor Cheng away with force and saw the blade scraping against Cheng Xuecheng's chest, knocking off a row of buttons on his white coat.
Liu Shixing had already made his move, so he didn't hesitate any more: "Leng Sui——!"
This sound really angered Liu Shixing. In an instant, he chopped several times. Seeing that they had no way to avoid it, he suddenly swung his knife diagonally and chopped towards Wen Zichuan!
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