Sixty-seven feathers
On the day of discharge, Ye Linghan was sent home by Zhao Tang. He had been in the hospital for almost a month. When he was told that he could be discharged, he felt a lot lighter all over. For an active person like him, lying in bed all day was simply a torture.
However, Yin Chen was not so lucky. Zhang Qinghe detained him on the pretext that his injuries were too serious and he could not be discharged from the hospital with them.
"Then you rest at home. I will bring you food when I come back in the evening. Don't eat anything carelessly and don't run around. I won't be responsible if you get hurt again!" Zhao Tang, who had just returned home, started nagging again. But even though he said that, his body honestly helped to pack the personal belongings brought back from the hospital.
"I know, I know." Ye Linghan nodded in response, feeling both amused and helpless. He had to admit that Zhao Tang had always taken good care of him, and he kept it in mind, so many times he would rather break the rules to fulfill his wishes.
The emotions between people are two-way, and the same is true for Zhao Tang.
"Beep -" the cell phone rang, as if reminding Zhao Tang to leave.
"Yin Chen?" After realizing that it was not his phone ringing, he looked at Ye Linghan beside him.
"Yeah." The latter nodded honestly with a smile.
Zhao Tang couldn't help but click his tongue, "Okay, he called you, I won't bother you." He quickly put down the work in his hands, and with a "bang", the door was closed, and he left Ye Linghan's house.
The room was no longer filled with chattering voices, but was replaced by the sound of cell phones ringing.
Ye Linghan swiped up the answer button and put the phone close to his ear. A lazy, pleasant voice came from the other end, "What took you so long?"
"Tangtang is helping me pack my things and just left." Ye Linghan explained. When he heard Yin Chen's voice, his heart was itching and he couldn't wait to fly over to see him.
"When can you be discharged from the hospital? I miss you." he added.
In the ward, Yin Chen leaned against the head of the bed, the love/desire in his eyes turned into a pool of clear spring, and he said softly, "I miss you too."
The bandage on his shoulder was still oozing with blood. The medicine had a great impact on him, but he was afraid that Ye Linghan would worry, so he didn't mention it to him and just said that he was recuperating.
This is also a rare time when the two have not seen each other for a long time.
"I should be able to be discharged in a few days, don't worry." He answered half-perfunctorily, afraid of revealing a flaw.
Fortunately, Ye Linghan did not become suspicious.
"Then you should listen to the doctor more often, get better soon and come back to accompany me." In this situation, even though she had some distrust of Zhang Qinghe before, she had no choice because now she could only choose to believe him.
Both of them had secrets in their hearts that were inconvenient to tell each other, but at the same time they also tacitly agreed not to ask too many questions. After chatting for a few words, they ended the call rather hastily.
There was a knock on the ward door.
"Enter."
With the sound of the door opening, Ling Zhiqing walked in.
Sun Mao died on the spot, and his body had not even been brought out in time, so Yin Chen asked Ling Zhiqing to come and temporarily replace Sun Mao.
"Master." Ling Zhiqing walked to Yin Chen's bedside and nodded, "Jiang Wanru has been brought in."
Yin Chen nodded, "Well, let her in."
The woman walked in, her expression still calm and composed, as if she had died thousands of times and had nothing to fear anymore.
After the person was brought in, Ling Zhiqing tactfully retreated.
Jiang Wanru came to Yin Chen and nodded slightly, "Master Yin, we meet again." Her tone was respectful and did not overstep the bounds.
When he saw her, Yin Chen's face showed a rare smile instead of seriousness, "Yes, we meet again." Then he signaled with his eyes for her to sit down.
"Master, aren't you going to tell him the truth about Xiaoye's amnesia?"
Seeing the other party silent for a while, Jiang Wanru spoke again, "But I really didn't expect the relationship between you two..." She paused, "
"I didn't expect you to take action so early." Yin Chen glanced at Jiang Wanru.
She suddenly smiled bitterly. "It has nothing to do with Professor Qu. I wanted to get involved. At that time, I just guessed that the force behind Zhao Xingjian was powerful, but I never thought it was Yin Ster. I wanted to kill him under the pretext of revenge and then put the blame on the vampires so that they could continue the investigation along this line. But I didn't expect you to help Xiaoye."
She shrugged, "But it doesn't matter. This matter is bound to involve everyone involved. I just don't know how Xiaoye will feel when he finds out the truth."
Inside the apartment, Ye Linghan sat on the sofa, his cell phone tightly held in his hand. The screen was lit and turned on, with a newly copied phone number prominently displayed on the dial-up interface.
His fingertips hesitated for a moment before he finally pressed the dial button. After a regular beep, a man's voice came, "Have you thought about it?"
As if it had been expected.
"Yeah." Ye Linghan responded.
"I'll send you an address, come find me."
After the call was hung up, Ye Linghan frowned as he looked at the address information sent, because he was very familiar with this place. It was Zhao Xingjian's home, where he had been many times some time ago.
He didn't know why there were so many places to choose from, but the other party chose Zhao Xingjian's house. But since the agreement had been made, he had no choice but to go there.
He followed a familiar path and arrived at the agreed location. The ground ivy outside the wall had become sparse since some time ago, not as dense as before. It might have been cleared away by someone, or it might have begun to wither because its nutrients had been taken away.
But now is not the time to think about these things, because there are more important clues waiting for him.
Ye Linghan went upstairs. The seal on the door was still intact. He guessed that Qu Yaoguang had not come yet, so he carefully removed the seal, trying not to damage it. The door was a bit old, and there was a harsh sound when it was opened. He entered the house and closed the door with his backhand. There were still traces of the scene investigation in the house.
There was dust on the sofa, he gently brushed it off and sat on it waiting for Qu Yaoguang to arrive.
Suddenly, he felt a breeze in his ears and a figure flashed past him.
"Who?" Ye Linghan shouted in a low voice, becoming alert in an instant, standing up and looking around.
A fierce wind came from behind him. Ye Linghan turned around and looked, but only saw a cold light coming towards him, like a metal weapon. He quickly dodged it subconsciously.
How come there is someone else in this room?
Because during the time he was waiting, he didn't hear the sound of the door opening.
He was still wondering who this person was, but when the person came closer, he knew who he was.
"Professor Qu? What are you doing?" Ye Linghan was puzzled. He didn't know why Qu Yaoguang attacked him. In his impression, the other party was just a gentle and elegant medical professor. How could he suddenly use such a fierce move?
"So nagging." Qu Yaoguang snorted coldly, pressing forward with a bright silver dagger in his hand.
Ye Linghan's injury had not yet healed, and the sudden intense exercise was too much for his body to handle, so his speed gradually slowed down.
Qu Yaoguang suddenly seized the opportunity, he suddenly moved in front of Ye Linghan, and stabbed the dagger towards Ye Linghan's heart steadily and accurately.
The other party was unable to dodge and felt a sharp pain in his heart. His clothes were cut by the knife and a warm current seeped through his clothes and flowed down.
"Hiss—" Ye Linghan gasped in pain, his thoughts becoming confused. Instinctively, he wanted to move back and cover the wound, but before he could do anything, Qu Yaoguang grabbed his right wrist. Then, the other party's fingers moved flexibly, and the finger with the ring was pressed against his heart.
A bright red blood droplet dripped onto the jade-like ring, instantly clinging to it and spreading out like layers of water ripples.
Ye Linghan gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, and saw a white light slowly unfolding from the ring, reflecting in the room.
Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly, confirming his guess, "So, you really are my father."
"Yeah." This time Qu Yaoguang did not deny it. He squeezed out a voice from his throat to respond to Ye Linghan, while his eyes followed the white halo.
Although he was mentally prepared, Ye Linghan still couldn't describe his feelings when he heard the other party admit it in person. He had mixed feelings. Surprise and astonishment were only a small part of it. What was more was confusion and helplessness, as well as a hint of hatred.
In the past twenty years, he had never looked for him, but now he recognized him in a tentative way. He really wanted to ask the person in front of him how cruel he had been to choose to abandon his own flesh and blood.
At this moment, Ye Linghan only felt the pain in his heart, not the pain on his groin caused by the knife, but the excruciating pain he felt from the inside out.
But in another moment, he felt that he was ridiculous. He should have guessed it long ago. He even couldn't tell whether he was afraid to recognize her because of his cowardice, or he was unwilling to recognize her because he no longer needed this family relationship.
Ye Linghan closed his eyes and opened and closed his mouth, trying to make a sound. After a long time, he finally uttered the syllable in his heart, "Why?"
"It's fate." After thousands of words, these four words are the first to come down to it.
This was the explanation Qu Yaoguang had prepared in advance after thinking about it for countless days and nights. He felt very uncomfortable. Looking at the child in front of him who had been deprived of his parents' companionship for many years, he subconsciously retreated when faced with the cold questioning.
Ye Linghan scoffed, "Fate?" He frowned, his eyes blazing with rage. "You mean by fate that I deserved being thrown into an orphanage, left alone and helpless, and treated with indifference since childhood?"
"Or should you just throw me away?"
Years of suffering were like a trickle of mountain water that was filled with rainwater and was suddenly replaced by a mountain torrent, bursting its banks in an instant and becoming uncontrollable.
"Your mother and I didn't want to abandon you back then. She had no choice but to do her job." Qu Yaoguang sighed and slowly opened his mouth to try to explain.
"How is it necessary?" Ye Linghan was puzzled. Despite his extremely complicated emotions, he still keenly grasped the loophole in Qu Yaoguang's words, "What are you planning to do in your position?"
Suddenly, the ring on his finger seemed to have a spirit and sensed his doubt. A figure suddenly appeared in the beam of light emitted. Although it was hazy and unclear, the moment it turned around, Ye Linghan was greatly shocked.
She... is so similar to the person in his dream.
When the woman came closer, her face was more real than in the dream, and I could see it clearly.
He stared blankly at the figure in front of him.
"I saw her in my dream." Ye Linghan murmured softly.
"She is your mother."
"My...mother?" Ye Linghan spoke mechanically. These two words seemed a little unfamiliar to him.
"When you knew that I was your father, weren't you surprised why your surname was Ye and not Qu?" Qu Yaoguang asked.
Ye Linghan nodded. For a moment he did think of it, but the feelings of grievance and anger blocked his heart, replacing a thousand and ten thousand questions, and in the end he only expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Because your mother's name is Ye Zhanli, she is the only heir of this generation of Blood Hunter, and you will take your mother's surname."
When the three words "take the mother's surname" come out of a father's mouth, there is no need to prove it, because her ability is strong enough to stop people from talking.
In an instant, the messy ball of wool showed signs of being straightened out, and was being rewoven and entangled, heading towards the right track.
It turned out that the lost Blood Hunter baby that Su Mo mentioned was actually himself, and his mother who abandoned him for some unknown reason was actually the heir of Blood Hunter.
Ye Linghan turned his gaze to Qu Yaoguang, "Then my mother..." No matter what, he had to know the reason why he was abandoned.
Qu Yaoguang looked at his beloved whom he hadn't seen for many years. There was a hint of joy on his face, but his tone was filled with sadness. "Ali can't come back. Her soul is sealed here forever."
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