Chapter 111 My mother's boyfriend is Shan Mingli?
Shan Qingshan immediately believed her.
Because his mother's name was not mentioned in the information released by the police.
Dan Qingshan was in a state of unease, and suddenly felt as if he couldn't do anything but stare at the letter.
Seeing that Shan Qingshan didn't react, Zheng Xiumei explained anxiously.
"This letter... I'm sorry, but I opened it to confirm if you are Susan's child. I have photos of me and her here. I'm not a fraud."
Given Shan Qingshan's current fame, many people will surely try to get close to him in various ways.
Zheng Xiumei was afraid he would misunderstand.
“I came to see you last week, but you weren’t there. Look, this is a picture of me and your mother. We were both in college back then.”
The photo was handed to me.
Looking at the smiling woman in the photo, Shan Qingshan said softly, "I have never met her."
Zheng Xiumei was stunned, her face showing surprise and helplessness.
Shan Qingshan reached out his hand and found that it was trembling.
He took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then spoke.
"May I see the letter?"
Zheng Xiumei quickly handed it over.
The envelope read: To myself five years from now.
Signed: Susan.
Shan Qingshan felt a burning sensation in his eyes and heart.
Zheng Xiumei explained, "This was an activity organized by our counselor when we were in college. They asked us to write a letter, and they would mail it for us five years later. Since the counselor couldn't find your mother, I kept it for her."
Shan Qingshan opened the letter, and her delicate handwriting came into view—
Susan five years later:
How are you?
Was the baby born safely?
Is it a boy or a girl?
Does Shan Mingli still love you as much as before?
...
The moment Shan Mingli's name appeared, Shan Qingshan felt as if the blood flowing through his body had paused for a moment.
Some hidden secrets were beckoning to him.
Shan Qingshan felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff.
It is darkness, it is an abyss.
He was terrified.
This feeling was like a long, black arrow piercing through Shan Qingshan's heart and lungs, letting the cold wind seep into his body, chilling him to the bone. It was also like a gust of wind that made the trees and grass tremble.
Zheng Xiumei didn't know where Shan Qingshan had seen it, but she guessed that the letter must have hurt him.
His expression changed.
Shan Qingshan took a deep breath and continued reading.
Regardless of the answers to these questions, I want to tell you five years from now that at this moment, I am very happy, joyful, and eagerly anticipating the birth of this child.
How strange, even before he was born, even before he had a heartbeat, I already felt that he was the person I loved most in the world, and I was willing to give everything for him.
Now that Mingli has lost contact, I want to go find him and make an effort for my life and my child.
We've already discussed it all; we're going to get married, and our future child will be named Shan Qingshan. He even bought the ring. I don't believe he'll suddenly abandon us, so I'm going to find him. Whatever the outcome, I can accept it.
...
The few lines of text echoed with a terrifying sound in Shan Qingshan's mind.
He felt like his world was collapsing.
Everything from the past is collapsing.
The whole world is like a giant palette of paints, where all sorts of colors are driven to mix together, turning into a suffocating black.
Shan Qingshan suddenly sped up his reading, as if he had lost all patience. But his gaze remained fixed on the letter, as if he wanted to pierce through the dense text with his eyes.
He desperately wanted to see the truth of what happened back then and understand everything he wanted to know.
But words can only express so much, and feelings can only be conveyed in so few words.
Susan's unwavering commitment, steadfastness, and hopeful outlook for the future.
Everything is in the last sentence—
May Xiaoshan and I live a peaceful and happy life together.
It came to an abrupt end.
Shan Qingshan's vision had already become blurred, the words had disappeared like smoke, and all that remained were two small mounds of earth.
Grandma's words echoed in my ears.
"This is your uncle. When he comes to visit in the future, burn more paper money for him and kowtow to him more often."
"As a family, of course we should stay together."
...
Memories and this letter were like a ferocious beast that suddenly devoured Shan Qingshan.
He looked up at Zheng Xiumei.
Her eyes were red and filled with tears.
Even Zheng Xiumei wanted to cry when she saw this.
Are you alright? Are you okay?
"My mother's boyfriend is Shan Mingli?"
He was like an illiterate child, asking questions even though he had already read them.
Zheng Xiumei nodded.
"Your mother and Shan Mingli met while working part-time off-campus. They dated for quite a while and were planning to get married, but suddenly she disappeared. Don't you know where he is?"
"He's dead."
That's what his memory told him.
But now,
What is real?
What is fake?
Can he trust his own memory and the people around him?
Zheng Xiumei: "I saw online that your father is Shan Huai?"
"Hmm..." Shan Qingshan looked confused. "It doesn't seem like it."
The date is included at the end of the letter.
Based on this timeline, he is Shan Mingli's child.
Zheng Xiumei couldn't hold back any longer and turned her face away.
“When your mother was young, we were best friends, but after she took leave from school, we suddenly disappeared. She…”
Zheng Xiumei couldn't bear to hurt the child's heart again, but she really wanted to know.
How did she die?
"Difficult labor." That should be it.
It might not be.
Zheng Xiumei wiped away her tears and forced a smile.
"She'll be very happy to see how successful you are. I can tell you anything you want to know. Or, if you still have any doubts, you can check it out. I work at the health center now... I'll leave you my phone number, you can contact me anytime."
Shan Qingshan handed over his phone and added the number.
How did you find me?
Zheng Xiumei looked at him, and through him she looked at her good friend from university.
"You look like her."
Zheng Xiumei stepped forward and patted his arm.
She forced back her tears.
"That's great, you've grown up. Come over for dinner sometime, okay?"
Shan Qingshan nodded and put away the letter. "Could I make a copy of this photo?"
"Can."
"Then I'll see you out."
"good."
Shan Qingshan helped Zheng Xiumei into a taxi.
He watched the car disappear, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"That's Qingshan Xiaobao!"
"Something seems off about him..."
"Qingshan Xiaobao, are you alright?"
Dan Qingshan snapped out of his daze, his eyes vacant, and shook his head blankly before walking dejectedly toward the rented room.
When he got home, he opened the door.
Zhou Chong was changing his shoes in the entryway. Seeing that he visibly relaxed, he took off the shoes he had just put on.
"You didn't answer your phone, where did you go? It took you ages to walk here from school? Come in quickly, why are your hands so cold? Xiaobao, what's wrong? You look terrible. Have you been crying?"
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