Cao Zhengxuan and Zhang Yutong stayed until nine o'clock before leaving the bedroom. It was time for Zhang Yutong to go to school to pick up Zhang Yuxin. Cao Zhengxuan suggested that he ride an electric bike to pick him up, but Zhang Yutong did not agree. Cao Zhengxuan had to give up. Zhang Yutong considered that Cao Zhengxuan was unsafe after drinking a lot of alcohol.

After standing in the yard watching Zhang Yutong leave, Cao Zhengxuan's mood immediately fell to a low point.

Many people have had this experience. When you are facing great sorrow, if you have a close friend, you often don’t feel anything. Once this close friend is not around, you will immediately feel great sorrow and pain.

Cao Zhengxuan was in this state at this time.

Cao Zhengxuan once suspected his birth. In fact, anyone would have doubted it. He has never seen a person who called his mother since he opened his eyes. This alone would make people doubt it, let alone his father was once a homeless man?

Although after that fierce fight, Cao Zhengxuan became sensible and could look at the problem from his father's perspective. He was afraid that he would touch his father's knot and would never ask about his mother's whereabouts again, Cao Zhengxuan suddenly thought: Where is my mother? In books, compositions, and TV, the mother's description is so kind. If these descriptions are true, then why did my mother not visit her son once for five, ten, or even twenty years? Even if it only takes one look? Even if it's only one time, two people are separated by three or five hundred meters apart, it's OK.

But even this small wish Cao Zhengxuan has never fulfilled it once!

If the pregnant woman who died of difficult labor was her mother, then how could she come to visit her after she had passed away for twenty-three years?

It was this thought that made Cao Zhengxuan cry in an instant, and he was so sad that his breathing was difficult.

But then, another worrying question arose. If these are true, then Cao Zhonghe would not be his biological father!

After spending 23 years with yourself and spending all your life energy on yourself, you also call his father affectionately and warmly for the person you call him for 23 years suddenly became your adoptive father. How can you not worry?

Since Cao Zhonghe is his adoptive father, where is his biological father? Who will he be? According to Yuan Yongfeng's speculation, he is a rich man or a big man. Since such a rich man or big man asked his mother, who is a mistress, to give birth to a child for him, why is it that he is not there when he is giving birth?

This will never happen: the father does not allow his mother to get pregnant. Because of his low status, he wants to change his destiny through pregnancy, so he secretly conceived the child. After the father found out, he asked his mother to abort, but the mother refused to obey. Therefore, when the mother gave birth, the father ignored him. What's more, the person who bribed the caesarean section doctor was the father!

When such thoughts flashed through Cao Zhengxuan's mind, he shook his head repeatedly. There would be no such beastly father in the world! Even if he did something stupid under impulse, would he still murder his biological son in twenty-three years? It is absolutely impossible!

But since this is not the case, who will be the one who caused this series of tragedies?

Cao Zhengxuan was unwilling to do so. At this time, Cao Zhengxuan even more recognized Zhang Yutong's idea: the only way is to wait, waiting for the next murder to come. This seems to be the most ruthless approach, and it is indeed the only feasible approach.

...

After staying in the yard for nearly half an hour, Cao Zhengxuan had just returned home. Grandma Yu was still cleaning and said "Thank you" to Grandma Yu. Cao Zhengxuan turned to the bedroom where his father was sleeping. He hesitated for a while at the door of his father's bedroom, but Cao Zhengxuan gently pushed open the door.

My father's choking sound was so familiar, one short and two long, very regular. To put it in an exaggeration, Cao Zhengxuan grew up with his father's choking sound.

Cao Zhengxuan's heart was touched again, and what flowed out of his heart was a warm feeling like Hetian jade.

Cao Zhengxuan quietly walked to his father's bed. The moonlight shone through the window, shining coldly on Simmons where his father was sleeping, and on his father's bandaged legs.

The moonlight was hazy, and my father's face looked hazy.

Cao Zhengxuan squatted down in front of his father's bed and stared at his father's face exposed outside the quilt from close range.

My father frowned when he was sleeping. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing was sometimes even and sometimes rapid. When he was rapid, he made a very regular choking sound. His forehead was very dark and his hair was already gray.

Cao Zhengxuan stretched out his hand and had a very impulse to stroke his father's forehead, trying to smooth out his forehead lines. But Cao Zhengxuan's hand froze in the air, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and flowed on his cheeks.

He could not imagine how he transferred from a maternal and child health care home to this person, but he could imagine the hardships of this person raising himself. He was a homeless man on the street. How could he raise a hungry baby to be born into a human?

Cao Zhengxuan thought that his biological parents gave him life, but it was far less important to him than the person in front of him. Therefore, this person is actually his biological father, a person who is even more close to his biological parents!

Thinking of this, I thought about everything. This is very important to Cao Zhengxuan, because after thinking about this, there will be no knot between him and his father. His father is still the same father, and he is still the same himself, and there is no change in the slightest due to sudden accidents.

"Dad." Like any time before, Cao Zhengxuan called this person, and then quietly stood up and left. The warm feeling of Hetian jade flowing out of his heart was always there.

The moment he walked out of his father's bedroom and closed the bedroom door, Cao Zhengxuan thought of another thing: he changed his father's fate, and his father also changed his fate. Together, it formed their fate.

...

In the private three-story building in Mashi Lane, Yangjiang, Pan Mingli stays in his father Pan Long's bedroom.

Pan Long was over fifty years old at this time. His face had become round and his belly was round. In short, he had gained weight. Anyone who saw him at this time would not associate him with the leader of the kitchen knife gang back then. This is what is called the passing of time?

"Why are you so confused? How many times have you said it, don't fantasize about marrying a girl's house. You are married, you are a person with children," Pan Long complained. "The result is good. You actually investigated the mystery of Cao Zhengxuan's birth in order to achieve this goal? Well, even if you are confused, you will not be so confused that you will kidnap the grandson of the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, right?"

"Dad, no matter how you say me, you can even hit me," Pan Mingli said bitterly, "The problem is that these are all fait accompli. You can't watch me go to prison, right? Dong Huachun is dead, just push everything on his head. Just come forward, right? Don't you have a lot of old relationships?"

"I'm really going to be angry with you."

"Dad, just come forward, right?"
Chapter completed!