Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

"My father, who is he? Why does he have such an old house? People who own such a house must have been considered a wealthy family at that time."

He Feng looked at Fang Zheng intently and said, "You don't need to ask too much. Knowing too much will only be a burden to you. Just take good care of your ancestral house."

Fang Zheng stood in front of He Feng, "I still don't understand. Since you gave me the gold lock and the house, why can't you tell me what happened in the past? Who are my parents? How did they die?"

He Feng patted Fang Zheng's shoulder and said, "Child, if you live well, your parents will be relieved. Your ancestors and your father are both worthy of respect."

Fang Zheng looked at He Feng. He understood that He Feng must have some compelling reason not to tell him, but the more so, the more he wanted to know the truth.

He Feng handed him the keys in his hand. "There are two sets of keys in total. I'll give them to you. You should keep them safe from now on. The house deeds and land deeds are in my hands. I'll give them to you in the near future."

Fang Zheng held the key in his hand and said, "Uncle He, there is actually no point in me holding the house key like this."

"Things passed down from our ancestors must always be returned to their original owners. You must protect them well," said He Feng.

Fang Zheng sighed and glanced at the sycamore tree outside the room again. The breeze swayed the branches, which looked very comfortable against the lattice windows.

He Feng was about to go downstairs when he remembered that there was something else he hadn't said. "There's one more thing I want to ask you. Are you and Xinyan -"

Fang Zheng hurriedly explained: "Xinyan is just using me as a shield. You can see that she doesn't like Song Yuzhe."

He Feng nodded reluctantly and continued, "Because of her good family and personal conditions, Xinyan has been very proud since she was a child. There are many boys around her, and she is dazzled by the choices. I don't agree with her attitude towards life. The fourth day of the Chinese New Year was the first time I saw her say who she liked. If you are interested in each other, I have no objection. If Xinyan is just wishful thinking, you don't have to pay attention to her, and it will get better slowly."

"Xinyan and I have always been good friends. She has helped me a lot. If she has any problems, I will never back down," said Fang Zheng.

He Feng smiled, "You must work hard in Yide. Xinyan, just treat her as your sister. If you need Xinyan's help with anything, just tell her."

"Okay, thank you Uncle He." Fang Zheng looked at He Feng's back, and scenes from his childhood suddenly appeared in his mind. A beautiful woman held his hand and asked him about his well-being; he was staggering in a dirty truck; a man in tattered clothes dragged him around for many days; after getting off the car, he was taken away by a well-mannered man; the man took him home, and he had the name "Fang Zheng" in his memory.

Later, after a while, he left the man's home and went to the current home of Boxingfa and Yang Hua, where he received love and care from their family and grew up with Botong.

These memories piled up like doubts in his mind. Who was the woman holding his hand? Who was the man who took him away? Who were his parents? Why did He Feng take charge of everything? And why couldn't he tell him?

Mysterious golden lock, mysterious old house, mysterious background...

What came with it was his feeling of powerlessness in uncovering the truth.

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