Dangerous Contract

"Xiaoya, come here!" Tan Zhen waved his hand, and called the big bird whose mouth was covered with boiled noodles, "Help me, where is this park?"

Xiaoya stared at the picture for a moment, then flapped her wings and flew away from the window Tan Zhen pushed open.

After more than 20 minutes, Big Bird came back, got back through the hole in the corner of the window screen, stood on Tan Zhen's knee, and said, "I know, that place is called 'Xiaofeng Lake'."

"Xiaofeng Lake?" Tan Zhenza touched the name. If he guessed correctly, Xiaofeng Lake should be the last two characters in his real name "Man Xiaofeng".

"Let's go and have a look!" Tan Zhen immediately became interested, feeling faintly that the "former residence" mentioned in the travel notes might be related to him, so he put on his coat and went out.

He took Xiaoya and took a taxi to the place called "Xiaofeng Lake".It is a park, but there are no people there. Obviously, the park has been left unattended for a long time, and weeds are overgrown. Wild birds and wild ducks swim in twos and threes on the hundreds of square meters of water.

He looked around this park forgotten by the noisy city, walked on the gravel road covered by weeds, and saw the branches growing out of nowhere, feeling sour in his heart.

Was this once his home?

That burnt-out Manjia?

Suddenly, Xiaoya who was standing on Tan Zhen's shoulder squeezed her paw.

The sharp claws pierced Tan Zhen's clothes at once, causing him to scream in pain.

"you……"

"Look, who is that?" Xiaoya didn't feel sorry at all, she turned her head to the reeds in front of her.

Tan Zhen walked over quickly, pushed aside a piece of reed in front of him, and saw that the person rubbing his nose and turning away turned out to be Yu Xing.

"Why are you here?" Tan Zhen tried not to sound so surprised.

Yu Xing sucked his nose, sighed, and it took him a long time to adjust his mood and turn around: "You know?"

"what do you know?"

"This is your former home."

Although Tan Zhen vaguely felt that it was his home after learning that it was called "Xiaofeng Lake" from Xiaoya, but when he said this from Yu Xing, the feeling was different.

"Did you find it?" Tan Zhen asked.

Yu Xing gave Tan Zhen a stack of photocopied materials, and walked towards the lake without looking back.

It seems right, Tan Zhen thought in his heart.Yu Xing should have found something earlier, and then came here to make sure, but he unexpectedly bumped into him.

Tan Zhen walked to the dilapidated gazebo next to him, sat down on the lacquered fence, and carefully looked through the things Yu Xing brought page by page.

Twenty years ago, Man Hongsheng, a real estate developer in City A, married Lin Rongyue, a lady from the Lin family who also came from a wealthy businessman, here for his son Man Qinghua, and at the same time officially handed over his business to this only son.

Two years later, the flesh and blood of Man Qinghua and Lin Rongyue were born here.

It was the only seedling of three generations of the family, healthy and white, the first cry was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, with a domineering momentum, just like the old man wanted.

So, the little guy was named Man Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng spent three years of happy childhood amid thousands of loves.From babbling to running, his laughter and footsteps are everywhere in this place.

In the three years of Xiaofeng's rapid growth, Man Qinghua, who first took charge of Man's Enterprise, created one business miracle after another.

Manjia's status in the entire city of A has risen rapidly, and it has become a leader in real estate.

Man Qinghua felt that all these gains were inseparable from his success in marrying Lin Rongyue as his wife.In order to express his gratitude, on the day of his son Man Xiaofeng's third birthday, he invited celebrities from the political and business circles in City A to come to his house to celebrate the birthday of the only seedling of the three generations of the Man family.

However, what was disappointing was that it began to rain lightly that evening, and it became heavier and heavier when it got dark. The originally planned fireworks show had no choice but to be cancelled.

At night, when the guests were gone, Man Qinghua kissed his son and carried him to sleep in his room, but it unexpectedly became the last kiss he gave to his son in this world.

For unknown reasons, the fireworks piled up in the backyard storage room in the middle of the night were ignited, and people slept soundly in the heavy rain. By the time they realized it, the flames had burned through the backyard along the wooden corridor. The courtyard was also quickly plunged into a sea of ​​flames.

Tan Zhen sat on the railing of the gazebo, when a gust of wind blew by, the sweat oozing from his back instantly became icy cold.Dozens of pages of investigative reports on the house fire made his eyes ache and itchy.

He raised his head and looked around the park. There was no trace of the mansion in those days, but the scene of being burned by the raging fire seemed to be right in front of him.

Tan Zhen really has no memory of this place at all, not only has no memory of this place, he can't even remember his family members who have lived here for three years.

He sighed, rolled up the fire report, and silently walked towards Yu Xing who was squatting by the lake.

"Thank you." Tan Zhen patted Yu Xing on the shoulder, "It seems that I am really the fate of the lone star of the gods. Up to now, even if I know my roots, I have no relatives to keep warm."

Yu Xing's eyes were still red, he cleared his throat and said, "Brother Zhen, I'm sorry, nothing can help you."

"It's already very good. At least, this time, I've cut off all my thoughts, and I won't have extravagant hopes." Tan Zhen said, tightening the report in his hand, and handing it back to Yu Xing, smiling slightly.

Yu Xing looked at Tan Zhen who was against the light, feeling sore in his heart, turned his side and hugged Tan Zhen's knee, his temples leaned on Tan Zhen's leg: "Brother Zhen, don't say that, I feel very sad."

Tan Zhen squatted down, stroking the top of Yu Xing's hair, just like when he was a teenager, and said with a smile: "You forget, brother Zhen, how I came here these years, these are just a few things to me. Stories, not shocks at all."

Yu Xing rubbed his sore nose, raised his head, squatted with Tan Zhen beside the "Xiaofeng Lake", and cast their eyes into the distance together.

"This park is called 'Xiaofeng Lake' park. It should be named after my name Man Xiaofeng. Look, how rich I am." Tan Zhen said, spreading his hands, as if he wanted to enclose a whole lake in himself in the arms.

"Haha," Yu Xing saw that Tan Zhen's tone was relaxed, and he felt relieved, and said with a wry smile, "You're really rich!"

On the way home, Tan Zhen kept thinking about one thing, hoping that it would never be too good, because he didn't know when it would become a luxury.Some things don't belong to you in the first place, and it is a sin to want to occupy them.

Man Xiaofeng's identity is nothing to him now. He can't get an inheritance, and he can't recognize his lost relatives. Son of a truck driver.

On weekends, I went to my teacher's house to learn to play the accordion. If I couldn't play the accordion well, I obediently stretched out my palm and received a whipping.I look forward to the novelty toys that my dad buys for him every time he comes back from the car; he is the first to rush into the kitchen after school in the afternoon, and stuffs a piece of food in his mouth regardless of whether the food in the pot is cooked or not.

That kind of life is the happiness he understands.

Tan Zhen was thinking in a mess in his head, and he had reached the downstairs of the rental house before he knew it.

When he realized that another day had passed, the phone in his pocket rang.

Although the sound was the same as every time before, Tan Zhen had a strong premonition that it was suffocating. This time it must be Su Lang who was hiding somewhere.

The author has something to say: Good night, see you tomorrow!