After cohabiting with the old enemy contract

For several weekends in a row, Cheng Zhan accompanied Tang Qingyu to look at the store.

Tang Qingyu really planned to go back to China and open a western restaurant: "When Weidong retreats next year, we can move back to Jiangcheng."

Luo Qisheng was on a business trip recently, and he sent all the shops he collected to Cheng Zhan.

At noon, Cheng Zhan and Tang Qingyu came to a popular shopping center according to the address. It is close to Ningxing Street and is a commercial and residential area that Jiangcheng South District is trying to develop.

The intermediary introduced enthusiastically: "The Ningxing plot over there has now been acquired by Yuncong. There is no need to worry about the traffic here in the future."

A shop of about [-] square meters, with a corner design.The store door is facing the square on the first floor of the shopping center, and you can see this location at a glance after entering through the gate of the center.

Tang Qingyu wandered from one side to the other, chatting with Cheng Zhan about his designs.

"There can be a work table here, separated by a large glass, so that customers can see the production process."

Tang Qingyu's eyes fell on Cheng Zhan with intent, "Hehe" smiled, "If you are willing to come to guest for two days, Ah Zhan, my shop is guaranteed to explode in business, and online celebrity shops are not a problem."

"I will pay you!" Tang Qingyu emphasized.

Cheng Zhan laughed and cried, he wondered if Luo Qisheng threw Tang Qingyu to him on purpose.

Coming out of the shop, Tang Qingyu took a few more photos outside the shop, and then dragged Cheng Zhan around.

Going south along Ningxing Street, the sycamore trees on both sides grow densely, and the outstretched branches cover half of the sky.

The two walked under the shade of the trees and came to the construction site of the enclosed old district reconstruction.

Tang Qingyu said: "The houses here are not bad, they are quiet amidst the noise, and there are small western-style buildings inside. I don't know if they will open for sale."

She held up her phone and ran around to take pictures.

Cheng Zhan looked back twice, it turned out that his old house was so close to the shopping center.

Because of the construction of the fence, the few small western-style buildings inside were surrounded together.You can only see the dense scaffolding on the outer wall and roof of the western-style building from a distance.

Cheng Zhan stared at the roof in a daze for a while, thinking: After the renovation, all the past memories he left here should be completely dissipated.

The weak connection between him and Tao Zhen will eventually become weaker and weaker.

After lunch, take Tang Qingyu back to the hotel.

Cheng Zhan drove back to his home on a whim, turned the key to unlock the door, and opened the door to enter.

Cheng Zhan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and for a moment, he felt that this place was a little strange.

Haven't been back for too long.

"Whoa-"

Cheng Zhan opened the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the afternoon sun poured down wantonly.

The breeze flapped the curtains, bringing in the life outside the house.

Cheng Zhan came to the study and took out a small iron box from the bottom floor of a row of bookcases.

The old-fashioned biscuit box has a lot of rust on the surface, and it takes some effort to open it.

Cheng Zhan sat on the ground, staring at the things in the box.There are not many things inside, just some yellowed medical records.

Cheng Zhan flipped through the pages, the doctor's handwriting was very messy, he couldn't read anything, he could only recognize the names on the list, all of them were Tao Zhen.

These old lists are like a lock in his memory, with a "click", the lock is opened quietly.

Cheng Zhan remembered that Tao Zhen knew very well that he was sick and mentally ill.

She knew that when she got sick, she would get angry, scold and beat people, but she couldn't restrain herself, especially when she thought of Cheng Beishan, she would become extremely irritable.

At that time, Cheng Zhan, who had a somewhat similar face to Cheng Beishan, became the object of her venting.

When he was a child, Cheng Zhan often accompanied Tao Zhen to see a doctor. He asked the doctor, "Doctor, will my mother recover?"

Cheng Zhan didn't ask about the second half of the sentence.

Will she stop hitting me?

The doctor prescribed the medicine, but finally said helplessly: "Little friend, be good, and don't make your mother angry in the future."

"Oh well."

Cheng Zhan was very obedient, he didn't dare to offend Tao Zhen, and he resisted all the hatred Tao Zhen put on him.

Because he only thought that he would be obedient, so that my mother's illness would be cured and she would not beat me.

Then...until Tao Zhen passed away.

Cheng Zhan found a photo at the bottom of the box.It was the only photo he found later when he was packing Tao Zhen's belongings.

There are many photos, but Tao Zhen treasures them very well.

In the photo is a young man and woman. At dusk, the two are snuggling under the shade trees of the campus.

Tao Zhen looked happy and contented, so there was no hysteria later.

Cheng Beishan hugged Tao Zhen with both hands, with a strong liking on his face.

However, who would have thought that two people who are so close would end up living inseparable from each other.

The strong love was completely scattered, leaving only hatred for the two of them.

Cheng Zhan rummaged through the iron box several times, turned the inside upside down, and turned all the papers out.

no……

Tao Zhen didn't leave any trace of him.

He clearly knows that there will be no things of his own in it, but every time he opens the box, Cheng Zhan still hopes that something will suddenly appear, his own photo or something else.

Unfortunately, that was all Cheng Zhan's fantasy.

Probably it was exactly what Tao Zhen said.

Cheng Zhan was Cheng Beishan's fault for her, and she always hated him.

He and Tao Zhen have lived together for eight years, but in the woman's life, he is not at all.

The sunlight outside the window became thinner and thinner. After sitting on the ground for a long time, Cheng Zhan finally felt a bit of coolness.

He closed his eyes, took a long, deep breath, and only then forced back the soreness that was about to overflow his eyes.

He packed the iron box again, closed the lid tightly, and put it back on the bottom shelf of the bookcase.

The phone thrown on the bed vibrated at this moment.The caller ID is Luo Qisheng.

Luo Qisheng's deep voice came over.Cheng Zhan admitted that there was a strange magic in this man's voice, and after he heard it, all kinds of depression would be gradually unraveled.

Luo Qisheng hesitated: "Senior, did you go to the shop with my mother?"

"Yes, I read it in the morning and had a meal at noon."

Then, Luo Qisheng said inexplicably, "Don't be nervous."

Cheng Zhan: "What do you mean?"

Luo Qisheng: "Even if you meet my dad, don't be nervous."

Cheng Zhan: "????"

Luo Qisheng: "Look at WeChat."

Only then did Cheng Zhan see that more than a dozen Wechat messages were continuously swiped on his mobile phone screen, filling up his screen.

Cheng Zhan clicked on the message curiously, and a new group was displayed on the conversation list.

"You have been invited by Qingqing Xiaotangtang to join the strict time and discipline group."

Cheng Zhan: "??"

Including him in the group, there are six people in total.

Cheng Zhan knew the heads of two of them, Luo Qisheng and Tang Qingyu.

The other three...

It couldn't be the other members of the Luo family.

really!

Xiaotangtang: [I pulled Ah Zhan @闲人成 into the group! @洛你小子 I didn’t know how to pull him into the group for so long!Want me to pull! 】

Xiaotangtang: [I went to see the store with Ah Zhan in the morning, I think it's very good, let me show you. 】

Then there was another series of photos, all of which were photos of the shop and surroundings that Tang Qingyu had taken before, some of which also included Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan was communicating with the real estate agent at that time, his whole profile was serious and cold, but very beautiful.

Luo Yiran followed Tang Qingyu with the avatar of "Miss Flight Attendant", sending several "love" emojis.

Young lady: [Hahahaha, mom is better at taking pictures of Ah Zhan than I am. 】

Xiaotangtang: [That must be done! 】

The only two women in the group supported 99+ chat records.

A piece of news from Luo Qisheng squeezed in between them, forcibly shouting a sense of presence.

Luo: [Mom, are you trying to scare him? 】

Xiaotangtang: [/fear/fear]

Xiaotangtang: [@罗我听谢你, how can Ah Zhan be so timid. 】

Cheng Zhan was still on the phone with Luo Qisheng.

Luo Qisheng said on the phone: "My mother and sister are talkative, don't bother with them."

"This is not good." Cheng Zhan politely edited a message and sent it to the group.

Idleman Cheng: [Hi everyone, I'm Cheng Zhan. @清清小糖糖 Thank you, Auntie. 】

Xiaotangtang: [@洛@洛@洛 See!Do you see it!Ah Zhan doesn't recognize him. /grimace】

At this moment, the head portrait appeared as a figure standing upright in a military posture.

Luo Weidong: [Are you Cheng Zhan?remember uncle 】

Seeing the three characters on the head portrait, Cheng Zhan's breathing stopped obviously.

I'm really nervous now.

Cheng Zhan asked Luo Qisheng for help: "No, your father's deterrent power is too strong. I'm afraid..."

Luo Qisheng hurriedly gave him a briefing: "My dad just looks scary, he has passed the most difficult level, you don't have to worry too much."

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Luo Weidong added Cheng Zhan's WeChat account.

Perhaps Luo Weidong knew that his coercion was too strong, so the first sentence gave Cheng Zhan a reassurance.

[I agree with you and Qisheng, so you don't have to be afraid of me. 】

Then, following the second sentence, Cheng Zhan stared straight at him.

[I led a team to rescue the landslide in Musui Mountain back then. I don’t know if you still have any memory. You were also sent to Cheng’s house by me. 】

Cheng Zhan's few impressions of Luo Weidong came after he arrived at Cheng's house.

In the first year of junior high school, Luo Weidong brought Luo Qisheng to Cheng's house as a guest.

What's more, when he was in his third year of high school, Luo Weidong went to the school to help Luo Qisheng drop out of school.

He never thought that he had met him in Musui when he was eight years old?

Luo Weidong's third sentence: [Do you still remember why you returned to Musui after returning to Jiangcheng? 】

Cheng Zhan lost his mind!

Fingers react faster than the brain: [Why? 】

Cheng Zhan fell to the spot.

That year, Tao Zhen brought him to Jiangcheng and lived in that small western-style building.

But in a hurry, within two years, Tao Zhen dragged her back to Musui.

On the day of leaving, Cheng Zhan had the impression that Tao Zhen's complexion was pale, and he kept saying "Killed" all the way...

"Ring-ring--"

At this time, Lin Yan's phone calls frantically came in.

"Ah Zhan! Go online and check it out!"

"what happened?"

"Your mother..."

Cheng Zhan opened Weibo without knowing it. He seldom uses Weibo. He doesn't care about entertainment gossip.

Cheng Zhan clicked on the trending search, and saw a trending search that was rising rapidly.

#20年前，Yanda Gaocai Xiaohua killed someone because of love#

A long article was posted on the top of Chaohua. Although the article was anonymous, Cheng Zhan could still tell that between the lines, it was about his mother Tao Zhen and Cheng Beishan.

At the end of the article, it actually says that Tao Zhen poisoned...killed Cheng Beishan.

Cheng Zhan never knew about this part.

Yanda, Gaocai, school belle.

These three nouns are enough for many netizens who are keen on gossip to dig out the secrets of the year.

And the most coquettish operation in this long article is that the author wrote it at the end.

"This article is purely fictitious, and any similarity is purely coincidental."

But readers who are familiar with routines know that the translation of this sentence is "This article is adapted from real events."

Why did this kind of news suddenly appear after more than 20 years of Tao Zhen's death.

Cheng Zhan grabbed his phone and stared numbly at the topic of rising faster.

The screen suddenly went dark, and a call with the words "Cheng Beishan" jumped out.

"Is 20.00% of Cheng Nanhe's shares in your hands?"