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Shen Zhifei sent Zhang Yao away, went back to the living room and threw herself heavily onto the sofa. Even though she was not too heavy, the sofa also creaked quite loudly under the impact of the fall.

Really haunted.

The days have been so comfortable recently, she almost forgot that she has so many relatives.

In fact, she seldom loses her temper like this. The children in the store know that their boss is a good-tempered person. When they see her, she always has a smile on her face, as if she has never had anything bad. , even if there is, she can laugh it off.

Shen Zhifei also thinks that there are not many things and people that can make her mood fluctuate too much, and most of them are related to Zhang Yao and her family.

But these people are different.

As soon as she saw them, she would think of her father, the man who always smiled and reasoned with her, the man who carried the whole family on his shoulders, the man who... loved his wife and children until his death.

Shen Zhifei clenched his fists tightly, feeling like there was a long and thin needle in his brain, probing deep and shallow into the depths of his head, or stirring violently, turning the brain along with the nerves and brain.

After seeing the selfishness and ruthlessness of these people, she couldn't pretend that nothing happened, let alone reconcile with them.

Their high-sounding excuses made Shen Zhifei feel disgusted when he saw them.

The phone on the coffee table flickered for a moment, then went off again.

Shen Zhifei picked it up, took a few deep breaths to calm down, her head was still hurting, she opened the phone.

It's news from my cousin.

Shen Zhifei locked the phone without looking at it, she knew that it was nothing more than a kind apology or something.

She knew what kind of temperament her cousin was. Even though she was sensible, she couldn't be tough in front of his mother.

Although he never made things difficult for Shen Zhifei, in the final analysis, he didn't stop his mother when she was pissed off.

Let him talk about his beloved cousin over and over again, which made him feel ashamed.

Shen Zhifei is not a god, but an ordinary person who grew up in the mortal world.Even if she wouldn't vent her anger on her cousin, she couldn't give him any good looks at this time.

Wouldn't it be a bit too holy to forgive those who hurt you so easily?She can't do it.

Zhang Yao didn't go straight out, but chatted with the neighbor who was resting in front of her house.

It was the aunt who answered her questions back then, and she is no longer young now, and she has no impression of Zhang Yao, a girl who has only been here a few times.

Zhang Yao asked her, "Didn't you say that Shen Zhifei's family moved out earlier?"

The aunt frowned, probably wondering who Zhang Yao was, and after a while she let out a "sigh", "At that time, she was planning to move out, and she even found a place to buy a house, so Xiao Fei brought someone to see her." Look, I don’t know why it didn’t sell.”

After finally finding someone to chat with, the aunt continued, as if she couldn't stop talking, "I haven't seen anyone coming in and out since then, so the neighbors in this area think they've moved out."

"Then do you know why they want to sell the house?" Zhang Yao asked.

"I don't know." The aunt pinched her calf, "But that kid, Xiao Fei, went out early and came back late every day, so he didn't know what to do when he went out."

Zhang Yao frowned slightly, and asked, "About when?"

The aunt recalled again, "It seems to be the year after she graduated from high school."

Zhang Yao thought about it, and that time should be Shen Zhifei's freshman year.

Leaving early and returning late?

G University is not in the province, and there is no university in Linwan, so it is impossible for Shen Zhifei to go home every day.

There is only one possibility, that is, Shen Zhifei didn't go to G University, maybe even didn't go to university at all?

This sudden guess surprised Zhang Yao herself.

How could Shen Zhifei not go to college?

She still remembers that when Shen Zhifei talked about the goal of the ideal university in the future in high school, the immature face showed obvious expectations.

Zhang Yao couldn't imagine the reason why she would give up going to college like this, and she didn't dare to imagine.

"Thank you." Zhang Yao showed a rather reluctant smile to her neighbor, and the light on the neighbor's porch reflected the water in her eyes, which was fleeting.

She turned around and wanted to knock on Shen Zhifei's door, and wanted to ask what happened in those years that made her what she is now.

But a second before her hand touched the door, Zhang Yao stopped.

Shen Zhifei managed to calm down, and she didn't look like she really wanted to mention these things, and she was still sick.

Or wait a little longer.

She said she would explain and she would do it, just wait.

They still have a long way to go.

Shen Zhifei didn't sleep well all night, not to mention hot and cold, he sweated all over under the action of the antipyretics, his cotton pajamas were soaked, and even the sheet under his body was a bit damp.

At six o'clock in the morning, Shen Zhifei got up, washed his pajamas after washing, made himself a cup of soy milk, and finished his breakfast with bread.

She still has plans today, so she has to go out.

Before going out, Shen Zhifei didn't forget to take a forehead thermometer to measure his temperature, and only went out when he saw a normal reading.

Shen Zhifei drove the car very slowly, like a pebble lost in the river in the constant traffic, not knowing where to go, and could only be pushed forward by the current.

Shen Zhifei stared blankly at the marking line on the road ahead, her hands on the steering wheel were tightly clenched, as if she was escaping from her upcoming destination, she wished she could step on the brake and stop there.

But she suddenly missed her mother a little bit.

Shen Zhifei parked the car in front of the huge building, didn't get out of the car, just sat in the car and quietly looked at the building that looked like a huge monster.

It locks a person's freedom, and separates a family's fireworks.

This is the third time she has come here this year. Every time she sits quietly for a long time, but she never goes in.

Shen Zhifei counted the days, and she will be able to come out in less than half a year.

That's right, her mother was imprisoned in this women's prison.

There was an accident at work back then, my mother didn’t know people well, and met people who were not kind, and the kind-hearted helpers pushed her to block the knife without hesitation in a critical moment. I once said that benevolence, righteousness and morality are related to my own danger. It's nothing more than farting when it's time.

At that time, Shen Zhifei knew for the first time that some friendships seemed indestructible, but once they were touched by money, they could become fragile and dirty.

Dad tried various methods, and even used up a lot of the family's savings, but he still couldn't let her escape the nine-year prison sentence.By the beginning of spring next year, she will be released after serving her sentence.

Shen Zhifei raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.

She hasn't figured out how to tell her mother about her father.

Dad was still saying before that when mom comes back, our family will be able to live a good life again, and we will stop causing trouble.

But he couldn't wait until his mother came home, and he didn't even see Ah Ming grow up.

Mom relied on Dad so much, she couldn't imagine how Mom would react once she knew the sad news of Dad's death.

It was fine before I went in, but when I came back, there was a difference between yin and yang.

In these years, Shen Zhifei only dared to write letters to communicate with his mother, and never dared to mention the family situation in the letters. Only when his mother asked in the reply, she had to mention it, but at most it was just a word of reassurance. Don't read it.

Mom and Ah Ming were all she had, and she couldn't bear the pain of losing any one of them.

No matter which one of these two people is missing, she will die.

Shen Zhifei looked at the gate of the prison, bent his lips, and his eyes were still bloodshot.

Now Ah Ming has grown up and is sensible, and her mother is about to go home. Her income from the coffee shop is stable.

Everything is getting better, she should look forward to the future.

When my mother comes out, Ah Ming is about to take the college entrance examination, and the family will be in harmony by then, how wonderful it will be.

And Zhang Yao.

If there is Zhang Yao in the future, then the many regrets in her past life will be less.

If it is doomed to be irretrievable, as long as Zhang Yao can do well, that's fine.

In Shen Zhifei's plan, the worst outcome has always been included in the high probability event.If she gets a good result, she is lucky, and a bad result is expected, so even if it is not satisfactory, she will not be too disappointed.

The days just go by day by day, and the time goes by like that.

Zhang Yao feels that fate is really an unpredictable thing.If you say this place is big, she can meet Shen Zhifei several times in a week; if you say this place is small, she has been going out every day for a month, but she has never met Shen Zhifei once.

Just when she thought Shen Zhifei was going to hide again, Shen Zhifei sent a message.

--"free tonight?"

Shen Zhifei picked up the phone next to the drawing and unlocked it, and raised his eyebrows.

Is this figured out?

She put down the pen she was sketching and typed with her fingertips flying.

——Speak straight.

It seems too blunt, delete it.

—Do you want to book my night?

It seems too unreserved, delete it.

After several minutes of deletion, deletion and modification, Zhang Yao finally sent only two words:

"available."

She still remembered what Shen Zhifei said to give her some time. Shen Zhifei hadn't contacted her for so long, and now there was a sudden movement. Zhang Yao guessed that Shen Zhifei might be ready to explain to her.

Shen Zhifei sent Zhang Yao the time and place.

At 07:30 in the evening, taro balls with fresh milk.

Throughout the afternoon, Zhang Yao was always distracted when drawing the picture. She modified a line countless times, but still couldn't draw the desired effect.

She always involuntarily began to think about what Shen Zhifei's explanation would be. She had a feeling that the reason why Shen Zhifei said it was probably something she had never thought about, and Shen Zhifei's current situation should be related to that reason. relationship.

In the end, I simply lumped the scrapped drawings into balls and threw them into the trash can.

In the evening, when it was time for fresh milk and taro balls, the boss was leaning against the counter and watching the TV hanging on the opposite wall. A variety show was playing inside, and a male artist was smiling exaggeratedly.

"Yo." The boss caught a glimpse of Zhang Yao who had just entered, and said with a familiar smile, "Here we are."

"En." Zhang Yao nodded, "I have an appointment, can I order later?"

The boss pointed to the door in the inner room, "She ordered and waited inside for a while."

Zhang Yao was stunned for a moment, then said back to God, "Thank you."

When she walked in, she didn't see anyone, but she saw coffee snow tops and taro milk tea on the table where she used to sit.

The eyes seemed to have sand in them, and they were sore and unbearable for a moment, and they almost shed tears.