The way I came back wasn't right

The short recording came to an abrupt end here, and Su Zejin's face was indescribably ugly.

Shen Huai, who also heard the recording, went to Su Zejin's side, turned up the volume of the computer, and Jiang Junguo's crazy voice sounded clearly in the studio again.

Su Zejin's gaze shifted from the computer screen to Shen Huaiyi's face.

Shen Huaiyi was not in a hurry to speak, but listened carefully again, and then said to Su Zejin: "This recording does not sound like it is over. Can you guess who sent it?"

Su Zejin was in a daze.He said, "Well... sorry, I lost my composure."

Repeating twice is enough for Su Zejin to hear this short recording clearly. He first paused the playback, then slowly relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the back of the chair... When he spoke to Shen Huaiyi again, He had already regained his usual ease: "I can almost guess it. I can't think of anyone other than Lin Meijun who would send me something with such an unknown meaning."

Shen Huai let out a "hmm": "Why do you think she sent this to you?"

This is not a simple question, Su Zejin glanced at Shen Huai: "What do you mean?"

"She obviously wants something from you." Shen Huai said.

Su Zejin smiled: "You want to talk about that share?"

As soon as Shen Huai sat on the sofa next to Su Zejin, he crossed his legs and leaned on the armrest in a very relaxed posture: "I have met Lin Meijun once or twice, and he is not a difficult person to analyze."

Su Zejin made a gesture of please.

Shen Huaiyi said: "Excessive attention to manners proves that she is not confident; frequent social interaction shows that she is eager to prove herself or enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by people; and from the perspective of her relationship with her husband and son—"

"You can even see this?" Su Zejin couldn't help interrupting Shen Huaiyi.

Shen Huai smiled, and finished what he hadn't finished: "——they are not close."

"So?" Su Zejin asked.

"So this is a woman who enjoys attention, is not confident, is suspicious, or has a desire to control." Shen Huaiyi said, "If you want to deal with the other party, your honesty cannot guarantee the other party's honesty." He said slightly to Su Zejin Laughing, "That's my suggestion."

"Thank you very much." Su Zejin gave Shen Huai a hug, and when the two separated, he said apologetically, "But I have to go home now, and I have to sort out my affairs." He put U The disk was removed from the computer.

"Of course." Shen Huai stood up and sent Su Zejin to the door.

"See you next time," Su Zejin said to Shen Huaiyi at the door, "I hope I won't bring such a disappointment next time."

The light from the porch outlined Shen Huaiyi's figure from behind.

His face and expression could not be clearly revealed in the backlight, but this made people feel an unusual sense of tranquility.

Su Zejin heard the other party say: "It's no big deal, I'd be happy to do some analysis for you. It's nothing too complicated."

"Goodbye." Su Zejin gave the other party a smile and drove away.He needs to do two things now, one is to ask Chen Jian to analyze whether there are any traces of artificial synthesis in the recording, and the other is to go back to his home and dig out those old photos of his mother... maybe Yes, talk to my grandfather...

Su Zejin was actually not quite able to describe Su Xiaxi accurately.

It's not a question of looks.

Even after 21 years, Su Zejin still clearly remembers his mother's appearance. He can tell every detail of his mother's face, and he can clearly outline his mother's appearance as long as he closes his eyes.

He has somewhat... forgotten the details of getting along with his mother.

He remembered that he and his mother had been to the park, but he forgot what they had done in the park.

He remembered his mother holding him on her lap, but he forgot what she said as he chased after her curly hair.

Looking back now, he flipped through the photos, the one wearing a long skirt and leaning lazily on the chaise longue, the face with a faint smile, young and beautiful just like his peers.

He grew up, but she did not grow old.

Time stands still here.

Su Zejin put together the albums in his hands.

This old photo album was once filled with photos of the family of three, but now, only Su Xiaxi and him are left.

It wasn't Su Zejin who did it.

Was he three or four at that time?After his mother knew about Jiang Junguo's cheating, she always lowered her voice and quarreled with Jiang Junguo in the bedroom. The orders of the hostess and hostess are only for children, and adults often underestimate their IQ and vitality.

Su Zejin lay on the door several times and listened to the quarrel between his mother and Jiang Junguo.

Even the reason why grandpa went to investigate Jiang Junguo later was because he slipped his tongue in front of grandpa.

He even saw his mother sitting in front of the photo album one night, sneering, twisting her face, tore off all the parts of the photo album that contained Jiang Junguo, lit it on the flame, and burned it into charred ashes.

The flame in the washbasin seemed to jump to his mother's face at this moment.

This kind of dark light swirled and raged on his mother's face until he accidentally made a noise, and the mother who was sitting on the chair suddenly turned her head and saw him.

That familiar face was full of strong malice, and the sneer turned into a hideous one, turning the pretty face into an ugly one.

Su Zejin still remembers that it was the first and only time in his life that his arm was firmly grasped by someone's hand, and the sharp nails were sunk into the flesh.

The pain and fear made him cry out.

Afterwards, his mother seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and quickly hugged him into her arms and patted him comfortingly. After patted, her head dropped to his shoulder.

Looking back on the past now, Su Zejin feels that her mother probably desperately needed to vent at that time.

Whether it's getting angry and smashing, or crying, or pouring out her pain to her father and then being comforted by him.

But it didn't.

She didn't say anything to her child, nor did she say anything to her father. She didn't cry or cry, but cleaned up the expression on her face, took his hand with a smile on her face and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I gave him a cake to eat, and then watched him eat a big white beard.

And then, so many years passed in a flash.

Su Zejin looked around the bedroom that had been kept for many years. He felt an indescribable discomfort, and it was this discomfort that made him give up his plan to talk to his grandfather.

The pain felt by an old man losing his daughter must be greater than that of a child losing his mother.

The old man raised his daughter for 31 years, and he only accompanied his mother for five years.

And the love of parents is always more than the love of children.

There seemed to be the sound of a car driving in outside the villa.

Before Su Zejin went to see who the guest was, his cell phone rang, and it was Chen Jian's call.

"Why don't you come up directly?" Su Zejin asked directly after answering the phone.

"I still have some things to do later, so I won't stay at your house." Chen Jian said on the phone, "The thing you asked me to analyze just now has the result."

Su Zejin said 'hmm': "Wait, I'm going down now." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, Su Zejin walked to Chen Jian's car in his pajamas, and took the USB flash drive he had just handed to Chen Jian.

Chen Jian said: "There is no trace of modification on this audio, but obviously not all of it." He paused, "What are your plans now?"

Su Zejin played with the U disk in his hand, and said, "That's it."

"What does that mean?"

"A little game," Su Zejin said with a smile, "Lin Meijun made a move, it's quite interesting, I'll just continue." He didn't talk about this topic too much, but talked about Chen Jian's matter, "You are now Going? Why come here if you have something to do?"

"I have something to do with a friend. It's mainly on the way, so I'll bring it to you directly." Chen Jian said.

"Okay, bye."

"Well, contact me if you have something to do." Chen Jian said.

"Can I be polite to you?" Su Zejin smiled. He watched Chen Jian's car disappear into the night, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and dialed a phone number directly.

Jiang Rongxu was in the Jiang family's villa at this time, serving tea and water to his father.

After confronting Su Zejin twice in succession, without exception, his face was ashamed. I don't know if it was because of the leak in the house, but Lian Yeyu, the scar on his face was seen by an opponent in the circle, and that opponent was in the circle. After a lot of publicity, everyone knew that Jiang Rongxu had picked a big somersault and his face was slapped!

...What the hell is going on...

Jiang Rongxu wanted to clarify, but when he thought of Su Zejin jumping out to tell the whole story if he clarified halfway, he felt a sense of terror that his face would really fall into the cesspit.

Forget it, just calm down and flatter the old man to try to dig out some real power as soon as possible.

Jiang Rongxu had no choice but to comfort himself like this.

With power, he will be different from those dandies, and of course he doesn't have to mix with them to explain anything; besides, when he has capital in his hands, who will care about the mature people who work with him? His little shit?

But the premise of these is that he can indeed dig out considerable power from Jiang Junguo.

But the facts now are far from Jiang Rongxu's calculation.

Jiang Rongxu stood in the corner of the living room looking at his mother who was smiling happily and his father who looked calm.

Since he was a child, he has never been very close to his father, and he has always felt that the other party is so majestic and terrifying.

But he always thought—at least a few days ago, that the three of them were still a family, and even if his father valued Su Zejin, he would not completely ignore him...

But what kind of "not completely ignoring" will make the son circle around the father for a week without getting a better face from the father?

Of course, he does get some powers.

Jiang Junguo is not mean.

But the acquisition of these powers is simply like a cold deal...

Is it his delusion?

Or has his father always looked like this all these years?

Then why is it different for Su Zejin?

The phone's ringtone suddenly rang in the living room!

Jiang Rongxu woke up from his contemplation, picked up the phone and looked, it was an unknown number.

I don't know which grandson it is.Jiang Rongxu picked up the phone and said lazily, "Hello?"

"Long time no see, how is Young Master Jiang?" Su Zejin's voice came from the phone clearly, even with a smile.

And with a smile!

Jiang Rongxu didn't even hold the phone securely at this moment!

He stood up from the sofa in a panic, said "you" quickly, and remembered that he still had a grip on the opponent's hand, so he quickly bit his teeth, but the bite was too fast and accidentally injured his tongue, which hurt him so much Tears are about to fall.

"Jiang Shao's voice sounds very excited, why, it's like three autumns since you haven't seen me for a day?" Su Zejin was still teasing leisurely over there.

While enduring the pain on the tip of his tongue, Jiang Rongxu turned his mind quickly to think about what Su Zejin was calling.The relationship between the two people and the several times of contact made him really not know how to talk to Su Zejin, so he had to walk quickly to the terrace, and said with a fake smile: "Don't dare to be Mr. Su and say 'less'!" After a pause , he still chose to ask directly, "What are you doing calling?" Could it be that you wanted to threaten him with those photos?

Thinking of this, Jiang Rongxu's heart couldn't help but jump up.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it." Su Zejin said casually.

Just blow it!

"Your mother gave me something recently, and I happened to be a little interested." Su Zejin said.

Sure enough, it's a photo—err...?

"But the son of the ex-wife is too close to the wife in the back. I'm afraid that Jiang Junhui will think of something bad." Su Zejin laughed.

...You also worry that your father thinks of something bad?Who made a big fuss when I first came to visit?Do you dare to find a more refined excuse?

"So if your mother wants to contact me," Su Zejin said slowly, "just let you contact me. Remember, I will only answer your messages and give you messages, and everyone else will not. So good night , my lovely half brother."

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Rongxu stared at the darkened mobile phone in his hand, speechless for a long time.

He turned to look at his parents in the living room.

The distance between him and them—he discovered for the first time, whether it was his father or his mother—he and them were the same as where he was standing at the moment, he was outside, and they were inside, separated from each other by force A thick layer of glass.

He doesn't seem to know anything.

It seems that life is in this moment, and everything is upside down.