Become the white moonlight of the attack

A week later

Jiang Zhuo suddenly received a call from Song Chengsheng, who politely asked him if he could come out to have a casual meal with his family.

Jiang Zhuo was a little surprised holding the phone, it was just after ten o'clock, and there was still a long time before lunch.

The other party heard that he was hesitant, and spoke very politely, "If it's inconvenient, you can change it to night, is that okay?"

Jiang Zhuo knew about Song Chengsheng from Fu Shixin. He is in his 50s and is a well-known figure in the imperial capital. The Shenglong Enterprise under his name is also a leader in the catering industry.

He is kind to others, and his relationship with his wife is very harmonious. More than ten years ago, his family went to live abroad, mostly because his wife could not forget the dead child.

Out of curiosity about the Song family, Jiang Zhuo agreed to eat.

"Okay, but I might be late at noon."

Song Chengsheng was very happy, and Jiang Zhuo could hear his speech speed was a bit disordered through the mobile phone.

"It's okay, I'll pick you up at twelve noon."

"12:30, um, I want to talk to...Shixin."

"Okay, then... shall we see you or not?"

"Well, thank you Uncle Song."

"You're welcome, we thank you."

Jiang Zhuo hung up the phone and looked at the time. Fu Shixin went to Xicheng for inspection, and it would be twelve o'clock when he came back. He thought that half an hour should be enough to appease him.

It turned out that it was past twelve o'clock, and Fu Shixin hadn't come back yet. Jiang Zhuo called to ask the reason, and only then did he know that something happened in Xicheng District, and Fu Shixin would not be back until the afternoon.

Jiang Zhuo told him about having lunch with the Song family. Fu Shixin was surprised and told him that if he didn't like it, he could push it for him, and he didn't have to care about the friendship between the two families.

Fu Shixin really doted on him, Jiang Zhuo smiled and said he was relieved and told him to be careful before hanging up the phone.

As soon as the phone was hung up, he received a call from Song Chengsheng.

Jiang Zhuo hurriedly said that he would go down, and left with his mobile phone.

Song Chengsheng was standing downstairs in the company wearing a black suit. He had delicate features, fair skin, and looked much younger than his actual age.For some reason, whenever Jiang Zhuo saw Song Chengsheng's face, he always felt like he had seen it somewhere.

Song Chengsheng parked his private car behind him, and when he saw Jiang Zhuo coming down, he immediately went up to him.

"Coming?" The seemingly casual sentence made him prepare for a long time.

"Uncle Song." Jiang Zhuo greeted politely.

Song Chengsheng opened the car door and motioned for Jiang Zhuo to sit in the co-pilot. Suddenly being treated like this by his elders, Jiang Zhuo was a little at a loss, "Uncle Song, you don't need to be like this."

"It's okay, you'll know why when you get home."

Song Chengsheng spoke vaguely, but Jiang Zhuo heard it clearly. It seems that something is going to happen today.

What Song Chengsheng took Jiang Zhuo to was not the residence next to Mr. Fu, but a high-end residential area very close to his home. Jiang Zhuo didn't know it before, but now he suddenly felt that the emperor said it was big, but it was also small, and the people he knew actually All live nearby.

Song Chengsheng's house is no different from Fu's house, the three-story bungalow has a big yard, but Song's yard is full of flowers and plants.

Song Chengsheng parked the car outside the courtyard, Jiang Zhuo and Song Chengsheng got out of the car together, and within two steps, they saw Song Jiaxin running over from a distance to open the door for them.

"Brother Jiang, you are here!"

Jiang Zhuo smiled at her awkwardly.

Jiang Zhuo was invited to the living room. At this time, Zhou Ruobing and Mr. Song were sitting on the sofa in the living room and waiting anxiously. When they saw them coming in, they stood up nervously. Zhou Ruobing looked like he was about to cry.

"Auntie, Grandpa Song" Jiang Zhuo greeted politely, but Grandpa Song directly held his hand, "Hey, good boy, you're finally here."

"You are..."

"Let's eat first, and talk while eating." Song Chengsheng stood in front of everyone and motioned for the table to be served first.

Mr. Song agreed with his son's words and took his family to sit down for dinner.

Sure enough, the dishes on the table were all Jiang Zhuo's favorites. He couldn't figure out what the Song family meant, so he could only pretend to be quiet and eat with his head down.

Towards the end, Song Jiaxin, who was sitting next to Jiang Zhuo, suddenly put down her chopsticks with a very serious expression.

"Brother Jiang, I heard that you can't remember what happened before you were five years old?"

Jiang Zhuo noticed that when Song Jiaxin said this, the expressions of the rest of the Song family were very intriguing.

"Well, I got an illness that year, and I couldn't remember it when I woke up."

Song Chengsheng and his wife Zhou Ruobing looked at each other with excitement.

"Is your grandma's surname Li? Your father's name is Jiang Baoguo, and your mother's name is Li Cuiying."

Jiang Zhuo was not surprised that Zhou Ruobing would know about his parents, "Well, yes."

"That's right, that's right." Zhou Ruobing happily walked in front of Jiang Zhuo and grabbed Jiang Zhuo's hand. Her phoenix eyes, which were very similar to Jiang Zhuo's, were already filled with tears, "My good boy, Mom finally found you."

"Mom?" Jiang Zhuo obviously didn't understand what Zhou Ruobing meant, he looked back at Song Chengsheng hoping to get an answer.

Song Chengsheng called Jiang Zhuo to come today to tell him the truth, the meal has been eaten, and we can have a good chat.

In order to show the formality of the Song family to Jiang Zhuo, Jiang Zhuo was invited into Song Chengsheng's study, the whole family sat on the sofa in a proper manner, and Jiang Zhuo sat alone opposite them.

The study room is large, but if five people enter it at once, it will be somewhat crowded.

Mr. Song sat beside him with a deep and silent expression, Zhou Ruobing kept staring at Jiang Zhuo with his red eyes, as if he was afraid that he would never see him again, Song Jiaxin was the calmest one, actually playing with his mobile phone.

Song Chengsheng sat in the middle with a serious face, and slowly spoke out his purpose for finding Jiang Zhuo.

This incident started about 25 years ago. At that time, the couple had no daughter Song Jiaxin and only had a five-year-old child. In the summer 25 years ago, Zhou Ruobing and Song Chengsheng took their five-year-old child to a summer camp held by the school. Activities, summer camp registration is temporarily arranged at the gate of the kindergarten, and the parents who have completed the registration will take their children into the campus for temporary training.

Song Chengsheng handed his son to Zhou Ruobing and ran to pay the fee. Parents with children came up to chat with them. Zhou Ruobing chatted with them kindly. After a while, Song Chengsheng came back and found that his son was missing. At first they thought the child was playful, but they found a They didn't find the children for hours, and there were two women's children who were lost with their children. Song Chengsheng asked carefully what happened, and said that they all met a woman who approached him. The woman was thin and had a five-year-old girl beside her. boy, boy wearing white short-sleeved shirt, blue shorts.

Song Chengsheng thought to himself that he might have encountered a human trafficker, so he immediately called the police, and the police dispatched an investigation. The other two children were found in the dilapidated ruins in the suburbs the next afternoon and sent back home. According to the dictation of the two children , the traffickers were two people, a man and a woman with a child, the child seemed to be still sick, after leaving them at night, he ran away with Song Chengsheng's child and his own child.

The police continued to chase, and found the child in the neighboring village of Zhaojia Village ten days later, but when Song Chengsheng and his wife rushed over, they told the traffickers that in order to avoid being chased by the police, they drove into a big tree on the side of the road. He fell off a cliff, and the children of the Song family were in the car.

The person died, the child was gone, and all the clues were broken. The Song family was disheartened. After a few days, the police informed them that the traffickers were Jiang Baoguo and Li Cuiying. Jiang Zhuo.Jiang Baoguo also has an old mother named Li who lives in Zhaojia Village, a neighboring village.

Song Chengsheng went to find the old man without telling his wife, and since his child was gone, he couldn't sit idly by. There must be an explanation for this matter.

Song Chengsheng went to the old lady's place just as his grandson Jiang Zhuo had a fever and was sent to the hospital. Song Chengsheng inquired with the neighbors and found out that the child was also seriously ill at the age of five. The child grew up with his grandmother, and his parents went out to work to raise money The money is for the child to see a doctor, but the bad news of the death of the parents came out after this.

Song Chengsheng pushed away the thatched hut in front of him, looked at the living environment of the old lady, and was moved with compassion.

That's it, this matter is nothing, Song Chengsheng has never met Jiang Zhuo, nor the old lady.

It has been 25 years since Mr. Fu was there that day. Mr. Song felt friendly when he saw Jiang Zhuo. When he got home, he mentioned this to Song Chengsheng. When Song Chengsheng heard the name of the child, he was very shocked and immediately asked someone to investigate Jiang Zhuo.

When he saw Jiang Zhuo's photo, he knew at a glance that this was his son. Because he was concerned about his wife's physical condition, Song Chengsheng concealed it at first. Tell Zhou Ruobing the question.

That's why Song Chengsheng wanted to confess to Jiang Zhuo today.

Hearing Song Chengsheng's explanation, Jiang Zhuo found it incredible that he had a high fever when he was five years old, and he didn't remember anything after the fever. The neighbors never mentioned his parents, and his grandma kept silent.

According to Song Chengsheng, if he is their child, then grandma must know about it.

How could grandma keep silent for the rest of her life if she knew about it?

Jiang Zhuo felt that this story was too absurd. The Song family might really be kind to their son, ignoring basic common sense.

"I know you won't believe it. I have inquired about it. Your grandma treats you very well. You have been dependent on each other for more than 20 years. But Jiang Zhuo, can I ask you one thing? Can you look at it from our Fu and Song families? In terms of friendship, do a paternity test with me?"

Song Chengsheng's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, and everyone could hear his nervousness, not only him, Mr. Song, Zhou Ruobing, even Song Jiaxin who was playing with the mobile phone at the beginning also looked anxious.

Jiang Zhuo looked at them and didn't know how to respond for a moment. The paternity test was nothing, and he would feel more at ease after reassuring their worries, but he didn't expect that the Jiang family and the Song family would have such a bad relationship.

If not fine, if yes?that grandma...

Jiang Zhuo didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was in a mess, with his loved ones on the one hand, and the Song family who were struggling to find a child on the other, if the result was what he feared most, how would he face it?

"I... can I go back and think about it?" Jiang Zhuo lowered his head, the broken hair on his forehead covered his troubled eyes.

Song Chengsheng said disappointedly, "Okay, I'll take you back."

On the way back, Song Chengsheng was very quiet, he didn't talk about the paternity test anymore, Jiang Zhuo didn't go back to Jintai, and asked Song Chengsheng to send him to his home.

Since the Spring Festival, Jiang Zhuo has only come back twice, one time to change clothes, one time to collect property, and the two times did not add up to 10 minutes.

The home was still the same as when he left, because no one cleaned it, the tables, chairs, sofa, and the floor were all covered with a thin layer of dust.

Jiang Zhuo walked into the bedroom, opened the drawer on the bedside table, and took out a framed photo, which was the only photo of him and his grandma together.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in the yard of his hometown, and he is standing behind grandma. At that time, he was still a little young and had short hair.

This photo was taken in the yard with his grandma when he got the admission notice. Think about it, 12 years have passed.

Jiang Zhuo stared at grandma's photo in a daze, not daring to think about what he heard from the Song family.

Fu Shixin called in the afternoon, and only then did he know that he had returned to his apartment. Fu Shixin drove over to look for him, and saw Jiang Zhuo sitting in front of the window with his back turned to him.

"How long have you been here?" instead of "Why are you here"

Jiang Zhuo moved his stiff body, and put the photo in his hand back into the drawer, "Not long, just an hour."

"Go home?" Fu Shixin walked by, putting his hand on his shoulder and clenching it lightly.

"Ah."

Fu Shixin saw that Jiang Zhuo didn't take the photo, "Don't you take grandma's photo with you?"

"No." Jiang Zhuo felt weak all over, and just wanted to hurry back and sleep.

Fu Shixin took Jiang Zhuo away, and looked around the house before going out, "I'll have someone come over and clean it tomorrow, if you want to come back, we'll come back and live."

Jiang Zhuo was surprised and raised his eyebrows, "Would you like to live here? That house..."

Fu Shixin saw a gleam of joy in his confused eyes, and couldn't help scratching the bridge of his nose, "Fool, wherever you are, home is where you are, and our home is up to you."

When he got home at night, Jiang Zhuo nestled in Fu Shixin's arms, and told Fu Shixin exactly what he had heard at Song's house.

Fu Shixin was not surprised, but seeing Jiang Zhuo worrying about this matter, he couldn't bear it.

"What do you think?" Fu Shixin rested his chin on Jiang Zhuo's shoulder, and held his hand with both hands. Jiang Zhuo's hand was still cold in the beginning of spring. Sometimes he still wondered whether Jiang Zhuo's last life was a cold Death, ghosts, rebirth.

"Me?" Jiang Zhuo opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer.

"Sleep, wake up and talk about it tomorrow."