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In the room, Wu Sansheng and Wu Xie chatted for several hours, and Pan Zi stood outside waiting until dinner time, when he knocked on the door cautiously: "Master, it's time to eat, you ordered the old Beijing A private room for fried noodles."

Pan Zi knew what Wu Sansheng wanted to say to Wu Xie. In the end, he still felt sorry for Wu Xie, fearing that he would not be able to bear it, so he immediately knocked on the door when he saw that the time was almost up, hoping to relieve Wu Xie a little.

In the room, Wu Xie had a pale face. He couldn't empathize with what the previous generation experienced. He could only imagine what a tragic era it was from the perspective of a listener. Then?He still couldn't understand why Wu Sansheng wanted him to stay away from Zhang Qiling.

"Okay, let's go to dinner. You will stay with me for the next two days, and the school will take a leave of absence." Finally, Wu Sansheng said.

Wu Xie came back to her senses and was startled: "Why do I need to ask for leave? I still have to go to class!"

Wu Sansheng thought for a while, then compromised a little: "Then let Pan Zi take you there when there are classes, will this be okay?"

Wu Xie was dissatisfied: "Why don't you let me meet my brother? He didn't harm us, and he was even a victim!"

"Okay!" Wu Sansheng roared: "You don't understand these things, do as I tell you, otherwise you won't be able to take the class again!"

"□□! What kind of third uncle are you! You are simply a capitalist!" Wu Xie retorted.

Wu Sanxing sneered: "You're really right, our family was defined as a capitalist back then!"

"Old capitalists! Exploiting the people!"

"Hehe, hello, little capitalist."

Pan Zi stood at the door watching the two quarreling, and couldn't help but hold his forehead: Do you dare to argue like an adult?How can one or two look like the kindergarten class!

Although Wu Xie was very angry, he still went to eat noodles with fried sauce with Wu Sansheng, and even ate two bowls. He was very spineless...

In the vice president's office on the top floor of the Zhang's Building, Uncle Hai was playing with a pot of... huge cactus.

"Uncle Hai." Standing beside him, Zhang Qiling called out helplessly.

"Young master, your cactus is full of water and the soil is not right. The temperature in this room is too low and there is no sunlight..." Uncle Hai muttered to himself.

"Uncle Hai..." Zhang Qiling yelled again. Of course he didn't bring the old man here because of this pot of cactus that he brought over from the front desk. He had many questions to ask, but Uncle Hai didn't answer him at all.

"Master," Uncle Hai turned around and looked down at the floor, "Uncle Hai is getting old, so he can only help you arrange flowers and plants, other things...he is really powerless."

"You don't need to do anything, I just want to know something." Zhang Qiling said.

Uncle Hai shook his head: "It's better that you don't know about some things."

Zhang Qiling's eyes darkened, and he said, "I'm not ignorant of some things, I just came here to confirm with you."

Uncle Hai was taken aback, looked up at Zhang Qiling, and asked cautiously, "What do you know?"

"The matter of the Wu family, as well as my father and mother." Zhang Qiling paused, looked at the stunned Uncle Hai, and continued: "I just don't understand why he took me back."

Uncle Hai was stunned for a long time, and finally burst into tears, and he sighed: "Oh... you made a crime, you made a crime!"

"Uncle Hai, even if you don't tell me, I won't let it go." Zhang Qiling said.

Zhang Qiling's words worked in the end. Uncle Hai cried for a while and then intermittently talked about the past. The past is the same as what Wu Sansheng said, but the various conflicts in the family are more detailed and clear, which also makes Zhang Qiling more certain. Who is to blame for the death of his parents.

"...Your father's death aggravated the condition of the master, and the second and third masters were ready to move. After the death of the master, they first teamed up to frame the Wu family, and then they fought in the nest, causing both losers. In the end, the third master finally left the house, It wasn't long before he was found freezing to death on the street. The second master was in high spirits, and caught up with the good times again, so he started this company with the treasure he snatched from the Wu family." Speaking of this, Uncle Hai took a breath, and then continued: " Maybe God has eyes, and soon, the retribution of the second master's crimes fell on his son who was not yet a year old. One day, the young master suddenly had a high fever and died before being sent to the hospital. Later, the second wife's stomach stopped moving, and she went to the hospital for an examination and found nothing, so the second master raised children outside, one, two, three... just never conceived a child. Once, there was finally a The girl is pregnant, the second master is happy, and the second wife is also happy, who knows that after the baby is born, the blood type is wrong, and the private doctor that the second master specially hired said that it is not the second master's species."

"So, he remembered me." Zhang Qiling said suddenly.

Uncle Hai nodded: "Yes, the matter of that child made the second master understand. He said that it is better to get you back than to take advantage of the wild child whose origin is unknown."

"How did he find me?" Zhang Qiling asked.

Uncle Hai thought for a while, and said: "The blood of your Zhang family is very strange, and the blood type is very rare. This is why the child was not considered to be of Zhang family blood when he was born. The second master wants to find you, but where is the vast sea of ​​people?" It was so easy, so he entrusted his friends from the medical school to call every major hospital in the country, and whenever there was such a rare blood type, they would come to notify him. Did you go to the hospital for a blood test at that time? "

Zhang Qiling was slightly stunned, didn't he have a blood test, and Wu Xie was sad for several days because he couldn't give himself a blood transfusion.

But Zhang Qiling didn't understand again: "The blood type is rare, so why does grandpa still suspect that I am not my father's son?"

Uncle Hai smiled wryly: "It's not your second uncle's fault. He knew many doctors when he was young. It's not difficult to secretly exchange your blood type report. Later, it's easy to ask someone to find you. It's a pity, no matter how much he knows. Doctor, he can't cure his childless disease."

The truth has come to light, and the culprit of all the disasters seems to have been punished by God, but Zhang Qiling doesn't believe in karma, he wants to do it himself.

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