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Because of the large number of people, the party lasted for a long time, and when the banquet was over, it was already dark.

Zhou Zhou and Zhang Ailin were walking on the path home. They obviously didn't drink, but Zhang Ailin smelled of alcohol on her body. Zhou Zhou jokingly said, "Has Arlene gone to drink secretly behind my back?"

"I didn't!" Zhang Ailin quickly defended herself, "How dare I!" She always added this sentence because she was afraid that she might not express it clearly enough.

Zhou Zhou was teased by her so that he laughed out loud and shook his arms. Since the two were holding hands, he also shook Zhang Ailin's arm: "I'm just kidding."

"You look like that, Wang Sheng will always feel sad." Arlene said suddenly.

Zhou Zhou shook his arm even harder: "What's the matter? Are you unhappy?"

How can it.

Arlene almost jumped up for joy.

Zhou Zhou's actions are more powerful than thousands of words of confession.

Seeing that Zhang Ailin was silent, Zhou Zhou suddenly jumped in front of her, raised his head and looked at her with a smile on his face: "Are you happy or not?"

The unbearable smile on Zhang Ailin's face already answered everything.

But Zhou Zhou wanted to tease her.

"Wang Sheng is sorry." Arlene expressed her apology to Wang Sheng in the distance in her heart.

Large pieces of poplar catkins kept falling from the tops of the poplar trees planted beside the city roads, gathered in the air, piled up on the ground, and condensed into white flowers one after another, like gray clouds, swirling with the breeze.

The laughter of the two spread on the side of the road and where the lights of the street lamps fell.

Until parting, still reluctant to part.

After sending Zhou Zhou home, Zhang Ailin turned back to her own home on the other side of the road.

Compared with the way she came here, she always felt that when she walked this way alone, the road was stretched so long that it seemed that it would never end.

Even though he had already arrived downstairs, this heavy feeling still weighed on his heart.

Just as Zhang Ailin took off her mask, the elevator door opened with a ding-dong sound, and there was another familiar face inside, which startled her.

"Grandma Chan." Arlene called out.

Grandma Chan’s back seemed to be getting worse. Under her hands, she was equipped with a bluish-gray wooden stick that was temporarily used as a crutch. The wooden stick is still very uneven despite the traces of grinding.

Her short hair, which was still gray and white, suddenly became like the snow under the sun, and her eyes seemed to be more cloudy.

I haven't seen her for a few days, Grandma Chan seems to have aged a lot.

Hearing Zhang Ailin calling her, Grandma Chan raised her head slowly, and when she saw her, she put aside the wrinkles on her face and smiled kindly: "Good boy."

Zhang Ailin dodged two steps to the side to make way for her.

Grandma Chan first moved her crutches, and then struggled to move her own steps. Just for that simple movement, it seemed that she had expended all her strength.

Seeing this, Zhang Ailin hurried forward and helped her arm: "There is still a ladder ahead, it's not easy to go down, I'll hold it, come slowly."

"Good boy, good boy, good boy."

Grandma Chan moved in small steps and muttered to herself.

There was a faint tremor in her old voice.

Zhang Ailin didn't let go of her hand until she was supporting Grandma Chan on the flat road: "What happened? Why..." She hesitated to speak.

Grandma Chan still had a kind smile on her face, and she could hear what Zhang Ailin meant, and waved her hand: "It's because I'm old, it's because I'm useless, it's just a common cold in spring, and I suddenly collapsed."

Zhang Ailin suddenly thought that Grandma Chan was always alone: ​​"Is grandma's daily life convenient?"

"Even if it is inconvenient, it will be convenient in the end. I have been used to it for so many years. I can overcome it!" At the end of speaking, Grandma Chan deliberately raised her voice, joking with Arlene.

Zhang Ailin glanced at the thick and crooked wooden stick that could barely be called a "crutch", and remained silent.

An old man who lives alone is now sick again.

"What about the rest?"

Grandma Chan was stunned visibly, unwilling to bring up this topic again, she let out a long sigh, then turned around and walked slowly: "It's all fate! All of this is fate, it's all destiny."

Zhang Ailin stood where she was, watching the old man walk away, until she disappeared behind the green trees in the garden, and then she started to walk again.

The familiar door. 1201.Familiar house number.

Ever since Arlene accepted Zhang Yeqiu's current appearance, she was even more unwilling to stay at home.

He is no longer the father with warm palms in his impression, but now the father who has formed a new family with another woman and has a new child.

All fathers, but not one father.

Standing at the door of the room hesitated for a long time, until the neighbor came out of the elevator and yelled loudly, lighting up the lights in the corridor, Zhang Ailin was startled and quickly inserted the key in her hand into the keyhole.

She opened the door, and instead of the usual unbearable smell of perfume, what came to her face was an even more unbearable smell of alcohol.

It was as if the whole room had been soaked in alcohol.

Zhang Ailin pinched her nose and closed the door with her backhand. Just as she was about to take off her shoes, she suddenly saw a change on the shoe rack.

Chi Lan's colorful high-heeled shoes of various shapes were nowhere to be seen, and there was a large space on the shoe rack, only Zhang Yeqiu's pair of leather shoes hung on the shoe rack in a haphazard manner, looking empty.

"You're back?" Zhang Yeqiu's voice.

Zhang Ailin looked over following the voice, Zhang Yeqiu was sitting on the carpet in the living room, the wine bottles placed at his feet were as messy as the stubble on his chin, he was wearing a shirt, the buttons of the shirt were completely unbuttoned, His chest was half naked, and his face was flushed red.

Already too drunk to get any more drunk.

Zhang Ailin looked around the room, and it was even more of a mess, everything seemed to have been rummaged through.

The family portrait photo taken with Chi Lan, together with the photo frame, was broken on the ground, and pieces of paper scraps were mixed in the broken glass, it could be vaguely seen that it was that photo.

Arlene looked so much like her mother, Zhang Yeqiu couldn't tell if it was Zhang Ailin or Ji Shui when he was drunk.

He threw down the wine bottle in his hand, and the half-full bottle immediately fell to the ground. The wine flowed from the mouth of the bottle like a small snake onto the carpet, soaking a large area.

He wanted to crawl towards Zhang Ailin's direction, but his arm went limp for a while, and he fell heavily on the ground, colliding with the wine bottle on the ground, and he groaned in pain.

In his impression, Zhang Ailin has only seen him once.

That was when Ji Shui left him before he went to prison.

Drinking is also like this drunk as mud.

Zhang Ailin frowned: "You are drunk."

Zhang Yeqiu supported his arms, stood upright from the ground, leaned back suddenly, leaned on the sofa, with a sad smile on the corner of his mouth: "You always say that about me, and Yunli, and Arlene, you are so fierce together .”

Zhang Ailin's heart sank.

She knew that Zhang Yeqiu recognized herself as her mother.

"Where's Chi Lan?" She still asked.

"Chi Lan?" Zhang Yeqiu leaned his head on the sofa, opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, as if thinking, "Who is Chi Lan?"

"Your remarried wife, you also had a child with her, named Nannan." The tone was full of disgust.

Zhang Yeqiu seemed to have suddenly realized: "Oh yes, Chi Lan is her, she is Chi Lan, I almost forgot."

Zhang Ailin snorted coldly: "You are really forgetful."

"Miaomiao..." Zhang Yeqiu called softly.

That was Ji Shui's baby name.

"Are you blaming me?" His voice gradually became trembling, with tears in his throat.

"Are you blaming me for being self-righteous and making our home like this...?"

"Miaomiao? You say, you say you blame me, okay? If it weren't for the negligence back then, the blame would not have fallen on Meng Fan, Yuan Liu would not have died, and you would not have left me. Li will not become someone else's child, Arlene... Arlene will not be indifferent to me until now...! All of this is my fault, it's all my fault! I deserve it!"

"You're drunk." Zhang Ailin frowned, her eyes fixed on Zhang Yeqiu who was slumped on the ground.

"For Xiaosun's death and Meng Fan's grievance, I worked hard for more than ten years. I finally let Shao Daya suffer what he should have suffered. But now, I seem to have nothing...?"

In order to bring down Shao Daya and thoroughly investigate the case back then, Zhang Yeqiu paid a huge price.

People in the business world are intertwined with sophistication, even though Shao Daya's evidence is in his hand, but Zhang Yeqiu's weakness is also in Shao Daya's hand.

One glory and one glory.

Zhang Yeqiu had spent more than ten years in a career that he had put in so much effort to get Shao Daya to sit on the trial platform for the belated and fair verdict.

The company collapsed, leaving only a shell.

Upon hearing the news, Chi Lan immediately led Nan Nan away from Zhang Yeqiu without stopping, and rushed to the next bank where there was more money, and to find the next harbor that was more reliable.

To be honest, Zhang Yeqiu is really weird, and very shrewd and difficult to deal with. Chi Lan doesn't like a man like him, if it's not for money.

After exhausting all her skills, she still couldn't take him down. When she was about to give up, a paternity test finally took him down, and Chi Lan was very proud.

Zhang Yeqiu held the paternity test report and recognized it as a forgery at a glance.

But he longed too much for a home.

So eager to turn a blind eye to all Chi Lan's lies.

"Even if it's not my child, so what?"

Zhang Yeqiu was lying on the bed, lying in Chi Lan's arms, thinking of Nan Nan in his mind.

As long as Chi Lan is wearing azure blue, she is Ji Shui.

As long as Nannan doesn't like candy, it's Yunli.

Even Zhang Yeqiu couldn't think of such a humble begging in the dust.

There are only tears.

Zhang Ailin put a cup of hot water on the tea table next to Zhang Yeqiu, couldn't bear to look at the painful expression on his face, gritted her teeth and said, "You're drunk."

"Miaomiao... Arlene?"

"It's me." She replied.

No matter how much she hated him, Arlene couldn't stop loving him.