【Double Life】The Redeemer

An Jia's face was ashen, her brows were tightly knit together, her lips trembled a few times, and after a while she said with difficulty: "I can't find him."

"I can't find one sentence." Tao Ran laughed anxiously, "Do you think Liang Chuan will come back? He can't let you go?"

An Jia didn't refute, he really had such a thought in his heart.

"I don't know where Liang Chuan's guilt towards you comes from. I don't know about the matter between you, but I just think it's too pretentious and ridiculous to entangle right and wrong since you want to be together, An Jia, Liang Chuan is no better than you, you are younger, you are only 25, but Liang Chuan is almost forty, he is not in good health..." Tao Ran shook his head, "You are not as good as your mother."

An Jia closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she calmed down, "I don't want to talk about this now, if you don't have any news, I'll leave."

Tao Ran was choked, but after all he knew it was time to prioritize, anyway, he said everything he had to say.

"I thought he would go to France. Isn't his mother French? I couldn't find anyone there." Tao Ran squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "The servant, Uncle Chun, was ill and suffered a sudden stroke. , because Liang Chuan went to see him, and Uncle Chun can't say many complete words, telling us that Liang Chuan should be in a small town in City C, where his mother married into the Liang family and lived there when she gave birth to him."

Tao Ran was five years younger than Liang Chuan. When he met Liang Chuan, Liang Chuan's mother had died of illness and moved here.Because of Liang Chuan's father, the Liang family never mentioned the French woman, so Tao Ran didn't find this place for a while.

"This is the last place where Liang Chuan may be found." Tao Ran lowered his head and said in a low voice, and when he raised his head again, An Jia had disappeared.

...

Liang Chuan rarely told him about his past, whether it was before or after rebirth.

But at least not happy.

If his mother was in this small town when she gave birth to him, it could at least show that Liang Chuan and his mother were not accepted by the Liang family.

An Jia drove here alone, looking very calm, with deep eyes.

There are some things that are not so easy to laugh at, but now, he only wants to find Liang Chuan.

When he came to the courtyard after inquiring, he stood at the gate of the courtyard, raised his hand, paused for a moment, and then knocked on the door without hesitation.

A woman's voice sounded, and the door was opened. An ordinary but very gentle old woman seemed to be around fifty.

With a glance, An Jia saw behind her, Liang Chuan, who was lying on the rocking chair, sleeping soundly under a blanket.

It was almost afternoon, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, that person was so hazy that it was unreal.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no serious illness, no shocking situation as he guessed, the man is still fine...

After accumulating a heavy burden for a long time, I finally found a chance to breathe.

The woman saw that An Jia's tense mood suddenly relaxed, and there was a smile on her face, but she felt sad.

Of course she knew the young man in front of her, because her employer often held pictures of the young man and talked about Xiao Jia, the tenderness in his eyes and face was very touching.

Even if in the end, the whole person is unconscious, he will only be called Xiaojia.

"Hello." An Jia greeted the woman politely, "I'm here to see Uncle Liang, may I ask who you are?"

"Ah... I'm Mr. Liang's servant, surnamed Lu, you... please come in." Aunt Lu welcomed An Jia into the yard politely.

An Jia nodded to her and smiled, "Uncle Liang, he... fell asleep."

"Ah, um..." Aunt Lu nodded, "Your name is Xiaojia, right? Can I call you that?"

"Okay, you can just call me Xiaojia." An Jia looked very modest, "Then I'll wait for Uncle Liang to wake up..."

Before he finished speaking, the person on the recliner sat up, as if he was still sleepy, and just sat there blankly.

An Jia stared at Liang Chuan's profile in a daze. She had lost a lot of weight, but her complexion was not bad.

He suddenly didn't know how to speak. Too many things had happened between the two of them.

Aunt Lu wanted to stop An Jia to say something, but An Jia had already walked over in silence and stood beside Liang Chuan.

Looking down, he could see that Liang Chuan was holding a log photo frame in his hand, which contained their photos.In the winter, with the snow falling in the background, the two are wrapped in the same red scarf, smiling warmly.

Before the smile came to the corner of her lips, An Jia realized something was wrong.

A chill hit his back, Liang Chuan was too quiet, he stood there for a while, and the other party didn't even look at him.

Even his entire figure had covered Liang Chuan.

The picture seems to be frozen.