in the dark

Song Chan still remembers the days when he lived in the Song family.

The Song family is a well-known family of merchants in Meicheng, rich, powerful and full of style.Because Mr. Song has kept the old-fashioned way for many years, the Song family has insisted on the tradition of not separating the families for many years. A dozen or so members of the family live in a large courtyard.

Mr. Song has two sons under his knees. The eldest son is Song Nan'an and Song Jiaoye's father named Song Shanzhi, and the second son is Song Chan's nominal father named Song Renzhi.

Song Nan'an is Song Jiaoye's biological brother, and Song Chan is Song Jiaoye's cousin.Since they live in the same courtyard, there will inevitably be conflicts among the elders, especially between women, but the relationship between children is very good. "Brother, second brother" yelled.When Song Nan'an was young, he was already mature and stable, he would not fight with the two of them, but he would care a few words when he had time.

Song Chan's mother was a well-known mute girl in the red light/district - she was extremely beautiful, and her inability to speak made her every frown and smile more prominent, as if every movement was a crime.

"Dumbness" was originally a shortcoming, but she abruptly turned it into the most valuable thing in her body.People always describe her like this, that dumb girl who can talk with her eyes!

At that time, it happened that Song Renzhi, the second son of the Song family, was a prodigal son, and he often wandered around romantic places, so the two of them became acquainted after going back and forth.

Recognition is naturally not a simple recognition-Song Chan's mother was pregnant with Song Chan soon-for a woman like her who lives by prostitution, pregnancy is a big taboo.

But she has no idea of ​​killing the child, but has other plans in her heart-she will be 30 years old after this year.Everyone in this industry knows that thirty is already an old woman.It is impossible for a woman's family to rely on this kind of work for a lifetime, so she thought of a good way out - go to Song Renzhi with her belly on her stomach, and she believes that he will never ignore him.

Before she went, she was always worried. She just wanted to gamble—not for her children, but for her own future. If she could get involved with the Song family, she would have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life. Who wouldn't want to? ?

She wasn't sure if the child in her belly was Song Renzhi's species, after all, she had to deal with a lot of men every day.But she went anyway, afraid of being exposed beforehand, and even asked someone to help her to get a fake paternity certificate.

A chance that even a thousand pieces of gold can't buy back, she knows that Song Renzhi's thoughts are still on her now, so it's not impossible to take advantage of this opportunity to gamble.

The result was that she won the bet.

There were some accidents in the Song Group at that time, Mr. Song had no time to deal with the trivial matters of these parents, and he had always known what kind of virtue his youngest son was.Marriage is something that can't be controlled, not to mention that even the parent-child certificate has been revealed, so it's hard to say anything, so they can only let the two of them be together.

So far, Song Chan's life in the Song family has begun.

Since childhood, Song Chan has lived a thorough life. He knows that there are people in the Song family who treat him very well, and there are also people who look down on him. After all, his mother's past is there, so it is natural for someone to gossip.

Fortunately, he is optimistic enough that he can find fun even in the miserable days. If his pants are broken, he will wear them as usual, and he will not be angry if others don't want to talk to him. He just wants to be quiet.Anyway, there is Song Jiaoye, a little lunatic, who can accompany him to make troubles. If he is really free, it would be interesting to sneak a few glances behind Song Nan'an, and he is easily satisfied.

But the good times don't last long, what should come will always come,

That incident happened when Song Chan was about 14 years old.That day when he came home from school, as soon as he put down his schoolbag, he saw the aunt who was in charge of the Song family running towards him—Song Renzhi had a car accident on the way to the company, and now he was lying on a hospital bed!Whether it can be rescued is still unknown!

Song Chan was stunned for a second, then immediately went to the hospital accompanied by his aunt.

On the way to the hospital, the past scenes flashed through his mind very quickly, and the memories were frozen, like frames of paintings.

Song Chan was worried, but he didn't feel the unbearable sadness of losing a loved one.

It's not that Song Chan is indifferent to feelings, but that he has a vague impression of his father during the years of living in the Song family-the prodigal son can meet but not seek, and Song Renzhi happens to be the kind of prodigal son who never turns back.After marriage, he still hangs out in romantic places, and flowers and plants often come to the Song family, so Song Chan has never experienced what it feels like to be loved by his father since he was a child.

Song Chan who came to the hospital was not taken outside the operating room but was led directly to a small room.

There were doctors and nurses standing in the room, besides a woman with gray hair—his grandmother, Ye Jie, Song Renzhi's mother.

Ye Jie has always looked down on their mother and son, and she is very biased on weekdays, so Song Chan has not been close to her since she was a child.

Song Chan stood at the door without knowing his hometown, and the aunt in charge said, "He brought it."

Ye Jie turned her head and glanced at Song Chan, "Doctor, he can, he can donate blood!" Ye Jie said anxiously.After all, the life of his own son is more important.

The doctor wearing a mask looked at Song Chan's childish eyebrows and eyes, and said honestly, "He is underage, this is not allowed."

Ye Jie wiped her tears and said sharply: "But isn't the blood bank no longer stocked with blood? Whether you are an adult or not, I say he can do it!" The status of the Song family in Meicheng makes her very powerful against everyone: " If something goes wrong, I'll take care of it!"

"You just smoke!"

The doctors and nurses stood aside and didn't know what to do, the Song family really couldn't afford it.

Song Chan, who was stunned for a while, said shyly: "You guys smoke, I am in good health." Chilling is a thing of chilling, but lying on the hospital bed is his father, even if the relationship is not good. Less than sit idly by.

Doctors are still hesitating.

"Hurry up! My son's life is something you can afford to delay?!" Ye Jie was almost 60 years old, but she was full of energy. She suddenly pulled Song Chan in front of the doctor, and started masturbating without any explanation. Pull up Song Chan's sleeves.

Seeing that there is really no other way now, the doctor signaled the nurse beside him to take Song Chan for an examination first, and he began to appease the emotions of the family members.

"Your son's abdomen and head have been severely impacted in multiple places," the doctor said carefully. "Please make mental preparations first."

Ye Jie wiped away her tears, but she was still very emotional, "If the blood is all there, it can be rescued, for sure!"

"It's still being checked, so don't worry." The doctor continued to comfort, "Wait for the results—"

Ye Jie cut off the conversation: "—he is my grandson, there is no reason why a son should not give blood to his father!" She is from the older generation, and she doesn't understand a lot of modern medical knowledge, and she just blindly makes old mistakes. knowledge is the norm.

The doctor was stunned: "Was that the patient's son just now?"

Ye Jie was still talking about herself: "Check and check! My son is still on the hospital bed!"

The doctor said anxiously: "No, don't you know that blood transfusions are not allowed between close relatives?" It is estimated that the examination has been completed by now.

Ye Jie had a very arrogant attitude: "Why can't I lose? That's his son, why can't I lose?!"

"Blood transfusion between close relatives... Sigh! How can I explain it to you!" The doctor sighed, looked at the stubborn old woman in front of him helplessly, and explained concisely: "Although the blood types are the same, blood transfusions between close relatives will cause graft-versus-host disease. The morbidity rate is not high but the mortality rate is high!"

……

The air in the cramped room seemed to be thinning.

"Then... what should I do then?" Ye Jie was stunned, wanting to cry.

"Oh." The doctor sighed again and again.

Suddenly, the nurse who took Song Chan for an examination came back, holding a list in her hand and said, "Director Liu, the blood type doesn't match!"

The doctor was afraid that he heard it wrong, so he asked again: "Is it right?"

Isn't it son?

"You... what did you say?" Ye Jie's eyes widened as the wrinkles on his face deepened.

The nurse was taken aback by the question. She didn't know that Song Chan, whom she had brought over for an examination just now, was the patient's son. She repeated: "The patient's blood type...doesn't match this child."

Song Chan froze and followed the nurse, his whole mind was also stuck on the sudden situation of "blood type".

"...I knew it, I knew it, she is a bitch!" Ye Jie started to cry after a while, "How can you believe a bitch!"

"What's wrong with the Song family, it's going to suffer so much!" She pointed at Song Chan and glared at her: "You and your mother are both bastards! It's fine if you're not clean, and you've made our Song family all over the place! I just said how could she be pregnant with our Song family's seed! You...you...you hurry up!" As if she had exhausted all her strength, Ye Jie swayed twice, with a nurse standing beside her Hastily stepped forward to support her.

Song Chan kept his head down from the beginning to the end, not moving or speaking, just standing there trembling and being scolded.

Ye Jie's whole body was trembling: "Get out! Let your dumb mother take you and get out! Get out!"

Song Chan clenched his fists and ran out after the last rolling word fell.

The Song family definitely couldn't stay any longer.

……

Song Jiaoye, who had heard the whole story, was at a loss for words. After a long silence, she said, "This... the whole thing has nothing to do with you, right?" She really didn't expect these things to happen back then.

"It's not important, it's all in the past." Song Chan smiled with crooked lips, his whole body was happy, as if he was just a bystander, "I'm not doing well yet!"

"Yeah." Song Jiaoye nodded lightly, and asked again: "Then... where is Aunt Xu? Where is she now?"

Song Chan paused: "Passed away."

"I... I'm sorry." Song Jiaoye lowered his head, knowing that he asked another question that shouldn't be asked.

"It's okay." Song Chan tilted his head, smiled and patted Song Jiaoye's head, "Life and death depend on fate and wealth."

Song Jiaoye didn't speak.All three of them sat on the sofa, and the silence spread.

Song Chan brushed his dry hair twice, and broke the deadlock with a smile: "I said Song Fei's house, and I've finished listening to the story, should I go to sleep?"

"Yeah." Song Jiaoye didn't talk back for the first time, and walked quietly towards her room.

Song Chan scratched his head unaccustomedly, looked at Song Nan'an who was silent at the side, "Then I'll go to bed first too."

Song Nan'an nodded: "Yes."

Song Chan glanced at the book in his hand, "It's late, don't keep staring at the book, it's not good for your eyes." After speaking, he walked towards the room humming.

Song Nan'an closed the book, got up and looked at the leaving figure, and called, "Song Chan."

"Huh?" Song Chan stopped and turned to look at him.

Song Nan'an said lightly: "It's all over, get a good sleep."

"I know." Song Chan raised his eyebrows, and said truthfully, "I don't care about the Song family." After a pause for two seconds, he pouted his lips—I only care about you.

Song Nan'an didn't understand, and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing." Song Chan touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and resumed his usual foolish appearance, "It's not important."

The next morning.

I don't know if it was borrowing Song Nan'an's auspicious words, Song Chan slept very deeply and peacefully last night, and got up from the bed in great spirits.

After washing up, he came to the living room, and saw Song Nan'an sitting on the sofa, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

"Morning." Song Chan wandered to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk, "Do you want a drink?"

Song Nan'an looked up at him from the file, and replied, "No need."

"Oh." Song Chan drank it on his own, "What's for breakfast?"

"It's on the table."

Song Chan moved to the dining table, glanced roughly, and was a little surprised: "You did all of this?" Don't blame him for making a fuss, after all, in his heart, young masters usually don't touch their fingers.

"Ah."

As soon as the words fell, Song Chan immediately filled a bowl of millet porridge, and quickly sent it to his mouth with a spoon.

Song Chan nodded, "Mmm...it tastes good."

Song Nan'an flipped through the documents in his hand, and gave him a casual look.

"Are you taking on a new case?" Song Chan asked seeing that he had been reading the materials.

"Does your hand still hurt?" Song Nan'an asked without answering.

"Hand?" Song Chan was taken aback, and the topic changed inexplicably. He smiled, shook his left hand wrapped in gauze, and said, "Small wounds, small wounds, nothing to worry about. I have suffered worse injuries than this before." Hurt!" There was a hint of confusion in his tone.

Song Chan asked again after answering: "Have you accepted a new case?"

"Ah."

Song Chan was curious and asked again and again, "Where is this case and what is it?"

"It's a small county under the jurisdiction of Meicheng," Song Nan'an paused. "Someone in the local area discovered that his dog had dug out a charred corpse from the soil. According to the forensic examination, the deceased was a two-year-old little boy."

Song Chan was shocked, he took a mouthful of porridge in his mouth and couldn't speak clearly: "Little boy? Who did it? It's so cruel!"

Song Nan'an put down the information and continued: "The time of death was at least a month ago. Judging from the charred body, the little boy was burned alive and struggled hard before his death."

"Because the shape of the corpse is difficult to identify, the time of death cannot be accurately deduced. At present, there is no other useful information except the necklace on the boy's chest."

"The local police station has not received any report about the child's disappearance recently."

Song Chan put down the bowl angrily: "When are we going to leave?"

"afternoon."