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He smiled and said, "I just appreciate Jiang Shao's behavior."

Jiang Zhuo said: "Don't say such vain words. Mr. Shen, you also said that you are a businessman who values ​​profit. How I behave has nothing to do with you. Whether I am useful or not should be up to you Considered. So I am He De, how can I be seen by Shen Zonggao?"

He turned his head to think for a while, and tapped his temple with his fingers: "I'm afraid it's just this family-inherited craft?"

Shen Qian frowned.

Probably because he was ten years older, since he saw Jiang Zhuo just now, Shen Qian's face has always had a certain condescending sense of appreciation similar to the elders talking to the younger generation.Until now, he seemed to have suddenly realized that he couldn't treat the other party as a young man who hadn't experienced much in the world.

He simply admitted: "I have heard of Jiang's reputation when I was in elementary school. Jiang Shao's family has a long history, and he is also young and promising. Speaking of which, we are related. The Shen family has intentions in recent years. To develop business in related industries, if Jiang Shao is willing to work together, then I can rest assured that you will also benefit."

Now he is asking for opinions, Jiang Zhuo gradually turned the situation dominated by Shen Qian back to his own side, and this feeling still makes him feel comfortable.

Jiang Zhuo leaned on the back of the chair and said leisurely: "I remember Shen Zichen once mentioned that Mr. Shen's family once invited several very capable fortune-telling masters. Why, Mr. Shen doesn't believe them?"

The Shen family paid each of the consultants they invited a high salary, just for this benefit, and Shen Qian also trusted them very much.It's just that he has been troubled by something difficult to understand, and no one can give him the answer he wants.When I met Jiang Zhuo today, I was a little tempted.

He leaned forward slightly, and said, "It's not so much that I don't believe them, but that no one has tried to prove this to me. You can guess what I'm thinking. Excuse me, the so-called fortune-telling is really true. Is it so amazing?"

Jiang Zhuo was too lazy to talk nonsense, and glanced at Shen Qian: "The corner of the moon on your forehead has collapsed, the right side of the eyebrows on both sides is slightly lower than the left side, and the brows have a tapered point, and a small mole was born on the left cheek, which is in the position of Tiancang. If you If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Shen lost his mother as a young man, and this incident made you depressed."

Shen Qian is not an extroverted person, especially as he is the next generation heir of the Shen family, but his father is still in the stage of being full of energy. He had a very bad relationship with his mother back then, but he loved his current wife very much.

This delicate relationship made Shen Qian never openly express his feelings for his mother in front of anyone, so as not to cause unnecessary suspicion and trouble.

And those so-called fortune-telling masters, I don't know if they really can't see anything, or they are unwilling to get involved in the private affairs of the master's family. Every time Shen Qian wants to ask them some related questions, what he gets is not good. The answer to whether it hurts or not.

The hidden worries that had been in his heart for so many years were directly punctured, and an impulse suddenly rose in his heart, wanting to tell Jiang Zhuo about these things.

Shen Qian picked up the red wine on the table, took a sip, and said, "You are right. My mother committed suicide by turning on the gas when I was 16 years old, but I never understood why she did this. So I can’t let go of this matter after all these years.”

Unknowingly, the topic has turned from Jiang Zhuo's family background to Shen Qian.

According to Shen Qian's description, his mother, Zhou Mei'e, the ex-wife of his father Shen Xin, graduated from a business university and is also a strong woman in the business field.Both of them have very strong personalities. After several years of marriage, they divorced due to a breakdown in their relationship.

Then Shen Xin met Lin Qiong, Jiang Zhuo's mother, and married her.

Lin Qiong's temperament is indifferent, and she never restricts the behavior of her two stepchildren, so her marriage into the Shen family did not affect Shen Qian's daily life in the slightest. He still went to live in his mother's house every now and then, Later when Shen Zichen got older, Shen Qian would take Shen Zichen with him.Because of the mysterious power of fate, Zhou Mei'e also likes Shen Zichen, an adopted child.

"I can't think of a reason why she would commit suicide." Shen Qian said, "My mother is not the kind of person who would die for a man and love, not to mention that when I was 16 years old, she and my father had been divorced for several years. , and never had a new relationship. Just a few days ago I took Zichen to see her, and she told us that she planned to save a fund for each of us, and let us learn how to manage money when we grow up ...everything was normal until after a few hours she closed the doors and windows and turned on the gas."

He shook his head: "I'm afraid anyone who hears it will find it ridiculous."

Jiang Zhuo said: "Did someone else look for her after you left Lingtang's house?"

Shen Qian smiled wryly: "No, I didn't leave."

Jiang Zhuo's eyebrows were raised, with a slight look of doubt on his face, Shen Qian said: "She locked me and Zichen at home together, and gave us sleeping pills."

Even Jiang Zhuo was taken aback because of this sentence, it really doesn't make sense.As a mother, Zhou Mei'e has an instinct to protect her children. No matter how much she wants to seek death, she should not bring her children with her.

And Shen Zichen was there at that time.

Jiang Zhuo said: "Mr. Shen, is it convenient for you to explain in detail?"

Shen Qian glanced at Jiang Zhuo.He chose the place to eat. The two of them sat on a seat against the wall. Green plants were dotted beside the wooden tables and chairs. It was getting darker.

On the contrary, Jiang Zhuo's face showed a kind of hazy beauty under this kind of obscure light and shadow, even his eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of veil.

Naturally, Shen Qian chose this place not for romance or to create an atmosphere, but under this layer of vague protection, whether it is him or Jiang Zhuo, they must be able to relax more when talking.

But probably because he was overly relaxed, and had hidden things in his heart for so many years, he unknowingly talked more and more to this young man who met him for the first time——Shen Qian could not remember at all that he came here to find Jiang Zhuo What is the original intention.

"We had just finished our monthly exam that afternoon, and school was over early, so I took Zichen to my mother's place. She might not have expected that I would go there, and she looked very surprised, but she didn't say anything else. Give me Order some fruit drinks, let's go to the study to do homework."

Shen Qian gently closed his eyes.He has recalled the events of that day countless times, but apart from the fact that he explained some circumstances to the police shortly after the murder, these memories remained in his mind, and he never spoke them out again. They were all still lifelike - this surprised Shen Qian himself.

"I remember she was wearing light makeup and wearing a black dress. Because when my mother is at home, she usually focuses on comfort and doesn't need makeup. I asked her if she had any guests. She said Maybe, let me leave it alone. I don't care."

"I don't know what her mental activities were like at the time, but thinking about it now, she might have thought of giving me a chance. Because it didn't take long, she came over to me and Zichen again, saying, 'Where is the park in the middle of the street? There are a few kids playing basketball, let's play together for a while'... but I declined."

Having said this, Shen Qian put his hands on his forehead and remained silent for a moment.Jiang Zhuo poured him a glass of red wine, Shen Qian drank it down after thanking him.

"I know all the children who often play basketball in the park in the middle of the street, and they used to play together. But there was no reason that day. I just didn't want to go out, and I didn't want to move. So I told my mother no, and she hesitated. , didn’t say anything else, brought Zichen and me a glass of milk to drink, and after we finished speaking, we both fell asleep quickly.”

Looking at the living Shen Qian in front of him, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help thinking that he might know the reason why Shen Qian loves Shen Zichen so much.

Sure enough, Shen Qian went on to say: "I really never dreamed that my mother would put sleeping pills in the milk I drink. After Zichen and I fell asleep, she closed the doors and windows and turned on the gas."

Jiang Zhuo said: "Then you are..."

Shen Qian said: "Zichen was picky. He only drank half of the milk and then secretly poured it into the flower pot. I woke up hearing his cry and managed to save my life, but my mother couldn't be saved. Why on earth did she want to drink?" Doing so, I am really puzzled.”

Jiang Zhuo said in his heart, sure enough.

Regardless of whether Shen Zichen was bound to the live broadcast room or not when the accident happened, such accidents are not easy to happen with his fate.This means that Shen Qian escaped with his life because of Shen Zichen. Of course, he should be grateful and love his younger brother.The so-called blessing in disguise is exactly that.

Jiang Zhuo said: "Boss Shen said before that Lingtang's dress looks like he is going to meet someone, so is it possible that she didn't bring you two to commit suicide together, but that person changed her mind?"

Shen Qian emphasized: "I asked her if she had any guests, and she just said 'maybe', but in fact, the time I drank milk and fell asleep was only more than 20 minutes before our accident. The police investigated, At that time, there was a young mother downstairs who was learning to walk with her child, and no one came. Moreover, the doors and windows in the whole room were locked, and there were no fingerprints or footprints of other people."

Jiang Zhuo nodded noncommittally, as if he didn't care much about this so-called "evidence", and said, "So you also insist that she committed suicide, but you don't know why Lingtang did it?"

Shen Qian smiled wryly: "I don't have any insistence, all the answers are unreasonable and reasonable to me. There is no proof of death, no trace of investigation, who can give me a judgment?"

He wiped his face with his hands, raised his head to look at Jiang Zhuo, and said solemnly: "Jiang Shao, in fact, after my mother passed away, I have always repeated the same dream over the years. I will tell you about this matter today." Speaking out, I hope Young Master Jiang can clear up my doubts for me, Young Master Jiang probably doesn't care about the reward, but I will definitely give it according to the rules."

His attitude has changed from being tentative and contemplative at the beginning to being honest and honest. Jiang Zhuo felt that this Shen Qian was not as annoying as his unrelated brother, and said: "Boss Shen is polite." Now, you go ahead and I'll do my best."

Shen Qian said that he would repeat this same dream three to five times a month after Zhou Mei'e's death. After so many years, he has become familiar with almost every little detail in the dream.

The first time that dream appeared was Zhou Mei'e's seventh day.Shen Qian was exhausted from his mother's funeral, went to bed very early, and returned to the room where Zhou Mei'e died in a daze.

In the room were still the three of them who had experienced life and death together, Zhou Mei'e, Shen Zichen and Shen Qian himself.

In the dream, Shen Qian completely forgot the fact that his mother had passed away.It was midsummer at that time, the surrounding windows were open, and the wind was pouring in. The room was filled with a strange fragrance of flowers. Standing in front of the window, he could see the pedestrians downstairs, laughing and laughing, and it was very lively.

Shen Qian turned around and said to Zhou Mei'e: "Mom, take me out to play."

His tone was very rude, but Zhou Mei'e, who was usually strict with her son, smiled, and led Shen Qian and Shen Zichen downstairs to the street.There are many cars and people on the street, and there are many people. Everyone is wearing a kind of old-fashioned indigo clothing, talking with smiles on their faces, and then walking in different directions.

If you look carefully, you will find that the smiles on their faces are exactly the same, as if even the arcs drawn from the corners of their lips are exactly the same.This kind of clothing, this kind of expression, is out of tune with the bustling urban environment around.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came over pushing a small cart.The woman was very thin, she looked a bit like a mouse at first glance, there were all kinds of snacks on her cart, Shen Zichen clamored to eat, so he picked a bag of white sugar on the cart.

After opening the sugar bag, he handed over the white sugar and asked Zhou Mei'e to eat first.Zhou Mei'e seemed very happy, with a smile exactly like that of the street passers-by, and her clothes also turned indigo blue.She picked up the sugar bag and was about to pour it into her mouth.

Shen Qian watched from the side, suddenly felt very angry and jealous, so he rushed up to snatch the bag of white sugar, threw it on the ground and stomped it hard.

With his movements, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. Three people stood on a cemetery, and all the houses and pedestrians beside them turned into tombstones one by one.

Immediately afterwards, a funeral procession came towards them from the sound, surrounded by a large coffin, and the name in their mouths was actually Zhou Mei'e.

That strange trembling voice was mixed in the wind, which was indescribably weird. Trembling all over, Shen Qian rushed forward, only to suddenly find that all the people in the funeral procession were all the same. —his face!

Then Shen Qian woke up with a start.

Telling his stories in this kind of environment is particularly atmospheric, with few people around and dark light, Shen Qian felt as if he had returned to that weird and desolate cemetery, surrounded by countless people with long hair. Surrounded by people with the same face as yourself.

Over the years, that dream has never been far away from him. With the inexplicable regret and bloody past, it is half hidden and half hidden at the foot of the bed in the middle of the night, showing half a faint smile.

Midnight Menghui opened his eyes, he always suspected that he was no longer alive.