C7 (2/2)

Pow! With a slap, everyone on the street turned to look at Zhang Xuan.

Shuyue's hands are shaking, and my head is buzzing.

She never got angry with me. I remember her as a person who would never have any mood swings. She was always playful and carefree.

She hit me in front of so many people on the street.

I was stunned for a moment, and pushed at her. ”Why did you stop me!? You're not my mother! You're not my mother! You are no one! ”You are not qualified!”

Shuyue was pushed off the sidewalk onto the road by me, just then, a large truck roared over, Shuyue's body leaned backwards, and the truck was about to crash into it.

Panicking, I sprinted up and tried to push her out of the truck's impact range.

Unexpectedly, I stumbled and fell into the middle of the road with her.

There was the sound of an emergency brake, followed by the sound of four or five cars braking behind, the truck turned 90 degrees, and stopped at a place less than a meter away from Shuyue, and the chickens and ducks behind were thrown and wailed.

”F * * k, there's something wrong!” Your mother, you have no eyes? ” The driver jumped out of the car with a southern accent and was about to fight us to the death, but when he saw that it was a high school student and a great beauty, he became much angrier and grumbled to ask if we were hurt by the fall.

Shuyue apologized repeatedly, pulling me back to the sidewalk. After experiencing this shock, both of us calmed down a lot.

”You can't go back, or else all the sacrifices your parents have made for you will be in vain.”

Shuyue lowered her eyes. One of her high heels was broken.

Shuyue was usually a person who liked to look beautiful but was also a spoiled brat. Every day, she would change colors and apply nail polish, she wouldn't even be able to hold a box of instant noodles.

But now, as if nothing had happened, she took off her other pair of high heels and lightly broke them into flat shoes.

”What the hell is going on?” I didn't know where to start. I just thought everything had gone wrong after my dad died.

”Follow me first.” Shuyue said.

Shuyue didn't bring me home. Instead, she took me to the old city area and turned seven corners before stopping in front of a large building.

”This place should be safe for now.”

Shuyue said as she opened the iron gate.

This area used to be the British-French Concession, and many foreigners built foreign buildings here. It could be considered a once wealthy area. After the reform and opening up, most of the buildings in the city had been repainted and converted into western restaurants, coffee shops and wedding film studios.

The building in front of me seemed to be the same as it had been decades ago. The dilapidated courtyard was filled with weeds and looked gloomy at night.

I followed Shuyue into the building. The ceiling of the first floor was especially high. Although the furniture and furnishings inside were covered in dust, there were still quite a few. It could be seen that the master had spent quite a bit of time arranging the layout. The white leather sofa and glazed lamps were all arranged in accordance with the highest standards used by the foreigners at the time.

A photograph on the wall caught my attention. It was a black-and-white photo of a family, a couple sitting in the middle, one of them an old man in a half-jacket Tibetan dress.

The couple looked to be in their sixties or seventies. Although they were dressed in Tibetan clothes, they wore watches, and the old man was wearing glasses. His hair was combed to thirty-seven points, which was popular in the sixties.

The old lady was a typical 60s woman with a really cool white shirt and black-rimmed glasses.

There was a woman in her early thirties standing to the left. She wore a white qipao with white gloves, and her hair was tied up in a bun behind her head. The most familiar thing was the half-smile on her face.

Although this woman was not the slightest bit similar to Shuyue, she had a very similar feeling to him.

Beside her stood two men, one on the left and one on the right.

The one on the left was a fair-skinned foreigner in a white suit with a beer belly, obviously a pair with the cheongsam woman.

On the right was a man dressed in Tibetan clothes. He frowned and glanced at the foreigners on the other side with a look of disgust.

What shocked me the most was that I actually saw my father and Shuyue in the last row with sharp eyes!

They stood at the back with a few young men. My father was expressionless, as if he had something on his mind.

As for Shuyue, who was standing close to him, she turned her head slightly towards my father.

”That was just before the reform and opening up. Your father took it before he went abroad to study.”

Shuyue intentionally or unintentionally explained to me.

”Where is this place?” Didn't you say that you would tell me what had happened when you came back?

”This is my ancestral house.” Shuyue suddenly took out a cigarette from somewhere and lit it. I have never seen her who could smoke. Shuyue took a deep breath before coughing. ”Cough cough, sigh, it's been so many years since I last smoked.”

It's not like you have a guy acting or anything, acting like he's deep or smoking or making a movie. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

”I've known your dad since we were kids. After resuming college entrance examination, we went to Beijing together. Your father read history. Later on, your father told me that China had just experienced a cultural catastrophe and that it was too lacking in education and literature. He wanted to fulfill his ambitions and go abroad. ”

”What's my name?” Shuyue suddenly asked me.

”Wang Shuyue, born in 1966. This year, 37. Scorpio, AB Type Blood, unmarried. MIT Master of Biology and Genetics. Unidentified monthly income.

After being questioned by Shuyue's suitors for so many years, I can even recite them backwards.

”My surname is not Wang, but Warrick. ”My ancestors were of the Manchu race,” Shuyue pinched away the smoke in her mouth, ”Before I finished my makeup, I was a noble in the Jin Dynasty, and even up to the Qing Dynasty, I was a noble. ”Later on, the Qing dynasty died, and the Manchu people were discriminated against because of their surnames. In order to survive, our tribe slowly changed our surname to Wang.”

”Did the hospital nurse say my father's name didn't match my own because my father was still using his old surname? My real name is Warrick, Wangwang? ” In my heart, I feel that Wangwang is not much better off than Wang Wangwang.

”Your father's surname is not Wang, nor is it Warrick. Your father and I are from another family in this picture. ” Shuyue looked deeply at the old man in the picture who was wearing the Tibetan clothes. He told my dad and the history of the Warrick family.