Chapter 947 - Voices from Twenty Years Ago (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

“That day, he told me many things that he normally wouldn’t.”

“Is this man you mention still living here?” Chen Ge could hear the quiver in the voice.

“He has already moved away and hasn’t returned for a long time.”

“Then, would you like to meet him?” Chen Ge pulled on the jacket. “I believe you have many things you wish to say to him. After all, he’s the one who put you in this situation where you can’t even feel warmth.”

“I…”

“It’s okay. I will help. Trust me.” Chen Ge held the wall and slowly stood up. “If he hasn’t left Jiujiang, within one week, I will bring him back. After you reunite with him, I will bring you to someplace warmer.”

The woman did not answer, but Chen Ge was in no hurry. “Now I have one more reason to be alive. Keep the jacket. I will be back.”

Chen Ge was about to move up when the woman said, “Don’t go up anymore. You won’t be able to return.”

“Won’t be able to return? Why?”

“Because above the thirteenth floor is the fourteenth floor.” A jacket was stuffed into Chen Ge’s hand, and the chilling feeling slowly disappeared.

What is she trying to tell me? Chen Ge gripped the jacket tightly. Jiang Yuan Apartments doesn’t have the fourteenth floor. It should be the fifteenth floor after thirteenth floor, but she said that fourteenth floor follows the thirteenth floor. So, does the fourteenth floor really exist?

Chen Ge would not surrender at this point; he knew that he was very close to the truth. Counting the steps, Chen Ge came to the thirteenth floor. This level was quiet, like a normal apartment building with nothing extraordinary. He moved up to the fourteenth floor. When he was halfway up the steps, his nostrils twitched because he smelt the scent of food. It was unknown what dish it was, but his brain was able to tell this was a lavish dinner, impressed upon his memory.

This wafted down from the fourteenth floor. Is someone cooking?

Moving up step by step, perhaps due to physical or mental exhaustion, Chen Ge felt like there were so many steps between the thirteenth and fourteenth floor. The number of steps was similar to other floors, but for some reason, it took him much longer. Under his fingertips, the smooth surface of the wall started to crack. There appeared to be changes in the corridor. Everything gave Chen Ge a familiar yet strange feeling.

He mechanically lifted his leg, and with the smell of dinner on his nose, he finally reached the fourteenth floor. When he found footing, the doorknob in the corridor turned noisily. An iron door was opened, and then a male voice came from the deeper part of the corridor. “Chen Ge, welcome home.”

When he heard that voice, Chen Ge’s voice blanked out. He whipped his body around to face the corridor. He had heard that man’s voice for about twenty years. This sentence… he had heard it so many times when he was young. He had memorized his voice inside his heart and carved it onto his bones.

“Dinner is ready. When you were coming up the stairs, your mom heard you.” His nails cut into his palm, and Chen Ge slowly raised his arms to grab at that black cloth. He just wanted to take a look. He had never been so desperate to see something. The hands on the cloth tightened until the veins burst on the back of his hands.

“How was your first day at school‽”

“We’re sorry we couldn’t pick you up.”

“You weren’t bullied, right?”

“Have you made some new friends? You’re so much like me, so you should be so popular in class!”