Chapter 673 (1/2)

In the dark and cramped room, the blue smoke is around, the doors and windows have been nailed to death, and the early morning sun sprinkles into the room through the cracks in the window and coffin nailed by wooden bars.

The house has been in disrepair for a long time. It has a special smell of wood being corroded and moldy. Cigarette butts are thrown all over the ground. Jiang Zhiyuan's face is hidden in the dark. Only when the smoke is sucked into his heart, can the look on his face be seen faintly through the burning light.

The phone call from janssel, this number he knows back and forth, will never forget.

Before preparing to do this, he couldn't help it. He had made a phone call to janssel. He didn't want to disturb her life or try to ask her for something.

He's just been alone for so long that he really wants to hear his daughter's voice.

Not through television, not through the Internet, not to listen to her to others, not through the lens of reporters' interviews, but to let her just say a few words to herself, even if she just asked, ”who are you?” That's enough for Jiang Zhiyuan.

It was the only time that he acted impulsively and disclosed his number and whereabouts. At that time, he felt that he did not make a sound, and Jiangse quickly hung up the phone again. It should be that he guessed that someone had dialed the wrong number. He did not expect that she would remember and save the number, and called back at such a critical moment.

Jiang Zhiyuan vomited the smoke dregs in his mouth, let the phone ring, and turned to look at the corner.

There was a man who was tied up in all kinds of clothes, with a simple bag beside him, full of all his life's luggage: two old clothes, some cheap fast food, a few cigarettes, and nothing else.

He came naked when he was born, and he couldn't take the same thing after he died.

Since he was ready to fight against Feng Nan and decided to get rid of such a disaster for his daughter, he did not want to live again.

Feng Nan hides in the corner, already somewhat in a trance, spirit rout.

When she was just tied up, she threatened him to deal with Jiang se. After being cleaned up by him, she became more honest and talked nonsense, saying that Jiang se was not Jiang se, not his daughter, but Feng Nan, who had been kidnapped by him in the early years.

Feng Nan has been sitting here and never moving.

Most of the cigarettes he had expected to save for a week were torn down by him.

He has been thinking about Feng Nan's words and whether Jiang se is his daughter. He has been sitting there since yesterday, and has not moved, until he calls.

He has always been vigilant. When he was in prison in Hong Kong, he wanted to get his mobile phone number. No one else knew about it. He took it apart after he resigned. The only person he had contacted with was Jiang se.

Just one call, and she wrote it down.

She is a star. She has friends, colleagues, relatives and husbands. When so many people contact her, she can still remember the number and save it. This is not the sensitivity of father and daughter's consanguinity, but what is it?

He shouldn't answer this phone call, but he can refuse warmth, sunlight and the whole world, but he has no way to refuse his daughter, janser.

Jiang Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and pressed down the answering button of his mobile phone which had been ringing several times. His hands-free was turned on. His smoke was more urgent. In the dark space, there was a molecule called silence, which was active in the air.

The person on the other side of the phone did not speak, and he was silent, and the atmosphere was almost frozen.

He recalled the only time he had with his daughter. At that time, she was still in her infancy and couldn't even speak, but she could smile at him sweetly. Even if he said hello to him in words he didn't understand, he felt very soft hearted.

At that time, there was still communication between father and daughter. I didn't expect that today, even strangers are inferior to each other through the phone, and they can't even talk much.

Those memories are precious to Jiang Zhiyuan. He pulled the corners of his mouth and tried to show a smile like that.

But I don't know if time goes too fast and he has changed too much. Now it is not as easy as that when he wants to affect the corners of his mouth.

He knew from Feng Nan that she had been honored in the past year and that she had been married, and that she had married into Pei's family, which was quite remarkable.

She said that Jiang se was actually Feng Nan, and her new husband was Feng Nan's childhood sweetheart. She said a lot and begged him to let her go.

But he didn't listen. She was his own daughter, Jiang se, or the girl he had kidnapped, ”Feng Nan”. Now Feng Nan says it's up to him!

He didn't open his mouth. He seemed to be waiting for something. The girl on the other end of the phone finally took the lead. There was something nervous in her voice:

”I'm janssel.”

She said she was janser.

She said she was janser!

Jiang Zhiyuan's stiff mouth rose. He held the cigarette end in his mouth and took a deep breath. Finally, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and twisted the cigarette end out on the soil at his feet.She is still his little princess, is his blood, is his blood, is the flesh of his heart.

She is his daughter Jiang Zhiyuan. She doesn't say that she is Feng Nan. Jiang Zhiyuan's hands begin to shake. His smile is getting deeper and deeper, and the look in his eyes is becoming more and more soft.

”I know it's you.”

Her voice was a little flustered at the beginning, and he could also hear that she tried to calm down and calm down. The fear she tried to hide was betrayed by her trembling voice. Jiang Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and tried to pacify his daughter with this action.

He wanted to tell her, what are you afraid of? Even if he hurt himself, it is absolutely impossible for him to hurt her.

Even if one day he had no sense, he could not remember himself or his own flesh and blood.

”You took Feng Nan, didn't you?”

She's so smart.

Jiang Zhiyuan nodded with a smile. He remembered that his daughter had just been born. She had to be held in her arms for the whole night before she fell asleep. She cried as soon as she put it on the bed.

At that time, Zhou Hui suspected that this little girl was grinding people, and he couldn't bear to scold him.

If Zhou Hui didn't hold him, he would hold on to it all the time. He would coax and shake her hand to see her sleeping with her small fist. Even if Zhou Hui said he was too spoiled sometimes, he told Zhou Hui that their daughter was very clever and would have great future.

”Where are you?”

She asked again, ”are you still in Hong Kong?”

He did not speak, got up from the chair, almost greedily put his ear close to the mobile phone screen, listen to her voice, firmly in his heart.

It's a pity that after she asked this, maybe it was because Jiang Zhiyuan didn't reply, and she was silent for a long time.

She did not speak, he was a little anxious, opened the corner of his mouth.

On the other side of the phone, Jiangse is a little uneasy. She said so much earlier, but she didn't get any response. Fortunately, the call that was not cut off made her feel more confident about Jiang Zhiyuan at the other end of the phone.

In her mind, if this is Jiang Zhiyuan, if he kidnaps Feng Nan, if he knows from Feng Nankou that he is not Jiang se, what is his silence at this time?

”I am still abroad and will book a flight back to Hong Kong as soon as possible. If you are still in Hong Kong, I would like to see you then.”