C65 (2/2)
Cao Gongde's expression changed again and again, and his brows shrunk even more. He didn't know how to tell his daughter. He didn't even dare. A thought flashed through his mind, ”Let this matter be buried with him underground forever. From then on, he became the topic of confinement in the family, and no one is allowed to mention him again.”
Now that his daughter had asked about him, could he tell her? No, because he was a taboo topic for everyone in the family. However, if he didn't tell her, could it be that he was really letting the memories of the past, which he had once been unable to recall, slowly fade away into the dust, making it truly become a secret? Cao Gongde really did not know how to choose. He also had his difficulties and was stuck in a dilemma. He really did not know how to choose.
After considering for a long time, Cao Gongde finally made a decision. He said to his precious daughter, ”The passing of time, no matter how smooth it is, there will always be a time when the moon shines. Thus, there are some things that you just have to work hard to explore, and there will always be a day when the truth will be revealed.
Time flew. It could break through the shackles of time, but it could not escape the traces of life.
Cao Jia silently listened to her father's every word. She remembered every word he said in her heart. She was a clever girl, and there must be something in her father's words that was difficult for him to say, but he also gave her a clue. Even though he could not tell her past, he could still use his own research and analysis to explain that there were no eternal secrets in this world. No matter how tightly they were sealed, as long as they were a secret, there would always be a gap.
In the center of a certain city, night was on as lanterns were being lit. The hubbub of the city was always more comfortable than the quiet countryside. An incomparably handsome young man was walking alone on the city's streets, causing the people on the streets to turn their heads to look at him. With such a handsome man, it was impossible to lower the rate of looking back.
It was unknown if this youth didn't like the atmosphere, but the more he walked, the more remote it became. He walked onto a street that was devoid of pedestrians and was also a bit dark.
As the youth aimlessly walked, he coldly laughed in his heart because he heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.
There seemed to be a lot of people listening to the sounds, and the youth's ears were extremely good. He could tell that there were a lot of people. In such a dark street, if he was the only one left, then the sudden arrival of so many people would truly be terrifying. However, the youth's smile was even more brilliant. In the dark night, his expression was ferocious as he looked forward to the moment of bloodthirst.
The footsteps approached. They were mostly young people, some of whom had dyed their hair. He was actually holding a bright knife in his hand. When the cold youth saw this, he acted like a pig eating a tiger and softly cried out. He immediately used his hand to cover his mouth, as if he was afraid that they would find out.
Indeed, in such an environment, no matter how bold a person was, he would still be afraid. There were about one to two hundred people in that group, and when they heard the youth's exclamation, they all looked towards him.
The person in front of them did not have a knife in his hand. His expensive clothes made him look a little unusual. He was about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, and there was a lot of vicissitudes in his mature face. He stared straight at the young man in front of him. Looking at the young man's wolf-like eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Thus, he stopped in his tracks, frowned, and said in a deep voice, ”This little brother, it's already late at night, don't come out and run around. Be careful, or you might lose your life.”
The youth snorted and said, ”If you have to care about me, you just have to care about yourself.”
That person's eyebrows creased even more tightly when he heard this. It was already this late, and it was the first day of the new year at that. How did he end up meeting such a strange youth in such a remote place?
Just as he didn't know what to do, he heard a few voices from the crowd shouting, ”Big brother, don't waste your breath on this brat. Just do it, otherwise, it'll just be a waste of time.”
The originally quiet street suddenly erupted with noise.
Cao Jia finally understood the relationship between her and Zhang Song. He was actually a cousin that she had never met before. No wonder she felt a strange feeling of being connected by blood. But could she find the answer to the past that had been hidden for sixteen years? What happened sixteen years ago? Why does anyone who knows talk about it? Who was this handsome and cold youth? Why did he appear here? How come he didn't have the slightest trace of fear when facing so many fierce and evil people? Was it because of his disdain towards them? Or was he trying to stay calm? What was he doing here?