Jia Peng were still out there.The door swung open with a bang, and dazzling sunlight flooded in. Yi Mu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and saw Gan An walk in against the light, squatting down in front...Their homes were a few stations apart, but he didn't mind the distance at all.

Occasionally... occasionally, he would deliberately take a longer route, weaving through various alleys to send her home. As nightfall approached, in deserted alleys, he would stop the car and kiss her deeply.

Shu Tinglan always thought to herself, "Fortunately, I was clueless back then and my family was strict. If I had secretly dated Zhuo Yu'an like this back then, how could I have gotten into Senzhou University How could I have the career and life I have now"

But now, time feels like it's abundant, so we can squander it recklessly and wander wherever our hearts desire.

She said, "Zhuo Y uan, could you apply for the campus radio I want to hear you read me a poem."

She regretted that she hadn't heard Zhuo Yu'an reading poems on the campus radio for two whole years. She had missed it completely back then, and now she wished she could make up for it. She would definitely listen to every single one carefully.

"Good." Zhuo Yu'an readily agreed.

He meant what he said.

The next day after school, as the music from the campus radio played, his voice came on, clear and concise.

Below, this poem "The Bride" by Haizi is dedicated to Shu Tinglan, a student in Senior High School Grade One (Class 3).

After a short piece of soothing music, his voice came, deep and calm.

My hometown's little wooden house, chopsticks, a tub of clear water

and many days after that

Many farewells

Today

Let others speak.

Let the boatmen on distant rivers say >

There is a lamp.

gleaming

This lamp is sleeping in my room tonight.

After this month is over, we open the door.

Some flowers bloom on tall trees.

Some fruits are borne deep underground.

Shuting Lan stood there, her ears...

His melodious voice filled the air, and his mind flashed with images of their married life, like this poem, some flowers blooming high in the trees, and some fruits ripening deep underground.

Their love blossomed, everything was so beautiful. In terms of their relationship, she had no regrets at all.

After the broadcast ended, she raced to the broadcasting booth, eager to see him as soon as possible. After so many years, she had finally heard him recite the poem with her own ears.

Just as Zhuo Yu'an went off air and walked out of the broadcasting room, he was bumped into by her. Ignoring the strange looks from other students, she hugged him: "Zhuo Yu'an, I came back to see you." We walked the same paths and shared a period of youth together.

A dark cloud hung over the house. Ever since she had talked to her father about it last time, she had been patiently waiting for him to resolve the issue with Wen Lan and her daughter.

Even if he was threatened by Wen Lan and had something she could use against him, that was his own problem to solve.

However, her father never took any action. He even avoided her gaze, while Wen Lan, as always, drove her Porsche in and out of the community, acting arrogantly. Every time she saw her, she would stop and ask, "Lanlan, where are you going Auntie can give you a ride."

She guessed her dad probably talked to Wenlan, but it didn't work out.

Things took a turn for the worse. She thought it was just a simple affair, but she didn't know there were such complex financial entanglements involved. According to her father, Wen Lan and others had schemed against him years ago. All these years, he had been their puppet, used to launder money and even take the fall for them.

Besides her anger at his unwillingness to fight back, she could only do her best to help him resolve the matter. So after dinner, while her mother was clearing up in the kitchen, she

After all, she wasn't a real high school student anymore, so she was very rational and calm. "Dad, do you have records of every penny you sent to Wenlan over the years Or any chat records with those people who pressured you"

Her composure brought her father peace of mind. After some thought, she shook her head and said, "Every payment to Wenlan wasn't directly given to her; it was made in the name of investment and deposited into her brother's company account."

"Tinglan, Dad is sorry to both you and Mom. Dad has no way back. Recently Qining has been restless, and the higher-ups have sent people down to investigate. But rest assured, the only thing I've done right in all these years is not to involve you and your mother. It won't affect your lives in the future."

Shu Tinglan said coldly, "If you're in trouble, how could it not affect us" How couldn't her and her mother's life on the run be affected

Thinking back, she felt suffocated again and struggled desperately: "Dad, go turn yourself in. I've calculated it for you, if you were threatened and all the dirty money isn't under your name, you aren't the main culprit. At most, you'll get a few years. I'll help you. Dad, this is your only way out, and our family's only way out."

As long as he doesn't commit suicide, he won't die, and his family will not fall apart.

As the two were talking, a sudden crash came from behind them. Her mother's face turned pale as she stood silently behind them, an empty bottle falling from her hand and shattering on the ground with a sharp crack.

"You...what are you talking about What Wenlan What surrendering"

The father and daughter were at a loss for words, neither one able to speak.

Make a complete sentence. >

"You guys are talking, so I'm asking you both, father and daughter, what have you been whispering about downstairs every day lately Shuminghai! Shutinglan!" she asked her mother sternly.

Her father hung his head low, the secrets he'd kept hidden for over a decade were exposed, leaving him completely dejected and demoralized, his face drained of all color.

That night, the house could only be described as chaotic. My parents were locked in their bedroom, my mom's voice screaming and arguing inside, along with the sounds of things being smashed and broken.

Shu Tinglan leaned against the door and didn't go in to stop her. Her mother needed to vent, she had to let her vent.

She always believed that once these layers of mist were dispelled, their family would surely welcome a new dawn.

She had never expected that after a night of arguing at home, when things finally calmed down, her father would go out alone early in the morning and never return.

Because he was hit by a speeding car on his way out, he died instantly.

Shutinglan didn't know if he had been intentionally knocked down, or if it was just an accident, or even a murder. In any case, fate was like a series of unchangeable cycles. Even though she went back to high school and knew about her father's situation beforehand, she tried her best to solve the problem and prevent the tragedy from happening to her family.

But it didn't work, things are still running their course.

She and her mother still saw their father's broken body. Wen Lan and Wen Jian, mother and daughter, continued to make a scene at the spirit hall, but this time, both of them were calm. They were not shocked by ignorance, nor were they helpless in the face of suddenness. They calmly completed the funeral rites, just like last time, with no changes whatsoever.

After the funeral, Mom seemed to be lost in thought, haunted by a shadow.

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