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When Zhuang Yao was 16 years old, he learned that he was not a "young master", but Zhuang Zhong's illegitimate son.

Chen Zhen was sitting cross-legged by the bed at that time, playing with flowers and plants, when she saw someone coming in, she raised her eyes and saw that it was Zhuang Yao, she lowered her head to play with the orchid in her hand, without making a sound.

Compared with his serious father, Zhuang Yao is better able to communicate with this indifferent mother.

"I'm not your biological child, am I?" Zhuang Yao asked straight to the point.

Chen Zhen's hand paused, and then continued to move.She still didn't speak.From the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, you can see the beautiful scenery of the mountains. It is early summer, and the mountains in the distance are hidden in the clouds and mist, lingering around.There are many workers downstairs who are busy. They are about to move. There were many books and ancient books in Chen Zhen's room, but now it is empty.

"To be precise, you are your father's child, but not mine."

This answer also confirmed Zhuang Yao's conjecture, and he replied: "Okay, I understand."

Zhuang Yao was expressionless, he was fascinated by the pot of Clivia in Chen Zhen's hand.

Chen Zhen was a little curious and asked him, "Aren't you sad?"

"Why should I be sad? I'm the son of a third party, but you don't treat me badly."

Chen Zhen lowered her eyes and smiled, then said: "Zhongyao, your mother is in this house. You are Aunt Chang's child."

Ever since Zhuang Yao could remember, Aunt Chang was by his side.Aunt Chang would cook his favorite meal, prepare his favorite dress, and pat him on the shoulder to lull him to sleep when he was afraid of the bottomless darkness in the closet.Zhuang Yao suspected this for more than a year, and it was only after his 16th birthday that he finally made up his mind to pierce the window paper.

He had imagined countless times that his biological mother had an elegant temperament like Chen Zhen, so noble and reserved.It was Aunt Chang.

Zhuang Yao left Chen Zhen's room distraught.Chen Zhen said that Aunt Chang was originally a little-known little singer, but she met Zhuang Zhong by chance and had a good night's sleep.A dewy marriage, originally neither coming nor going, but for him, she chose to stay in this deep house compound.A woman is willing to be an ox and a horse, and a lowly one, just wanting to stay by his side.

Zhuang Yao likes to listen to Aunt Chang singing.

Chongerfei, Chongerfei, who are you missing?As a child, he had fallen asleep to this graceful singing countless times, but he never thought that the love in this singing was so deep.

Aunt Chang refused to admit that she was his biological mother.Knowing Zhuang Yao's early wisdom, Chen Zhen made this plan a few years ago. It was Aunt Chang who begged her to keep this secret forever.She was afraid that this fact would shatter Zhuang Yao's confidence in living at home. The most important thing was that Zhuang Yao was so good and outstanding, he shouldn't have a mother like himself.

A month later, Zhuang Yao went to England.He entered a public school in London, and with the honor and privilege of a senior official's family, he studied and lived in England ever since.Later, Zhuang Yao lost his most important friend in a terrorist attack in downtown London, and Zhuang Zhong also put heavy pressure on him. He had to leave England, where he had lived for many years, across the Atlantic Ocean, to the United States West Bank, keep wandering.

Aunt Chang's birth name is Chang Yanyun.Her illness started two years ago, and Zhuang Zhong gave her a sum of money to leave the house.Zhuang Yao left the courtyard house very early, or after he went to England, he had already left the dealership.Aunt Chang usually has to wait for a long time, only during festivals, or when Zhuang Zhong speaks, can she see Zhuang Yao once.Because of Zhuang Zhong's request, Chang Yanyun agreed.

After Zhuang Yao heard about it, he placed Chang Yanyun in a private nursing home near Xishan. Later, Chang Yanyun's condition worsened, and Zhuang Yao entrusted Xu Ping to treat everything for her according to the standards of Zhuang Zhong and Chen Zhen, but he himself once They have never met Chang Yanyun.

Therefore, Zhuang Yao is standing at the door of the ICU now, separated by a cold white door, so he hesitates so much.He asked Xu Ping to appear in the name of Zhuang Zhong, while he hid himself in the dark.

He couldn't explain why fear had taken that step.Perhaps, everyone will have a moment when they are afraid of meeting another self.

"The rescue went well, and I can return to the general ward in a few days."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Xu Ping didn't say much, just asked him if he wanted to go to Mu Ning later.

Zhuang Yao laughed, "I'm not in the mood to look for him now." Of course he didn't mention to Xu Ping that he saw Mu Ning kissing Lin Jiayang.

"It's because you're in a bad mood." Xu Ping hesitated to speak.

Zhuang Yao didn't answer, but looked at Chang Yanyun who was still sleeping in the ICU, and sighed softly.

Amy Zhao just woke up, and received a call from Yang Liu, saying that a jewelry brand event was arranged for Mu Ning tomorrow, and the clothes were borrowed according to Mu Ning's size.Amy Zhao checked the progress of tomorrow's set. There is no night show at night, but the journey time from here to the city center is not optimistic, not to mention it is a working day.So I decided to go get the clothes back first, and then change them in the car and put on makeup to save time to the greatest extent.He greeted Mu Ning and left.

Zhuang Yao didn't think about what to do with Mu Ning, after all, he might bump into Lin Jiayang again.But he felt that something was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't let it go or melt away.Chang Yanyun, Zhuang Zhong, Lin Jiayang...these people turned into mud and rocks and piled up in the middle of the river. The torrent was approaching, but there was no one to guide them.Even Zhuang Yao had to admit that his heart was in a mess at the moment, and Mu Ning might be the only one who could calm him down.

"Zhuang Yao?" Mu Ning was startled when he opened the door, then poked his head out again, thinking that Zhuang Yao was taking someone else with him, at least it must be Xu Ping or something.

"Didn't you just leave?"

"...not far." Zhuang Yao asked, "Is it convenient for me to come in?"

Mu Ning hesitated for a while, and stood at the door without moving.

"Inconvenient?" Zhuang Yao continued to probe.

"No...it's just that the room is a bit messy." Mu Ning quickly explained and let Zhuang Yao walk in.

"Is something wrong?"

Mu Ning originally didn't intend to let Zhuang Yao come in, but he suddenly remembered the call Zhuang Yao received not long ago, afraid that something might happen, he couldn't speak for a while.

"It's nothing," Zhuang Yao turned his attention to customers, and sat down on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, with a few books scattered on the desk.

Zhuang Yao took a closer look, and there was a copy of "The Tin Drum" translated and published in 2000 directly above it. The edge of the book was yellowed, but it was old but not damaged.Without bookmarks, a pen is used instead to be clipped to a certain page.Zhuang Yao's eyes were familiar, and it took a few seconds before he remembered that this was his own book.

"I'm sorry, I have to return it to you after reading it. There are still dozens of pages left." Mu Ning explained.

Zhuang Yao raised his head, not the usual playful expression, his eyes were still dark and bottomless, making it difficult to guess.

Mu Ning deliberately avoided Zhuang Yao's eyes. He remembered the kiss that didn't happen outside the charity party that day very clearly.If I guess correctly, Zhuang Yao probably came here for this matter.

It's a pity that he is no longer the Mu Ning of the past.

"You don't have to pay me back." Zhuang Yao lowered his head again, looking at the French windows covered by gauze curtains.The scenery outside the window is misty, and the large bungalows outside the film and television base are of uneven heights, covered with a layer of indissoluble gray mist, which is not at all like the lush green hills outside the floor-to-ceiling windows in Chen Zhen's bedroom.

"Do you know why there are no floor-to-ceiling windows in my house?" Zhuang Yao asked.

Mu Ning didn't know.

Zhuang Yao didn't ask himself any more questions and answers, he just sat there motionless, without emotion or expression, and didn't say a word.

Mu Ning has seen Zhuang Yao like this, although the times are rare.It is true that there is nothing that can make a person like Zhuang Yao look overwhelmed, once there is, he will be like this.Sometimes it's in front of the fish tank at home, sometimes it's in the wine cellar, and sometimes—just like now, it stays by Mu Ning's side without doing anything or saying a word.

For Zhuang Yao, this is something special about Mu Ning.Munning is his ocean-going Gulf Stream, with rough waves but also warm and peaceful.

But for Mu Ning, he didn't think there was anything special about Zhuang Yao treating him like this.If Zhuang Yao treated him like this, he would probably treat others the same way.What he wants is always the only one, not a moment of tenderness when he is depressed.That's not enough.

Zhuang Yao sat in Mu Ning's room for a while.Mu Ning didn't bother chasing him, and buried his head in studying the script by himself. The filming of "Speedstorm" was coming to an end, and there was a scene that gave Mu Ning a headache.He has been studying hard for several days, trying to understand everything about Lin Tai, but there is always a layer of clearly visible glass between him and Lin Tai—it is still bulletproof.

Two hours later, Zhuang Yao finally moved.His legs were a little cramped, so he changed his sitting position and faced Mu Ning, watching with a half-smile.

"Mr. Zhuang," Mu Ning said angrily, "It's getting dark."

"I'm sorry to take up your two hours." Zhuang Yao answered naturally, "What are you looking at?"

"Script." Mu Ning replied without thinking, and regretted it after two seconds.

"Mr. Zhuang, you came to my room to meditate for two hours without saying a word, and you are not going to explain?"

Zhuang Yao smiled and said, "What do you explain?"

Mu Ning said bluntly: "Can you show some face."

Zhuang Yao was not angry either, and said, "Don't 'you', 'you', I am in my prime."

"Let me count, you have to have this year..." Mu Ning really pretended to count with his fingers: "Tsk, it must be around forty?"

Zhuang Yao knew that Mu Ning deliberately said that he was several years older, and he didn't correct him, he just followed him and said, "That's how you grow old."

Mu Ning was too lazy to talk nonsense: "Can you go now?"

"Let's go now." Zhuang Yao didn't hesitate, and turned to get his coat.

"Inexplicable." Mu Ning muttered softly.

Zhuang Yao paused as he left, and looked at Mu Ning.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Although I know that you, like me, have a cold relationship with your parents, and that little family affection is better than nothing, but..." Zhuang Yao made up his mind, raised his eyes again, and said, "If your biological mother has been by your side for many years , but never told you. If, if she is seriously ill, what will you do? Continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb according to her wishes, or..."

"You?" Mu Ning asked.

Zhuang Yao's eyes dodged a little: "A friend."

Mu Ning understood, and just said: "Zhuang Yao, I think that if you are not sure about anything, just try it. It's better than regretting everything."

Zhuang Yao didn't speak any more, turned and left the room.