C64

Wei Meiyan was busy cooking in the kitchen. When she saw Chen Wei walk in, she immediately wiped her hands with a nearby towel, and then printed a hand mark on her apron before walking over to her. "It's almost done. We'll be able to eat soon!"

She pulled Chen Weiwei to the side and whispered, "Which room is he in? Go call your dad out for dinner!"

Wei Meiyan patted her arm, and she took a deep breath as she walked towards the room. The door was open, and foster father Chen Wei was sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, taking a long drag from his cigarette, as if he had aged a lot.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhang Xuan raised his head and looked over. Immediately, he moved his head away and said softly, "Come into the room!"

Chen Weiwei did not answer him. Instead, he walked in and stood at a slightly closer position to him. Unable to find any topic of conversation, he simply kept silent and lowered his head to look at his shoes.

Chen Wei also did not say anything. He just continued smoking as if he was very worried about something. Only after taking a puff did he start to speak.

"The lawyer came to see me yesterday and said it was your idea."

Chen Wei didn't mention anything about hitting her after drinking that day, as if it had never happened.

She also understood that it was the same every time. Even if he felt sorry for her after waking up, he still wouldn't say it.

She and her foster mother were husband and wife after all. They could yell loudly and not want to get divorced, but she was different. She was just a junior. He couldn't bring himself to apologize, so he couldn't do anything.

Hearing his words, Chen Weiwei's first reaction was that it should be that Beitang Bing had already taken care of this matter, so he admitted to it.

"Yes!" It was a very ordinary reply.

Then there was another silence, and the atmosphere was uncomfortable.

Feeling unaccustomed, Chen Weiwei opened his mouth, "Dad, Mom has already prepared the dishes and is going out to eat!"

Chen Wei acknowledged and threw away the cigarette in his hand. Just as Chen Weiwei was about to leave, Chen Wei suddenly spoke, "I can tell you about your biological parents if you want to know!"

Chen Weiwei paused for a moment, and his expression changed. Then, he quickly recovered, "I don't want to know, and don't tell me either."

They were the ones who didn't want her, and since they didn't want her, she didn't want them either. Where were they when she was hiding in a corner, afraid of thinking about them alone? Now that she was an adult, she didn't want to have anything to do with someone who didn't want her anymore.

"Actually, they …"

"Dad, let's go out to eat!" She stopped him at once.

She remembered the year when her adoptive parents didn't have that much money to help her pay her tuition fees in university. At that time, she thought she might not be able to continue attending school, but once, she overheard her adoptive father's phone call. The adoptive father very carefully said, "The child is going to university now, can you lend me some money?"

She did not know what she had said to her adoptive father. At that time, all she heard was her adoptive father say very humbly the words of thanks many times.

At that time, she hid in her room and cried for a long time. If she said that she must be grateful, then she must be grateful that they gave birth to her, allowing her to come to this world, giving her the chance to meet Beitang Bing and become his wife.

Everything else was gone!

No one spoke much at dinner, and there were several times when the foster father wanted to say something, but he didn't. She thought he must have wanted to talk about her biological parents, but the foster mother gave her food as usual, telling her to eat more, and she ate the bowl of rice bit by bit, as if she was counting, absent-mindedly.

After finishing her meal, she helped her adoptive mother clean up the table. She let go of the TV and watched for a while, then went to sleep in her room. It was already 4 PM, she told her adoptive mother that she would be going back first, she glanced at the main room, her adoptive father was sitting on the bed with his head lowered, smoking and looking depressed.

She didn't go in to tell her adoptive father that she was going back. Instead, she greeted her adoptive mother and expressed her farewell. Then, she hastily left the room.

Downstairs, she looked at the shabby little district. Nothing seemed to have changed, but it had changed a lot.

How could there be no changes? The residential complex that he grew up in was also gradually getting older. Time could change a lot; it could bury many things, and many things could also surface.