C90

What are you running away from

All the grievances and grievances of the past few years, like a flood that had burst out of a dam, were completely vented out in Yu Meng's uncontrollable excitement.

Yu Zheng didn't say anything, he just sat weakly on the sofa like a deflated ball.

She stood in front of the sofa, looking down at her father. All the grievances and concessions from the past few years were still lingering in her heart. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

She finally remembered the reason she came to find Yu Zheng.

Without another word, Yu Meng turned and went upstairs.

The room at the end of the corridor on the second floor was the one Yu Meng's mother used to live in. After her mother died, that room was locked away. It was filled with memories of her mother's past, and no one was allowed to enter.

Yu Mengmeng found some clues about memory there.

The door was locked, and Yu Meng couldn't move the handle of the door.

Yu Zheng also followed Yu Meng and went upstairs. Seeing her opening the door, he asked stiffly.

"What are you doing?!"

"Why is the house locked? There's nothing of value here, why are you locking it? "

Yu Zheng couldn't think of a good explanation for a while, so he said directly: "Don't worry about it."

This was the only mental support that Yu Meng had left. How could she not care about it?!

"Give me the key, I want to go in."

Yu Zheng became anxious: "What are you crazy about?"

Yu Meng was also worried, "Am I going crazy?" I just want to see my mother's room to recover some warmth. Do you think this is crazy?!? "

Yu Zheng slightly loosened his mouth.

"The lock on the house is broken. I haven't had time to find someone to fix it."

"Is that so?" Yu Meng looked at that brand-new lock, it was obviously a new one that had been replaced by someone else. This Yu Zheng, did he still treat her as a fool to be coaxed?

Without knowing where she got the strength from, Yu Meng lifted her leg and kicked towards the door.

The bedroom door was actually kicked open by Yu Meng.

Everything in the bedroom came into view, leaving Yu Meng in a daze.

Everything was empty. There was nothing here.

There were no photographs, no photo albums, no beige dresses her mother liked to wear, no sheets she'd used for five or six years.

There was only a bed, a desk and an empty wardrobe.

The place was dazzling to the eye.

Yu Meng could not believe that Yu Zheng was really going to clean up the place.

She dragged herself into the room as if she were in a completely unfamiliar room.

The sun was clearly shining through the cracks in the window, but she felt very cold.

Unknowingly, Yu Zheng had already walked behind her. His low, slightly hoarse male voice sounded, carrying the vicissitudes of life, as though it had never changed in many years.

"Your mother has been gone for so many years, we should all put aside our sorrows and continue living well, right?"

"Bullshit!" Yu Meng couldn't take it anymore, and she didn't want to take it anymore either. Previously, she still held some hope for this man, not because he was her father, but because he was someone her mother loved deeply.

But now, everything had changed.

"You won't even let me have this last thought? It was just a small room! Mom's not even here anymore! What else can she do to you? "Do you really have to make this matter so absolute?!"

Yu Zheng was speechless.

"Yu Meng, you're done!"

Shen Bijun also came up from downstairs. Seeing the uncontrollable dream, she finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Are you done yet? What's your dad doing with all this junk? Come here and reminisce about that unfaithful mother of yours? Did you know that when your father came to this room in the past, he only cried once? If you want to blame someone, then blame me! Don't blame your father! I threw everything away! It has nothing to do with your father! "

Shen Bijun spoke a lot in a flustered and exasperated manner, but Yu Zheng kept on trying to stop her but to no avail.

Yu Meng didn't manage to catch a few words because the words "you don't follow the path of a woman" stung her eardrums.

It became the straw that completely crushed the camel.

There was an empty vase on the table, dry and dusty.

Yu Meng grabbed him and threw him towards Shen Bijun's head.

"Shen Bijun, you can scold me, but you scolded my mother, so I want you to die!"

She had gone mad, and Yu Meng knew in her heart that she was going crazy.

Who wouldn't go crazy after encountering so many things in such a short period of time?

Yu Zheng blocked the attack for Shen Bijun without even thinking.

The vase shattered into pieces on Yu Zheng's back.

Yu Meng was shocked, Shen Bijun screamed in fear.

"Enough." However, Yu Zheng was the calmest of them all. He furrowed his brows and told Shen Bijun not to make noise, before raising her head to look at her own daughter, "Go."

The helplessness and confusion in Yu Zheng's eyes were complicated, as though there were many hidden emotions.

These words were like a splash of ice-cold water, flooding Yu Meng from head to toe.

"I will leave." After a long time, she finally said, "You don't need to chase me away."

"But I have another question to ask before I go."

Yu Zheng's forehead started to bleed. It was the broken fragments of the vase that fell on his back a moment ago.

Shen Bijun raised his hand to help him wipe it, but was pushed down by Yu Zheng as he held onto his wrist.

"You can leave first." Yu Zheng said to Shen Bijun: "Go downstairs and wait."

"But …" Shen Bijun carefully looked at her furious dream, afraid that she would go crazy and hurt her father.

"Go quickly!" Yu Zheng growled, using his strength to pull at the wound on his head, causing him to unconsciously frown in pain.

"Alright."

Shen Bijun had no other choice and walked away resentfully.

Yu Zheng closed the door and wiped the blood off his head with the back of his hand. He spoke to Yu Meng.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Just how did my mother die?"

Yu Zheng was startled, the question from Yu Meng surprised him a little.

"Why do you suddenly ask?"

"Just answer me."

"The cause of death you know." Yu Zheng also became suspicious.

"I forgot." Yu Meng did not try to hide her confusion, "I don't know why, but the memories I had of my mother ever since I was eighteen were gradually becoming blurry. It wasn't until I returned from Sri Lanka that I realized that I couldn't remember them at all."

As Yu Zheng listened, he was no longer as shocked as he was before. On the contrary, he was calmly thinking about it, seemingly somewhat vexed but also somewhat in a reasonable silence.

This confused Yu Meng, so she quickly asked.

"Do you know why?"

Yu Meng had thought that it was because she had a bad memory that she forgot. She only needed to find some memories about her mother's past and start from the beginning. Then, she would be able to recover her memories.

However, seeing Yu Zheng's reaction today, it seemed like this matter was far from simple.

Yu Zheng opened his mouth again to ask a question that was completely unrelated to this matter.

"Do you have a lot of headaches lately?"

Yu Meng was a little confused. "Who did you say?"

"You."

She frowned as she tried to recall, as if there had been a few bouts of pain, but only for a brief moment, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"A little." "Why do you ask?" Yu Meng asked.

"You forgot that when your mother passed away, your brain was heavily stimulated, and it took a long time for it to recover. Therefore, your current appearance is most likely an aftereffect."

Yu Meng remained silent.

"I already told you, it's not good for you to hold onto that memory. Now that you can't remember, don't think about it anymore. If you can live happily, your mom will be very happy too."

However, Yu Meng was unwilling to compromise like this.

"The broken mirror won't be restored, the damaged brain and lost memories will be the same, Yu Meng …" Yu Zheng patted Yu Meng's shoulder lightly, and said to her sincerely and sincerely: "I won't be able to retrieve my lost memories."

Yu Meng stiffly accepted her father's words. She didn't know if it was because she subconsciously knew that her head had been injured before, but now she really felt pain.

Yu Meng supported her aching head and found a chair to sit on.

It was a long time before she took the picture out of her pocket.

Turning his head, Yu Zheng sat beside her, accompanying her.

"This person is mother, right?"

When Yu Zheng took the photo, his face immediately turned gloomy.

He barely looked at it before he returned it to Yu Meng's hand, as if he didn't want to look at it any longer.

He coldly replied, "No."

"How could that be? You didn't even take a good look, this is obviously …"

"Enough!" Yu Zheng changed his attitude from before, and his voice became much more stiff: "If I said it, then it's not!"

This time, Yu Meng was completely sure that Yu Zheng was hiding something from her.

"How did mother die?"

The question went back and stopped at the beginning.

"Sick."

Yu Zheng seemed to be annoyed, he only said two words for Yu Meng.

"What disease?" Yu Meng refused to forgive her.

"Heart disease."

"Which hospital was she treated at? I'm going to check the medical records. "

Finally, Yu Zheng couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Have you finished making a fuss, Yu Meng?!" "You only have me as your father, and yet you want to force me to go crazy?!"

Yu Meng's eyes were reddened with tears. She had never thought of herself as her father, but she also only had one mother!

"I just want to know the truth. Why would I drive you crazy?"

Yu Meng slowly calmed down as her mind raced, a series of events occurred. A loophole appeared in her mind as she faced Yu Zheng, who did not land one word at a time, asking for an explanation.

Yu Meng held up the photo in her hands, waving it in front of Yu Zheng.

"Tell me first, why are you afraid to look at this picture? What are you running away from? "

Yu Zheng's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his cheeks bulged slowly as he gritted his teeth with a green complexion.

"Yu Meng, you dare to question your father like that?!"

Although Yu Zheng was fierce enough at the moment, he did not have the slightest bit of presence.

"I want you to answer me." Yu Meng brought the photo and got closer and closer to Yu Zheng. "You, what are you trying to escape from?"