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Yu Zheng didn't have a way out, and neither did Yu Meng.

The way she looked at him was so calm, but it was so quiet that it forced his breathing to become short and his heart to pound.

"One word of truth."

When had it become so difficult for them to even have a genuine conversation?

After an unknown amount of time, the lights finally returned to silence. The lights in the room were sudden and glaring, and cicadas were chirping outside. The father and daughter pair sat there in silence.

It was just like Yu Meng who had grown up in the past few years.

Finally, the movements in Yu Zheng's hands broke the silence.

He took the photo that Yu Meng had been clutching in her hands and looked down at it.

In the end, all the complicated emotions turned into a deep sigh.

"When you find out about some things, you will regret stubbornly pursuing the truth."

Yu Zheng's words were filled with bitterness: "People are always so conflicted."

Yu Meng quietly sized up Yu Zheng's expression. There was sadness, hesitation and even self-mockery in his eyes.

He laughed again.

"I've never seen your mother laugh so happily in my life." Yu Zheng said, "Really … "Looks good..."

Yu Meng was stunned.

She could clearly hear her heart beating, accelerating so fast she could almost jump out of her chest.

Trembling, Yu Meng finally mustered the courage to ask, "You mean, she's really my mother?"

Yu Zheng did not deny it. He lifted his palm that was full of wrinkles and gently caressed the old photo.

A drop.

Two drops.

Three drops... It kept falling, wetting the young face in the photo.

The mother in the photo was sunny and did not look like a woman with an adult daughter at all. However, she looked to be in her early thirties. She had a face that all the women in the world envied.

Yu Meng couldn't help but ask.

"Why …"

She had so many reasons in her heart that she had no idea which one to say first.

"Your mother and I knew each other when we were very young. At that time, we lived in the same village. Afterwards, I went to work in the city with my parents, so we separated."

childhood sweethearts, none of these dreams have ever been mentioned by Yu Zheng.

"When you were young, your mother was pretty and delicate. She was a well-known beauty in the village, and many boys liked her." Yu Zheng said, "I am no exception."

Yu Zheng said as he turned the photo over in his hands. Behind the photo were two people's names.

Wen Lan — Mu Bai.

He rubbed the picture, choking and unable to speak.

"She especially likes the word 'Mist'. She said that the word originally described the fog in the mountain, but it looked like the mountain wind whistling through the wind. And she grew up in the mountains, so she knows how beautiful and magnificent it is. "

It was only then that Yu Meng understood why her mother had changed her name to Wen Lan. She was originally called Wen Mei, and the plum blossom fragrance had come from the bitter cold.

However, even though she had changed her name, her life was still as difficult as a plum blossom, but filled with pride.

When Yu Zheng recalled it, there was light in his eyes, there was yearning, and a hope that he had not had in all these years.

"When we were young, staying in the mountains was our happiest time. The undeveloped mountains were filled with gifts from nature. At that time, she loved to laugh and was very happy every day."

While talking, the light in Yu Zheng's eyes started to go out, and slowly, he began to talk about everything that happened after he entered the city.

"She wasn't happy when she married me." Yu Zheng said, "Or perhaps, it should be said that ever since she entered the city, she no longer felt happy."

"Then she … Why did Mom want to go into the city? "

"My parents earned a lot of money from working in the city, and later on, they started their own business and started their own company, so the more money they earned each month." My parents earned a lot of money from working in the city, and later, they started their own business and started their own company, and the money they earned from their own business.

"It was my father's intention to marry her into our family. I would not force her, but my father knew what I had been thinking all these years, so he decided to do whatever he wanted. As long as his family was willing to give us Mei, my family would help them pay off their debts."

When the story came to this point, it was the same as what Yu Meng had heard from Fang Rui.

All her doubts and speculations from the past few days were revealed to Yu Meng in the worst light. It was the first time in her life that she had heard the story of her own mother from someone else.

This moved Yu Meng, and made her want to stubbornly put the future of the company on top of the story, is her own mother and other men's love story.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Yu Meng felt as if her temples were jumping nonstop. Her head hurt like there were countless electric drills drilling through her brain. Many memories were being drilled into the wall, forming cracks. The memories inside the wall were rushing out like a dam that had burst. Mixed together, swaying and shaking.

Her body felt light and light, but she was still subconsciously asking questions.

"After that, mother successfully returned back to the Sri Lanka, right?"

Yu Zheng hesitated a little, his expression painful, but in the end he still could not bear to nod his head.

"Yes."

Yu Meng's cold gaze fell on Yu Zheng, not knowing what kind of emotion to face. She was in a mess, too messy.

"But you don't want her."

In that story, the heroine had survived the war, returned to her family after suffering a great deal, but the husband had married another wife, had a child, and her own daughter did not recognize her.

Yu Meng had always felt that the most despairing aspect of this story wasn't the death of a friend, or the abandonment of one's faith, but rather, at the very last moment, the dust had settled.

How cruel that was.

Now she knew that she was the cause of this cruelty.

Yu Meng looked at Yu Zheng and felt that their entire family was the main culprit.

Her mother had married her father for debt. Eighteen years after giving birth to her, she had resolutely left the country, going to a distant country to have a passionate love affair with other men, leaving her with her lonely father.

Then his father walked out of his grief and found a woman who truly loved him. His life had finally returned to normal, and his mother, who had caused the tragedy that year, had reappeared. When he returned home, there was nothing he could do about it.

Sometimes, fate was just like this. There were only so many opportunities that could be used in a lifetime. Time never waited for people to pass by. Now, all that was left was a bunch of sad stories to remember.

It was too late to say anything.

Yu Meng remembered everything, but she couldn't remember anything at all.

A mass of memories burst through the wall that had stood in his mind for so many years, gushing out and mixing in chaos.

Her chest hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. Everything was so close, even closer than before.

Everything of the past was like a long and unending nightmare.

Yu Meng opened her mouth, but no words came out.

His head was in pain and his body was uncontrollably thrown back as he anxiously shouted again:

"Mengmeng!" What's wrong with you?! " Afterwards, it would become unconscious again.

In Yu Meng's memories, her mother had been that gentle. She remembered how old and useless her mother was, as well as the dim yellow light, and remembered that Wen Lan seemed to like playing the piano too.

Those memories were from Yu Meng's memories. She couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

So it turned out that she had lost so many memories.

The wall of memories continued to collapse, rustling down and quietly collapsing.

In a flash, there were also a few familiar scenes.

He spoke gently and lazily about the man. She was cold to face the world, but warm to face her.

That year, Yu Meng was eighteen years old. She only carried her school bag and embarked on the road to Sri Lanka. She thought that she was bravely advancing forward, but in her father's eyes, she was just like her mother.

When they arrived at Sri Lanka, there were refugees everywhere, buildings destroyed by bombs, wounded soldiers, blood and flesh scattered everywhere. It was a shocking sight.

This was how Yu Meng had passed through when she was 18 years old.

She was terrified. Every day, she trembled with the desire to die. However, she had never thought about going home for more than a moment.

Because there was her mother and the man she loved.

In Sri Lanka, she had seen too much despair and pain of parting from death. Yu Meng was no longer afraid of death, the only thing she was afraid of was losing someone she deeply loved.

Before she found them, her mother and he, the more nervous they became.

She was afraid that when she found it, it would all be over.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Yu Meng followed the refugees south. Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck down from the sky, and the pedestrians on the streets were blasted into a mess. Blood splattered everywhere, and the few remaining trees were set ablaze, as if they were on their way to death.

One of the thunders fell, and Yu Meng felt a powerful force rushing towards her. She thought that she would definitely not be able to escape this blow. Suddenly, she fell into a warm embrace.

She was held tightly, until the surroundings quieted down, leaving only the dust flying in the air.

Yu Meng could clearly feel the man's broad chest, his strong heartbeat, and his breathing, which was exacerbated by his nervousness.

Every moment was so familiar, so familiar to her that her eyes reddened.

She didn't even need to look up to know who it was.

Finally, in the past dozen days that she had come to Sri Lanka, she had fearfully endured everything. She found a slope to let her vent unrestrainedly in the arms of this man.

She finally burst into tears.

"Xiao Bai, I'm so scared …"

She was vague and inarticulate, with only the word "afraid" in her words.

"Good boy." The man gently stroked the girl's head, allowing her to release her emotions into his arms.

A steady and deep voice rang out: "I'm here."

Tan Yubai's voice pierced through the clamorous gunfire as the air filled with pity and reached Yu Meng's ears. Like a powerful force, it entered into Yu Meng's heart and made her anxious.

Her breathing steadied, her tears stopped, but she held on to his hand, refusing to let go.

He wasn't afraid of another lightning strike coming down from the sky, so he just let her grab hold of him. He couldn't bear to disturb the peace that she had finally obtained with great difficulty.

He was just like that, unconditionally spoiling her.

Even though it was always a secret.