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Inside the mailbox, I quickly read the email from Zhao Kun. I also read the introduction of the new company and the contract to transfer shares.

I frowned. No matter how I looked at the name, it sounded a little rustic. "Morning, why don't you call me" Morning An "bluntly said.

It was a straight man's name.

He sent a smacking emoji.

An old man is an old man, he doesn't even have an emoji pack and is still using Tencent's yellow-headed emoji bag.

"Chao'an, it's Zhao Kun and Lu Weian." He typed in two lines of words: "Stupid."

"Pick a word of our names and put them together. That's a new name, isn't it a little too casual …"

The screen showed that the other party was typing, so I waited.

"Chang'an, it can also be called Cheng'an. It means that it can recruit talents from all over the world. You idiot."

I thought about it, as if I hadn't thought about it all of a sudden.

He received another message from him.

"I changed this especially last night. I've changed both contracts. "

I smiled and typed in the next line.

"Are you trying to tie us up in the same boat?"

"You can think of it that way."

"I'll sign the contract and send it to you electronically."

"Alright."

Even though it looked to be a little hasty, I was really afraid that Zhao Kun would regret it. After all, I didn't really help much.

Eighteen percent was really too much.

Maybe because I am in this position with myself, I do not feel that it is difficult to accomplish these things, but for Zhao Kun and Chao An, it is a crucial step for them to take the first step.

His days continued like this, Zhao Kun decided to settle the matters of the two companies. If I could help, I would go over to the company to help, and occasionally meet with some shareholders and occasionally treat them to a meal.

The growth rate to become a merchant was very fast, but to truly become a qualified merchant, it was very difficult.

As the company stabilized bit by bit, because Mu Huainan was busy, he did not ask too much about it. It seemed that his life continued to be peaceful until the start of university, when the day of the new student's registration was about to arrive.

The day before, I had visited my parents before going to the grave.

I don't think I've seen them since I came back.

It's not that I'm not filial, but that I don't dare.

I never dared to face them.

It was a very blue day, and the breeze was blowing gently. The southern cities were always hot in August or September. There weren't many people here, and I brought up some paper money and the legendary Han Dynasty, all folded up in yellow paper, sitting in front of the grave and burning piles after piles of it to them.

My dad's only weakness was that he loved money too much. He had been stuck in a dead end for the rest of his life and refused to come out.

Now that he was on the other side, he wondered if he had enough money to spend. As a daughter, I must make things easy for him.

I looked at the smoke, and my heart began to ache.

It's been three years, and this is the first time I've come to see them.

I looked at my dad's black and white head on the gravestone. He seemed as energetic as ever, as if he had the energy to work, work overtime, eat with clients, chat with the media, and conduct seminars with his subordinates.

Only rarely did he accompany me, his precious daughter.

That's why I hated him when I was a kid. I always felt that the whole world was important to him, and I was the only one who didn't matter. I seem to have been around my parents every day for a few years, ever since I could remember. At that time, the company was on the market and his dad was extremely busy. Even his mom took him over to the company. The couple worked together, and it just so happened that they didn't need to fight each other.

Just ignored me.

And this grudge continued to accumulate until I was ten years old, when they insisted on sending me abroad.

It was probably from that time on that I began to show signs of rebellion.

Remembering that I lost my memory later, only my mother flew over from home and accompanied me for a week.

Actually, there was a sentence that I had held in my heart for a long time. Now that I had finally grown up and gained the courage to face them, I looked at the kind smile on the tombstone and threw down the last gold ingot.

Then he spoke.

His voice was trembling, filled with years of unwillingness and weakness.

"Dad."

It was as if I had used up all of my courage to call him father. I still wanted to say something, but my lips could only move, unable to utter a single word.

I reached up and touched the cold stone wall, the face that had always been dreamy in the night. Unable to hold it in any longer, he cried bitterly.

"Dad, I'm sorry!"

The things that are buried deep in my heart are the things that I have been afraid to face for so many years. It's my evasion, my irresponsibility, my insistence on breaking all contact with my family when I was overseas, it's my mischievous nature to always think that the chance to explain will come in the future, with a long way to go.

But on this day three years ago, everything came to an end.

He would never have the chance to do it again.

I lowered my eyes sadly. Hot tears dripped to the ground, splashing in the dark gray smoke. It was soft but pungent.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault, I'm sorry …"

Repeat the word over and over, because I don't know what else to make up for it. I really don't know what else to do other than keep apologizing.

However, they couldn't hear him apologize like this either.

It was as if I kept wiping away my tears, as if I thought they would really be wiped clean.

What he had done, in this moment of extreme pain, was nothing more than a powerless act of self-consolation.

I've thought about it many times, if I don't apathetically cut off contact with my parents after I go to junior high school, stubbornly determined to go out on a road of my own, not to study well, to cheat around everywhere who makes money, to sing rock and roll, to fight. It was a time no one knew about, and I never mentioned it because it was like the darkest moment of my life.

He had jumped into the valley and refused to cry for help. He had allowed himself to fall, only to be paralyzed and say that it was freedom.

It was embarrassing to think about it.

If I had matured a little earlier, I might have been able to learn more about the family situation. If that had happened, perhaps the tragedy wouldn't have happened, or perhaps I wouldn't have been so useless as I was now, unable to even understand the cause of my parents' deaths.

I brought along my mother's favorite food, the Black Forest. She used to like to eat sweet foods, and coincidentally, the physiques of our families are those kind of people who never grow fat no matter how much they eat.

I brought a patch of black forest and walked up to my mother's grave. She was always beautiful. Even the mother of two children, time could not prevent her from continuing to look beautiful.

I scooped up a spoonful and ate it, but it was bitter.

I've never eaten this, and since I wasn't fond of sweets since I was young, I've almost always just watched my mother eat this kind of cake.

This was probably my first time.

The more I ate, the more bitter it became. In the end, I really couldn't eat anymore.

I heard that the reason why the Black Forest is so delicious is that it is bitter with sweetness, and has a slightly astringent fragrance.

But no matter how I tasted it, I couldn't taste a single bit of sweetness.

I think, probably because my heart is too bitter, so eat what, feel bitter.

"Mom."

I let out a little cry, but the tears were gone, and though my eyes were swollen, at least I could talk to my mother in peace and not lose control of my emotions.

"Mom, do you know, when I was young, I often wondered if I was actually your biological child? Why did other people's little friends go to the playground when they were ten years old, eat ice cream without restraint, buy a flower dress, and pester Mom and Dad to act coquettishly every day? But when I was ten years old, I wanted to leave home by myself and go to a foreign country, even to the extent that the color of their skin was different, I couldn't even speak."

I really thought about this question for many years, and even at the funeral, I still couldn't figure it out.

This is probably the reason why I haven't come here to see them in the past three years.

In addition to his own incomparable guilt, there were more complaints about the past.

"But now, I seem to understand."

After a long time, I looked at the black ash at my feet and opened my mouth.

"Because I was never the only one of the Lu Family, but was luckily selected as the only one."

I never knew, so I didn't know how to be grateful. Instead, I was filled with resentment.

My two daughters, I was the lucky one. I was raised by my parents and had a good time eating and loving life. This was my parents' choice, and they only chose me to become the Lu family.

As for Lu Jingyu.

She was born unhealthy, and her parents' choice caused her to live in darkness since childhood. She suffered from depression, loneliness, sorrow, and countless emotions day after day that tormented the heart of this little girl.

She was the one who had reason to complain and resent.

I don't know if she is still alive, but if she is, then she is my only family in this world.

"Mom and Dad."

I stood up and dusted my pants.

"I think I understand your wishes. If Jing Yu was still alive, I would definitely find her and make up for it."

At least I knew that before my parents left, I really wanted to make it up to this poor little girl.

Then I said.

"I will also properly protect the Lu Group and not let my father's life's work go to waste."

I would probably finally be able to confront my future and look at the past without evading it.

"Dad, mom, you live a good life in the sky. I won't let you down."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and lightly touched the dry corner of his eyes with his fingertip. After confirming that there were no more tears, he turned around and prepared to leave.

As I turned, I saw a man standing upright on the lawn not far away.

He was dressed in a black suit with a slender figure. His handsome face was complicated and calm. His pair of black eyes stared at me.

I was stunned.

Why was Mu Huainan here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Paris?

He didn't move, but seeing me frozen in place, he raised his hand and beckoned me over with a gentle smile.

I came back to my senses and walked slowly toward him.

"Uncle Huainan."

I called to him, my voice low and hoarse, with a grievance that was difficult to hide.

It was getting late, and in the twilight he reached out and gently embraced me.

He called to me, "Anthea."

In this kind of moment, within such fragile emotions, Mu Huainan's voice seemed to penetrate a thick haze that reached my ears, bringing powerful consolation and support; it was sufficient for me to put down everything to maintain my self-control.

My tears wet his chest.

He took my face in his hands and kissed away my tears.

Gentle love.