Chapter 27: Becoming a father to a male protagonist for the first time (27)

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This is a room that feels very similar to Si Yang.
The Mediterranean-style decoration is full of bright colors of "sea" and "sky". Even the white walls seem to be washed by water, but they are unexpectedly soft, just like Si Yang's pair of bewitching to the extreme, even when they are mean. Very passionate eyes.
Yu Zheng walked in, looking for a room, a room.
Unlike the emptiness of Si Yang's room in the old house, there was nothing useful left here either.
But it wasn't that Yu Zheng did it, but Si Yang cleaned it up before leaving. The confidential documents he passed through, Yu's related projects, and some of the handles left when cutting off the wings in the past were all handled by Si Yang himself.
When the news of Si Yang's death was just learned at the time, Yu Zheng deliberately dealt with this as well. But later I felt that this was Si Yang's camp, and Si Yang hurriedly fleeed to death, which may not be without omission. Without even asking where the place was, he guarded the customs and waited for Si Yang to return home.
Later, he forgot because he was too busy. I didn't come in for the first time until today.
He walked into the study and started rummaging for what was left. Including computers. However, an hour later, Yu Zheng didn't find anything useful, except for a deeply hidden box.
The top-quality sandalwood box alone is worth tens of thousands of dollars, not to mention the value of the wood in the box. But it's so valuable, but it's filled with broken pens.
Most of it has been left for many years, the refill has been used up, but the barrel is still very new. Even the ugly pandas crookedly printed on them are not blurred due to wear and tear.
"Does this have any special meaning?" Yu Zheng was very puzzled. Si Yang has always enjoyed it. The cost of eating and wearing has always been good, but keeping such a thing is also incredible.
However, he didn't notice, the old butler behind him suddenly turned red under his eyes.
Yu Zheng can't remember it, but he does.
This pen really has a deep meaning for Si Yang. It can even be said that this is Si Yang's treasure.
Because this pen was a birthday gift given to Si Yang by Yu Zheng when he was three years old. Personally selected, and solemnly placed in Si Yang's hands, with the most sincere attitude, asked him for a lifetime promise.
As a matter of fact, Yu Zheng was very smart when he was a child, and he could learn everything at once.
Si Yang's birthday is even more memorable. He had urged the old housekeeper to take him out a month ago to buy a gift for Si Yang, but when the day came, he began to hesitate again.
"Uncle Yang, you said that I used my mother's money to buy a gift for my brother. Then, did I give the gift to my brother or my mother to my brother?" Children are easy to get stuck, just such a simple question. Yu Zheng thought for three full days.
On the fourth day, he changed his clothes early in the morning and asked someone to take him out.
"Little master, I'm busy today, we have to go and get back quickly."
"Uncle Yang, if you are not free, just ask the maid sister to take me! I can be too busy today, I'm going to earn my own money and buy gifts from my brother!" Only Xiao Yu Zheng with high calves slapped vowedly Chest said that he was going to work. All the adults in the room were amused by him.
When Mrs. Yu found out, she couldn't laugh, and touched his head and said to him, "Don't go out, just stay at home. You go and help the gardener. If you do it well, you will be given ten dollars a day."
Yu Zheng was small and squeamish. At first everyone felt that he could not hold on. But no one thought that it really took a full week. Finally, he took seventy yuan to buy a gift for Si Yang.
Picking and picking, I picked a small cake. With five dollars left, I bought the most beautiful ballpoint pen in the aesthetics of Yu Zheng at the age of three at the next stationery store.
"Brother, I think this is the most, most, and most beautiful pen in the universe, so I want to give him to the most, most, most, and best-looking brother in the universe!"
"I love my brother the most, so I will spend it with my brother every birthday in the future. My brother will spend it with me on my birthday. When I grow up, even if my brother has a sister-in-law, I don't want to separate from my brother. I've always lived together."
The old housekeeper remembered clearly that Si Yang, who was still a teenager, held his younger brother in his arms, nodded solemnly, and said "Okay."
Over the next ten years, he kept this promise, and devoted himself to Yu Zheng and Yu Jia. "..." The old butler covered his mouth and whimpered uncontrollably.
Yu Zheng turned his head to look at him, rarely confused. He wanted to ask the secretary why the old butler would come with him. But unexpectedly, he tasted a trace of terrifying mercy from the secretary's eyes.
This eye is too familiar. At the beginning of the Qiulu Cemetery, when the secretary put on a coat on him before leaving, why did he still look at himself like this?
Yu Zheng vaguely felt something was wrong. He quickly got up and turned around and went to the bedroom.
The stuff here is much more than the study room.
Clothing, accessories, and aromatherapy for sleep aids, and so on.
Yu Zheng was tempered and dragged it out the same way, but in the end he found a case paper printed on Yujia Private Hospital in a blood-stained coat pocket hidden in the corner.
After all, teach him to find clues. Yu Zheng wanted to open it excitedly. But at this moment, the secretary suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Yu Zheng looked up at him.
The secretary trembled and spoke slowly, "Everyone is gone, so why bother to ask?"
"Really?" Yu Zheng blankly slapped his hands away, "After pretending for two years, does Secretary Xu don't want to pretend?"
"What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will find that you are hiding your heart to treat you as a traitor? Or your old master is not healed, and you are afraid that I will seize him and imprison him again?"
"Little master, what are you talking about?"
"I doubted it two years ago. Whoever Si Yang, even if I took so many people to arrest him, he would not go with me without even resisting."
"What's even more ridiculous is that when I locked him up, he died in a nursing home in less than five minutes."
"What are you trying to say?" The secretary remained calm.
"Why pretend to be stupid?" Yu Zheng sneered, "You have helped me for the past two years, but you are actually helping Si Yang to look after the house. Are you a watchdog trained by him personally, even if you have eaten meat by my side for two years. , It’s impossible to feed it, is it?"
Yu Zheng directly tore his face, but the secretary asked him another sentence, "Young Master, if, if everything is completely different from what you thought, would you regret it?"
"Regret?" Yu Zheng sneered, "The last thing I regret is that I recognized Si Yang as my brother when I was young!"
"Grab it!" Yu Zheng shouted, and two bodyguards rushed in to grab the secretary.
"Take good care of people. If I can't find Si Yang's place here today, I will use some means to pry his mouth open."
Yu Zheng sneered and retracted his eyes, lowered his head and opened the diagnosis report in his hand.
After too long, blood was stained again, and it was very difficult to separate the fragile paper.
But Yu Zheng still unfolded him.
As Yu Zheng thought, it was indeed Si Yang's diagnosed case. But it was not at the last time of Si Yang, but a year before Yu Zheng was found in Yu's family.
There is a sentence written on it, the advanced stage of idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis is expected to be another year.
Yu Zheng felt empty at first, and then immediately called the doctor he knew, "Look, what kind of illness is this?"
He took a picture of Si Yang's diagnosed case and posted it.
The doctor there quickly replied, "It is a chronic, progressive, and fibrotic interstitial lung disease, with the lesions confined to the lungs. The average survival period after diagnosis is only 2.8 years, and the mortality rate is higher than most tumors. Known as a'tumor-like disease'."
"So it's a terminal illness?"
"you could put it that way."
"Then what's the specific performance?" Yu Zheng didn't even notice it, his voice was already trembling at this time.
"There are many. At the beginning, it was just coughing and breathing difficulties. In the middle stage, there will be general fatigue, rapid weight loss, loss of appetite, high fever and other complications. In the later stage, there will be hemoptysis, respiratory failure and right heart failure and other corresponding symptoms."
Coughing up blood, respiratory failure, heart failure, weight loss, high fever, and Yu Zheng flusteredly compared the symptoms described by the doctor, trying to find the difference from Si Yang, but unexpectedly found no. Exactly the same.
According to the current medical level, Si Yang's disease is an incurable and terminal illness! No matter how much money I have, I can't ask for my life. Even if he was guilty of death when he caught Si Yang, now that two years have passed, Si Yang must be gone.
But this is impossible!
Yu Zheng could not accept this answer.
After Siyang was exhausted, when he was ten years old, he could try to get him out of the Yu family and seize power by himself. After he returned, he was insulted and suppressed in every way, and he was raised like a canary and turned into his hands. plaything.
How could such a Si Yang really die from a terminal illness?
Then what is he tossing about? What do you do to hold the power of the Yu family? What do you do to spur yourself to hate him?
"Hahaha, is this kidding me?" Yu Zheng couldn't help but chuckled. At this moment, he felt that everything was so absurd that he was dreaming.
He grabbed the secretary by the collar and asked him viciously, "Where is Si Yang? I ask you, where is Si Yang!"
The secretary did not speak, but looked at him with red eyes. Unable to control it, Yu Zheng punched the secretary in the lower abdomen, "Don't fool me with these things! Say, is this something you designed three years ago just to trick me into believing that Si Yang is dead? "
"Including the medicine bottle on the car, did you arrange it? Or why did you change the car today?"
"Then after I believe it, your good master can return home quietly and Yu Jia from me again."
"is not it!"
"You talk! Is it right?"
Yu Zheng shook the secretary's hand constantly. This was the first time that Yu Zheng lost control of his emotions after Si Yang left. He took off the gentle mask he had been hanging all year round.
It is ridiculous that it is still for Si Yang. For this brother he hates to the bone. The pain in the lower abdomen made the secretary gasp, but he looked at Yu Zheng with more pity in his eyes.
It wasn't until several seconds passed, when Yu Zheng was about to burst out again, he slowly said, "Young Master, everyone is in Qiulu Cemetery!"
"The gift you gave yourself is also a place that you personally arranged. It has only been two years, why did you forget it?"
"..." The atmosphere in the room instantly condensed into ice.
Yu Zheng stared at the secretary for several minutes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, isn't it at Qiulu Cemetery? I'll find it myself!"
The secretary and the old housekeeper felt that something was wrong. But Yu Zheng had already turned his head and left Si Yang's apartment, taking people into the car.
"Go together, to Qiulu Cemetery!"
There was silence all the way, and after the car arrived and stopped. The old housekeeper and secretary finally understood what Yu Zheng was going to do.
He directly went to the supervisor and took the things to Si Yang's grave.
Pointing to the sealed tombstone in front of him, Yu Zheng said with a cold face and his tone was creepy.
He just said one word, "dig!"
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