Chapter 1225: Welcome home

It is impossible for a person to disappear from the air. It must be a clue.
In City A, it is basically impossible to take away one person from Jing Rui’s eyes.
He began to mobilize all his power to find comfort.
And Shu Yin, who is sitting on a plane flying to another city at the moment, is surrounded by several heavily armed black men.
The plane landed for two hours and the Shuyin was forcibly taken to a car.
This is a familiar and unfamiliar city, a city she once wanted to come back to and can't come back to, and a city she gradually forgot.
Here, there used to be her home.
A man next to her handed her mobile phone to her: "Miss, my wife's phone."
lady?
Shu Yin's lips can't help but reveal sarcasm. Is her mother really alive? And finally no longer installed unmarried girls, became a lady?
She took the phone and there was a pleasant sound inside: "Little voice, welcome home!"
Her tone is gentle, her voice is full of expectation and joy, but it is like a mother who misses her daughter.
Shu Yin was not moved, she said coldly: "I have no home!"
Regardless of her wishes, she was forced to bring her here, but also want to play the drama of mother and daughter?
What's more, the person who called was a ghost. I still don't know. In her impression, her mother is dead. It is not clear who killed her. But it was not a fake father's heartache.
It was also after her death that Shu Yin was sent to the Virus Research Institute by Shu Chengshan.
"Little voice, don't you be like this. Didn't you always be obedient when you were young? How did you grow up and talk so rushed? Mom hasn't seen you for a long time, miss you, go home!"
"My mom is dead, how long do you want to install?"
The woman at the other end of the phone sighed: "Xiaoyin, you don't know what happened in the past. I can't explain too much to you now. I have a hard time. When you get home, our mother and daughter are better." Retelling the old."
Shu Yin did not believe in half a word, and did not dare to believe.
If her mother is really not dead, why should she deceive her father? Why should we abandon their father and daughter?
Things have reached this point, even if there is no black man to force her, she will also get a clear!
For so many years, she just felt that her mother's temperament was thin, but she did not hate her. The person she hated had always sent her to the Shucheng Mountain of the institute.
What if she was too young to judge something wrong?
What if she hates the wrong person?
She has always believed in her memory before the age of eight, because she has always been obsessed with her, and she can remember clearly some inadvertent little things.
But now, she has doubts about her memory.
How do outsiders know about their family of three? Some of the things described by the woman are known only to her parents.
At least, she didn't call her voice, but shouted a small voice.
The surrounding roads and streetscapes gradually became familiar and slowly overlapped with her memories.
Ten years later, this luxury upscale villa community has almost no change, quiet and beautiful.
Shuyin has a moment of embarrassment, almost one kind of illusion back to childhood!
In all fairness, when she lives here, most of the time is beautiful and happy, parents never quarrel, the family is rich enough, her biggest worry every day is that her mother bought a new dress, afraid she put the skirt on the folds Do not hold her.
Here, she was the most simple and happy home in her life!
No need to lead the way, Shuyin found the villa of his own family only by the memory of ten years ago.
On the outer wall of the villa, a large piece of rose is hanging.
At the moment, it is in the midsummer, the enchanting roses of the roses, the layers of pink flowers, attracting many bees and butterflies to collect honey.
The fragrance of flowers is fragrant, just like childhood memories.
Every summer, Shuyin always gets a garland made of roses, green leaf pink flowers, worn on his head, riding on his father's neck, laughing and dancing butterflies in the garden.
Whenever this time, she will always be reprimanded by her mother.
She doesn't like her daughter riding on her husband's neck, and she doesn't like her favorite rose flower being folded down into a wreath.
Memory has come to the fore, and even many things that have been forgotten by Shuyin have gradually become clearer.
She had a puppy, but her mother didn't like dogs, so the puppy was sent away by her father, and she was sad for a long time.
She mischievously damaged her mother's favorite diamond necklace, and she was slap in the palm of her hand. It was Dad who helped her to pray, and promised to buy a more beautiful one for her mother before she escaped.
However, how did the mother die?
She seems to remember, but she does not seem to remember, she is not sure whether the image left in her mind is a dream or a reality.
She always thought that Lucas had killed her parents, and many of Lucas’s words were inadvertently disclosed.
However, Shu Yin is not sure now.
Fortunately, Lucas is still alive, and is controlled by Jing Rui. When she returns to the city of A, she must ask Lucas, her parents, who killed it, and died.
This kind of suspicion of feelings is too bad, and Shu Yin is almost schizophrenic.
Shu Yin stood outside the villa for a long time, and the few black men who sent her seemed to have no intention of urging her, let her stand there.
Shu Yin didn't know what it was going to be in the villa. She used to be fearless, but this door might push her to hell.
She took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door that had been in the memory for a long time and walked in.
The villa has a wide area, and the flowers and trees are leafy and the trims are very beautiful. At first glance, some people have taken care of them.
Even if Shuyin calms down, the heart is also ups and downs at the moment, because everything here is exactly the same as when she was a child, similar to let her suspect that she has crossed back ten years ago!
She walked slowly through the entire garden, to the white marble steps, and walked up step by step.
The door was open and there was a pleasant piano sound.
Shu Yin walked in and saw the woman sitting next to the French window playing the piano.
She was dressed in white, skirt and ground, and the breeze blew in through the window. The white gauze fluttered with the wind, with a fresh and elegant, like a fairy who did not eat human fireworks.
She has long black hair, softly draped over her shoulders, and her face is soft and not like words, and she is familiar with it!
The woman heard the footsteps, the fingertips kept on, the smooth music echoed in the empty villa, she said faintly: "Little voice, you sit first, I played the song."
Shu Yin is like a lightning strike!
"Impossible! You can't live still! Who the are you?!"