Miao Li was a talkative and cheerful person. She saw that You Mian was very curious about his life in the welfare home, so she opened the photo album and explained it one by one.
But You Mian’s stay in the welfare home only lasted four years.
Miao Li quickly flipped through the photo album. Facing the young man’s expectant gaze, she pursed her lips and said, “I know that Song Zheng’s father is still alive. If you still want to know, maybe you can ask him.”
Just when he thought he had reached a dead end, there was an unexpected turn of events. The lost thread appeared in front of You Mian again.
You Mian’s eyes lit up instantly. Then he said in a soft voice filled with mixed emotions, “Thank you, Aunt Miao.”
Miao Li smiled kindly and reached out to pat the back of You Mian’s hand.
During the time that Miao Li and You Mian were chatting, Pei Huaiji had been sitting quietly by the side. Miao Li, who was a bit intimidated by the other person’s height at first, couldn’t help relaxing.
After You Mian thanked her, Pei Huaiji suddenly followed suit and said in a deep voice, “Thank you very much.”
Pei Huaiji might’ve deliberately restrained his cold aura, but Miao Li froze for a moment when she turned to face him.
Miao Li waved her hand lightly, “It is just a piece of cake.”
“Yes… this is the address,” Miao Li said and handed it out.
You Mian took a look and found that it was a cemetery not far from the outskirts of Huajiang City.
Miao Li took the initiative to explain. “Song Zheng’s father works there. You can find him by looking for the security office.”
You Mian put away the business card and smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Aunt Miao. I’m sorry to bother you today.”
Miao Li frowned lightly and complained lovingly, “What do you mean by bothering me? It doesn’t bother me at all.”
She raised her hand and hugged You Mian. Then she gently patted the young man’s shoulder.
“Go ahead,” Miao Li said with gentle eyes.
Before leaving, You Mian promised that he would come to sweep the snow in the courtyard for her tomorrow, but Miao Li just hugged the blanket and smiled tenderly.
“Staying in this old woman’s house will only kill time. Go, child.”
“You don’t have to come to see me specially, as long as you think about me sometimes.” Miao Li took off her reading glasses. The blue clouds in the distance were reflected in her eyes. She said softly, “Because I will think of you from time to time.”
If the longing could be turned into a concrete form, You Mian had no doubt that he and Miao Li were already entangled by the bonds of longing.
You Mian could understand Miao Li’s expectations and hopes without words.
Miao Li was a very good person. She believed that she hadn’t fulfilled her obligation to support You Mian. Now she wasn’t qualified to ask You Mian to make time to do something for her.
As long as they missed each other, Miao Li felt that she could continue to be a happy old woman.
Miao Li stood by the fence and waved to You Mian and Pei Huaiji in the car.
“Go ahead, child,” she laughed again.
Looking at the rear of the car going away, Miao Li prayed for You Mian in her heart. ‘Poor child. May happiness be with you from now on.’
The snow had withered in winter and the steel building divided the white sky into squares.
The atmosphere in the back seat of the car was gloomy, but You Mian’s smiling tone soon broke the gloom.
The young man smiled and said, “Even if I can’t find them, I have met two people who are very nice to me.”
You Mian’s tone was calm, but it made Pei Huaiji’s heart tighten from where he was sitting beside the young man.
Pei Huaiji glanced sideways and noticed You Mian stroking the address on the business card. He knew in his heart that You Mian wasn’t as indifferent and calm as he seemed at this moment.
Finding someone who was connected to him by blood had never been something that could be described as calm.
Pei Huaiji chose to support him as always and became his strong and unbreakable shield wall.
“We will definitely find them,” Pei Huaiji said in a deep voice.
In the midst of You Mian’s half-half uncertainty, Pei Huaiji said with such certainty that they would definitely find them.
You Mian’s eyes trembled suddenly, and his lips were tightly pursed.
Pei Huaiji chose the 100% among the uncertain and slim odds.
“I never say coaxing words.” Pei Huaiji lowered his eyes softly and said, “Trust my judgment.”
Pei Huaiji, who had never been used to restraining himself in front of other people, now found that he was so skillful in putting on an uncontrollable smile in front of You Mian.
The black Maybach stopped at the gate of the cemetery.
The driver, Xiao Li, lowered the partition, and signaled with his eyes.
You Mian raised an eyebrow. After looking up again, his smile became more genuine. “Chairman Pei is quite good at coaxing people.”
Pei Huaiji imitated his expression and raised an eyebrow. The ends of his sharp eyebrows lifted slightly. His deep eye sockets contained a handsome look and his high nose bridge was full of heroic spirit.
“Really?” Pei Huaiji said with a smile. “Then it seems that this specialty should also be included in my introduction column.”
You Mian said, “I’ll tell Vivian.”
Pei Huaiji hissed as if distressed when he heard this.
After You Mian teased Pei Huaiji, he happily opened the car door and walked down.
The lawn of the cemetery in front of him was neatly cleaned, with almost no snow visible as far as the eye could see. Everywhere was beautifully groomed.
You Mian stood in front of the stone gate and stopped. Pei Huaiji walked past him. His dry and sturdy left hand instantly took You Mian’s hand. Then it clenched and held him.
“Let’s go,” Pei Huaiji said in a deep voice. Then he pulled You Mian forward.
Pei Huaiji’s palms were hot. The big hand easily held You Mian’s hand, so close that it didn’t leave a gap.
You Mian had long eyelashes. His heart was beating more violently than usual.
He allowed Pei Huaiji to hold him and followed the other person’s footsteps up the stone steps.
Thump thump, thump thump.
They held hands to register at the security office and bought a bouquet of white daisies from the flower store at the door.
You Mian let go of Pei Huaiji’s hand when he hugged the flowers. He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but You Mian saw Pei Huaiji’s slightly raised eyebrow at this moment. This seemed to reveal the other person’s mood swings.
“Let’s go and see Mr Song first,” Pei Huaiji said.
You Mian nodded. The two of them found Song Zheng’s tombstone by following the location they just obtained from the security office.
The cold winter wind blew coldly on You Mian’s cheeks. He stood in front of Song Zheng’s gravestone and clearly saw the photo of Song Zheng attached to the cold monument.
This was a man with a very free and easy smile. He had black hair, bright eyes and he lived a high-spirited life.
It wasn’t difficult to guess Song Zheng’s character from the photos.
You Mian placed the white daisies in front of Song Zheng’s monument. The moment he bent down, he easily felt a surge of sadness.
Obviously, his memory was so good but he had forgotten all the memories before the age of four.
He forgot all the memories of Song Zheng. He couldn’t even remember that such a person had appeared in his life.
Pei Huaiji stood behind You Mian, his tall and powerful figure was upright and vigorous.
“Hello, Uncle Song,” You Mian greeted him with a smile. “I am You Mian. If you still remember me, long time no see.”
A gust of wind blew, blowing the scarf on You Mian’s chest.
You Mian’s mind was filled with the thought that the person on the gravestone might be a close friend of his biological parents. Their past was hidden here by the gravestone and no one could hear it anymore.
Suddenly, an old voice broke through the cold wind behind them and questioned them.
“You are the ones looking for me?”
Song Weiping had just returned to the security office after patrolling and heard his colleague saying that someone was looking for him.
Since Song Zheng’s death, Song Weiping had never seen anyone except the cemetery staff. He was very confused when he heard that someone suddenly came to see him today.
You Mian and Pei Huaiji both turned around.
The two of them nodded politely in greeting.
You Mian said, “Hello, we are looking for you. Are you Song Zheng’s father?”
Song Weiping lost his son in the prime of life. His temperament and character changed a lot since then. He was no longer a calm person.
So when he faced You Mian and Pei Huaiji, he raised his head and frowned. “Why are you looking for me? My son died a long time ago and the group of friends he knew are all gone.”
Pei Huaiji noticed that Song Weiping’s attitude was different from Miao Li’s. He immediately stopped in front of You Mian and said in a deep voice, “I’m sorry to bother you. We just want to know something about when Mr Song Zheng founded the Anxin Welfare Home.”
The moment the words ‘Anxin Welfare Home’ appeared, Song Weiping’s expression changed instantly.
“Who are you?”
No matter how bad-tempered Song Weiping was, he reconsidered his behavior when he saw Pei Huaiji, a tall and strong man with a cold aura.
You Mian tried to explain his purpose as gently as possible.
“I am an adopted child from the Anxin Welfare Home. I heard from Ms Miao Li that Mr Song Zheng took me to the welfare home when I was a few months old.”
You Mian paused for a few seconds, his amber eyes firm and sharp.
“So I want to ask you, do you know my origin and why Mr Song Zheng took me to the welfare home? Does Mr Song Zheng… know my biological parents?”
After several explanations, Song Weiping’s stubbornness and resistance faded slightly. It was just that his face still showed cold hostility.
The old man turned around and left, not caring at all about You Mian and Pei Huaiji standing in front of the gravestone.
You Mian wanted to open his mouth to stop it, but he didn’t know what position he had to do so.
Just when the cold wind blew again, Song Weiping, who had already walked down a few steps, suddenly turned his head and said coldly, “Song Zheng doesn’t like white daisies. He likes sunflowers.”
You Mian blinked, only to see Song Weiping turn around and leave quickly after saying this.
The young man instantly understood why Song Weiping suddenly turned around and left, and why he turned around to mention the flowers Song Zheng liked.
You Mian immediately exchanged looks with Pei Huaiji before the two of them followed Song Weiping.
Song Weiping, who was walking in front, raised his chin slightly. His expression relaxed a bit when he heard footsteps coming from behind him.
You Mian and Pei Huaiji followed Song Weiping for more than ten minutes until they walked into the woods and saw a gray low house.
Song Weiping took out a key from his pocket and opened the door with a few moves.
The old man walked in front, not forgetting to turn his head and stare at You Mian.
You Mian saw this look as a reminder and followed him.
The space in the house was narrow, and the living conditions were simple. But the things on the desk were neatly and cleanly arranged.
Song Weiping took out another key from the bunch and opened the desk drawer. Then You Mian saw him take out a diary-like object and place it on the square dining table in the center of the small room.
There was a light sound.
Once Song Weiping put it down, he turned around and sat on the bed. His back was to You Mian and Pei Huaiji. He faced the wall and said coldly, “This is the only diary I have. I don’t know anything else.”
The scattered threads were gradually woven into a dense web.
You Mian thanked him softly.
The old diary with a severely damaged surface was sealed in plastic. The content and handwriting inside weren’t damaged in any way. The clearly visible words ‘Song Zheng’ were written on the title page. The pen was sharp and gave people the feeling that it fit very well with Song Zheng in the photo.
You Mian was filled with complicated emotions as he opened the thin diary in his hand.
The top line of the first page contained weather and latitude and longitude coordinates, as well as a lot of English technical terms.
You Mian was stunned for a moment. Then he read out that this was a special term used in geological exploration.
[The 127th ice layer soil and 198th rock blocks at the Everest Observation Station showed obvious signs of rock expansion, flow, and deformation. The deep soil structure sequence needs to be further explored.]
[The 218th rock block and 57th ice layer soil at the Mount Everest Observation Station have detected obvious plate activity. We will continue to explore.]
[The 478th ice layer soil of the Everest Observation Station detected intense activity in the deep plate. The 100,789th deep sampling test began.]
The few thin diary entries were about to be finished, but You Mian didn’t see any other content except these test reports.
Just as his brow gradually furrowed, the report ended. Then the diary that really belonged to Song Zheng started to appear. The sentences were very short. They were almost shockingly short compared to the geological reports that often had several thousand words.
[There are many foreigners on this side of the border. I recently met a green-eyed German foreigner named Wagner. He is so handsome that the pretty girls don’t talk to me much.]
German, green eyes…
You Mian lowered his eyes slightly, his heart moving.
[Wagner is a very nice man.]
[It wasn’t until today that I discovered Old Wa can actually speak Chinese! He was trying to trick me before! Bast*rd!]
[Old Wa and I reached Camp 3. The altitude gradually increased, and the supplies have become less.]
[Winter is hard.]
[Old Wa actually asked me if I knew his full name. It is so funny. Who can remember such a long name? Even if I was his lifelong brother, I can’t remember it. He couldn’t use this matter to embarrass me and threw the task of washing the pot to me.]
[After obeying him and cleaning the pot for three days, I don’t believe I can’t write today.]
[Finally, we came down. Old Wa is indeed a scholar. His mountaineering skills convinced me.]
[It seems like I can drink the wedding wine now. I am looking forward to it, hahaha!]
You Mian turned the page and found that the diary entries seemed to have been interrupted for a long time.
A German name was fluently written on most of the blank pages. The handwriting was gentlemanly, smooth, and confident.
Valentine Wagner.
You Mian turned a page, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
[In memory of You Daijun and Old Wa, I will live a good life with Xiao Mian and raise him to adulthood. I will tell him that he has the bravest parents in the world.]
You Daijun.
You Mian was shocked and froze while holding the diary. Pei Huaiji, who was beside him, approached in a worried manner. “You Mian.”
Song Weiping, who was sitting on the bed facing the wall, suddenly turned his head when he heard this. He couldn’t help showing a trace of emotional fluctuation when he saw You Mian’s pale face.
“You Daijun…” You Mian’s eyes were red. His voice was uncontrollably dry, and he said hoarsely, “I know her, I know her.”
The female architect, who had left her name in modern history and had explored most of the mountains and rivers in the country.
You Daijun’s name occupied half a page in the art history textbook.
One of her famous quotes of encouragement was still hanging on the first floor of the teaching building. You Mian had read it for four years, memorized it for four years, and studied it for four years.
The gilded front stood proudly above the heads of the students from A College, showing the valiant posture of the person writing it.
[Sail out of the warm harbor. Bravely face the storm. Don’t sigh, go on adventures!]
You Mian’s side profile tightened.
The bonds that crossed mountains, rivers, glaciers, and the ruthless rivers of time were linked at this moment.
Death wasn’t the end. Forgetting was.
You Mian couldn’t control the trembling of her fingers.
It turned out that his mother was there every early morning, every late night and every time he forgot about food or sleep in A Collage.
You Mian’s eyes suddenly became wet.
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Thanks for the chapter! So his parents were an architect & a scientist, & adventurers.
Thanks for the update
Thanks for updating,
may I know at what day usually this story will be updates?
Man my eye balls are warming up
Aww You Mian 🥺🥺 your parents loved you. Your mom always encouraged you in difficult times. Although you did not see her, she was always there taking care of you 💙💙
D*mn! No wonder there is emphasis of that quote before. It was one of his mother’s saying. I am crying. His parents were outstanding people! To think there were traces of them accompanying him all along!
😭😭😭😭