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Ten years of life and death was an unforgettable time. A thousand miles of lonely grave, without a place to speak of desolation. Even though they did not know each other, their faces were covered with dust and their hair was like frost. Evening Dream suddenly returned to her hometown. She was dressing herself in the small Xuan window. They looked at each other in silence, but only their tears flowed. He was looking forward to the place where his intestines were broken every year. It was the night of the bright moon and the short pine tree.

Tears silently flowed down Zhang Yu's face. She clearly knew that the person from back then was no longer here, but she was still unable to forget the memories that were still floating before her eyes. At this moment, she was enduring the pain of ten thousand ants devouring her heart.

The past was like smoke. Why was it always lingering in his heart? The past is like the wind, why is the wind uncertain, always floating in the heart?

Illusory Dream, his figure slowly walked out from the depths of her heart. His handsome appearance from the past became more and more distinct. Everything that happened in the past seemed to have happened yesterday.

At this moment, Zhang Yu was in deep grief. Tears fell like rain, and his heart felt as though it was being stabbed by knives.

The two sides were separated by Yin and Yang. There were only lines of tears. It was unforgettable to not think about it!

Cao Gongde calmed himself down and revealed the riddle layer by layer, saying, "Actually, your mother also has a brother. Right, a blood brother." When Cao Gongde spoke of this shocking secret, he finally let out a deep breath of relief. It seemed that he had been suppressing this for too long. Yes, some things were not forgotten with the passage of time. There were some things that you wanted to forget, but the memories would firmly grasp onto them, making them forever take root in your heart, making it impossible for you to forget them.

Cao Jia was as shocked as her parents had been when they saw the photo. She really couldn't understand. She had lived in a home for eighteen years, and yet she had hidden such a big secret. She didn't even know that her mother had a younger brother, and that she had a real uncle. What's wrong with the world? Why was he so crazy? Suddenly, looking at her parents, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity. She also felt a sense of unfamiliarity towards this family that had lived for eighteen years. She had an uncle, but she had never known about it. Was it still the home he relied on the most? She did not understand why this was happening, and she was eager to find out the answer, to find out everything that was hidden in this house.

As he slowly narrated the events of the past to his daughter, he did not realize that in a certain family in a certain city, Zhang Song, who was originally fine, suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest, as if he was bitten by tens of thousands of mosquitoes. He covered his chest with his hands as cold sweat covered his entire face. Even his clothes were soaked. Zhang Guinan and Zhang Fangxia saw Zhang Song's pain at the same time. They didn't know why Zhang Song was in such a good state of pain. Zhang Song's handsome face was starting to contort because of the pain.

Sister Zhang Fangxia asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Don't scare us, are you okay? "

Zhang Song resisted the pain with great difficulty. His ferocious face forced out a smile and covered it up. "Nothing, it's just that my chest suddenly feels a little pain. I'm going to rest in my room. It'll be fine after a while, don't worry."

Zhang Guinan and Zhang Fangxia both wanted to go forward to support Zhang Song, but they were rejected by Zhang Song. Zhang Song came to the room with his chest covered by his hands and quietly laid down on the bed, but the pain still did not decrease, as if it did not slow down at all. Unconsciously, two streams of tears flowed out of the corners of Zhang Song's eyes, but he did not know why.

Cao Gongde saw through his daughter's thoughts, so he didn't beat around the bush and said slowly, "When your mother and I first saw the photo, we recognized this boy. I think your grandfather, like us, also saw some clues. The boy in the picture was so much like your uncle that they were carved out of the same mold, so I am sure he must be your uncle's child. This is no wonder, when you see him, why is there a resonance in his blood, it's because he's your cousin. "

"He's your cousin." "He's your cousin." Her father's last words kept ringing in her ears. She did not think much about it, and at the moment, she did not have a single trace of happiness or sadness. She could not bear the secret that had been hidden for so many years, and right now, her mind was in a mess, she did not have the time to make any emojis. She did not know why things had turned out this way, she just stood there in a daze, she had not completely digested what her father had told her, she did not know what to say.

He was so close to the ends of the earth. He was so close to the ends of the earth. She had never thought that her lover's best friend would be her cousin. Furthermore, he was her lover's elder brother. What was this? It was a mess, all of it was a mess, all of it was a mess. This generation was a mess, he was Zhang Jun's elder brother and cousin, and he was also with Zhang Jun, how could she face them in the future? This relationship was really in disarray.

People often said, "Life is like a play, a play is like a life." At the very least, Cao Jia now believed so.

After a long while, Cao Jia finally managed to digest this shocking news. But she was still a little confused, so she asked again, "Since he is uncle's child, why is he not at home but living outside? And what about his uncle? Why haven't I seen him since I was a kid? And I've never heard you talk about it? "

Cao Gongde's expression changed again and again, and his brows shrunk even more. He didn't know how to tell his daughter. He didn't even dare. A thought flashed through his mind, "Let this matter be buried with him underground forever. From then on, he became the topic of confinement in the family, and no one is allowed to mention him again."

Now that his daughter had asked about him, could he tell her? No, because he was a taboo topic for everyone in the family. However, if he didn't tell her, could it be that he was really letting the memories of the past, which he had once been unable to recall, slowly fade away into the dust, making it truly become a secret? Cao Gongde really did not know how to choose. He also had his difficulties and was stuck in a dilemma. He really did not know how to choose.

After considering for a long time, Cao Gongde finally made a decision. He said to his precious daughter, "The passing of time, no matter how smooth it is, there will always be a time when the moon shines. Thus, there are some things that you just have to work hard to explore, and there will always be a day when the truth will be revealed.

Time flew. It could break through the shackles of time, but it could not escape the traces of life.

Cao Jia silently listened to her father's every word. She remembered every word he said in her heart. She was a clever girl, and there must be something in her father's words that was difficult for him to say, but he also gave her a clue. Even though he could not tell her past, he could still use his own research and analysis to explain that there were no eternal secrets in this world. No matter how tightly they were sealed, as long as they were a secret, there would always be a gap.

In the center of a certain city, night was on as lanterns were being lit. The hubbub of the city was always more comfortable than the quiet countryside. An incomparably handsome young man was walking alone on the city's streets, causing the people on the streets to turn their heads to look at him. With such a handsome man, it was impossible to lower the rate of looking back.

It was unknown if this youth didn't like the atmosphere, but the more he walked, the more remote it became. He walked onto a street that was devoid of pedestrians and was also a bit dark.

As the youth aimlessly walked, he coldly laughed in his heart because he heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

There seemed to be a lot of people listening to the sounds, and the youth's ears were extremely good. He could tell that there were a lot of people. In such a dark street, if he was the only one left, then the sudden arrival of so many people would truly be terrifying. However, the youth's smile was even more brilliant. In the dark night, his expression was ferocious as he looked forward to the moment of bloodthirst.

The footsteps approached. They were mostly young people, some of whom had dyed their hair. He was actually holding a bright knife in his hand. When the cold youth saw this, he acted like a pig eating a tiger and softly cried out. He immediately used his hand to cover his mouth, as if he was afraid that they would find out.

Indeed, in such an environment, no matter how bold a person was, he would still be afraid. There were about one to two hundred people in that group, and when they heard the youth's exclamation, they all looked towards him.

The person in front of them did not have a knife in his hand. His expensive clothes made him look a little unusual. He was about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, and there was a lot of vicissitudes in his mature face. He stared straight at the young man in front of him. Looking at the young man's wolf-like eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Thus, he stopped in his tracks, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "This little brother, it's already late at night, don't come out and run around. Be careful, or you might lose your life."

The youth snorted and said, "If you have to care about me, you just have to care about yourself."

That person's eyebrows creased even more tightly when he heard this. It was already this late, and it was the first day of the new year at that. How did he end up meeting such a strange youth in such a remote place?

Just as he didn't know what to do, he heard a few voices from the crowd shouting, "Big brother, don't waste your breath on this brat. Just do it, otherwise, it'll just be a waste of time."

The originally quiet street suddenly erupted with noise.

Cao Jia finally understood the relationship between her and Zhang Song. He was actually a cousin that she had never met before. No wonder she felt a strange feeling of being connected by blood. But could she find the answer to the past that had been hidden for sixteen years? What happened sixteen years ago? Why does anyone who knows talk about it? Who was this handsome and cold youth? Why did he appear here? How come he didn't have the slightest trace of fear when facing so many fierce and evil people? Was it because of his disdain towards them? Or was he trying to stay calm? What was he doing here?