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Chapter 387 Tan Wanyuan's Secret

The sky outside the window has gradually darkened, there is no dim sky, only a few stars dotted in the sky, Tan Lichuan's deep eyes are still staring at the servant in front of him, recalling what he said just now, Ripples gradually appeared in my heart, and the slender fingers rubbed the pointed chin back and forth, as if thinking about something.

Tan Lichuan was sitting on the sofa, with his straight back leaning directly behind the black sofa. The images that had appeared in his mind flashed through. He could vaguely remember seeing this in Tan Wanyuan's study when he was in high school. The box with the lock, just when he was about to ask what was in the box, Tan Wanyuan told him to come out.

The flashing images in Tan Lichuan's mind have been influencing his current thoughts, and there is a hint of doubt in his deep eyes. He has never doubted the locked box in Tan Wanyuan's study, but now he listens to the servants around him. Having said that, Tan Lichuan was quite skeptical.

After all, after Tan Wanyuan's car accident, Tan Lichuan had already moved out of Tan Wanyuan's house. In these years, although Tan Lichuan knew some things about Tan Wanyuan, he still had nothing to do with Tan Wanyuan's precious box. Known.

Tan Lichuan raised his head slightly, looked at the respectful servant with his dark eyes, nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc, "Okay, I see, I will deal with this matter of."

Tan Lichuan's cold tone lingered back and forth in the servant's ears, and the expression on his face also became stiff. After all, he was still afraid of Tan Lichuan who was sitting in front of him with a tinge of chill.

His eyes did not dare to look at Tan Lichuan who was full of chills, and his trembling lips whispered a word, "Okay." He put the key in his hand that was secretly assigned when Tan Wanyuan fell asleep on the glass table in front of Tan Lichuan. , turned around and left this chilly place.

Tan Lichuan is not a person who puts everything on the surface. When he thinks about a problem, he naturally has a chill on his face. He doesn't have any other intentions, but Tan Wanyuan didn't trust him back then. , which caused him to wrap himself so tightly today.

Although Tan Lichuan still had so many doubts on his face, his dark eyes had been staring closely at the direction Tan Wanyuan had just gone upstairs, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he stood up with his slender hands remembering the opening of his suit at his waist, and his face His expression was frivolous, but he wanted to see what the hell Tan Wanyuan had been up to all these years!

Tan Lichuan took steady steps, with a calm expression on his face, his eyes never left the stairs leading to the second floor, holding the key tightly in his hand, he took the bright black leather shoes under his feet straight to the Walk upstairs.

Tan Lichuan knew that Tan Wanyuan would take a nap every day when it was getting dark. This has been Tan Wanyuan's habit for many years, and it has never changed.

The upstairs corridor on the second floor is very wide. The walls on both sides are repeatedly spliced ​​together with yellow-green marble. There is a black carpet on the floor. Tan Wanyuan has disliked red color since a long time ago, so all the decorations in the house are Red is rarely used.

He directly opened the door of Tan Wanyuan's study room, and walked in softly from the outside. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with a piece of dust that hadn't been swept for a long time.

Tan Lichuan's dark eyes have been staring at everything in the study room, it is the same as when he was at home, there is no change at all, it is still a few simple black and white bookshelves, a black round desk makes Tan Lichuan's The alarm clock flashed a picture of my childhood.

He still clearly remembered that when he was very young, Tan Wanyuan taught him to practice brush calligraphy in this study. He never expected that after many years, two fathers and sons who had a good relationship would end up in this field. Tan Lichuan The images from many years ago clearly appeared in front of his dark eyes. His eyes no longer showed nostalgia, but he wanted to delete the happy memory of him and Tan Wanyuan, so that he could face each other better.

Tan Lichuan's bushy eyebrows furrowed tightly, and seeing the dusty look in the study, he knew that something must be wrong with Tan Wanyuan.

How could a person who loves cleanliness like Tan Wanyuan make his favorite study room so messy? Tan Lichuan really understood him. If it wasn't for Tan Wanyuan's secret here, how could he make the study room so dirty.

The images from many years ago are still flashing in Tan Lichuan's mind. He still clearly remembers the locked box on the second bookshelf on the left when he entered the door. His deep eyes are full of curiosity. He doesn't know what he is thinking. No, I walked to the second bookshelf on the left with steady steps, looked back with my deep eyes, and just saw the box with a lock, my eyes were full of confidence, and the corners of my mouth curled into a beautiful smile. radian.

With Tan Lichuan's slender fingers, he directly took down the locked box on the bookshelf, and his deep eyes kept staring at the gray box in front of him. There was no speck of dust on it. Tan Lichuan knew that Tan Wanyuan was wiping it every day. with it.

Tan Lichuan's heart was already in turmoil, and the expression on his face became unnatural. His dark eyes had been staring at the gray box in front of him. Now he seemed to be more and more interested in the secrets in the box in front of him. Yes, the corner of his mouth only gradually turned into a sneer.

The slender fingers gently touched the box in his hand, picked up the key that the servant had just placed on the table in his hand, and with a bang, the lock on the box had been unlocked.

Tan Lichuan's face suddenly became very stiff, his expression was a little surprised, his dark eyes looked at everything in the box, and there was something unexpected.

The gray box that has been locked for many years is actually full of photos of Chen Guojing and Su Meiyan. If outsiders look at them, they simply miss them, but the photo below the photo is taken by Tan Lichuan. Unexpectedly, there was an old photo at the bottom of the box. It was a photo of Chen Guojing and Su Meiyan standing on the rooftop and looking back.

In the photo, there was a hint of surprise in Chen Guojing's eyes, but more of resentment. His deep eyes looked resentful like the half-faced person in the photo with a knife.

The person with half of his face exposed was none other than Tan Lichuan's most beloved father Tan Wanyuan back then. Tan Lichuan's slender fingers were tightly gripping the corner of the photo, and the blackness on his face had gradually risen.

Although the blackness and displeasure on Tan Lichuan's face had gradually risen when he saw this photo, but when he saw the familiar handwriting at the bottom of the photo, a sense of turbulent ripples arose in his heart, and his face had gradually faded away. The dark haze.

Tan Lichuan put down the gray box in his hand, arranged it according to the original place, and walked out of the study.

Tan Lichuan didn't stay at Tan Wanyuan's house. The moment he opened the box, his stomach had already started to feel sick, and he felt extremely uncomfortable, and his face was still full of blackness.

Tan Lichuan walked to the door, and suddenly turned his head to look at everything here. He didn't even know what to say, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The blackness on his face already explained his mood at this moment. Suffused with waves, suffused with irritability.

Tan Lichuan turned directly from Tan Wanyuan's house and walked out. His slender fingers were arranging the black suit on his body. He slammed the car door hard and stepped on the accelerator, and drove straight to the hospital.

At this moment, Tan Lichuan's heart was full of guilt, his deep eyes were staring out of the window all the time, the expression on his face became unnatural, and his feet were getting harder and harder. Looking at the scene in Tan Wanyuan's study just now.

It turned out that under the photo on that piece of paper was a line written by Tan Wanyuan to Chen Guojing and Su Meiyan, the handwriting drawn back and forth on it, Tan Lichuan could also tell that it was Tan Wanyuan's handwriting.

Due to the long time, yellowing stains have appeared on the white paper under the photo, and a line of simple handwriting on it, "I'm sorry, the mall is like a battlefield, I can only do this, don't blame..."

Tan Wanyuan's unfinished words were left on the yellowed white paper, but from his strokes, Tan Lichuan had already understood his meaning. It turned out that he had been looking for the murderer who killed Chen Jingjing's parents. It was Tan Wanyuan. Although he was still a little surprised in his heart, there was still no expression on his face.

It was also at this moment that Tan Lichuan finally understood why Tan Wanyuan didn't like red for so many years. He was afraid that the red carpet would remind him of the blood of Chen Guojing and Su Meiyan. The expression on Chen Jingjing's face at that moment turned out to be terrified and at a loss. He felt that Chen Jingjing resembled Su Meiyan very much and was just afraid of revenge on him. At this moment, Tan Lichuan also understood many things in his heart. .

Tan Lichuan accelerated the speed of the car, and the breeze outside the window was also blown slowly. Tan Lichuan's messy hair was blown up with the breeze, and his frowning eyebrows highlighted his deep eyes. What he has to do now is to take good care of Chen Jingjing, don't let Chen Jingjing know about this, he owes her too much, the only thing he can do now is to love her well and make it up to her.

Tan Lichuan stepped hard, shaking the steering wheel in the car back and forth with his slender fingers, his dark eyes kept staring at the driveway outside, and walked towards the hospital where Chen Jingjing lived, leaving behind a group of driving behind.

When Tan Wanyuan woke up, the sky was already filled with blackness, and the stars dotted in the sky had gradually brightened. Tan Wanyuan's deep eyes had been staring at the quiet street outside, and the two rows of green trees could no longer see any color. This is already the sixth year that Tan Wanyuan has been alone in the dark night. Ever since he drove Zhou Ruo away and Tan Lichuan left home, he has never felt the noise of the city at night and the endless sound of cars, nor has he felt it. No more feeling the sparkle of colorful neon lights.

Tan Wanyuan just sighed softly, his face was already covered with haze, he frowned tightly but set off his deep eyes and kept staring at the dark night outside the window, as if he had found another shelter for himself at this moment, feeling the The loneliness brought to him by the dark night made him feel the haze in his heart.