"But if I guess correctly, my property should have been transferred. Your mother is an extremely selfish person. She and I have no feelings. Because once we get drunk, we will have her and Song Jue.
When I went to the United States to participate in the research, your mother and Gu Beifeng's old friendship revived, and Ju'er saw it privately. Therefore, Song Jue almost drowned, creating his distorted character. I found that Song Jue had mutilated so many innocent girls.
I am weak, because of my sin, I forgive your mother. All this is my fault, which will cause Song Jue to be so distorted. If it was not for me, he would not be born in this world so painfully
In order to atone for my sins, I killed a girl with my own hands and took all the previous charges on myself... "
Song Han couldn't stand it. He couldn't believe that his father would kill an innocent life to cover up others' guilt.
This is not the positive and sunny father at all.
Song Han breathed heavily and felt inexplicably angry.
Why is he so selfish!
Song Jue must cover up his mistakes? What about yourself?
He fought back his anger and continued to read.
"Han Er, I know that you have deep feelings for me. I am very satisfied with you and have been admitted to the enviable Tsinghua University
You are my proud son, but I have to do it.
That girl, in fact, is the life I 'made'. Every day, she is manipulated by countless people under the banner of 'research', just like an object, and suffers countless pains every day.
It was she who begged me to end her life and let me give her a relief. I thought about Song Jue and agreed to it.
Her own vitality has been exhausted to the limit, which can help her extricate, perhaps a kind of redemption.
I don't regret it.
I hope Ju'er can understand my good intentions, and maybe he will reform his evil ways and return to justice. "
"Return to the right?"
Song Han smiled and laughed wildly. For the first time, he was so angry. He immediately hit the table with his fist, and the wooden table was instantly knocked out of a big hole.
Wood scum pierced Song Han's fist, and blood bubbled out.
Before, facing innumerable cynicism, even extreme insult, Song Han was still able to suppress his heart.
Looking at the words above, his anger could no longer be controlled.
This is the reason why he has been unwilling to see it.
In fact, Song Han had already guessed that.
Through this period of investigation, the cause and effect may be clear to him without looking at this note.
He regretted it.
I regret why I didn't burn this note earlier.
Song Han closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a long time. He looked again
"Son, maybe you are very angry at the moment, which is unfair to you.
My father apologized to you. I am not worthy of being your father, but I want to tell you one thing. You are not my own son. I hope you don't know about the mystery of your life experience, because it is in another letter I sent you. It is buried in the basement of my house in Los Angeles, America. You just need to remember a number, and someone will guide you, If you go, you will understand everything. "
"Please forgive me for being selfish. I haven't been able to tell you."
"In addition, please stay away from Gu Beifeng and Gu's family. Although Ruoxue is a good child, I also intended to let you two have a baby relationship, but I sincerely hope you stay away from them and have nothing to do with Gu's family
If you are involved, please cut off the relationship immediately. This will be the only way to redeem you. "
Song Han smiles coldly.
Dead old man, it's a pity that I have married her.
It is obviously impossible to divorce.
Continue to read, "There are some secrets about me in the interlayer of the book, which actually belong to you. If you see it, burn it immediately, and don't let the second person see it.
I don't want you to open the mezzanine and become an ordinary person. "
When he wrote the letter here, the ink was a bit blurred, and it was still the same spot. It was obvious that when he wrote the letter, he was also in tears.
……
"I'm sorry, old man. I don't want to be an ordinary person."
Song Han's original idea was really consistent with his father's, and he quietly found a place to live an ordinary life as an ordinary person.
But at the moment, Song Han's originally silent heart was like being poured with a glass of liquor, and then lit up, burning with fire.
"The more you want me to be ordinary, I will show you with great vigour."
Song Han laughed sarcastically.
I feel like a rebellious child. In those dark eyes, it seems that a flame is burning.
Like jealousy, like unwilling!
He opened the interlayer of the book with a knife.
The interlayer is just a piece of primitive paper.
It is written in ancient handwriting, which seems to have been handed down from ancient times. It is a method that can help people regulate their breathing, which is more detailed than what was recorded before.
"Breathe?"
Song Han sneered and said, "It's not the internal mental skill of the martial arts novels. It's really bloody and vulgar. The novels are all written poorly!"
He took a look at it, and under the crazy deduction of thousand times thinking, it was vividly integrated into the brain, and Song Han could not help but begin to regulate his breathing.
There is no exaggerated change in imagination, nor the so-called heaven and earth vision, as if it is a simple book of health preservation and body adjustment.
But my father is so precious. Maybe there are some unknown secrets in it.
Song Han closes his eyes again.
Dimly, Song Han fell asleep again.
It was early morning when he opened his eyes.
There was a piercing knock at the door.
"Who?"
Song Han gets up and stretches, only to find that there is a lot of mud on his body, even a sour smell. It seems that he hasn't taken a bath for several months.
"Bang!"
The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Gu Ruoxue walked into the room coldly. "I thought you were going to Yanjing today. Why are you still sleeping?"
Then she covered her nose and frowned at Song Han,
"You got drunk in the mud last night? So smelly?"
"Reclining trough!"
Song Han found that there was mud everywhere, and his body was smelly. He retched, ran to the other half, ripped his clothes off in front of Gu Ruoxue, and took a cold bath.
Although Song Han's room is small, there is still a small room separated, but there is no door, just a layer of cloth to separate it.
The cold water washes on Song Han's strong body, and something seems to be behind him, gradually becoming obvious.
"You..."
Gu Ruoxue blushes, but to her surprise, she doesn't leave. Instead, she looks straight at Song Han. Her eyes seem to be dazed and see something strange.