Chapter 942

In his memory,

This should be his home, his old house in Chengdu.

Back then, before Su Bai had divided his property, Su Bai did not even know how much real estate he had in the country and abroad. When other people went to a place to travel, they would first check which hotel was suitable to stay in. However, Su Bai would first see if there was a house of his own there so that he could arrange for someone to clean it in advance so that he could live in it when he went on a trip.

This old house in Chengdu occupied a deep part of Su Bai's feelings. In his memory, he and his parents had also lived here for the longest time, so it was also the place that Su Bai treasured the most.

It was precisely because of this that after the property was divided, this old house from the Republic of China period was donated by Su Bai to the local government to be protected as a cultural relic attraction.

However, when his parents died in a car accident, Su Bai suddenly felt that he was very disgusted with living in the old house from the bottom of his heart. At that time, Su Bai had not yet become the little fellow's father, and he had not even become a radio listener.

The old house clearly gave him a deep sense of attachment and familiarity, but Su Bai was very disgusted with himself living there, even if it was just for one more day.

After that, Su Bai simply arranged for himself to go to school in the east coast. Occasionally, when he had to return to Chengdu during the holidays, Su Bai basically lived in another apartment and would not go to the old house to live. He even rarely came back to visit.

This place carried many beautiful memories of his childhood. Even Su Bai himself did not know why, but in his heart, he was so resistant to it.

At this time, the sky was gray, with a touch of depressing atmosphere. Chengdu's four seasons were pleasant, and it was definitely not as simple as it sounded. Even at this time, when a thunderstorm was about to happen, it seemed that it had been foreshadowed for a long time, enough for people to take back the clothes outside the window.

Su Bai only felt that his entire body was floating. This was still in a state of hypnosis, and this was still in a virtual spiritual world. However, when the woman who should be called mother placed her hand between his eyebrows and exerted a little force, Su Bai felt that he had fallen into complete darkness.

This darkness was very frightening, and it made Su Bai very afraid, but Su Bai could do nothing about it.

It was as if..,

This was his fate, this was his trajectory,

No matter how he struggled, no matter how he resisted, it seemed that he was already destined. This was a kind of despair, a kind of deep despair.

The old house was right in front of him. Su Bai reached out and pushed open the door. There was no one in the house, and even the surveillance and security checks did not respond at all.

Su Bai stumbled inside, his breathing becoming very difficult. It was not because of his body, but because of the fear in his heart, which was growing stronger and stronger.

To be honest, Su Bai could accept a lot of things, such as everything in the previous memory, he could accept it.

Was he a test tube baby that his parents found a surrogate?

He could accept it.

He could really accept it. Just treat himself as Dolly the sheep. There was nothing wrong with it. It was just changing the belly of a woman to give birth to him. It was nothing to take things too hard. Besides, his mother was a listener. It was impossible for her to not enter the world of the story for ten months after being pregnant for ten months. This might be something that could not be helped.

As for his parents' attitude towards him, Su Bai could also understand. Didn't he treat the little fellow like this in the beginning? Maybe they had not had time to enter the role of parents.

Yes, Su Bai, who was originally prone to extremes, actually became so understanding at this time. Every word and action of his parents could be rationally explained by Su Bai.

Hehe, this had to be said, was really ironic. Even if it was black in front of him, Su Bai had to cover it with colorful wallpaper.

Next to the old house was a park. At that time, there were often Sichuan Opera classes practicing in the park. There were not many people, but the commotion was quite big.

However, Su Bai did not have the mood to care about this at this time. He only continued to walk forward firmly and confusedly.

In front,

It was right in front,

That room was the bedroom that he had lived in for the longest time since he was a child,

In front of the bedroom was an empty courtyard. Su Bai remembered that when he was young, his parents often played with him here

His father was good at calligraphy, and he would teach him to practice calligraphy. Every time, his mother would sit beside him, reading the company's documents while smiling and watching the father and son seriously practice calligraphy.

Time, at that time, seemed to have frozen, becoming one of the most beautiful memories in Su Bai's memory.

His father, to put it nicely, was more scholarly, elegant, and dignified. To put it bluntly, other than doing the things that scholars and poets thought were very elegant at home, he was a little unworldly. The family's expenses and property were actually managed by his mother with her own wisdom. Later, the financial group's property that was inherited to his hands also came from this.

Perhaps, his parents treated this little life the same way he treated the little fellow. At first, they also did not think much of this little life, and then they developed a special feeling. In Su Bai's memory, there were many warm memories of him and his parents together. That was also why, after his parents died in a car accident, Su Bai's reaction and pressure were so great.

Su Bai walked forward slowly. The closer he got to the door, the more uncertain he seemed to be. However, what should come should still come. In the end, Su Bai reached out and pushed the door open. However, the door did not move. Su Bai floated in, passed through the door, and came in.

Inside the door, Su Bai's bedroom looked very exquisite. The various furnishings and displays showed how much the parents of this family valued their child.

However, Su Bai was stunned for a moment.

His body began to tremble,

Because even Su Bai did not dare and was unwilling to accept the scene he was seeing at this moment.

In a glass container, there was a light blue liquid. This should be nutrient solution, or cultivation solution. Plants did not need soil, and they could grow better with these things. However, what was stored in this huge glass container was not a plant, but a child about three years old.

And Su Bai was certain,

This child..,

Was actually himself..,

Was really himself.

There was a desk very close to the glass container, and on the desk was the painting scroll!

That painting had actually accompanied him since he was three years old. However, Su Bai never dreamed that the true use of that painting would be like this!

At this moment, the painting revealed such a painting. In the painting, a father and son were standing in front of a stone table in the courtyard, practicing calligraphy. A beautiful woman was sitting behind them, reading documents while watching the father and son practice calligraphy. She revealed a gratified smile.

A black cat squatted on the desk. Every once in a while, it stretched out its claws and flipped the painting on the scroll to the next scroll, changing to another new scene.

After a while, the youth in the container seemed to have discovered something. His attention was a little distracted. He turned his gaze slightly and saw Su Bai. The two of them, their gazes met and collided.

The black cat looked around in confusion. It raised its body slightly and saw that the youth in the container was looking at a mirror in the room. The mirror happened to reflect the youth's appearance. This youth was looking at himself in the mirror.

"Meow …"

The black cat let out a dissatisfied sound. Obviously, it was very dissatisfied that the youth was not paying full attention to the painting.

The youth's eyes were very empty. He did not seem to have his own consciousness and looked very wooden and dull. After hearing this cat's meow, he instinctively focused all his attention on the painting in front of him.

In the newly opened painting, there was a painting of a child snuggling up to a woman sitting on the grass.

In the painting, the sky was very blue, the grass was very green, and one could even see the sheep and yaks in the distance. The wind was very gentle, and the sun was also very warm. In short, everything in the painting was so beautiful.

At this moment, the youth in the container also revealed a happy expression. It was as if at this moment, he really felt like he was snuggling up to his mother.

Time..,

So quiet!