Before Ye Ming's mother died, she once told him: The camphor wood box in her bedroom was a relic she left to Ye Ming's father. It was locked with a lock. After her death, the box should not be burned, but should be kept. Keep it all the time. If one day Ye Ming and his father have a chance and get to know each other, then this box will be handed over to his father; if Ye Ming never finds his father, then this box should never be opened. Ming was not allowed to see what was inside.
Ye Ming was a filial son and never dared to disobey his mother's words. What's more, these were his mother's last words. Therefore, although his mother gave him the key to the camphor box before her death, he always followed his mother's instructions. , I have never opened that box, and I have never seen what is in the box.
But now, when Ye Ming realized that the mystery of his life experience was likely to be solved, that his biological father was probably Secretary Lu, and that he could not directly investigate and inquire, he naturally thought of this animal. Camphor wood box.
Since it is his mother's most important relic, Ye Ming always keeps this camphor wood box with him. No matter where he moves, he always brings the box to his place of residence for safekeeping. Therefore, this box is now in his possession. Inside the dormitory.
After thinking that this box might solve all his doubts, he jumped up from the office chair, quickly ran back to the dormitory, and dragged the antique camphor wood box from a corner of the bedroom. He came out, unlocked the box with trembling hands, opened the lid and took a look. He saw a stack of letters neatly placed in the box, with a total of two to three hundred letters. On top of this large stack of letters, An exquisite diary, nothing else.
Ye Ming looked at the large pile of letters and couldn't help but shed tears like raindrops: Obviously, these letters were written to his father but not sent by his mother and father after more than 20 years of separation. It was a way for the mother to express her thoughts and concerns about her father. She knew clearly that these letters could not be sent to his father, but she still insisted on writing so many letters, which showed how deeply her mother missed her father. However, in Ye Ming's impression, her mother But she never confided her deep longing for her father to herself. Instead, she buried it deeply in the most secret place in her heart, and only occasionally expressed her feelings through this way of writing letters.
The diary above the letter must have been written by the mother for her father. It records her usual longing and concern for her father. Although this diary is not written every day, as long as she has thoughts and feelings, The mother will record them, hoping that one day the father will be able to see this diary and realize her deep love for him...
Because he was not sure whether Secretary Lu was his biological father, Ye Ming still did not dare to read his mother's diary. So, while crying, he gently picked up the diary, put it aside, and picked it up casually. There was an unsealed letter. I glanced at the top of the envelope, and my body suddenly trembled. My eyes widened instantly: I saw clearly written in the middle of the envelope: "Lu Zhiyuan (yuan) personally expresses my sincere greetings." Apart from these few words, There was no information beyond the words: no recipient's address, no return address, and no stamps.
Although Ye Ming had already felt that Secretary Lu was his biological father, when he saw Secretary Lu's name actually appearing on the unsent envelopes from his mother, Ye Ming still felt extremely shocked, and even in the shock A little angry and puzzled: Secretary Lu should have known about his blood relationship with him for a long time. Why did he keep hiding it from him? Why didn't he tell himself earlier? Is he still afraid that he would cause him some trouble? Or does he feel that Is it possible that his biological son will affect his career advancement?
Thinking of this, a feeling of resentment arose in his heart: for so many years, his mother had worked hard to raise her, and she had no complaints against the father who abandoned them and her son. She had always lived in obscurity in that rural middle school. However, his father was knowing Even though he knew that he was his son, he still didn't want to recognize him as his son. He was only thinking about his own career, for fear that he would affect his promotion. How could he be worthy of his mother who had made such a big sacrifice for him.
After staring blankly at the envelope for a few minutes, Ye Ming picked up the diary again, opened it, and saw a group photo posted on the title page of the diary. It was obvious at first glance that this photo was from the envelope. It was taken in a state-run photo studio in the 1970s and 1980s: the background is a landscape painting with rough lines and mottled oil paint. My mother and a man in his thirties are standing in front of the painting, holding hands, their heads tilted to the side. They were standing next to each other, the smiles on their faces were a little stiff and unnatural. Although the image of that man was very different from the current Secretary Lu, Ye Ming still recognized him at a glance.
Judging from the group photo, Lu Zhiyao was probably in his early thirties at that time, tall and thin, with a clear face and a vigorous youthfulness in his eyes; while his mother was probably about twenty years old, holding Lu Zhiyao tightly with her right hand. Yao's big, jagged palms looked a little nervous and a little uneasy. At the bottom of the group photo, there was a line of printed words: "Lu Yuan, photographed by Zhao Han on May 1, 19××"...
Under this group photo, there is a line of beautiful pen calligraphy written by my mother: "Eternal Love". This line of words should be the theme of this diary.
After seeing this photo and his mother's handwriting, Ye Ming's face burst into tears again...
Next, Ye Ming sat blankly in the dormitory for nearly two hours. During these two hours, he neither read the letters nor read his mother's diaries, but kept crying silently. Falling into deep longing for my mother...
Until almost five o'clock, Ye Ming's cell phone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone without any clues and looked at the caller ID. It was Chen Mengqi calling.
Ye Ming quickly pressed the answer button, only to hear Chen Mengqi crying inside: "Brother Ye, something big happened here. Now many investors who have raised funds in our company have flocked to the company's finance department and asked to withdraw their funds in advance. To raise funds, due to the company's current lack of cash, it is unable to meet all their withdrawal requirements. Many customers have lost control of their emotions and have begun to smash the company's office space. Some people have begun to rob the company's valuable office supplies. Now, there are still people who are constantly collecting funds. People from our security department are pouring into the company from outside. We can no longer control the situation. Brother Ye, what should we do now?"