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This is a room that feels very similar to Si Yang's.
Mediterranean-style decoration, the bright colors of "sea" and "sky" are everywhere, even the white walls seem to have been washed by water, but they are surprisingly soft, just like Si Yang's pair of bewitching to the extreme, even when they are mean Very affectionate eyes.
Yu Zheng walked in, searching from room to room.
Different from the emptiness of Si Yang's room in the old house, there is also nothing useful left here.
But it was not Yu Zheng who did it, but Si Yang who cleaned it up before he left. Those confidential documents that he passed through, Yu's related plans, and some handles left over from the past when the wings were cut off, were all cleaned up by Si Yang himself.
When he first learned about Si Yang's death, Yu Zheng decided to deal with this place as well. But later, he felt that this was Si Yang's camp, and Si Yang hurriedly feigned death and escaped, not necessarily without missing anything. They simply guarded the customs without even asking where it was, and just waited for Si Yang to return home.
Later, he forgot because he was too busy. Just came in for the first time today.
He went into the study and started rummaging through what was left. Including computers. However, after an hour passed, Yu Zheng did not find anything useful, except for a box that was hidden deep.
For a top-quality sandalwood box, the carvings on it alone are worth tens of thousands, not to mention the value of the wood of the box itself. But it is so priceless, but it contains broken pens.
Mostly it has been stored for many years, the refill has been used up, but the barrel still looks new. Even the ugly pandas crookedly printed on it have not become blurred due to wear and tear.
"Does this have any special meaning?" Yu Zheng was very puzzled. Si Yang always likes to enjoy himself. The cost of food and clothing has always been good, but it is incredible to keep such a thing.
However, he didn't notice that the eyes of the old butler behind him suddenly turned red.
Yu Zheng couldn't remember, but he remembered them all.
This pen does have a deep meaning to Si Yang, it can even be said that it is Si Yang's treasure.
Because this pen was Yu Zheng's birthday present to Si Yang when he was three years old. Picked it out by hand, and solemnly placed it in Si Yang's hands, and asked him for a lifetime promise with the most sincerity.
In fact, Yu Zheng was very smart when he was a child, he could learn everything in no time.
Si Yang's birthday is even more firmly remembered. It turned out that he had urged the old housekeeper to take him out to buy a gift for Si Yang a month ago, but when the day came, he began to hesitate again.
"Uncle Yang, you said that I used my mother's money to buy gifts for my brother, so is the gift I gave to my brother, or my mother's gift to my brother?" Children are easy to get into a corner, just such a simple question, Yu Zheng thought about it for three full days.
On the fourth day, he changed his clothes early in the morning and asked someone to take him out.
"Young master, it's busy today, we have to go back quickly."
"Uncle Yang, if you don't have time, ask the maid to take me there! I'm very busy today, I'm going to earn my own money and buy gifts with my brother!" Yu Zheng, who was only as tall as his calf, swore Chest said he was going to work. The adults in the room were all amused by him.
Madam Yu couldn't help laughing when she found out, she patted his head and said to him, "Don't go out, just stay at home. Go and help the gardener, if you do well, I'll give you ten yuan a day."
Yu Zheng was small and raised delicately. At first, everyone felt that he would not be able to persevere. But no one expected that it really took a full week. In the end, he took seventy yuan to buy a gift for Si Yang.
Picking and picking, I picked a small cake. With five yuan left, I bought the best-looking ballpoint pen in the stationery store next to me at the time when I was three years old.
"Brother, I think this is the most, most, and best-looking pen in the entire universe, so I want to give it to the most, most, and best brother in the entire universe!"
"I love my brother the most, so I will spend every birthday with him in the future. My birthday, my brother will also be with me. When I grow up, even if my brother has a sister-in-law, I will not be separated from him. We've been living together forever."
The old butler clearly remembered that Si Yang, who was still a teenager at the time, hugged his younger brother in his arms, nodded solemnly, and said, "Okay."
For the next ten years, he kept this promise, devoted himself to Yu Zheng and the Yu family, and gave everything. "..." The old housekeeper covered his mouth uncontrollably and sobbed.
Yu Zheng turned to look at him, feeling a little confused. He wanted to ask the secretary why the old housekeeper came with him. But unexpectedly, there was a frightening pity in the secretary's eyes.
This look is so familiar. It was the same when the secretary put on his coat before leaving in Qiulu Cemetery. Why is he still looking at him like this now
Yu Zheng vaguely felt something was wrong. He got up quickly and turned around to the bedroom.
There are many more things here than in the study.
Clothes, accessories, aromatherapy for sleep aids, and other small items.
Yu Zheng held back his temper and pulled them out one by one, but in the end, in the pocket of a coat with blood stains hidden in a corner, he found a case paper printed on Yu's private hospital.
In the end, teach him to find clues. Yu Zheng wanted to open it excitedly. But at this moment, the secretary suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Yu Zheng looked up at him.
The secretary trembled, and said slowly, "The elders are gone, why do you need to ask the bottom line?"
"Really?" Yu Zheng slapped his hands away expressionlessly, "I've been pretending for two years, does Secretary Xu not want to pretend?"
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will find out that you hide your ulterior motives and treat you like a traitor? Or is it that your old master is still seriously ill, and you are afraid that I will take the opportunity to catch him and imprison him again?"
"Young master, what are you talking about?"
"I suspected it two years ago. Who is Si Yang, even if I bring so many people to arrest him, he won't go away with me without even resisting."
"What's even more ridiculous is that just after I locked him up, he died in the nursing home within five minutes."
"What exactly do you want to say?" The secretary remained calm.
"Why pretend to be stupid?" Yu Zheng sneered, "You have been helping me for the past two years, but you are actually helping Siyang to watch the house. After all, you are a watchdog trained by him, even if you have eaten meat by my side for two years , it’s impossible to feed them well, isn’t it?”
Yu Zheng tore his face directly, but the secretary asked him another sentence, "Master, if, if everything is completely different from what you think, will you regret it?"
"Regret?" Yu Zheng sneered, "What I regret the most is that I recognized Si Yang as my brother when I was young!"
"Catch it!" Yu Zheng raised his voice, and two bodyguards rushed in and grabbed the secretary.
"Be careful with people. If I can't find Si Yang here today, I'll use some tricks to pry his mouth open."
Yu Zheng withdrew his eyes with a sneer, lowered his head and opened the diagnosis report in his hand.
After a long time, it was stained with blood again, and it was very difficult to separate the fragile paper.
But Yu Zheng finally unfolded him.
Just as Yu Zheng thought, it was indeed Si Yang's diagnosis. But it wasn't from Si Yang's last time, but from the year before Yu Zheng was brought back to the Yu family.
There is a sentence written on it, idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis is in the late stage, and it is expected to have another year.
Yu Zheng felt empty at first, then immediately called the doctor he knew, "Take a look, what kind of disease is this?"
He took a photo of Si Yang's diagnosed case and sent it over.
The doctor over there quickly replied, "It is a chronic, progressive, fibrotic interstitial lung disease, and the lesion is limited to the lungs. The average survival period after diagnosis is only 2.8 years, and the mortality rate is higher than most tumors. Known as a 'neoplastic disease'."
"So it's terminally ill?"
"you can say it this way."
"Then what are the specific manifestations?" Yu Zheng didn't realize it himself, his voice had already started to tremble at this moment.
"There are many. In the beginning, it was just coughing and dyspnea. In the middle stage, there will be complications such as general fatigue, rapid weight loss, loss of appetite, high fever, etc. In the later stage, there will be corresponding symptoms such as coughing up blood, respiratory failure, and right heart failure."
Coughing up blood, respiratory failure, heart failure, weight loss, high fever, Yu Zheng flusteredly compared the symptoms described by the doctor, trying to find the difference with Si Yang, but unexpectedly found that there was none. exactly the same.
And according to the current level of medical treatment, Si Yang's disease is an incurable and incurable disease! No matter how much money you have, you can't get your life back. Even if he had faked his death when he caught Si Yang, now that two years have passed, Si Yang is definitely gone.
But this is impossible!
Yu Zheng could not accept this answer.
Si Yang tried his best to figure out how to get him out of the Yu family when he was ten years old, and seize power by himself. After he came back, he was insulted and suppressed in every way, and he was kept in captivity like a canary. plaything.
How could such a Si Yang really get terminally ill and die
Then why is he still tossing about these things? What are you doing to seize the power of the Yu family? Stimulate yourself to death and make yourself hate him for what
"Hahaha, are you kidding me?" Yu Zheng couldn't help laughing in a low voice. At this moment, he felt that everything was so absurd that it was like a dream.
He grabbed the secretary by the collar and asked him viciously, "Where's Si Yang? I'm asking you, Si Yang!"
The secretary didn't speak, just looked at him with red eyes. Unable to control it, Yu Zheng punched the secretary in the abdomen, "Don't fucking fool me with these things! Tell me, did you plan this three years ago, just to trick me into believing that Si Yang is dead? "
"Including the medicine bottle in the car, is it also arranged by you? Otherwise, why did you change the car today?"
"Then after I believe it, your good master will be able to return to the country quietly and take the Yu family away from me again."
"is not it!"
"You fucking talk! Are you!"
Yu Zheng pinched the secretary's hand and kept trembling. This was the first time after Si Yang left that Yu Zheng lost control of his emotions and took off the gentle mask he had worn all year round.
The ridiculous thing is that it is still for Si Yang. For this elder brother whom he hated to the bone. The pain in the lower abdomen made the secretary gasp, but he looked at Yu Zheng with more pity.
It wasn't until several seconds passed, when Yu Zheng was about to explode again, that he slowly said, "Young master, you are in the Qiulu cemetery!"
"The gift you personally gave was also arranged by yourself. It's only been two years, why did you forget?"
"..." The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.
Yu Zheng stared at the secretary for several minutes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, is Qiulu Cemetery? I'll look for it myself!"
Both the secretary and the old housekeeper felt that something was wrong. But Yu Zheng had already turned his head and left Si Yang's apartment, and took people into the car.
"Let's go together, to Qiulu Cemetery!"
There was silence all the way, and after the car arrived and stopped. The old housekeeper and secretary finally understood what Yu Zheng was going to do.
He went directly to the supervisor and took his things to Si Yang's grave.
Pointing at the sealed tombstone in front of him, Yu Zheng's expression was so cold that it was creepy.
He only said one word, "Dig!"
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