Obviously, Zheng Yu's parents know Chen Xiaolin very well.
``Thank you for ing to see me, Xiaolin.'' Zheng's mother couldn't hide the sadness on her face.
“Damn, that traitor son…” Father Zheng said in a slightly angry voice, but couldn’t finish his sentence and just stared at Chen Xiaolin in confusion.
Chen Xiaolin forted the two elders and said, "Uncle and aunt, I don't think Brother Yu is such a person. To do something like this, he will definitely encounter some problems." Told.
"What happened has already happened. No matter how good it is, nothing can undo it." Father Zheng nodded. Of course, they hope that Zheng Yu did something bad, but he is already dead and did something unforgivable. What is the truth? They don't mean much anymore.
Chen Xiaolin did not answer. This was the opinion of the two elders, but it did not apply to him. At the very least, I felt it necessary to investigate what happened to Zheng Yu during his lifetime.
“Is Xiaopeng here?” Chen Xiaolin asked.
When Jeong's father and mother heard this, they looked at each other and sighed. Zheng Mu took Chen Xiaolin to the room. When I slowly opened the door, I saw a small figure sitting in a dimly lit room with the curtains closed. When he paints, he lights only a dim desk lamp. He was quiet and devoted, paying no attention to the people who entered the room.
Zheng's mother whispered. "Ever since his father's accident, he has been silent. He is trapped in a painting in his room and shows little other reaction. Whatever my grandfather and I call him, if we get him... "If he doesn't use a brush and paper, he freezes in place, motionless, like a sculpture. I think his father's incident had a huge impact on him."
"Can I talk to him? Alone." Chen Xiaolin asked.
Zheng's mother nodded. "That's good. After your mother left, she said she wanted you to be more of a mother. She loves you very much. I hope you talk to her a lot and convince her or at least let her do it." I hope you eat well. "
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