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Chapter 51

After leaving the office, Liu Weijuan simply skipped her afternoon classes and ran back home.

At this moment, she completely forgot about her professional ethics and the students in her two classes.

She only felt that she was being targeted by all her colleagues in the office and lost face in front of them, thinking about how to retaliate.

Chenhe Village is not far from Zhuye Primary School, about three miles away. It takes less than ten minutes to get there by bike. Liu Weijuan's home is here.

Every villager in this village is an outsider. Although it is called Chenhe Village, none of the residents there are surnamed Chen He. Most of the residents are refugees from various places.

This piece of land is located near mountains and rivers, and is a good place. The reason why it was abandoned is because it is surrounded by the ancestral tombs of various villages.

From the outside, it looks like it is surrounded by a circle of tombs, which makes people feel uncomfortable. People who are wary of this are unwilling to move in.

But compared with these taboos, for a group of homeless people, survival is more important. Therefore, slowly, more than 50 families moved into this piece of land, forming a small village.

Liu Weijuan's home is located at the east end of Chenhe Village. It is the closest to the cemetery in the east, separated by a river. Because of this, no one wants this place except her family.

Perhaps because she grew up in this place, Liu Weijuan does not feel uncomfortable facing these cemeteries all day long. They are just quiet neighbors.

Liu Weijuan has been fatherless since she was born. She doesn't know who her father is. She asked her mother when she was young, but she gave up the idea after she couldn't get the answer.

Just think he is dead.

Their home was remote, and their mother Liu Xiangdang was old-fashioned and serious. She was also a member of the Revolutionary Committee. She didn't care about anyone's face when she arrested people for criticism/struggle. Therefore, people in the village kept their distance from them and didn't come to her home unless necessary.

But one afternoon, she heard the voice of another man in the house.

After vaguely hearing the name "Anya...Shen Yu...", Liu Weijuan paused and stood by the window to hear the words of the people in the house, but the voices in the house stopped.

Then there was the sound of the back door opening and closing. Liu Weijuan hurriedly looked out, but only saw the back of the man leaving.

The man was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, tall and straight, and his back made people feel very good.

Being able to come to her house at this time meant that he had a special relationship with her mother, but he came and went through the back door, which made her feel very unusual.

Liu Weijuan frowned and followed him subconsciously.

This time, it was indeed unusual, because she found that the man chose a small road with few people. He was so afraid of being discovered. There must be a secret that she didn't know.

Maybe the man walked too fast and disappeared without paying attention. Liu Weijuan slapped her thigh and said in annoyance, "Where is he?"

"Are you looking for me?" The next second, the man's voice sounded from behind, scaring her.

The moment she turned around, she saw the man's appearance clearly. He was about 40 years old, elegant, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly combed back. The roots of his hair were slightly gray, but he didn't look old. Instead, he looked like the gentlemen in the foreign novels she had read when she was a girl, elegant and friendly.

He was a very charming man.

Liu Weijuan's first reaction was that this man should not be her "dead" father.

The man narrowed his eyes and said: "Are you... Shen Zhu's daughter?"

Shen Zhu? Liu Weijuan frowned, "I am Liu Xiangdang's daughter. I saw you coming out of my house. Who are you and what do you want to do with my mother?"

The man smiled knowingly, "That's it."

"My name is Xu Zeming. You can call me Uncle Xu. I am your parents'... friend."

"Dad? Do you know my dad?"

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