Chapter 01

As soon as she got off the plane, she headed straight for the Fourth Detention Center in City A. If it were not for her father's release from prison, she certainly would not have returned to this city. She took a taxi to the Fourth Detention Center, looked around, but did not see a single person come out. She raised her hand to check her watch; it was only around 7:00 in the morning, so it was likely too early.

"Good." With great effort, she managed to force a faint smile for herself. After the two left, she slumped her shoulders in defeat, pinched her forehead, and appeared utterly exhausted. Her gaze turned to Song Anchen, her face beaming with a smile, "Brother Song, I wonder if there is anything to eat here?"

"A lifetime!" Aunt Zhang suddenly ran out from behind and handed her a small notebook, "This is what you left behind all those years ago. I intended to have Xiao Song return it to you, but he insisted that I give it to you personally, saying that you would definitely come."

Aunt Zhang chuckled and said, "I hardly recognize you with your long hair; you are becoming more and more beautiful."

Aunt Zhang waved her hand, nodded slightly, and then got into the car

It is better for boys to be more mature

A wisp of smoke drifted into her nose, and she coughed a few times, not particularly sensitive to it. Facing Song Anchen outside the car, he extinguished the cigarette butt and turned to look at her, saying, "I apologize."

Oh dear, both of them are twenty-five, but my boy looks much older than his age.

Have you eaten?

A frozen silence began again in the car. In an attempt to ease the atmosphere, I asked Song Anchen, "What is your current job?"

Ah, my dear! Song Zheng was indeed very delighted, waving his hand, "Come, come, it has been six years since I last saw you."

Song Anchen smiled at her, lifting her luggage and placing it in the trunk. She glanced at the car and was surprised to see it was a Bentley. She chuckled self-deprecatingly and got into the car. This childhood friend of hers had long been in a different world. She would stand in line for an hour just to save 0.5 yuan on eggs; she never bought clothes from high-end stores, only wearing items from street vendors; the tuition fees for the past five years were all earned through her hard work. She no longer knew what it felt like to wait for someone in society. Sitting in a Bentley, her shabby appearance felt so out of place. She would stand in line for an hour just to save 0.5 yuan on eggs; she never bought clothes from high-end stores, only wearing items from street vendors; the tuition fees for the past five years were all earned through her hard work. She no longer knew what it felt like to wait for someone in society. Sitting in a Bentley, her shabby appearance felt so out of place.

Throughout her life, she felt a certain restlessness as she repeatedly stroked the diary in her hands. She was fully aware of what was written in that diary, yet she could not guarantee whether Song Anchen, who had come into contact with it, had actually read it. If he had seen it, wouldn't her six-year secret of guarding the - picture - book be...

A lifelong saying: "I am busy with my studies, and my home is too far away, so I am too lazy to return. But here I am, back again, aren't I?"

Oh dear, there must be endless conversations between Yi Sheng and An Chen. Let us not disturb the young ones, let us go. " Saying this, she pulled Ye Tianming out. Ye Tianming, left with no choice, could only turn to Yi Sheng and say: "Wait for me here."

Ye Tianming smiled and said, "That won't do, my daughter is waiting here."

Ah? It hasn't been sold yet

For a lifetime, she followed a smile, unable to resist touching her long hair that she had nurtured for several years. In fact, she had always had long hair since childhood. It was only in her high school years that she cut her hair short. She had always preferred long hair, but she did not know how to style it. With her mother ill and unable to help her style it anymore, she had no choice but to cut off her long hair

The man before me still possesses outrageously good skin, and his appearance remains exceptionally handsome, exuding an air of scholarly elegance.

Ah? My mobile phone number is from the university, but it incurs long-distance and roaming charges. I will buy a number here in a few days

Although she was curious about what he was constantly pressing with his fingers, she held back and began to eat the stir-fried rice cakes that she had been longing for

He was momentarily stunned, automatically ignoring his last sentence, saying: "Thank you"

Old Ye, are you hungry? Let's go have a few drinks, I still have a lot to talk to you about

Yisheng looked up at the aunt, recognizing her as a widow who often visited this small eatery. Her surname was Zhang. Yisheng politely smiled at her and said, "Aunt Zhang, I am Yisheng, do you remember me?"

Song Anchen no longer engaged in conversation, his gaze fixed ahead, appearing extremely serious about driving. When he reached a red light, he stopped the car, took out a cigarette from a small box beside him, lit it, and began to smoke. He opened the car window, exhaling towards it, his handsome profile looking exceptionally elegant yet melancholic.

She awkwardly brushed her bangs aside, saying, "My father is out of prison, how could I not come?" She chuckled dryly a couple of times, "Thank you for taking care of my father all these years."

She immediately felt relieved

Ah, I see, very well, please wait a moment

Ye Yisheng! Suddenly, someone called out to her from behind. This voice...

Song Anchen glanced casually at the notebook in her hand and said, "No."

Yisheng walked up to Song Zheng, who looked him up and down before turning to Ye Tianming and saying: "I remember Yisheng is three months older than An Chen"

I will help you pay the phone bill

Song Anchen's hand gripping the steering wheel visibly trembled, "I just started my internship at the hospital this year"

But she knew all her life. She kept holding Song Anchen's hand, begging him not to leave, pleading for him to stay. Song Anchen was most uncomfortable seeing a girl cry, and reluctantly stayed.

And that period of happiness, the innocent years of childhood, came to an abrupt end in the first year of high school. She severed her own memories, no longer allowing herself to imagine. When she left this place six years ago, she constantly reminded herself to forget the past, to forget everything about Song Anchen

Aunt Zhang asked again, "Is there anything you want to eat in your lifetime?"

She turned around and smiled: "Long time no see, Song Anchen!"

Ye Tianming smiled and nodded, his gaze shifting to the back of Song Anchen, momentarily taken aback. A figure stepped forward from behind Song Anchen, smiling and nodding, "Dad, Uncle."

Then accompany me for a meal, after picking up Uncle in the morning, I went to wait for you, and I didn't even have time to eat.

At this moment, as the red light counts down, Song Anchen begins to start the car

Song Anchen walked over, passed by her, and said, "Let's go." He took the lead and moved ahead.

"I don't know." Song Anchun took out the key and opened the door

Song Anchen brought her to a snack bar, where his attire seemed out of place. She recognized this street; it was a snack street she had to pass through on her way home from high school. Back then, they often had breakfast here, and sometimes when she indulged and took too long to eat, she would be late, causing Song Anchen to accompany her in standing at the entrance as a form of punishment.

"I heard that Uncle was released at five o'clock this morning, so I took the time to come and pick him up. I didn't expect you to be back," Song Anchen said while driving, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

He directly threw his phone to her, "Input it."

Six years have passed in the blink of an eye. In his childhood, he had a pair of clear and bright eyes and skin so fair that even women envied it. His father always joked that he was more beautiful than a girl. Indeed, from kindergarten to high school, his strikingly handsome face often caused him great annoyance, with love letters pouring in from all directions, and he was crowned the school heartthrob upon graduation

She discovered that after six years apart, the once warm-hearted prince had changed significantly, leaving her unable to see through him or understand him

However, long-distance calls plus roaming... ... it costs 0.7 yuan per minute, which she cannot afford. The several thousand yuan she has on her is her lifeline before starting work, not meant for such extravagance.

The car came to a stop at the Fengshan Community. Song Anchen turned to a person and said, "You wait here for me first, I will park the car in the garage."

She took a deep breath and turned to Song Anchun, who was driving, and asked, "Have you read this diary?"

The two adults were again engaged in a nonsensical conversation, leaving Ye Yisheng at a loss as to what to do. Song Anchen sat on the sofa beside him, his attention fully focused on the mobile phone in his hand

Song Anchen's father, Song Zheng, and his lifelong father, Ye Tianming, were comrades-in-arms, assigned to settle in this city together. At that time, Song Anchen's father was the director of the Land Bureau, while his lifelong father served as the director of the National Tax Bureau. The two maintained a close relationship, and the two families were as one. It was not until a corruption case occurred, leading to the arrest of his lifelong father, that the two families severed their ties

"Isn't it true that throughout his life, he often used this as an excuse to deceive An Chen?" Ye Tianming also chuckled.

"Ye Yisheng." At this moment, Song Anchun spoke up. Yisheng trembled all over, startled without any defense. She was most afraid of being called by someone, especially by Song Anchun

As soon as they entered the snack bar and had not yet taken their seats, a middle-aged woman approached with a smile and said to Song Anchen, "Little Song has arrived." The woman looked at Yisheng, somewhat taken aback, and asked, "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Hmm." Song Anchen nodded slightly. Suddenly, she found herself at a loss for words, awkwardly tilting her head to look elsewhere, becoming distracted. A Medical University was the school she had dreamed of since childhood. During her school days, she would complain to Song Anchen every day about why her grades were not improving, asking this top student to give her some points. However, she remembered that Song Anchen wanted to study economics and trade to follow in her mother's footsteps.

She set down her luggage and sat at the entrance of the detention area, eagerly looking forward. She couldn't help but scratch her messy, fluffy hair and yawn, appearing both dejected and exhausted. Her father was originally a government official, caught for embezzlement and sentenced to six years in prison. That year, she happened to be in her final year of high school. Looking back now, she couldn't help but smile faintly. That year, her father was arrested, her mother committed suicide, and how did she manage to get through it? Even she herself couldn't remember.

She had no choice but to sit quietly by the side, looking rather foolish as she did nothing.

Ye Yisheng returned to her original city, a southern city that had given her life, nurtured her, and left her with many memories. She had stayed away for six years, completing a five-year nursing bachelor's program and wandering for an additional year.

The clock ticked steadily, from eight thirty in the morning until noon, when the two gentlemen finally stood up. Ye Yisheng let out a heavy sigh, relieved that it was finally over

After blinking once in a lifetime, he put down his chopsticks and smiled, saying: "Before coming here, I checked the rental prices of houses online. Well, I didn't find anything suitable, but I did find a decent little inn. I will first take my father to stay there for a few days, and then we will look for a suitable house."

Song Anchen finally managed to tear his gaze away from his phone and looked at Ye Yisheng. Suddenly, he stood up and walked into the kitchen. Yisheng turned to look at his lean figure, feeling somewhat dazed. He poured the packaged stir-fried rice cakes into a bowl, placed it in the microwave to heat, boiled some water, and brought over a bowl of seaweed soup, which he "threw" in front of her. He then boldly sat down and began fiddling with his phone again

Do you have a place to stay here?" Song Anchen suddenly asked

However, I will only pay what I am obligated to pay

She nodded slightly throughout her life, watching him drive away after getting out of the car. She looked up and saw the same old house; although the hardware facilities had been renovated and updated, the building still looked the same as it did back then

Ah! She never expected him to ask these questions. She hurriedly nodded, "I have eaten, I have eaten." Her gestures were extremely exaggerated, as if she were fervently proving that she had indeed eaten

Song Anchen frowned, "Mobile number?"

As the door opened, the two middle-aged men chatting in the living room paused and turned their gaze towards the entrance. Song Anchen peeked in and smiled, saying: "Dad, Uncle."

Song Anchen smiled at her, helped her pick up her luggage, and said: "Uncle was released this morning around 5 o'clock and is now at my father's house. I came to pick you up. I believe you understand; you have been missing for a full six years"

Before she could react, Song Anchen's car suddenly turned and entered another lane. She was taken aback and turned to look at Song Anchen, who was still driving with great seriousness, showing no signs of carelessness.

A lifetime is filled with tears that cannot be shed. When the stir-fried rice cakes arrive, one can only watch helplessly as Song Anchen leisurely enjoys the dish she once loved the most. After finishing, Song Anchen takes another portion and walks out, leaving one to follow behind, yearningly gazing at that bag.

For a moment, I was taken aback, "Did you get into A Medical University?"

... ...

At that moment, she originally intended to say that she wanted to eat the stir-fried rice cakes made by Aunt Zhang herself, but Song Anchen helped her respond, "She has already eaten, so please bring me a portion of stir-fried rice cakes, and pack one to go as well"

Looking back on a lifetime, one often feels a sense of nostalgia for the changes that have taken place. In those days, they truly were like young boys riding bamboo horses, circling around the bed while playing with green plums

He learned to smoke? Yisheng was somewhat surprised. Back when he was studying, some classmates began to learn how to smoke, and Yisheng thought that men who could smoke were very cool. However, Song Anchen expressed his disapproval, saying, "Smoking is harmful to health; they are committing slow suicide. If one understands the importance of health and longevity, one should not smoke." Yet, the always health-conscious Song Anchen started smoking.

Yisheng pressed her lips together and followed with a bitter smile. Upon reaching the third floor, Yisheng couldn't help but glance at the door across the way, which was once her home. Song Anchun followed her gaze and said, "This house has been vacant all along"

Song Anchen comes from a wealthy family, but it is not his father who provided this wealth; rather, it is his mother. After his mother divorced his father, she entered into a relationship with a generous and affluent French man. At the time of his parents' divorce, Song Anchen had just started his first year of high school and was supposed to live with his mother. However, after all the procedures for going abroad were completed, he changed his mind. No one knows what this child is thinking.

She immediately stiffened, as the sound of a car door closing and the steady sound of footsteps approached from behind her. She closed her eyes, never expecting that upon arriving at her former residence, she would encounter the very person from her past that she least wanted to see.

She stared blankly at that little notebook for a long time, momentarily unable to breathe. It was the diary she had left behind years ago. Hesitantly, she reached out her hand, picked it up, and said to Aunt Zhang: "Thank you, Aunt Zhang"

In a lifetime, the eyes gleam, and the wealthy generously come to the aid of their impoverished old friends

Aunt Zhang opened her mouth in surprise, "Oh, it's been a lifetime." Aunt Zhang immediately pulled out a chair and sat down, "I haven't seen you for many years. Xiao Song said you went to university. Why haven't you come back during the winter and summer vacations?"

Song Anchen has never allowed herself to suffer losses, and this has remained unchanged. Fortunately, that matter is known only to Heaven, Earth, herself, and Lin Ruohan.