Chapter 1420: Is This Really Director Zhang's Home?

child hadn't been given a name, except for the inscription which included birth and death dates, along with the mother's name: Lin Jinran. 。The tombstone held a picture of a sleeping baby, its eyes...The front desk nodded, “Just a moment.”

He immediately took out a business card and handed it to Lin Jinran, "This is her contact information."

"Okay, thank you." After receiving the business card and thanking him, Lin Jinran turned to leave.

She took out her cell phone and dialed the number according to the contact information on the business card.

The phone connected quickly, and a low woman's voice came through, "Who is it"

"Excuse me, is this Zhang Zhuan's contact information" Lin Jinyan asked politely.

"Yes, who are you"

"Hello, I'm Lin Jinran who you met yesterday."

"Oh, I know. I'm at home now, just come over to the address the front desk gave you. We can talk about anything when you get here. I have to go now." After saying that in one breath, without waiting for Lin Jin Dye to ask any questions, the person on the phone hung up directly.

Lin Jinran stared blankly at the hung-up phone, helplessly putting it back in her bag.

After a brief pause, he took a step and walked out of the rehabilitation center's door.

Haste made Lin Jin Dye rush to Zhang Zhu's house, eager to know about his mother's condition.

After more than an hour's drive, the surrounding skyscrapers gradually faded away, replaced by vast fields of wheat and scattered villages in the distance.

Getting off at the address on the sign, Lin Jinran looked around at his surroundings. A strange sense of unease settled in his heart.

This place is even more remote than where she got off yesterday, with dilapidated houses looming nearby, seemingly abandoned for years.

Is this really here

She lowered her eyelids and took out a piece of paper from her small bag, confirming the address on the paper again.

Yes, this is the place.

It was really Zhang Zhuan's voice on the phone, it must be him.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Lin Jinran walked into the seemingly deserted village with the address in hand.

A few scattered houses stood on the outskirts of the village. The women standing at their doors chatting saw her approach, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Lin Jinyan walked over with a kind smile and greeted, "Hello, may I ask..."

Before she could finish her words, the woman turned her head and walked into the open wooden door. With a bang, she closed it behind her.

Lin Jin-ran, rooted to the spot, was stunned. His young face was full of astonishment and bewilderment.

She just wanted to ask for directions. She turned her head to look at another group of people watching the commotion not far away. The woman was almost identical to the one before, and she turned around and went home, shutting the door as if she were an ominous presence.

Nevermind, she should find it herself. Picking up the address and confirming the house number, Lin Jinyan walked towards the uneven paths in the village.

In this village, many walls have large "demolish" signs written on them. Some doors are open, and their insides are already empty.

She kept checking the house numbers, not knowing how many circles she had taken here. Finally, she found Zhang Zhu's home address.

The faded paint on the doorplate bore the number, the same as the one on her paper.

Having steadied himself, Lin Jinran walked forward and lightly tapped the wooden door with the back of his hand, "Knock knock knock."

"Hello, is anyone there"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang's voice came from inside the door, "Wait, wait a moment."

Footsteps approached and stopped at the door. The sound of a rusty chain being unlocked echoed, followed by the creaking of the wooden door as it was pushed open.

A woman in her forties or fifties, wearing a white work uniform, appeared before her.

Lin Jinran politely nodded and took the lead in introducing himself, "Hello, my name is Lin Jinran."

Director Zhang's eyes flickered slightly, then he nodded, seeming a little nervous as he made way to the side. "Oh, I know, come in and have a chat."

"Alright," Lin Jin Dye, eager to know about his mother's condition, didn't notice the flickering in Zhang Director's eyes and stepped into the courtyard.

The courtyard was empty, with nothing in it. After Lin Jinran entered, Director Zhang closed the door and led her toward the main hall.

The main house's living room only has one table, two chairs, and on the table are two teacups and a teapot.

A faint scent of perfume hung in the air. Could this really be Director Zhang's homea book, but some watercolor paints, ink, and paper.Fu Tianze wrinkled his little nose. He wasn't interested. Not to mention that he had long since used a tablet to draw, which was easier and more con...