C2 Key

Han Ruoling tried to calm herself down, but she kept thinking about the name of the theater on the phone.

The swindlers nowadays really spared no effort in order to cheat some money. They even knew what his father did and what an inconspicuous drama club was.

He passed away three days ago? Was he lying to a ghost? Three days ago, it was seven o'clock in the morning. Before he went back to work at Rongguang Building, he had a fight with his father over the phone in his neighborhood. At that time, he didn't look like a person who would leave the world at any time.

Han Yuling tried hard to recall the words and tone that Han Chu Ming forced him to go back to his hometown to help look after the drama club that morning. He told herself with certainty that this was just a new trick that the old man used to maintain the drama club.

Thinking back to that year, In order to protect the drama club, his father had even paid for his mother's treatment and saving her life. Now, it was not impossible to find someone to cooperate and make a phone call.

Thinking of this, Han Ruoling decided not to be bothered by the negative emotions just now. She turned her gaze to the thick audit reports in front of her and started to get busy again.

In the afternoon, the negotiations with the Invigorated Meridian International contract went smoothly. Han Ruoling completed the agreed negotiation task an hour earlier. The chairman was very happy and specially asked him to go home and rest. Han Ruoling nodded and returned to her residential area, physically and mentally exhausted.

Han Ruoling lived in Block C. 1003. She turned right as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. He leaned against the elevator and waited to get to the 10th floor. The door opened for a while. He lazily stood up and walked out.

But just as he walked out of the elevator and turned to the right, he was stunned.

A few young men and elderly people wearing black sleeves stood at the entrance of his apartment. All of them had serious expressions as they looked at him, who had just walked out of the elevator.

What frightened Han Ruoling even more was that one of them had his father's black and white photo placed on his chest with both hands. Another young man, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, fixed his eyes on Chu Li and said with a trembling voice, "Uncle, you're finally back. Uncle, he. . . "

Han Ruoling's heart sank. She could not even move her feet and only used her strength on her throat.

"This is impossible!"

"Uncle, please hold your grief. We know you are not feeling well!" The young man said.

"Ru Ling, our condolences!" The people beside her said one after another.

Han Ru Ling was instantly knocked down by everything in front of her. She collapsed on the ground, tears flowing out from her eyes. It was so painful that she couldn't even cry. . .

Perhaps it was the day Han Ruoling heard the news that her tears dried up. In the few days that he went back to his hometown to help his father with the "first seven," he actually didn't cry. More often than not, he sat beside Han Chu Ming and stared blankly at his familiar face. If it wasn't for his pale face, he would still think that Han Chu Ming had just fallen asleep.

Regret? Regret. Regret? Regret.

Han Ruoling thought more than once that if he had not been so willful and had not argued with her without any scruples, he would not be like this now. Maybe he could still come back in time to meet his father, even if it would be good to say a few words at the end.

But now, everything stopped at the word "if. "

Han Ruoling left home to study when she was young. After graduating, she stayed in the city where she went to college. In the blink of an eye, she spent more than ten years outside, and the people and things at home became rusty.

Apart from a few relatives whom she had met and contacted later on, Han Ruoling did not know many of the people who came to offer their condolences.

Fortunately, the elders in the countryside had helped Zhang Luo and Han Chu Ming with the matters behind them so that they would not be in a mess and lose their manners.

On the night before the funeral vacation ended, Han Ruoling sat in her father's room, looking at the familiar items. Two streams of tears silently flowed down her face.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. A distant elder walked in with a wooden box in his hand.

Han Ruoling wiped her tears and stood up from the bed, looking outside the door.

"Uncle, you are. . . "

"Ru Ling, your father left this with me long ago. He asked me to give it to you when he was not around. " As the old man spoke, he handed the wooden box to Han Ru Ling.

He had seen this thing before. But his father never let him touch it, as if it was very expensive, so he never knew what was inside.

Han Yuling took it. She raised her hand and lightly caressed it a few times, then opened it.

There was a brand new key lying inside, as if it had never been touched before.

"What is this key for?" Han Ruoling asked.

"This is the key to the office of Fu Sheng Drama Club. Your father said that you'll be in charge of the club after he left. " The old man said word by word.

"What?" Han Ruoling thought she had misheard and asked, "Uncle, Did you say something wrong? Did my father ask me to manage it, or did he want me to find someone to manage it? "

Han Ruoling emphasized the word" find someone, "for fear that the old man would not understand what he meant.

"Ruoling, although your uncle is old, he is not old and muddle-headed when it comes to your father's last wish. "

The old man's firm gaze made Han Ru Ling understand that even at the last moment of her life, her father still used this kind of unnegotiable method to forcefully put an end to the problem that they had been arguing about for so long.

If he did not accept it, he would walk down under the pressure of going against his last wish.

Accept. He had spent nearly ten years of hard work to brag about in the past. He had to return to his hometown and start anew.

For a moment, Han Ruoling didn't know what to do. . .

Fighting the grain farm was Han Ruling's childhood memory of returning to her hometown. When it was late at night, Han Ruoling sat alone on the stone platform in the grain farm and looked at the gradually sinking moon in the west. Her mind was filled with thousands of thoughts.

From the moment he remembered, his father had run this club. Since then, there were fewer and fewer people watching the show, and the people sitting below the stage were getting older and older.

When he was young, he loved it. He watched the show and ran around the stage to play around. He had also reached the age of about ten years old.

Later on, when they went to school, the people around them would wear MP3 to listen. No one in the group of students downloaded these plays and listened. Han Ruoling also liked the lively and fast-paced pop music with everyone. These things that dragged on for a long time could no longer be heard and gradually became things of a different world.

Every time he played his family's pop music to its maximum, or when he paid too much attention to a certain pop star, it was the time when father and son could not talk at the same time.

In his impression, his father was always busy between his home and the theater. Every time before he performed, it was also the time he was the most anxious and attentive.

Later, when Han Ruoling filled in her college entrance exam application form, Han Chu Ming actually stood on Han Ruoling's side without any dispute for the first time. He strongly supported her enrolling into the finance and economics university's marketing major.

However, after enrolling in university, Han Ruoling realized that compared to marketing, he preferred to study accounting and statistical majors. Although Han Chu Ming did not support his enrollment, he still thought of a way to get a double degree in accounting under his own efforts.

The year after graduation, Han Ruoling started interviewing and looking for a job like the others. At that time, Han Chu Ming had once asked him to return to his hometown to help run the theater. At that time, they had argued about this matter at the top of their lungs.

After that, Han Ruoling signed an employment agreement with the world's top 500 Asian Accountant Firm, which was favored by the students of the University of Finance. After graduation, she became one of the management and training students.

After learning of this, Han Chu Ming was furious. For the first time in his life, he did not pick up Han Ruoling's call for an entire day.

It must have been more than ten years since then. . .

For an entire night, Han Ru Ling tried to find some happy fragments between him and her father in the past ten years, but unfortunately, there was not a single one.

It was only now that he realized that from that moment on. . . The relationship between them had slowly become rigid in all kinds of contradictions.

The audience had shrunk, the performance had declined sharply, and the drama club was in debt. Han Chu Ming asked him for two to three hundred thousand yuan in cash to pay off the debt. Han Ru Ling's mother was in critical condition. When her mother passed away, he found out that her mother was not in the hospital because she did not have money. All the money was used by Han Chu Ming on the daily operations of the drama club. . .

He never understood why his father did that, nor did he ask why he did it.

Now, the key in front of him was like a series of passwords, as if it could explain the reason behind all these years of being sealed and rigid. It was lying quietly in the wooden box, waiting to see if Han Ruoling was willing to open it.