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He was already over a hundred years old, and Yu Chen was a student of his elective class in university. Coincidentally, he had a question for him today: Teacher Yu was not a gossiper, but from the look on Yu Chen\'s face when he saw Zhou Manzhu\'s surprised expression, he guessed that their relationship was not that simple.

Zhou Weiqing placed the paper on Teacher Yu\'s desk, and just as he was about to leave quietly, he was stopped by Yu Chen.

"Xiaochun, are you free?" Yu Chen stood up, adjusting his black suit along the way, a sincere smile on his face.

"Yes, there is." Zhou Man nodded. In the afternoon, Jin Beisheng worked overtime at JS International, and she was free to do whatever she wanted. Her friendship with Yu Chen was quite deep, it had been many years since they last met.

"How about coffee?" Wu Chen asked politely, with no intention of forcing the issue.

"Alright." Zhou Man agreed without even thinking. The man in front of her was as familiar as her older brother. This made her feel a sense of relief that she hadn\'t felt in a long time.

"Teacher Yu, we\'ll take our leave first then." The corners of Yu Chen\'s lips curled up into a faint smile as he spoke.

"Alright, go ahead. I\'ll read the paper." In reality, it was also them, the young people, creating an opportunity.

Zhou Manzhen did not think too much and followed Yu Chen for coffee.

The two of them left as soon as they said it. They found a quiet coffee shop.

"Senior, it\'s been so many years since I last saw you. Why are you in A University today?" Zhou Man picked up a spoon, stirred the coffee in his cup and said with a smile.

"I have a case on hand, so I might as well ask for guidance from Teacher Yu." After taking a sip of coffee, Yu Chen placed the cup down and said calmly.

"So that\'s how it is. What is senior doing now?" The police? " Zhou Man pouted as she asked, because she had changed her cell phone number. She hadn\'t been able to contact most of the people in the past.

"Do I look like a cop to you?" Yu Chen\'s pair of eyes, which were as beautiful as a sea of stars, turned softer as the corners of his lips curled up.

Zhou Manzhen shook her head and said, "No matter how you look at it, it doesn\'t look like it."

A smile of interest appeared on his handsome face. "What doesn\'t look like?"

"Hahaha ??" How can there be such a handsome police officer? " Zhou Manzhu did not avoid the suspicion and joked around.

"Little girl, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter." The bridge of his nose was as sharp as a knife, and the light from the crystal lamp above his head shone down, illuminating his entire being.

"However, you just said that you have a case on hand, so I can guess. It isn\'t an uncle police officer, but a judge?"

"Prosecutor." Weariness flashed across Yu Chen\'s eyes, but he continued to smile.

"It\'s pretty good, but didn\'t you get into the medical university at that time?" "How come you\'re going to be a prosecutor?" Zhou Manzhu remembered every single scene from the past very clearly.

Yu Chen\'s bright eyes suddenly dimmed, his expression becoming sluggish, but it was quickly replaced by a faint smile, "This is a long story. If I have the chance in the future, I will tell you. What is that little lass doing now?" Do you still play the zither? "

In truth, both Yu Chen and Zhao Tianyu were people who had recorded her past. She was once diligently practicing his zither, just so that he could one day enter the best music academy in A-City and become a pianist in the future.

However, the distance between reality and dreams was thousands of miles. No one wanted to compromise, but the vast majority of people chose to compromise.

Slowly, it ran counter to his dreams...

Zhou Manzhen shook her head. Her bright and beautiful face had a hint of loneliness in it. She bit her pink lips and spoke in a mournful tone, "I\'m not playing anymore."

"I saw the news. Is it true?" A tinge of sorrow could be seen on Yu Chen\'s handsome face. Back in the High School, that little girl, Lin Xingyan, had been the same as Zhou Manzhen, calling her senior whenever she saw him. She was very friendly.

Zhou Manzhen nodded. Her eyes drooped down and her fingers curled. She slowly clenched her fists and her lips trembled uneasily. "Four years ago, she left ??"

"Xiaochun, don\'t be too sad. Everyone\'s fate is already decided, no one can struggle against fate." A tinge of sorrow could be seen in the depths of Yu Chen\'s eyes, as if he was born carrying the curse of a bastard child. This was fate, and Yu Chen had no choice but to compromise.

"Senior, I know. It has already been four years and I have already come out from the sadness of the past. Where is teacher? How have you been? I remember she always had a headache. How was it in recent years? " Her long eyelashes silently fluttered twice as Zhou Manzhen changed the topic.

Gu Jue\'s fingers tightened around the coffee cup as if he wanted to crush the ceramic cup. His eyes flashed with hatred and a bloodthirsty look appeared in them.

Even to this day, Yu Chen still remembered the scene of his mother\'s death. It had drizzled down that day, as if the heavens had long known about the tragedy that had occurred and were crying for her.

Liu Anya jumped down from the top of the World Trade Center. Her death looked extremely tragic as she reached a height of 117 floors.

As the drizzle continued to fall, blood dyed Liu Anya\'s beige shirt red. When Yu Chen rushed to the scene, Liu Anya had already been sent to the funeral parlor.

This case caused quite a sensation back then, but it didn\'t involve the Yu Clan.

Liu Anya was a strong, independent, and independent woman. She had raised Yu Chen by herself for many years and had never had such an unimaginable idea. At that time, the prosecutor\'s answer was to exclude him from killing himself, deciding that Liu Anya committed suicide.

How could Yu Chen not believe that his mother would commit suicide when she was perfectly fine? He searched every nook and cra

y of the house, but found nothing. Only Liu Anya\'s cell phone was missing. Later on, Yu Chen went to the business hall to check Liu Anya\'s cell phone number.

The year that Liu Anya died, Yu Chen was already a sophomore. However, Yu Chen, who had made a small achievement in the medical academy, immediately changed his major and worked so hard to become a prosecutor, all for the sake of turning Liu Anya\'s case into one of those years ago.

However, so many years had passed, and it was really difficult to reverse the case. There was no evidence at all, and even the phone number had been deleted.