"Then I should leave, too, Principal? The tea is delicious, thank you for your hospitality." Seeing that Chu Zihang had left, Shen Zifan was also ready to get up and say goodbye.

"Shen Zifan, wait a moment, I have something to talk to you alone." Anger suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Shen Zifan turned around and looked at the principal sitting in the sun. The other party looked like a kind old man next door basking in the sun at this moment, and wanted to leave his favorite junior to talk about homely.

"Do you want to know about your parents?" Anger blew away the water vapor from the teacup, staring at Shen Zifan with his old eyes.

"My...parents..." Shen Zifan repeated Anger's words dumbly, and he couldn't remember for a moment how long it had been since the word "parents" appeared in his mouth.

Five years or ten years?

"Principal, do you... know my parents?" Shen Zifan reacted and asked Anger quickly, his voice trembling slightly uncontrollably.

He never mentions it on his own initiative, which does not mean he doesn't care. Some things are only suitable for burial in the deepest part of his memory. For example, Shen Zifan's parents have been alone for twelve years and have long been used to this, so he has long learned not to think about these things deliberately.

But not thinking does not mean forgetting. Just like when Shen Zifan met Chu Zihang on the first day, he saw the grief and obsession in the pupils of the boy who was similar to him. He tacitly accompanied the boy to remain silent.

"To be precise, I don't know them, I just know some of their basic situations. The intelligence collection work of Kassel Academy is not bad," said Angers.

"Can you tell me about them?" Shen Zifan asked.

"Your father is Shen Wenxuan, a skilled building repairman. When you were two years old, he received an invitation from Cassel College to repair the Chinese-style buildings in the college. After completing the invitation from the college, he also went to a hotel in Chicago to complete the construction renovation work. In the same year, the flight from Chicago to China that your father took had an accident, and none of the more than 200 passengers on the flight were spared." Anger said slowly in the tea fog.

Shen Zifan lowered his head, nodded gently, and then asked softly: "Where is my mother?"

"Your mother is Chen Yu. The college has collected not much information about her. I only know that she and your father have not held a wedding. They are also separated after giving birth to you. There are only two simple photos here." Anger took out a few black and white photos from the inner pocket of the suit and handed them to Shen Zifan.

Shen Zifan slowly took the photo and browsed it intently, and he seemed a little silent.

The black and white photos seem to have been a long time ago. At that time, the photography technology was not developed. In the first photo, you can only see a woman with a good temperament and a tall man holding a baby together. They are both smiling, but the woman's smile looks blurry.

The second photo shows a man and a woman standing hand in hand at the door of a building. The building has three floors, with vague words on the door panel but the content cannot be seen clearly. Behind the building is a dense dark forest, and the woman's appearance is still blurred.

"As far as I know, your father is not a mixed race, and he is only born in a very ordinary working family, so your bloodline should come from your mother, but the woman named Chen Yu has no record in the college's archives..."

Angers paused and added: "Nothing is recorded in all the archives that the college can read."

In fact, this is a very terrifying thing. With the ability of Kassel Academy, if you want to thoroughly investigate a person, Norma's powerful computing power and storage authority can even count how many trigeminal nerves the other party have.

But the people who do not exist in the Norma database are probably divided into two categories: ordinary people who have no connection with the mixed-race world; people with special identities that are hidden or erased information.

It is impossible for anyone to believe that Shen Zifan, who has such pure bloodlines, could have been born with an ordinary person with such pure bloodline.

But it seems even more fantastic to rewritten Norma's program under Angers' nose to erase a person's identity information.

"I understand, thank you, principal." Shen Zifan sorted out the photos and returned them to Angers.

"You don't seem very sad. At least apart from the little emotional fluctuations at the beginning, you are much calmer than I thought." Anger said to Shen Zifan, who had no expression on his face.

"No, actually, I kept digging out of the orphanage to look for my parents when I was a child, but I knew nothing. Until later, a little boy in the yard learned about his parents' death. I felt a little palpitations when he saw him as a collapse. At that time, I became very afraid of hearing news about my parents. I avoid reading newspapers and news. When I met people I knew, I would take a detour. I was looking forward to one day my parents would pick me out of the orphanage and move into a warm big house."

"Sometimes people can live well with a thought. If even the only thoughts are gone, then this person is no different from a walking corpse." Shen Zifan said lightly.

"What happened later?" Angers asked.

"Later, I came here alone. Although I didn't expect anything, I still had to live. I learned to cook, wash clothes, and learn all the skills of life. After that, I escaped from that small orphanage, and my thoughts of hoping for my parents became increasingly weak. Sometimes I felt that being alone was bad, and sometimes I felt that there was nothing wrong with being alone." Shen Zifan narrated in an understatement.

"Would you like to live with your parents if you were given a choice?" Angers asked again.

"Think, why don't you? But what's the use of just thinking? Just like a child from a poor family wants to be a good child, and a child whose parents divorce wants a harmonious family, these are things that he cannot grasp, so he only stays at the level of thinking." Shen Zifan said.

"I heard from Goodrian, you have a lot of cat friends?" Angers moved to a more relaxed topic.

"Well, the cats in the alleys near my house are all my good friends." Shen Zifan nodded.

"Why don't you make friends with humans?" Angers asked.

"Because the kitten can't understand human words." Shen Zifan said with a grin.

"What does it mean?" Even Anger, who was knowledgeable enough, did not react to Shen Zifan's words for a while.

"People can understand human words, but human sorrows and joys are not the same. Kittens cannot understand human words, but they can feel human emotions. They are simple and pure. If you treat them well, they will be nice to you. If you feel sad, they will be lying on your lap to accompany you."

Anger looked at the smiling boy, and he thought of a word for no reason.
Chapter completed!