The underground secret room of Guoxue Pangfu.
The mother-in-law Gu in the glass vase was already immersed in a pool of blood and was motionless.
She finally took this step.
Su Li stared in trance. Knowing Zhu Yan's life so easily in this life made her feel extremely unreal. Maybe the day she lets Su Zipei go to hell again, she won't feel any better.
Even though she knew there was no answer, she couldn't help but think about it and feel confused. When she completes all her revenge and helps Ling Li accomplish great things, where is her return...
A few days later, it was New Year's Eve.
Light snow is falling in the sky, and every house is decorated with lights and colorful decorations. They are busy having a reunion dinner and looking at the sky full of daylight, they are filled with joy.
The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and life in the coming year will surely be much easier.
This day was also a day for ancestor worship. Dongfang Rui changed into solemn clothes early in the morning and entered the palace to participate in the Dongfang family's sacrificial ceremony. Su Li went to the Osmanthus Forest Villa in Wu Bin.
After repelling everyone, Su Li knelt alone in front of the tombstone, adding the yellow paper in his hand to the fire, and the sky was filled with fly ash and white snow falling down.
"Mom, before I know it, I have been back for the third year."
Su Li smiled faintly, and there was warmth in her eyes, as if the person in front of her was not a tombstone, but a living person.
"The child in this life is much better than in the previous life. Being able to come to your grave to talk to you does not hurt daddy. The only thing that worries me is Ling Li."
"Haier never thought that one day, he would take the initiative to pursue Haier. He also never thought that after Haier rejected her cruelly again and again, he just smiled and continued to work hard, never giving up."
"My child, I no longer want to see his increasingly disappointed face..."
"Mom, what should I do?"
"If you know anything, please give the child some hints."
Su Li took a deep breath, took out a copper coin from her purse, held it in her hand, and said in a low voice: "If the literal meaning is up, then mother is asking the child to let go of everything and let nature take its course. If the literal meaning is down, then let My kid... continue to be stubborn."
Ding! !
The copper coins flew into the air. Su Li looked up and saw the wind carrying fine snow. The copper coins were also blown down and fell off the cliff.
Su Li narrowed her eyes slightly, stamped her feet on the ground, flew into a fallen leaf, and followed the falling leaves.
Enter the cliff.
In the sweet-scented osmanthus forest full of dead branches, you can see the desolation.
Su Li walked quietly in the forest, stepping on the dead branches and rotten leaves, making a crunching sound to show her sincerity. She did not use her spiritual sense to locate the copper coins, but only used her eyes to find them. However, with her innate and exquisite eyesight, she quickly found the copper coins that fell on the thick branches even without using spiritual awareness.
That is…
Su Li flew to take off the copper coin and opened it with her palm.
"Big! Letter! Tong! Treasure!"
Literally up!
Su Li's tense face suddenly relaxed, as if he had won a battle with a powerful enemy. He breathed a long sigh of relief, no longer struggling between right and wrong.
"Thank you, mother."
In the Ling family ancestral temple, the ancient Taijun holds burning incense and stands in front of the spiritual tablet.
Behind him, Qiu Meng, Ling Ping, Ling Li, and Ling Qinglan were all in the room. They came forward to kneel down one after another. Even Ling Li was helped by Ling Qinglan to kneel down from his wheelchair, kneeling three times and nine times.
After the ceremony was completed, Gu Taijun inserted the burning incense into the incense burner and sighed with loneliness, "Meng'er, go down with them and leave me alone for a while."
"Yes, mother."
Qiu Meng put away the faint sadness in his eyes and led everyone away from the ancestral temple.
Every New Year's Eve is not a happy event for the Ling family, but only the sadness of paying homage to their loved ones. Gu Taijun personally sent away her husband, son, and grandson, and no one knew how she felt in her heart.
The snow stopped, and the yard was covered with white. The white flowers falling on the branches seemed to be in full bloom, which was really beautiful.
Ling Ping pushed Ling Li's wheelchair and walked in the courtyard. At this moment, there was a bit of pain and longing in his eyes that had experienced iron blood. He tried to speak in a calm tone: "Brother Li, do you still remember your elder brother?"
Ling Li was slightly startled, and a handsome yet generous young man's smiling face flashed before his eyes. He nodded lightly and grinned, "Of course I remember. Second brother, even though I was young at the time, I have a very good memory."
That year, the eldest brother was seventeen years old, the second brother was twelve years old, and he was only eight years old. The elder brother's age will always be fixed.
That year, he met the old guy from the Hidden Demon Sect, took over the Hidden Demon Sect, and protected his second brother from being harmed by traitors ever since.
"Eight years have passed. Time flies so fast."
Ling Ping grabbed the snow on the side of the road and rolled it into a ball. He was smiling, but his voice was dry.
incredible. Every year when we worship our ancestors, we are secretly brought here to have a snowball fight. Being discovered by my father, I couldn't avoid a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots, but my eldest brother refused to change his ways despite repeated admonitions, so we followed him every time and never tired of it... "
Ling Li was silent. He came with memories. Every time he was dragged by his elder brother to have a snowball fight, he felt disdainful in his heart. But he never expected that the memories at that time would become beautiful things that can only be recalled now.
"Brother Li, second brother... are incompetent!"
Ling Ping suddenly knelt down and burst into tears.
Everyone in the Ling family knew that there was something behind this, but no one dared to dig deeper. He tried to follow the clues several times and encountered several life-and-death crises. Every time, he was saved by the forces secretly protecting him. , and warned him that he was not strong enough and should not act rashly.
He is still too weak!
"Second brother..."
Ling Li had a complicated look on his face, stretched out his hand and gently hugged the general who was crying like a child, and said warmly, "Second brother, compared to me, you are already very powerful. You can support the Ling family by yourself. If it weren't for you, , the Ling family has long ceased to exist."
Light snow fell in the sky again, and the scene became quiet.
Qiu Meng, who was hiding outside the courtyard gate, covered her face, her nose was sore, but she did not shed tears. She was the mistress of the Ling family, and she was stronger than anyone else.
At the reunion table, there was laughter and laughter, and it seemed that the sadness was no longer there.
After dinner, Ling Qinglan said she would stay one night. After going back to the yard and walking around, she left Ling Mansion with a basket of paper money.
"Master, do you want to follow?"
Ling Mo immediately came to report. Ling Li shook his head slightly, took a sip of fire wine, and said with a drunken expression, "No, I know who he is looking for."
The night is dark, and every household has fallen asleep at this moment, but there is still a ray of light on the desolate graveyard.
In front of a tombstone made of marble, a table of sumptuous wine and food was laid out. At this moment, the wine was cold and the food was cold, but no one left.
Chen Gong leaned against the tombstone and stroked his face as if stroking his lover's cheek.
He spent the reunion night like this every year.
"Jun'er, hurry up. Just wait for me for a moment, and I'll come down to find you right away."
A low male voice murmured into Ling Qinglan's ears. The latter shook his head slightly, walked to the tombstone, and added a handful of paper money to the extinguishing fire.
"Let's talk about what happened fourteen years ago."