She hesitated and asked him: "Do you know Du Feng's true identity a long time ago?"
He nodded: "I have known since he appeared next to your friend."
"Zhou Wenchuan..." She wanted to ask, what he wanted to do.
He knew it, and simply told her: "Before the formal accusation, I will arrange a place for him, but I can't leave there again, otherwise no one can keep him. In this way, it will be the best result for him and everyone."
The two of them walked along the stairs to the second floor.
This level is mostly the elders, he and she paused, and stopped talking softly, and greeted the elders one by one. These elders had also met in a hurry when she first came to the old house, but it was completely different now and then.
The bottom is really lively, but the third floor seems quiet.
In the open space, apart from the girls serving tea and water, there were only a handful of people, all of whom were Zhou Shengchen's peers.
Even for such a major event, Uncle Zhou Shengchen did not show up.
The Zhou family was quietly handing over all the family business, and the speed at which the predecessor retired was unexpectedly fast.
Shi Yi didn’t know how Zhou Shengchen took over Zhou’s family from his uncle who had been in power for many years... But she thought, since he could be born under Zhou Sheng’s surname, he did not suffer any "accidental death" by the age of 30. It is enough to show that he is a qualified heir.
Grandma sat behind the bead curtain early, took a seat, and waited for the show.
Next to the old man were Zhou Shengchen's mother and Tong Jiaren. The two accompanied the old man with a low laugh and talk some gossip. With such a pleasant atmosphere, it is completely invisible that Jiaren Tong and Zhou Wenchuan have nothing to do with each other.
Looking at this scene alone, Jiaren Tong is more like the most virtuous and sensible grandson and daughter-in-law, and she is loved by the old lady.
When they arrived, several girls who were serving tea all called for the young master.
When the old man heard it, he naturally turned around and waved to Shiyi from behind the bead curtain: "Time is right, come."
Zhou Shengchen smiled and motioned for her to pass.
Shi Yi hurriedly walked through the curtain and squatted down in front of the old man.
"Sit here," Tong Jiaren said in a low voice, holding her swollen abdomen, "The air here is not so good, I want to walk outside the building." She said, standing up with a smile.
Although she didn't say anything, everyone knew that if we were to say goodbye today, Tong Jiaren had nothing to do with Zhou's family.
Shi Yi was behind the bead curtain, only to see Jiaren Tong let a little girl hold her and pass by Zhou Wenchuan at the end. The two of them didn't even meet their eyes...
The people behind the bead curtain, every move, every move, and every smile, seemed like a pre-arranged play. Harmony and warmth, as if there has never been intrigue, life and death; as Wen Xing was really just going abroad for recuperation, too late to come to celebrate his birthday; as Tong Jiaren is still in harmony with Zhou Wenchuan and his wife...
The only special thing is that Zhou Wenchuan was surrounded by two people, who seemed to be just the followers of the Second Young Master, who obviously wanted to restrict his freedom of movement. In order to prevent grandmother from noticing something, Zhou Wenchuan should show up. Perhaps this is the last time he showed up because of need.
Shi Yi was slightly lost, watching Zhou Shengchen sitting in front of Xiaoren.
He leisurely twisted a white child, sandwiched between his fingers, Xiaoren whispered to the eldest brother, he smiled.
"Sit down, it's time."
Grandma gently shook her hand and drew her attention back.
She shook her head: "No, grandma, that's fine." She squatted so half, just suitable for talking to the old man, and the old man smiled slightly: "You and Wenxing talk to me as an old man. You always like to squat in front of me." As she said, she patted her knee gently, "When she was a child, she still liked lying here..."
Shiyi also smiled, humming.
The downstairs gradually calmed down and the play began.
Shi Yi didn't understand him well, but found it fresh, only that the accompaniment of this drama was fresh and sweet, and the singing was tactful. Grandma was very interested, and when she heard the beauty, she inevitably complimented her, how good is her clear music skills.
She answered, and looked at Zhou Shengchen behind the curtain from time to time.
From time to time, he smiles and reminds Xiaoren.
This feels a bit familiar.
It's like he used to spoil Wen Xing.
After the end of the scene, grandma praised again and again.
She breathed out gently and found that her leg was a little numb.
"Look at you, always look outside," the grandmother smiled and whispered, "It's really hard for you to watch the whole scene with my old lady. Let's go out and breathe." The old man patted her hand gently. His gaze fell on the eighteenth-child rosary, and after a little trance, he sighed slightly: "Zhou Family Zhengtong, you are the veritable elder-in-law daughter-in-law. Fortunately... Fortunately..."
Grandma seemed to be immersed in her own world.
What she said was something she didn't understand.
She heard vaguely, and wanted to think deeply, Zhou Shengchen's mother had already held her hand: "The time is right, grandma is going to rest."
The voice was faint, even a little cold.
She nodded: "Okay."
She stood up, because her legs were a little numb, she stopped behind the bead curtain and paused for a few seconds.
"Mother," Zhou Wenchuan walked outside the bead curtain and whispered, "I want to say a few words with grandma."
Zhou Shengchen's mother didn't seem to be aware of anything, so she answered lightly.
There is not much space here, and it is used for watching theaters.
Only four wooden chairs were allowed, and the second young master opened the bead curtain and came in. The two people who followed naturally had nowhere to go. They waited outside the bead curtain, really inseparable...
She wanted to avoid Zhou Wenchuan and got up to lift the bead curtain.
At this moment, he was grasped by his wrist.
Zhou Shengchen stood up abruptly, but could not stop.
He could see, a shining knife hit the back of Shiyi's heart.
Zhou Wenchuan was unloaded a long time ago. How did you get this knife? He has no time to think about it.
Zhou Wenchuan laughed in a low voice, as if whispering: "Sister-in-law."
It's time to froze.