Zheng Ziheng's funeral was very simple. Not long after his ashes were returned, they were placed in a cemetery in another county where he spent twelve years with his wife and children.
Because Zheng Kai insisted on not letting anyone go to pay homage, Zhao Yuan, Lin Wenxi, Gu Xi, and Wang Xiang inquired for a long time before they came to the cemetery together.
"Twelve years, I miss you every inch, I hope the candle will turn to ashes, your tears will dry up, just leave with a smile." Lin Wenxi said, and asked Zhao Yuan: "Uncle Zheng really left with a smile. "?" Zhao Yuan nodded, with such a smile, he felt relieved, and would rather die without regrets. Thinking of it many times, all kinds of feelings came to his heart.
"Don't you blame Brother Kai's mother?" Lin Wenxi asked.
"No wonder, he is also a pitiful person." Zhao Yuan said.
"If she didn't love too deeply, how could she be so full of blame? She should have known Uncle Zheng's identity a long time ago, but she has been lingering in the marriage. Is it because she is unfortunate, too crazy, or because she hates it? Why did Uncle Zheng die? She couldn't let him go, but she even wanted to bury him here instead of letting him return to his hometown." Lin Wenxi asked.
"Uncle Zheng definitely didn't hide it from her on purpose. Maybe he found out everything and couldn't help himself." Zhao Yuan said.
"If you knew it earlier, you would have less regrets."
"Sorry or not, you will know after you look after Gu Xi. I only know that if I found out earlier, I might not have harmed another woman, but Zheng Kai would be missing from the world. If Akai's life is exchanged for kindness, Aunt Yun didn't know Uncle Zheng twenty-one years ago. It's hard for us to tell whether she is willing to have a cycle of cause and effect, everything is interconnected, blessings and misfortunes, but with a glass of wine, I hope Uncle Zheng rests in peace. "Wang Xiang suddenly seemed to see through the world and said something that shocked Lin Wenxi.
"I just wish Brother Kai everything is well." Gu Xi said, pouring a glass of wine into the ground.
"If there is an afterlife, I hope you will be born as a girl and fall in love with a serious man. At that time, he is not married and you are not married. He plays the flute for you and you hold the torch for him." Lin Wenxi prayed silently and looked at He glanced at Wang Xiang and wondered whether Wang Xiang would cherish Zhang Anan in the future. Thinking of the men in the world looking for flowers and willows and the persistence written by Zheng Ziheng with his life, his tears gradually flowed down. He leaned down and spoke with The handkerchief gently held a handful of dirt and dust.
"Wenxi, what's wrong?" Zhao Yuan asked with concern.
"It's nothing." Lin Wenxi held back tears. It wasn't until the moonlit night that night that Lin Wenxi leaned against the window quietly and shed all the tears he had held back during the day.
"The bright moon was there at that time, and it returned with colorful clouds." Lin Wenxi only remembered this sentence in and out of dreams.
Zhao Yuan's father was lying quietly at the foot of a mountain in his hometown, where the morning sun shone on the river in front of the mountain, sparkling, and the sunset reflected on the water, making him drunk like the heart of a first lover.
When Lin Wenxi heard about the funeral and rushed to the countryside, he saw a man and a woman standing in front of the lonely tomb where the glow was flowing.
"You're here." Zhao Yuan had a smile on his face.
"He met my mother here." Zhao Yuan murmured. The red lantern at the door was burning brightly at the moment. The tongue of fire seemed to be whimpering and smiling. It was better than all the rocks in the world and outlasted all the vicissitudes of life. .
Lin Wenxi silently spread a handful of pure land in his hand carefully.
"You don't mind." Lin Wenxi asked.
"I don't mind." Zhao Yuan said.
"I'm asking Uncle Zhao if he doesn't mind. If he doesn't mind, let the wind blow harder and blow away all the dust on your future road, leaving only a avenue for ordinary conversation."
Lin Wenxi just finished speaking. I don't know whether General Zhao Ming really knows what is going on under the spring or whether
God couldn't bear it, and the wind suddenly started to blow. The reeds by the river danced gently with the wind, and slowly floated towards the long blue sky.
"Wen Xi, in front of my father's grave, I already promised him... If so, I would also promise your mother." Zhao Yuan said suddenly.
Lin Wenxi pursed her lips slightly: "You and I, what are you talking about? It's your turn to fulfill Uncle Zhao's last wish before he died."
Chen Wanxin silently put down another chrysanthemum. Inadvertently, tears fell from her eyes as she remembered what happened when she returned home years ago.
As soon as Chen Wanxin heard that Zhao Ming was about to die, she asked for some details. When she heard that the final suspect was Zhang Dong, she was immediately stunned.
Others may not know Zhang Dong's true identity, but Chen Wanxin doesn't understand either. To join the Moshi, you must receive a certificate of surrender. This certificate of surrender must be something that is enough for people to control. For example, robbery, such as cutting off an enemy's arm, or even more serious, asking him to do it on his behalf. Know someone's life. Although her father, Chen Tianjiao, and her mother, Deng Yifei, had never mentioned to her the involvement of their family and Mo Shi, and they had never let her have any contact with the reality of Mo Shi, Mo Shi, whom her parents called a distant relative, asked them to take care of her on their behalf. Qian, as early as high school, made himself aware of everything.
Chen Wanxin wanted to go home and learn the truth.
She heard with her own ears that her second uncle and her father were discussing how to prepare for Lin Ziwei's next counterattack since General Zhao Ming was dead.
Only then did she realize that she had been so ignorant since she was a child. If she had listened carefully to what her father was discussing for a while, she might have been able to stop many things and perhaps avoid them.
However, it was useless to say anything. Feeling regretful, angry and sad, she rushed into Chen Tianjiao's room and had a big quarrel with him, and was locked in the room by Chen Tianjiao for several days.
She thought of Zhao Yuan's father, whom she had spent day and night with, and whom she had truly cared about, and she felt so regretful that she couldn't help herself.
In those days, Chen Wanxin seemed to be dreaming with her eyes open for countless nights. She dreamed of Zhao Yuan's slumped appearance, and suddenly she seemed to see Zhao Yuan burying his head in Lin Wenxi's arms, crying constantly, but this embrace... It's what I want most. Every time she thought of this, she couldn't help crying.
Chen Tianjiao didn't let her have any contact with anyone who had anything to do with that incident, so Chen Wanxin couldn't see Mo Qian or Luo Yang, let alone find Zhang Dong to find out all the reasons.
"Mom, this is a serious crime of decapitation. Did you know this beforehand or did you actually participate?" Chen Wanxin struggled to look at her mother Deng Yifei as she faced her constant consolation.
"Your father did all this for our family. What's more, General Zhao Ming has already committed murder. Even if he is saved, he will still be sentenced to death in the future. He will be released on medical parole." Deng Yifei tried hard to persuade, Naturally, it was impossible for her to tell her daughter why Zhao Ming killed someone and why he was attacked and seriously injured in prison.
With Deng Yifei's constant persuasion, Chen Wanxin gradually became more settled at home. It wasn't until the new year and school started that her parents agreed to come over. They just told her: "Don't interfere with family affairs anymore."
Things are unpredictable. Zheng Ziheng followed Zhao's father. Before he died, he announced Zhao's father's last words, confirming everything between himself and Zhao Yuan.
"From now on, I will use my own life to protect A Yuan's safety until my death. Uncle Zhao, thank you for your trust in me. I'm sorry." Chen Wanxin muttered silently, stood up, and looked at Lin Wenxi. She was struggling with this. The opponent who had been unable to defeat him for more than a year was not at all depressed at this moment.
Lin Wenxi knew that Zhao Mingjiang and Zheng Ziheng were still protecting him at the last moment, but this was not what he wanted.
Married to Chen Wanxin. . . If you admit a thief, you will be your father. . . Wait until I find the evidence