The Taming of the Ruffian Hero

Chapter 173: 173 (I am your husband!) Acknowledge your adoptive mother Zhao Yuan for her funeral

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Zheng Kai's response was that he himself had been arrested.

It turned out that Zheng Kai tried every means to get close to the Lin family but was unable to do so. In anger, he rushed forward and beat several bodyguards. Only when he reached the door was he swarmed and subdued, and then thrown into prison. Fortunately, Zheng Kai's Kifu University student ID card helped, and the bodyguards did not make things very difficult for him. They only asked the local police station to lock him up for two or three days, and they did not confiscate his mobile phone.

"It suits your style..." Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly. At that time, he had already made a lot of money by selling himself. On the night when the "finance owner" was so lingering and hoped to marry him, he disappeared without a trace. He is now on his way back to Yangzi County.

Zhao Yuan drove straight down to Yangzi County and rushed towards Lin Wenxi's house.

At a roadside stall, he accidentally glanced at Lin Ziwei's portrait in a newspaper. The newspaper was in black and white. Zhao Yuan stopped and saw large fonts on the first page: "The deputy secretary died during inspection, and his biological son did not return from the funeral."

No return, no return

Zhao Yuan wished he could run and fly.

Lin Wenxi's family.

There were no bodyguards as Zheng Kai mentioned, just an empty courtyard. The evening sun hung on the horizon. The breeze gently blew through the prematurely withered peach tree leaves on the ground, mixed with firecracker debris and the ashes of burned paper money. Like a strange road in the underworld, it is desolate and desolate.

The door was locked but the window was not closed. Looking in from the window through the anti-theft net, several stools were scattered on the ground, and there was a broken belt on the ground. The calendar on the desktop that Huang Xiya flipped through every day stopped on the day when Lin Wenxi happened to return home. Where did Wenxi go? Zhao Yuan kept shaking the security window and shouting loudly inside. The only response was the silent emptiness and loneliness of the room.

What was he doing during these three days when he couldn't be contacted? As the only son in the family, how much did he have to face

Zhao Yuan knelt down and looked up at the sky. The sun had set and the sky was filled with red clouds. By accident, the world in front of him became blurry.

How do you not know that I just want to stand in front of you in all dangers? How do you not know that Uncle Lin passed away and if you are in danger, his unfortunate death must be related to my father's case. Wenxi, whether you are willing or not, you cannot deprive me of my rights. Didn't you already say that we are husband and wife? We love each other without doubting who I am. I am your husband.

"I'm here to pay homage to the Forest Bureau. Many people came... His funeral is in the countryside." An old man said tremblingly on crutches.

"Wenxi, is his son back?" Zhao Yuan wiped away his tears and asked eagerly.

The old man shook his head: "Forget about that scoundrel, he seems to have run away from home. He seemed to have had a fight with the Forest Bureau before, and now, everyone should know the news about the Forest Bureau. That scoundrel...has never replied."

Zhao Yuan nodded his thanks, ran out, stopped the car, and headed towards the countryside.

The township government compound has not yet been demolished. It is the starting point for Lin Ziwei's official career. At this moment, it is also the final stop of his life.

The main entrance is decorated with white flowers and black curtains, and a photo of Lin Ziwei hangs above, looking confident and peaceful. The elegiac couplets on both sides read: "I have worked hard throughout my life to observe the sufferings of the people, and have contributed to the people's well-being through a hundred generations of achievements." He criticized "the greatness of a child".

At this point, Zhao Yuan believed that the last time he heard Lin Ziwei's education was the first time they met, and it was actually the last time they met. That strong man with a smile on his face and slight wrinkles on his face was responsible for the livelihood of the people on the outside and training on the inside. A good wife and good son, but at the age of forty-eight, the most glorious and peak age of her life, she passed away. Zhao Yuan suddenly thought of his father, of his fathers who had worked hard for their children all their lives, but could not enjoy the peace and tranquility in their old age. God was so unfair to them and tears could not stop flowing from their eyes. He wondered what Auntie Auntie and Wenxi's situation was like.

Lin Wenxi was about to go in, but was stopped by the guard. He mourned silently, tears streaming down his face, and looked at the guard speechless. Although the guard enforced the law impartially, he knew better that tears were heartfelt condolences, so he let Zhao Yuan in without further questioning.

There were farewell songs all around, the grass and trees inside were mournful, and the clouds were stagnant in the sky. Zhao Yuan soon saw Huang Xiya kneeling in front of the coffin, with a white scarf on her head, her whole body plain, her eye sockets sunken deeply, and she was extremely thin. human form.

When Huang Xiya saw Zhao Yuan, although she was still angry in her heart, she still stood up slightly to greet him. Then someone handed him three sticks of incense and asked what he should do.

Zhao Yuan replied, kneeling down three times and kowtowing nine times.

The person doing the ceremony said that Mr. Lin only had one son and no one else was allowed to perform such a grand ceremony.

Zhao Yuan raised his head and replied: "Uncle Lin is an honest official. As one of the many people who have benefited from this, I am one of his many children. Everyone is equal. This gift must be given." The person who gave the gift saw that he was determined and spoke very seriously. Reasonably, I asked Huang Xiya probingly. Huang Xiya nodded slightly: "He is the adopted son of my husband and me.

It’s okay to follow the etiquette of the elders. The person doing the ceremony smiled happily and said, "The gift from my son is finally here. Mr. Lin knows this, so he should be relieved." "After saying this and making a gesture, a thunderous salute sounded outside, nine times in a row. After the salute was completed, the person offering the salute changed the incense into nine pillars and handed it to Zhao Yuan.

"Wenxi...are you here? Xiya?" A middle-aged woman with a haggard face walked in from outside. When she saw that the person kneeling on the ground was not Wenxi, she was stunned, covered her face and cried bitterly.

Wenxi didn't come, so Zhao Yuan didn't dare to think otherwise. He took the incense, knelt down, kowtowed three times, stood up, knelt down, kowtowed three times, repeated three times, and knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times to pay homage to his son. As a gift, he was asked to kneel next to Huang Xiya. The middle-aged woman came over and knelt beside Huang Xiya: "If Wenxi doesn't come, you just give the gift like this. Aren't you afraid that Wenxi will be criticized for being unfilial?"

"Wen Xi will not come. He is no longer my son, nor Zi Wei's son. Now that his adopted son will salute on his behalf, Zi Wei will be doubly relieved." Huang Xiya said calmly, with a sad look on her face.

"Ah Aunt... Wenxi..." Zhao Yuan finally couldn't help but ask.

"Wen Xi hasn't taken care of his father since his death. He still had a lot of things to do afterwards... Ziwei just let go... The government wanted to cremate him, but some of our relatives wanted to be buried and preserved. Only the true body can be resurrected. This way, nothing is left behind. No man can make the decision. Whether the coffin stays for three days or seven days, no one can decide. This makes us women..." middle-aged As the woman spoke, she kept patting Huang Xiya's back and burst into tears.

"Biya, if you go and put out the lights, you're just paying attention to the mere courtesy." Huang Xiya said, just looking at the portrait of Lin Ziwei on the memorial table, speechless for a long time.

Zhao Yuan repeatedly asked about Lin Wenxi's news, but Huang Xiya just shook her head, expressing her ignorance. Zhao Yuan did not dare to ask too much. While carefully serving Huang Xiya, he searched Lin Wenxi's home for any traces of his possible return.

"Ziwei has been working on your father's matter and collected a lot of evidence. He is here to find the last key witness. As a wife, I believe in my husband's ability."

"Wen Xi has indeed changed a lot, she has become cheerful and mature, but the thoughts of you two... I also have a personal request. I hope you can find a way to change Wen Xi's thoughts. They say it is pathological. I I can't imagine that my son has such a disease. We are considering taking him to the hospital for examination when the time is right. But when you see him in the future, can you help take good care of him?"

Seeing Huang Xiya getting haggard, Zhao Yuan was worried. He took care of this grieving woman like his own son, being respectful and filial, and he did not dare to mention Lin Wenxi's affairs casually.

Since I have asked for the courtesy of a son, I naturally have to shoulder the responsibilities of a son. Because someone is in charge, everything goes very smoothly. The coffin will lie there for three days and will be cremated and placed in the county cemetery three days later. Because of Lin Ziwei's special status and outstanding political achievements, the government wanted to help him arrange a secluded and separate cemetery. Relatives and friends thought it was a dream, so they asked Huang Xiya, but Huang Xiya just looked at Zhao Yuan without answering. Zhao Yuan believed that Lin Ziwei had always been a family of officials and people, so he was willing to put him in an ordinary cemetery as one of them, so that he could sleep with his people.

On the first seven days and seven nights, Huang Xiya stayed up all night no matter who tried to dissuade her. Zhao Yuan served tea and water and guarded him throughout the whole process. All relatives and friends regarded him as their closest relative, even the cousin of Lin Wenxi, who he had never met before. My cousin also opened her mouth to call Zhao Yuan Brother Yuan.

However, at the end of the first seven days, Huang Xiya disappeared from this small town, leaving without a trace.

"Ziwei's last words were only two regarding Wenxi. First, I hope Wenxi can marry Hongxuan's daughter, Hongyan, in the future. Secondly, I hope Wenxi can live a good life. Since I have accepted you as my righteous Son, you are Wen Xi’s step-brother. If there is any improper involvement between the two of you, I would like to think about my dead husband. I would like to think about your relationship. I have taken my husband with me and will not come back again. Here. You are a good child. You and Wen Xi have grown up. You must walk the road well. Thank you for taking good care of your child during this time. Auntie will sincerely bless you no matter where you go. "Huang Xiya The last message left for Zhao Yuan was that the phone could no longer be reached.

Lin Ziwei's ashes have been placed in the cemetery. What Huang Xiya said about taking them with her was actually sewing a small half of his ashes into her purse. There were so many questions that Zhao Yuan wanted to ask, but it was a pity that she never left a single word.

Zhao Yuan sat blankly in the lotus pond in the countryside, where Lin Wenxi's laughter and laughter once sounded, and his touching smile in the torch. Looking back now, the grass is luxuriant, the summer night is thick, and he doesn't know where he is.

Under the dizzying sunlight, Zhao Yuan walked through the lotus pond. The lotus leaves were luxuriant, the sky was green, the lotus flowers were shadowy, and a water bird stood alone in the lotus pond. Zhao Yuan walked through the township government compound. The poplar tree was as tall as a canopy, and there was a warm and cool atmosphere under the luxuriant branches. Faintly, he heard a few children playing there, just like before.

At this moment, in the high-end ward of the county hospital, in the intensive care unit, Lin Wenxi woke up leisurely.