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Because the London police contacted Nanjiang police, Seven and Allen were just late. Almost on the plane, Seven began to rescue Zhao Jian.

Zhao Cheng was shot dead on the spot, and Ji Shaoguang was rescued by Lu Tingchen. Everything was the best result, except... Zhao Jian's life and death are uncertain.

Ji Rufeng was taken back to Nanjiang. After being unconscious for half a day, he suddenly woke up, holding the quilt without eating or drinking. His clothes were still stained with Zhao Jian's blood. He seemed to have lost half of his soul and seven spirits. He was dumbfounded and could not even drink and get drunk.

Lu Tingchen stood aside with Ji Shaoguang, and the two looked at each other, and no one knew what to say.

With the friendship between Ji Shaoguang and Zhao Jian, they would rather live by themselves. At that time, Zhao Cheng tied Zhao Jian up and locked him in the wooden house. Although the choice was difficult at that time, they all knew that Ji Rufeng was the only one who was suffering, but what they never expected was that Zhao Cheng actually had a gun.

With eyes facing each other, the two of them didn't say anything in the end. Lu Tingchen took the brother and sister directly to Edinburgh.

When the plane landed, Edinburgh was snowing, and the sky and the ground were covered with whiteness. The cold wind blew, making people tremble.

Stepping on the vast snow, Ji Rufeng looked at the same vast gate of Yu's family. The most direct collision between white and black, and sadness hit the heart. Ji Shaoguang almost slipped down when his knees were weak. Lu Tingchen hurriedly supported her.

Ji Rufeng raised his head and looked at the solemn Yu family gate. He hung a black cloth, looking desolate. He stood there for a long time until his legs seemed to be frozen into popsicles, and then he stepped forward stiffly.

When he walked to the door, he was stopped. The housekeeper was dressed in a solemn black suit and politely refused Ji Rufeng and others' visit.

Ji Shaoguang said all his good words before he was allowed to greet him in the mourning hall.

The Yu family is black everywhere. Mr. Yu once gave birth to a black-haired man. After twenty years, he did not expect to experience such twists and turns again.

There was no one in the mourning hall, only a few servants in the mourning hall. In front of the photo, Zhao Xu, who was wearing mourning clothes, was kneeling in front of the photo, and Zhao Jian, the younger brother who once loved the most.

The three of them came forward silently to greet each other, Zhao Xu bowed silently to return the greeting, and then the three of them were taken out by the butler.

In the vast white snow, I don’t know if God is also sad for Zhao Jian.

Ji Rufeng walked to the door blankly and turned around and asked, "My grandfather..."

"The old man is sick because of his illness. Now he is lying in bed. I have asked someone to ask for instructions before. Mr. Yu... doesn't want to see you."

His shoulders trembled slightly, like a thorn in his throat. Ji Rufeng opened his mouth and tried hard to say something, but he still couldn't say it in the end. In the end, he could only bow deeply and leave with Lu Tingchen and Ji Shaoguang.

The car door opened, and Lu Tingchen helped Ji Shaoguang get on the car, but Ji Rufeng fell straight and fell directly on the open car door.

The driver and Lu Tingchen rushed to get him into the car, and Ji Rufeng had already fainted.

Ji Rufeng was sick for many days and was drowsy all day long. He either called Zhao Jian's name or said that I was wrong. He had been sleeping for more than half a month, but in the end he was taken back to Nanjiang for treatment by Lu Tingchen and Ji Shaoguang.

On the third day after returning to Nanjiang, Ji Rufeng woke up and was sick and had a serious illness, but he held his body and got up.

The next day.

Shangri-La Gallery held a grand pen-closing ceremony, and all the gallery operations were handed over to Wang Feng to manage. The gallery also held regular art exhibitions, but there would be no more Ji Rufeng's paintings, and Ji Rufeng himself would not participate again.

At the same time, there was an extra tomb in the village where Zhao Jian and Ji Rufeng had been. The tombstone was spotless and there were only six words on it, "The Tomb of my wife Zhao Jian".
Chapter completed!