The sky is clear, the breeze is passing by, and it is slightly cool.

On the outskirts of the city lined with green trees and beautiful mountains and rivers, a group of people dressed in black coats could not hide their sadness. At the front of the group were Su Mingcheng, who was holding the portrait of Zhao Meilan, and Su Mingzhe, who was holding an urn. Needless to say, these people are old people.

Relatives and friends of the Su family followed the team and walked slowly.

Zhao Meilan's memorial service had just been held and she was about to go to the cemetery for burial.

Wang Yan took his daughter and walked in the queue with Su Mingyu. In front of them was Su Daqiang, who was following suit and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Lin was still young and had never experienced such a battle. Influenced by her emotions, she was originally happy and jumping around, but now there was no smile on her face. She pulled her father, raised her head and asked

: "Dad, what are we going to do?"

"Mom's mother passed away, and we are going to see her off." Wang Yan said, "What's the name of my mother's mother?"

The little one tilted his head and thought for a while, and then sang in a voice: "Mom's mother's name is grandma..."

Wang Yan guessed that just now his girl was recalling the swing music that played the family song at the entrance of the supermarket, and she even sang it in her head... There is still a difference in the names between the north and the south. He calls her grandma, and here she calls her grandma.

"Well, you're right, we just want to see grandma off." I didn't tell the child before, so I asked for leave today to bring him here. It was Su Mingyu's last-minute idea. Children are like that, although Wang Lin is quite sensible, but

She also doesn't really want to go to school. Hanging out with her dad at home is much more interesting than in kindergarten.

Wang Yan patiently talked to the little girl, listening to her curious thoughts. Su Mingyu on the side said a few words from time to time, and what he revealed was just two words, happiness.

Zhu Li in the back looked at the chubby little girl and the family of three, which was quite interesting. She and Su Mingcheng had been married for so many years, but they still didn’t have a child. On the one hand, they were not ready to be parents, and they still wanted to

They live their own lives happily, partly because of their career prospects. After all, they were only twenty-four or five years old when they got married, and the delay in pregnancy was two years, which had a huge impact. So although both parents have always been together

But they were both very determined, and in a flash they were now in their thirties.

In the past two years, I have also been thinking about having children. After all, you are already in your thirties, and it will be more difficult to have children later, but I have never made up my mind. The main reason is that now is the period when their careers are on the rise, and they are in their second year.

People's living expenses are also high, and having a child will reduce the quality of life. The two people who are used to being carefree are not willing to give up easily, because the practical conditions do not allow it.

The funeral process went very smoothly this time. Su Mingyu's constant phone calls did not cause Su Mingcheng's dissatisfaction. In the end, the two had a big fight and even broke Zhao Meilan's urn. In the end, Su Mingyu was unable to attend Zhao Meilan's burial.

Because Su Mingyu didn't pay this time, the overall progress was delayed a bit. Su Mingyu met Mr. Hong who was talking about business in the original drama yesterday, and there wasn't that much to do. Of course, even if he didn't meet, there would still be a lot of things to do today.

, if Su Mingcheng dares to look for trouble, Wang Yan, a man, will not just stand aside and watch.

And it is estimated that Su Mingcheng doesn't have the mind to care so much now, because Wang Yan saw that the three Su family father and son, including Zhu Li, had a strange atmosphere, especially Zhu Li's eyes when she looked at them. He naturally thought that Su Daqiang must be

He considered going to the United States to live in a big house, and then took Su Mingzhe back to his old house. Then Su Mingzhe discovered that the number in the bankbook was wrong.

But Su Mingzhe is different from Su Mingyu. He thinks that his eldest brother is like his father. If he wants to provoke the current heavy burden of the Su family, he will definitely not let it go easily and will definitely have a violent attack.

And the facts are just as Wang Yan thought, there is not much difference...

In the old house, Su Mingzhe looked at the peeling and peeling wooden doors, windows and cabinets in the old house with a face full of intoxication. Memories came to his mind for a while, walking back and forth upstairs and downstairs. Su Daqiang was rustling in the back room.

After a while of rustling, he finally took out two bankbooks and blew away the floating dust on them. He was a little tired, so he turned around and sat down with the bankbooks to look through them.

Just at this time, Su Mingzhe also had similar memories and came downstairs.

Su Daqiang was still very relieved about his eldest son, and he did not want Su Mingzhe to know the truth, so he did not hide it and continued to read it openly.

"Dad, you came back to get your bankbook."

Su Daqiang glanced at his eldest son and said: "Your mother and I have saved all these years here. When your mother leaves, this will be the money for my retirement in the future. I cannot take it with me. I have been too busy these two days.

I don’t have time to come back and get it, and you know the lock on our door, I worry about it every day.”

"Dad, don't worry. In the future, I, Mingcheng and Mingyu will honor you and I will definitely not treat you badly." Su Mingzhe smiled and sat down next to his father, and took the bankbook casually: "Let me take a look at you.

How much have you and your mother saved over the years?"

"These two passbooks add up to less than 120,000 yuan..." Holding the two passbooks in his hands, Su Mingzhe estimated the total amount of money and muttered, frowning and looking at Su Daqiang beside him: "Dad, these numbers are wrong.

Ah. The combined pensions of you and my mother are more than 8,000, and Wang Yan said before that he gave you 500,000. You two don’t have any big expenses, so you can’t just have this little money.

Right? Where’s the money, Dad?”

Boss Su Daqiang was not happy: "Let your mother figure it out."

"For Mingcheng?" Su Mingzhe frowned: "Mingcheng and Zhu Li earn a lot every month, why should you give them money?"

"It's a lot of money, but the two of them can also spend it. Zhu Li is a pampered person, and the cosmetics and clothes she wears are all famous brands. Mingcheng is also a spendthrift, and he spends all his salary every month.

, your mother subsidizes him every month. When he changed his car last month, your mother gave him a large sum of money. He said it was a loan, but he hasn’t paid it back in all these years. And the same goes for your uncle, who often comes over to borrow money.

Your mother didn’t ask them to pay it back. It’s three thousand to five thousand at a time. After so many years, that’s still a lot of money. What do you think your mother and I have left?”

Su Daqiang seemed to have found someone to talk to. After talking a lot, he thought about it and said, "To be honest with you, Mingzhe, I keep track of the money your mother gave to Mingcheng. Not only him, but also you and Mingcheng."

Jade’s, and your uncle’s, I’ll remember them all.”

Su Mingzhe looked at his biological father in surprise: "Dad, when did you get this habit? Why didn't I know?"

"I have remembered it for a long time. In the work-study activity organized by our school, my account book won the first prize."

"Where is the account book? Dad, please find it and let me take a look."

Su Daqiang sighed, stood up and bent over for a while, took out a stack of thirty-second notepads, and put them in Su Mingzhe's hand: "The top one belongs to Mingyu, and I only wrote down it until my freshman year. Later, she

No more family money is spent. The middle one belongs to you. Since you went to the United States for work-study studies, you haven’t spent any family money anymore. The rest, except for the last one that belongs to your uncle, are all money Mingcheng has taken from his family over the years.

, I was there until your mother passed away."

After looking at Su Daqiang, Su Mingzhe said nothing. Of course he felt that it was not good for his own father to keep track of his children's accounts, but he didn't say anything. He took a deep breath, picked up Su Mingyu's account at the top and looked at it.

At this glance, it was a long time. From the first book to the last book, the year, month, day, and whereabouts of the money were clearly recorded, ranging from a pencil and an eraser to his study abroad and several subsequent sums of money.

, Su Mingcheng’s wedding gifts, house purchases, etc., were all detailed in every detail, every dime to a dollar was complete, clear and distinct.

Looking at the account book in his hand, Su Mingzhe blushed a little when he thought of what he had said to Su Mingyu and Wang Yan before. At the same time, he also complained about his biological mother Zhao Meilan. All the expenses Su Mingyu had spent from childhood to freshman year, not to mention the expenses with him.

Su Mingcheng couldn't compare with the money Zhao Meilan gave to his brother in the same period of time. As for the five hundred thousand that Wang Yan gave to his brother, it was really interesting. Even if Su Mingyu spent so many years, it was still enough to give to Zhao Meilan now.

There's a funeral...

It was just that I was busy studying at that time, and I was a little neglectful of the things around me. From now on, I just need to pay more attention to Mingyu. After all, they are brothers and sisters, and there is nothing that cannot be said. Su Mingzhe comforted himself.

"It's shameful to spend so much money on Mingcheng. I have to talk to him properly when I go back. Mom too, how could she treat Mingyu like this? And you too, Dad, you've been saying this for so many years, why didn't you say anything?

As for mom, why do you want mom to treat Mingyu like that and spoil Mingcheng like that?"

"Speaking of your mother? It's not like you don't know what kind of life I've been living these years. Do I dare to speak of her? Your mother has always had the final say on all the big and small things in our family. It has nothing to do with me.

." Su Daqiang was unhappy, with a drooped face: "Also, Mingzhe, don't tell Mingcheng, just know it yourself. If you go to him, he won't have the money to pay me back."

"Let me tell you, yesterday Mingyu and Wang Yan came over and had a quarrel with Mingcheng. Mingcheng wanted to use the money to pay for your mother's funeral. But after asking about it in the end, it was too expensive. They didn't have that much money.

It’s a lot of money, so I waited until you came back today to do it. Besides, if he knew that it was me who told you, he would have even more trouble with me.”

"He dares to rebel against Su Mingcheng. Dad, please leave it alone and wait until they come back to see what I say to him. It's so outrageous." Su Mingzhe asked: "Then Mingzhe and the others have no money.

, why did you agree to advance money? No, I have to call them and ask them, Mom’s funeral can’t be delayed.”

Su Daqiang stopped him: "You don't need to fight me. I heard from Zhu Li yesterday that she could borrow some from her parents if she couldn't, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Okay, let's go, Dad. Let's go have something to eat first, and then go back and wait for Mingcheng to come back before settling the score with him."

Su Mingzhe found a bag to put the account books in, and took Su Daqiang to find a restaurant to eat and then returned to Su Mingcheng's house. It was not until late afternoon that Su Mingcheng and Zhu Li carried a pile of packed meals.

return.

Julie called to the father and son who were woken up from resting in the living room: "Brother, Dad, are you hungry after waiting for so long? We have packed some food, come and eat."

Su Daqiang, who was lying down, sat up and took a look without saying a word.

Su Mingzhe rubbed his face and sobered up for a moment: "Has the funeral been arranged?"

"Okay, okay. Julie and I worked hard all afternoon and chose a good destination. As for the farewell ceremony, we felt it was useless. A more satisfactory one would be fine. In the end, we spent 320,000, and everything was done.

It’s the money to buy a cemetery. Now the cemetery is too expensive. In the future, you might not even be able to afford to die.” Su Mingcheng shook his head with a sigh, changed his shoes and said, “Don’t you worry about me doing the work? Let’s wait until tomorrow.

Let’s go over and take a look. We’ve been hungry all afternoon, let’s eat first.”

"Mingcheng, come and sit down. It won't be too late to eat later."

Noticing that Su Mingzhe's tone was not very good and his face was ugly, Su Mingcheng and Zhu Li looked at each other, then at the old man who was pretending to be dead, and hesitantly walked to the sofa: "What's the matter, brother?"

Su Mingzhe pointed at the ledgers stacked on the table: "Look at the good things you have done, Mingcheng, you have disappointed me so much. Why do you still have the nerve to accuse Mingyu? Huh?"

Su Mingcheng was unhappy: "What's wrong with me? You said that to me? What did I do?"

"See for yourself."

Julie quickly put the food on the dining table, ran over and smiled: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is there something we did wrong?"

After all, Su Mingzhe was not hopelessly stupid. He knew he couldn't accuse Zhu Li, so his face softened and he said, "You should also take a look and see the good things Mingcheng has done."

The two of them looked at Su Mingzhe suspiciously, picked up the account book on the table and turned it over. After only two pages, Su Mingcheng changed his face and looked up at Su Daqiang, who was pretending to be dead: "Dad, did you remember all this?

It’s not you…”

"Su Mingcheng, dad remembered it. What's wrong? Did he remember it wrong? Ah? What's your attitude? Have you ever talked to dad like this?"

"No, brother, I..."

Su Mingzhe was not used to illness, and his eldest brother had enough swagger to criticize him directly: "No, no, what kind of money did you spend? Ah? You don't know, right? To put it bluntly, that was money from selling Mingyu.

, why do you have the nerve to explain here? What’s the best explanation? Ah? Didn’t you spend the money? Is it easy for your parents to work hard for so many years? How can you be so embarrassed?"
To be continued...