The little boy didn't die after all, and came to seek revenge on him.
Mr. Long held on to the back of the chair, leaned on the crutches placed aside, and walked slowly inside step by step.
In the ancestral hall, Mrs. Long opened the door and stepped in. The light inside was very dark, and the four walls were covered with thick curtains. As soon as the light from outside came in, the rows of tablets on the seats of the ancestral hall were illuminated by the light, and they appeared.
The font on it came. Mr. Long narrowed his cloudy eyes and searched in front of the rows of tablets. Finally, his eyes fell on one of the tablets.
There was a photo frame on it. The man in the photo frame was young and handsome, with neat black short hair and a warm smile.
Mr. Long's tears touched that face, and he burst into tears. "Zhen'er, tell my father what to do. You and her son have come to avenge my father. These more than twenty
Years ago, my husband has grown old and is no longer powerless. Are you still blaming your husband for being so cruel to that child?"
The man in the photo was still smiling quietly and could no longer answer him. Mrs. Long burst into tears again.
While I was in melancholy, the butler's voice came from outside, "Old lady, old lady——"
Mr. Long wiped away his tears, walked out calmly, faced the butler, and asked, "What happened?"
The housekeeper bowed and said: "Old man, there is someone outside who wants to see you. He asked me to bring you a message. He said: Do you remember the little boy more than 20 years ago? He came to see him with his mother's ashes.
's father."
'Pa-ta--' As soon as the housekeeper finished his words, the crutch in Mr. Long's hand immediately fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, his face as desolate as the autumn wind rolling leaves, "Go out, hurry up, take me
Go see him, I want to see him!"
The housekeeper hurriedly held his hand, having doubts but not daring to ask any more questions.
Amid the scent of sandalwood flowers that filled the sky, Mr. Long stared at the door without moving his eyes. His brown-spotted old palms grasped the butler's palm tightly, almost pinching into the flesh of the butler's palm.
The sound of steady and powerful footsteps came from outside the threshold of the living room, and the man, clad in the clear light of morning glow, walked in slowly, but his evil and unruly face had a refreshing aura, and the combination of Mao Dun and Damn Fusion.
When Mr. Long saw this face, he shed tears before he even got close to him. What a familiar face. I think he had such a clear face back then.
"Mr. Long, I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. How are you?" The person outside the door was Ye Shengge. At this moment, his tall figure walked in, and as soon as his evil voice came out, the old man was shocked into tears.
All stop.
"Child, why are you..., I am your grandfather!" That cry made Mr. Long stop breathing in shock. The person in front of him was indeed the little boy back then. Even his face was so similar to his deceased child.
ah.
"Grandpa?" Ye Shengge asked softly. He stretched out his palms behind his back, and there was already a newspaper in front of him. "Not much to say. I have no interest in spending time with you. I came today just to give you a copy.
A big gift to repay your 'great kindness' to our mother and son back then!"
It was this morning's newspaper. The full-body photos of Long Zeye and Miyako Ji on the front page made Mr. Long cautiously narrow his cloudy eyes. At that moment, his eyes were full of tears. "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Mr. Long's mood changed in just one glance. Ye Shengge's sharp eyes glanced at the frail old man in front of him, as if to scan into the depths of his eyes to see if there was any trace of guilt there.
However, he didn't even see a bit of it.
Ye Shengge sneered and approached Mr. Long, "It is indeed a cold-blooded family."
"Do you know how my mother was forced to death by you, do you know how I survived, do you know how miserable that poor woman was when she was dying?"
“That poor woman would never have imagined that the man she had loved all her life, the man she was willing to follow and bear a child for, would end up ruining her life precisely because of her love for that man!
"
Ye Shengge's accusations made Mrs. Long's face flash with pain, and he roared with confidence in his hoarse voice: "Don't forget, he is your father!"
"Father?" Ye Shengge seemed to be recalling, "He abandoned us, mother and son, with his own hands back then. Now, he is not qualified for me to call him that!"
"He is dead!" Mr. Long said this as if he was exhausted, and then burst into tears. "After knowing that your mother was dead, he also committed suicide."
Ye Shengge was shocked and yelled at Mr. Long in disbelief, "I don't believe it, you lied to me!"
‘Blue Bird’ Tea Room, when Infiniti, who is gifted with paintings, parked in this elegant tea room surrounded by three sides, even Qian Lianxia was embarrassed.
She has always believed that Infiniti's fashionable and avant-garde personality is a perfect match for Tianhua, and the wildness of off-road vehicles also shows Tianhua's unique temperament and personality. Such a woman can be restrained and unrestrained, kind and strategic. She always thought that only bars
This kind of place is suitable for her to go, but she didn't expect to stop here.
Xun Hua got out of the car, read her doubts and answered readily: "Today is not for romance, but for sincerity. I know you also have many questions to ask me."
"Okay, why don't you accompany me on this beautiful date?" Qian Lianxia smiled playfully and followed her up to the second floor.
The style of the entire teahouse is very simple and elegant, vaguely rich in the typical gentleness and beauty of Jiangshan. Qian Lianxia is sitting by the window, overlooking the downstairs, which is a distant view of Pingting. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful and artistic.
, the fun of drinking tea is more beautiful.
On the table was a set of exquisite tea sets. A waiter in white came forward and took them out one by one. However, Zhen Hua stopped the waiter's movements with a smile, raised his head and said, "Go down and prepare the tea sets for me. We are here."
No need to say hello."
The waiter said "yes" and bowed and left. There were probably many such guests here, so he was already used to it when he heard Zhen Hua's request.
Qian Lianxia asked curiously: "Can you make tea?"
Xun Hua's face showed the pride of a little woman, and she smiled, "Of course, the young master has always been satisfied with my tea art."
Chu Hua himself didn't think anything of it, but Qian Lianxia was heartbroken when she heard the name.
"Do you know the process of making tea?" Zhen Hua has already boiled water. It's really rare that in this modern era of high-tech discoveries, there are still tea stoves similar to those in ancient times.
Qian Lianxia shrugged and said helplessly: "I have never studied this method of making tea."
"Oh, I forgot, you are a rich lady, so you don't need to do this,"
Xun Hua's joke made Qian Lianxia purse her lips in dissatisfaction, "Hey, I won't let you hurt me like this, right?"
"If it weren't for this reason, how could you cling to every detail of the young master's past and ignore how good he is to you now." Zhen Hua stared at her with his beautiful eyes, extremely serious.