After listening to his words, Zhang Yue stared at his son for a long time before sighing: "I always thought there was nothing outstanding about your character, but today, I realized that I was wrong. Very good, as a
One of the necessary conditions for a qualified head of the family is to be ruthless, not only to yourself, but also to others. Originally, I was worried that you would be deficient in this aspect after inheriting the position of the head of the family. It seems that it is me.
You're worrying too much. Zhiming, I'll leave this matter to you. Remember, don't tell anyone. It's okay if you know and I know." Zhang Zhiming nodded and said, "Father, I understand.
"At this moment, I saw the door of the hall being pushed open forcefully from the outside, and a graceful middle-aged woman rushed in. As soon as she entered the door, she threw herself on Zhang Zhihui's body and cried loudly.
Extremely sad. Zhang Yue sighed and said: "Zhiming, go and persuade your mother not to make her too sad. In addition, start preparing for your second brother's funeral tonight."
Zhang Zhiming responded, and then walked quickly towards the middle-aged woman. The next morning, white silk was hung outside the door of Zhang's house, and a fine purple wood coffin was placed in the center of the lobby. At this moment
The coffin lid had not yet been closed, and Zhang Zhihui's pale face looked a little scary. However, Zhang Yue, his wife, and Zhang Zhiming stood beside the coffin, looking at the person in the coffin with sad faces. After a while, Zhang Yue patted his wife.
He sighed softly on his back: "Okay, don't cry. You've been crying all night. Since Zhihui is gone, let him be buried as soon as possible. Zhiming, close the coffin lid."
After that, he pulled his wife aside. However, when Zhang Zhiming was about to close the coffin lid, he only heard a loud voice coming from outside the lobby: "Wait a minute."
Zhang Zhiming and Zhang Yue immediately looked outside the lobby and saw a young man walking in slowly. The man looked somewhat similar to Zhang Yue, but he was not very handsome. On the contrary
Very ordinary, nothing outstanding. However, he gave people the impression that he was like an unsheathed sword, so sharp that people dared not look directly at him. Seeing this young man, Zhang Zhiming was slightly stunned, and then
He greeted him and said: "Third brother, you are finally out of seclusion." At this time, Zhang Yue also came over and sighed softly: "Zhilin, your second brother..." This man was Zhang Yue's third brother.
Son, Zhang Zhilin. He waved his hand and said: "Father, you don't need to say more. When I came out of confinement, someone already told me that I came here just to see him for the last time." After saying that, he walked to the coffin,
Quietly looking at Zhang Zhihui lying inside, after a while, he shook his head, turned and stepped aside. Zhang Zhihui walked up to him, patted his generals, and sighed: "Third brother, don't be sad either.
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However, Zhang Zhilin sneered and said: "Sad? Why should I be sad? He is inferior to others and deserves to be killed. To be honest, although he is my second brother, I have never regarded him as my older brother. A person who does not know how to make progress.
, even if he is dead, why should you be sad." Zhang Yue suddenly said angrily: "Zhilin, what are you talking nonsense about? No matter what, he is your biological brother. Even if he has done something wrong these years, you can't
You shouldn't say that about him, not to mention he's dead now."