"I just had a phone call with Zhang Weimin and asked if Zhang Xia's car accident had anything to do with him. He denied it. He insisted that Zhang Xia's car accident was an accident. He said that he and the driver did not know each other at all. In life,
There is no intersection, so the police won’t be afraid of him no matter how they investigate him.”
"Sure enough, I'm well prepared."
"Um."
Zhang Xian has no feelings for this father at all, but during this period, faced with Zhang Weimin's hypocrisy, he felt that Zhang Weimin was at least a little bit sincere. But now, after what happened to Zhang Xia, he could see clearly
He discovered Zhang Weimin’s true face.
A man who can even be cruel to his wife who has been with him for decades is so useless to him, an illegitimate son who has never lived by his side.
Zhang Weimin is a selfish scumbag.
"Where's Zhang Yang?"
"He is taking care of Zhang Xia's funeral arrangements."
With that said, Zhang Xian glanced at Xiao Rui, and after two seconds of silence, he chose to tell him, "He held a memorial service for his mother, and it will be on March 26th."
March 26th was the day he and Nuannuan got married.
He wouldn't believe it if Zhang Yang didn't do it on purpose.
"Don't worry about him."
……the other side.
Zhang Yang was dressed in black. He walked out of the crematorium with an urn in his hands. His eyes were red, and his whole body exuded a sinister aura.
He always felt that he didn't like his mother, and he didn't care whether she lived or died, but when she really turned into a pile of powder, he realized that his heart was half empty.
After all, he blamed her and hated her because he cared about her.
"Mom... I will definitely find a way to avenge you, Zhang Weimin... Even if he did it perfectly, even if the police can't find any evidence, I still know it was him.
He is so cruel, I won't let him go.
Your heart has been devoted to him all your life, and you love him so much... Now that you are gone, he will not be able to feel better."
Zhang Yang held the urn and returned to the home where he grew up.
After returning home, he discovered that the lock on the door had been changed. When Zhang Yang pressed the doorbell, no one opened the door. Without hesitation, he called a locksmith to pry the door open.
Before the door could even be opened, Zhang Weimin, who heard the noise, opened the door from the inside.
"You treacherous son, what are you doing? Do you believe it or not? I called the police and said you broke into a private house!"
"It's up to you. I want to see if the police will interfere with our household affairs."
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"Send my mom home."
Only then did Zhang Weimin see the jar in his arms. His old face twitched obviously, and then he immediately exploded, "Are you sick, so you brought the ashes home?
If you have no money, I can give you some charity and buy you a cemetery."
"This is my mother's home, why can't she come back?"
"Okay, okay!"
Zhang Weimin felt unlucky, "You can stay as long as you like. I will give you my place and I will leave."
Zhang Yang ignored him.
Zhang Weimin felt chills all over when he saw the jar in his arms. He didn't want to stay here for a minute. He simply packed up some valuable things and left the house without looking back.
In the large flat floor of nearly 200 square meters, Zhang Yang was the only one left in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Yang placed the urn in the most conspicuous place in the living room. He looked at the direction in which Zhang Weimin disappeared and closed his eyes. "Mom! Please wait for two more days for the appeal result of my brother's case to come out. Then..." He
He said nothing, but there was a crazy look in his eyes like a gambler at the end of his rope.
March twenty-four.
Zhang Zhao's case is in court again.
This time, only Zhang Yang went to the court hearing, and he already knew the outcome.
Zhang Weimin refused to compromise, so he went to find several of his brother's ex-girlfriends, but none of them wanted to see him.
so.
The ending won't change at all.
as expected.
The judge announced on the spot that the original verdict would be upheld, and Zhang Yang twitched his lips emotionlessly.
After the trial, he went to the labor camp and met Zhang Zhao once through the glass.
Zhang Zhao was wearing an orange labor camp uniform. He had an unshaven beard and was not in good spirits. He looked as if he had aged more than ten years. Zhang Yang's eyes were burning, but he could no longer shed tears.
He picked up the phone and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm useless. I can't change anything."
"Don't cry."
The matter had been settled, and Zhang Zhao calmed down. He told Zhang Yang, "Live a good life outside."
Zhang Yang shook his head, "Our lives have been completely ruined, and there is no possibility of living a good life."
"Xiao Yang..." "Brother, mom is dead."
Seeing him stunned, Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, "Just a few days ago, she filed for divorce from Zhang Weimin and took Zhang Weimin to court to request divorce and property division."
"..." "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it either.
I thought Zhang Weimin was cold-hearted, but the facts tell me that he has no heart or lungs."
Zhang Zhao held the phone and was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time.
"Brother, if you behave well in there, you might have a chance to reduce your sentence."
Zhang Yang licked his lips. He glanced at the prison guard behind Zhang Zhao, licked his lips and said, "This should be the last time I come to see you."
Zhang Zhao immediately looked at him and said, "Xiao Yang, don't be stupid."
"Where are you thinking? I plan to leave this city and start my life again.
As long as I am still in this city and breathing the air of this city, I feel depressed."
Zhang Zhao was dubious.
"Tomorrow is my mother's funeral. I will leave after settling my mother's arrangements.
I have thought a lot during this period, and I feel very sorry for you. I seem to have been dragging you down since I was a child.
You have always told me to be low-key and tell me that I can always walk by the river without getting my shoes wet, but I couldn't listen and you ended up like this.
Brother, you are a good brother, but I am not a good brother... If I could do it all over again, I would listen to you, study hard, be a down-to-earth person, and never cause trouble."
Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It's too late to talk about this now.
If there is an afterlife, I hope that we will still be brothers, but I hope that I will be the elder brother and you will be the younger brother, and I will be the one to protect you."
Zhang Zhao felt uneasy, "What are you talking about? You are still young. If you want to repent, you still have a chance. Don't do stupid things. Do you hear me?"
He has long since lost the qualification and opportunity to start over.
Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing.
"Xiao Yang!"
When it was time to visit the prison, Zhang Yang ended the call. He hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Zhao through the glass. Seeing Zhang Zhao being taken away by the prison guards, he looked at his back and said softly, "Brother, I'm sorry.
Bye now."
The prison visit is over.
He returned to the empty home.
He looked at the eye-catching urn in the living room, pursed his lips, and dialed a phone number.