Northern suburbs, Yanshan Cemetery, small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
In the evening, Murong Qiuyu cooked two vegetarian dishes, and she and Murong Kun sat at the kitchen table, eating absentmindedly.
One portion of stir-fried water spinach with minced garlic and one portion of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
The father and daughter were sitting at the dinner table, looking absent-minded.
The food was cold, but the father and daughter barely moved their chopsticks.
Murong Kun took two mouthfuls of rice and asked: "Qiu Yu, what's going on? Is there no news yet?"
There was a mobile phone next to Murong Qiuyu's rice bowl, and the mobile phone was on the game screen interface.
She kept staring at the screen of her phone.
When she heard Murong Kun's question, she shook her head without raising her head and said, "Not yet."
As she spoke, she raised her head and looked outside the kitchen door.
The kitchen door is facing the courtyard door, and the guard outside the door is still standing motionless at the door.
Murong Qiuyu frowned.
As time passed slowly, her initial assurance turned into doubt, and now, she was almost 100% sure that Wang Ze had failed.
Just because Wang Ze didn't reply, it doesn't mean that Wang Ze didn't succeed.
After all, from her previous communication with Wang Ze, she could tell that Wang Ze seemed to have plans to die together with Han Jiulin and the others.
Looking at it now, the best outcome is that Wang Ze, Han Jiulin and others died together.
But there is another possibility that Wang Ze failed and the bomb did not detonate!
It doesn't matter to her whether Wang Ze dies or not. The most important thing is that after such a long time, the respected guard guarding outside the courtyard is still motionless and unresponsive, which is strange.
If something really happened to Han Jiulin, it makes no sense that the guards guarding this place have not responded at all after so long.
Just as the father and daughter were waiting anxiously and had no intention of eating, they suddenly heard a car parked at the gate of the small courtyard from far away.
Immediately afterwards, there was a voice that made Murong Kun and Murong Qiuyu's scalps tingle.
"Open the door."
This voice is indifferent, cold, and very familiar.
It was Han Jiulin's voice.
Murong Kun and Murong Qiuyu looked at each other, feeling panic in their hearts.
Murong Qiuyu quickly exited the game interface on her phone, locked the screen, and put it aside.
The next moment, the door opens.
Han Jiulin and Ye Zhaoling entered the small courtyard one after the other.
Han Jiulin put his hands behind his back, glanced at Murong Qiuyu and the others in the kitchen, and sat calmly on the stone bench in the yard.
He lit a cigarette and said slowly: "Send the things in."
Ye Zhaoling walked into the kitchen holding a plate with two white ribbons in it.
"Are you eating?"
Ye Zhaoling placed the plate on the dining table.
"This is a gift from my husband to you two."
When Murong Kun and Murong Qiuyu saw Bai Ling, their faces instantly turned pale.
Three feet of white silk has always been given by ancient kings to their ministers and concubines as a way of committing suicide.
The father and daughter were anxiously waiting for the news of Han Jiulin's death.
But I was looking forward to the arrival of Han Jiulin himself.
The other party came and brought this three-foot white silk.
The intention behind it can be said to be self-evident!
However, at this moment, Murong Qiuyu could only pretend to be dumbfounded.
She tried her best to stay calm and asked gently: "Miss Ye, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean, don't you understand?"
Ye Zhaoling narrowed his eyes.
"I really don't understand."
Murong Qiuyu put down his chopsticks, looked directly at Ye Zhaoling, and said: "My father and I have been here at the foot of Yanshan Cemetery all day long, repenting and apologizing, and keeping vigil for He Xinhong's family.
At the beginning, Han Jiulin had promised that we, father and daughter, could spend the rest of our lives quietly in this small courtyard.
What, is Han Jiulin going to break his promise and go back on his word?"
Although, she can almost conclude that Wang Ze's matter has been ruined.
However, she will never admit or expose it easily until the last moment.
As he spoke at this time, he actually gave people a feeling of confidence.
Ye Zhaoling was condescending and said coldly: "Wang Ze's matter has been exposed, and we have deciphered the dialogue in the game. It will be meaningless no matter how hard you deny it.
My husband gives you Bai Ling to give you the last bit of dignity.
You'd better respect yourselves."
Murong Kun's eyes were dull, and his expression changed again and again.
Murong Qiuyu also clenched the chopsticks in her hand, put her fingertips on the chopsticks, and pressed hard, actually breaking the solid wood chopsticks with a click!
After a while, she forced out a smile and asked: "I made my own decision in this matter and it has nothing to do with my father. Can I not implicate him?"
Ye Zhaoling shook his head and said: "No, two pieces of white silk cost two lives. There is no room for bargaining."
Murong Qiuyu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Can we, father and daughter, be allowed to finish this meal?"
"Can."
Ye Zhaoling nodded, turned around and exited the kitchen, standing by the door wall.
At the dinner table, Murong Qiuyu looked at Murong Kun and said bitterly: "Dad, I'm sorry for hurting you."
Murong Kun laughed miserably, shook his head and said: "Forget it, living like a pig in this yard, I have had enough, I just feel sorry for you!"
The father and daughter looked at each other in silence for a long time.
Murong Qiuyu took out another pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage, nodded and said, "Eat."
"Um."
Murong Kun tremblingly picked up the vegetables and started eating.
Murong Qiuyu did the same, chewing slowly and carefully, one bite at a time.
The two of them ate very slowly. Han Jiulin and Ye Zhaoling outside the hospital also gave them enough patience and did not rush them.
However, the meal is finally finished.
After finishing her meal, Murong Qiuyu calmly put down her chopsticks, picked up Bai Ling, and went to the bedroom next to her.
The house was made of bricks, and there were beams in the bedroom. Murong Qiuyu stepped on the table and tied two pieces of white silk to the beams in turn.
Then, she looked at Murong Kun.
Murong Kun climbed up shivering, stood in front of Bai Ling, imitated Murong Qiuyu's movements, and stuck his head in.
"Han Jiulin!"
Murong Qiuyu looked at the figure outside the window and suddenly shouted.
Han Jiulin slowly turned his head and looked over.
"Perhaps the biggest mistake in my life was meeting you and falling in love with you."
Murong Qiuyu stared at Han Jiulin quietly and said: "If you had chosen me back then, I would not be like this.
"It was you who hurt me."
Han Jiulin was silent for a moment and said slowly: "It's a bit sad that you don't even know how to reflect on yourself before you die."
Murong Qiuyu reached this point not because of love but hatred, but because of greed and anger.
After speaking calmly, he slowly stood up and turned around, leaving only Murong Qiuyu's back.
Murong Qiuyu laughed miserably and kicked the table under her feet to the ground.