The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, and since moving out of the eighty-eighth floor of the vast building, Zeng Qingwen moved to Wen Xin's small bungalow.

Wen Xin came back from shopping outside and opened the door, the living room was filled with smoke, and the choking smell of smoke made her frown. Since he stepped down from the chairman's position, Zeng Qingwen has seen it thoroughly, ignoring things outside the window, and only living a small happiness. Not to mention smiling every day, at least living a leisurely life. Why did it suddenly become the same sad face as before?

Wen Xin opened the window and said with a little complaint: "It's not easy to live a stable life for a few days, but I can't think about it today."

As he spoke, he turned around, just in time to meet Zeng Qingwen's eyes, Wen Xin's heart suddenly burst, as if he had suddenly suffered a lightning strike.

His eyes were flat, hollow and lifeless, and she had never seen such a look in the eyes of a living man.

After being together for so many years, she can see Zeng Qingwen's different eyes more than everyone else. Pain, anger, hesitation, despair, she had seen it all. But no matter what kind of eyes it is, it's just the eyes of a living person.

At this moment, Zeng Qingwen's eyes were like dead people, although he did not carry any negative emotions, but he was dead and empty.

Wen Xin didn't dare to continue to look at his eyes, and slowly walked to Zeng Qingwen's side and snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Don't smoke it, I'll make your favorite candy and eat tenderloin."

Zeng Qingwen looked at the back of Wen Xin walking into the kitchen, this woman who had warmed his heart for so many years. Parents, brothers, wives and daughters, these world's most reliable family ties combined, can't compare to her comfort.

After so many years, family and friendship gradually abandoned him, and he no longer believed in family and friendship. But he never doubted the woman in front of him, in fact, it was not that he didn't doubt it, but he didn't dare to doubt it. Because he needed a way out, and she was the last way out for his soul. He needs a harbor, and she is the last harbor of his soul.

It is a pure land, without this pure land, where should he go, and what is the point of having a high position and power.

Smoking a whole box of cigarettes, he thought about many scenes that were about to happen, angry roars, crazy crying, hoarse questioning, and exhaustive invective.

But none of this happened.

He only felt as if his soul was out of his body, the sitting body was not him, his mind was empty, and his heart was as silent as death.

Mourning is greater than dying!!

There was a sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, and the boiling oil and water splashed on the white arm without realizing it.

She knew that this day would come sooner or later, and she had thought countless times about what it would be like to be in a state of mind when she really came. She would rather he beat her up and scold her like thunder than be silent like this now.

She still neatly arranged the dishes as usual, put the dishes and chopsticks, and poured Zeng Qingwen a small glass of wine.

"Eat".

Her voice was still so gentle, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.

Zeng Qingwen got up and sat down at the table.

The two sat opposite each other, no different from usual.

"Mrs. Wang's cat next door was lost, and I happened to meet her on the way back from shopping for vegetables just now, and I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely.

"Is it the lady Wang, whose ass is bigger than a basket?"

Wen Xin sneered, "Yes, it's the demolition nouveau riche who quarreled with his husband twice in three days, all day."

Ara-Alla looks down on the little burghers who are outsiders. ”

Zeng Qingwen took a sip of wine, "Hello little citizens, I take care of firewood, rice, oil and salt every day, and the two of them fight at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, which is very happy."

Wen Xin smiled shallowly, revealing two small dimples at the corners of her mouth, and it was these two small dimples that fascinated Zeng Qingwen back then.

"I used to hate her, but then I slowly started to envy her, and now it has even turned into jealousy." The smile on her face was still the same, but her eyes were red.

Zeng Qingwen looked at Wen Xin lightly and pointed to her "red sleeves". Then he pointed to the already mottled white hair on his head, "white hair and green shirt".

"Qingwen"! Wen Xin's eyes swirled with tears running along her cheeks.

Zeng Qingwen's face was expressionless, "The old man told me a long time ago, saying that I am too literary and easy to be deceived. I didn't believe it at the time, but now that I think about it, how could you really fall in love with me when you're a full eighteen years younger than me."

Wen Xin had already burst into tears, opened her mouth, and didn't know how to speak. She knew it was useless to say anything now, would he still believe her.

She covered her mouth and stood up, ran into the bedroom with a low cry, closed the door, lay on the dresser, and cried loudly.

Hearing a faint cry from the bedroom, Zeng Qingwen couldn't feel a ripple in his heart.

Husband and wife are strangers, daughters are cold, brothers turn against each other, all this is retribution!

The old man was sick in bed, and Zeng's family was crumbling. The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in an anthill, and all this was caused by him himself.

Zeng Qingwen stared blankly at the sweet and sour tenderloin on the dining table, raised his chopsticks and put them in the air, standing there as if time had frozen.

The crying in the bedroom faded away. The door opened, Wen Xin pulled her suitcase and walked out of it, and walked straight to the door.

Turning his head, he barely managed to squeeze out a smile on his face.

"Qingwen, don't trust anyone around you, including your eldest brother and third brother." After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.

With the sound of slamming the door shut, Zeng Qingwen slowly dropped his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin and took a bite, it still tasted like that.

A tear fell from his eye, and he didn't know what it was for.

...............................

Zeng Yaqian quietly stayed in front of the old man's bed, her grandfather's illness was getting worse day by day, and the amount of food was getting less and less day by day, and now she could only drink two bowls of porridge every day.

This once bold, once a tiger in the East China Sea, is as lifeless as he single-handedly established the vast group.

Zeng Guoqiang's face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were still bright.

"Yaqian, you don't have to come to see me every day, just go busy with your business."

"Grandpa, Noah's Ark is now gradually on the right track, and it is not as busy as before."

Zeng Guoqiang smiled with relief, "I'm really right, you are much stronger than my three sons."

"Three of them, one ambitious, one indecisive, one only thinking about himself. I don't care what they do, I'm just worried that they'll calculate it on you."

Zeng Yaqian frowned, "Grandpa, don't think about it, no matter how infighting they are, they are also members of the Zeng family."

Zeng Guoqiang shook his head, "The royal family has no affection, and we are almost the same, there are still many brothers and sisters in ordinary people who fight for thousands of yuan in family property, not to mention that there is such a big mess." Your dad

It is at this point that the loss is the loss".

Zeng Yaqian bowed her head and was silent, since Zeng Qingwen stepped down, perhaps because the evil breath in her heart was cleaned, her hatred for him gradually became less deep than before.

"Yaqian, good people don't necessarily do good things, and they don't necessarily have good rewards. But there's no denying that your dad is a good guy."

Zeng Yaqian smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that what happened has happened, and he can't go back."

"A leaf obstructs the eyes, Buddhism talks about epiphany, and Taoism talks about enlightenment. Some people understand the truth when they are young, and some people still don't understand it until they die. I've been waiting for your dad to have an epiphany, and I don't know if I can wait. But I believe that he can step forward, otherwise I would not have handed over the Zeng family to him in the first place."

"But he screwed up the Zeng family."

"Hehe", Zeng Guoqiang smiled faintly. "Some people go all the way and are completely annihilated when they encounter a failure. Some people have been defeated again and again, and finally reached the top. Grandpa has fought a lot of defeats in his life, and winning and losing is the norm. Among all the children and grandchildren, you are the most like a grandfather, like to the bones. But you also have to learn to give people opportunities, which I only understood when I passed on the throne to your father. It is a very pleasant thing to distinguish between love and hate, but once a person is swayed by emotions, he will be blinded by his mind and will often make wrong judgments. The world is not black and white, there is a gray part between black and white."

Zeng Yaqian looked at Zeng Guoqiang in a daze, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, "What about Lu Shanmin, is he white, black or gray."

Looking at Zeng Yaqian's expression, Zeng Guoqiang felt a pain in his heart. This granddaughter has been strong since she was a child, and she finally found someone who could let go of her heart and be defenseless, but she saw it collapse before her eyes. What a painful thing it must be for this kind of spiritual pillar to collapse. She didn't want to die and live like other girls, she just silently carried this pain, gritted her teeth and continued to move forward, which should not be something that a girl of her age should bear.

"Yaqian, you have grown up, feel it with your heart. You have to believe that in this materialistic world, no matter how despicable what you see and hear, there is always true feelings. It is a kind of hope, and there must be hope in order to live."

Zeng Guoqiang stretched out his hands tremblingly and tried his best to open the bedside table.

Zeng Yaqian hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Grandpa, let me come."

Zeng Guoqiang took a breath, "It's old, it's really useless." ”

Zeng Yaqian took out a wooden box from the bedside table. Puzzled, he asked, "Grandpa, what's in here?"

Zeng Guoqiang smiled, "This is a gift from your grandfather."

Zeng Yaqian stretched out her hand to open the box, but Zeng Guoqiang shook his head.

"Don't open it now, open it when grandpa leaves."

The door was gently pushed open.

The two turned their heads to look, and Zeng Qingwen was standing there with tears on his face and trembling lips.

Zeng Yaqian turned her head to stop looking at him, and Zeng Guoqiang beckoned to him.

Zeng Qingwen walked to the head of the bed step by step and knelt down with a puff.

"Dad, I was wrong".

Zeng Qingwen lowered his head and couldn't stop sobbing.

A dry palm slapped twice on his shoulder, which was shaking from crying.

These two taps not only did not stop Zeng Qingwen's crying, but instead cried loudly, crying like a three-year-old child.

"Dad!" Zeng Yaqian's somewhat choked voice sounded on the side.

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