A bronze gilt Buddha statue of Shakyamuni appeared in front of everyone with compassion, the bronze gilt Buddha statue is full of the marks of the years, the refined craftsmanship makes the Buddha statue of Shakyamuni lifelike, slightly closed eyes with a smiling face, kind and compassionate.

"This, this is from the former Qing Dynasty?" Old Man Fang's hand trembled slightly, the Buddha statue of the Great Qing Dynasty was rare and precious.

"I know you like Buddha statues, so I sent them here as a token of my appreciation. Huo Heng bowed.

Old Man Fang stared at this Buddha statue for a long time, his eyes gradually became confused, and he muttered to himself: "How can I, a person who is full of anger, deserve to support him, but it is only to increase sadness, and the Buddha will also blame me." ”

"No, it won't. Song Ci said shallowly, "The Buddha is compassionate and compassionate, and he will not blame his children." She had learned about Old Man Fang's past, how could such a powerful figure be able to achieve the position of a giant in Mountain Province if he had clean hands.

The three people who left the Fang Mansion were silent.

"Why is the matter between you and Old Man Fang not recorded, even Old Zhou Shuai's. Huo Heng opened his notebook and prepared to wait for a video conference.

"I didn't report it to the organization, and I didn't want to report the matter of old Zhou Shuai, and I just happened to meet Zhou Shuai who called me and leaked out. Song Ci recalled the appearance when he met Old Man Fang at that time, and estimated that he was being sought revenge by the enemy, so he had to hide in the mountains.

"Old Man Fang is only sixty, right?" Huo Heng pondered slightly, there are not many people who believe in Buddhism at sixty, for example, Mrs. Huo is still not believing in Buddhism when she is in her seventies. Old Man Fang's overflowing evil aura can be imagined how many lives he had on his hands when he was young.

Song Ci glanced at Huo Heng and said seriously: "In his position, he can't sit still without touching people's lives, and he stopped when his wife died two years ago." That's why she encountered the tragic scene of Old Man Fang who was being hunted down.

"Is your friend him?" Huo Heng asked interestingly, he felt that his wife's friends had made him a little unexpected.

Luo Qi, the eldest son of the richest family in Jiangcheng, Lu Qi, the youngest young master of the Lu family in Dongcheng, and the legendary three young men in Kyoto, about the most important are the old Zhou Shuai and the current old man Fang, heh, it is really a broad interpersonal circle.

The most common of Song Ci's friends is probably the little girl surnamed Shen, her father is an ordinary state-owned enterprise executive, and her mother is the director of the teaching office of Longcheng Provincial Middle School.

Song Ci, who picked up the computer to write program code, turned his head sideways when he heard this, squinted at Huo Sanye with a serious expression, and hooked the corners of his lips: "I still have some friends, do you want to know them?"

The Huo couple glanced at each other and smiled tacitly, "There is a chance." ”

Jiulin, who was driving, felt that his wife was really powerful, and she was the leading figure in Mountain Province, one of the three major provinces in China, and a person who was not recognized by the gods and ghosts in the legend. It's actually a friend of Madame again...... Although the impact is not so great compared to the old Zhou Shuai, it is still very shocking.

The word "gathering people by like" is vividly reflected in Song Ci, and the snakes, insects, rats and ants who desperately want to get closer to her will also leave quietly after coming into contact with her momentum.

It's an unattainable chill temperament.

After the remote meeting, Huo Sanye closed the computer, turned his head sideways and asked the little girl who was still writing code: "Do you want to climb the mountain?" There is a lonely mountain in Qingcheng near here. ”

Song Ci replied without raising his head: "Okay." ”

Lonely Mountain is the first of the four major peaks in China, and has been praised by many literati and writers since ancient times, and the poems and songs written for it have been sung through the ages.

Compared with Wang Zi, who took the cable car to the halfway up the mountain, the Huo couple who walked all the way up were very leisurely.

As a special assistant, Jiulin was unable to participate in this mountain climbing activity, and he was instructed by his boss to go to the branch office to deal with this damn official business.

There is a huge open space halfway up the mountain, where many climbers rest, and the mist between the mountains is shrouded in the mountainside, making it difficult to see the stone path under your feet.

Surrounded by centuries and even millennia-old trees, they greet this group of guests from afar in a variety of ways, and their trunks, branches, and even leaves are written with the changes of time over the past thousands of years.

Every tree here has gone through dynasties and generations, seen through the red dust of the world, listened to a thousand words, and every line on their body contains historical significance.

They stand tall in the mountains as a reminder to visitors to cherish the moment.

Wang Zi found the Huo couple, and suddenly didn't dare to step forward, for fear of ruining this harmonious and beautiful scene, so she took out her mobile phone and took a photo.

While discussing how old the tree in front of them was, the Huo couple continued their journey up the mountain hand in hand, Wang Zi looked at the halfway up the mountain, which was not high or bottomless, took a deep breath and hurriedly followed.

The higher you go, the fewer tourists there are, and climbing this first mountain is a very physically demanding thing, for example, Wang Zi, who has only walked a short and halfway way, feels out of breath.

The mist in the mountains also fell at the feet, and it was hazy from a distance, and everything in the world was confused, like a fairyland.

At the resting place, the Huo couple waited kind-hearted for a while, and let Wang Zi, who was panting with crimson face, sit down to rest for a while, and drink some water to moisten his throat.

The Huo couple, who were looking into the distance, were talking about the blue water in the distance, when Song Ci's small mobile phone rang.

Song Ci walked to the corner and picked up the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Zhang Yang is out of prison, I'll give you the contact information. In addition, I touched another line here, and arranged for someone to keep an eye on it. Team Liu paused and asked curiously, "Your college entrance examination is over?"

"Hmm. Song Ci stood in front of the edge of being stopped, looking down, but he couldn't see anything, the mountain fog was hazy.

"Have time to come over and help me train the new players? Let them know how to write the word fear. Team Liu breathed a sigh of relief, "That new member named Lu Qi joined the team today, and he is a very enthusiastic young man." ”

"Look at it, if you have the right qualifications, put it in my group. ”

Team Liu was silent for a moment, "He's the younger brother of Team Lu. "The Lu team is the captain of the Black Tigers.

"Yes. Song Ci replied casually, and was about to go back.

At this time, the sky swirled, and the whole lonely mountain shook slightly, and the screams and cries of tourists came from the mountain, and rockfalls kept falling from the mountain.

Song Ci's heart froze, and before he could react, the soles of his feet suddenly emptied, and the logs that were originally fixed in the stone cracks as fences fell down the mountain one after another.

Huo Heng, who noticed that something was wrong for the first time, strode to find Song Ci, and just saw Song Ci walking back before he could call her, the next second a boulder at the edge of the mountain collapsed and fell with Song Ci.

"Song Ci !!" Huo Heng rushed forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but he didn't catch any corner of his clothes. Huo Sanye, who had always been in front of Mount Tai and his face did not change, stopped beating at that moment, and he even forgot to breathe.

There was only black and white left in the world, rumbling in his ears, opening his mouth, Huo Heng only felt a smell of blood in his mouth, he didn't even dare to bow his head, his eyes fell but he couldn't focus on it, his heart was terrifyingly empty.

"Uncle Huo. ”

The girl's Qingling voice drifted away from the empty valley, Huo Heng quickly came back to his senses, lowered his head, his heart suddenly loosened and the next moment he pulled it up again, and quickly reached out and grabbed Song Ci's hand hanging on the branch in the air.

Wang Zi, who came closely, took another photo, and then Huo Sanye glanced at him lightly, and immediately took his mobile phone and ran over to help drag Song Ci up.

Huo Heng hugged the girl tightly, and the loss of his beloved made Huo Sanye's steely heart sad, his vision was blurred, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Where does it hurt?"

Song Ci, who was buried in Huo Heng's arms, wanted to raise his hand and pat Huo Sanye's back to relax him, but he found that his hand couldn't play, and said a little irritably: "Maybe it's dislocated." ”

The moment she fell, she heard the man's panicked and frightened voice, the first time she was in a crisis, someone would lose their minds. Scared? No, every desperate situation she's been in has been more desperate than this one.

In fact, there are many people, and they are afraid.

For example, now, in Huo Heng's arms, Song Ci kept thinking, if there was no crooked tree on that cliff, if he didn't have time to grab the branch, what if he ...... Huo Heng didn't have time to pull himself back.

So is he really dead? Will Huo Heng be sad.

Wang Zi, who didn't dare to disturb the Huo couple and silently acted as a little transparent, hid next to him and silently watched as he carried out his mission again, and took a photo of the Huo couple who hugged each other affectionately.

Suddenly, Song Ci felt a cold patch on his shoulders and neck, and when he realized why this was the case, the moist skin became hot.

Huo Heng, crying.

This realization put Song Ci in a predicament, and she thought it was just a trivial matter. Even if she almost fell off a cliff and died, she had not experienced this kind of brushing shoulders with death once or twice, so many times that Song Ci could deal with all kinds of emergencies without changing her face.

But at this moment, she felt that something had changed.

Her heart suddenly ached, as if someone had smashed her with a hammer, and the dense pain rushed to her eyes from the bottom of her heart.

The man with a cold face and a calm face, who was respected by the people as Huo Sanye, cried because she almost died.

What kind of friendship is this? Song Ci couldn't figure it out, but it didn't prevent her from knowing that the man in front of her who hugged her cared more about her than anyone else in the world.

The luck of three lives, I met you. Knowing each other, three generations of Futian. Love my heart until death. If a husband is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

Song Ci suddenly remembered this poem in her mind, and she seemed to understand some of the level of love in the poem.

The fog that hindered Song Ci's progress like a dense fog on the mountainside dissipated at this moment, and Song Ci's wavering life path also had a firm direction at this moment. I would like to strive to stand at the same height as you, and then we will go hand in hand towards the future that belongs to you and me.