Dutch pastures

The sky is clear, and on the lonely grassland, there are several windmill buildings, and if the big wind leaves turn in the wind, they form a unique scenery with green grass and wildflowers.

On the other side of the stream, in a manor surrounded by greenery and flowers, a maid walked out of the house with a cup of coffee and pastries.

In the garden, there is a wooden lounge table with several books on top of each other.

The maid gently placed her things on the table, then slowly stepped aside, and looked up at the man in the wheelchair facing the morning sun.

In the blue and red, the sun poured down and fell on him, like a layer of golden brilliance, and his back looked so tall and sacred. And the distance is so hazy and ethereal, like a cloud that cannot be grasped, and it is untouchable.

A year ago, she had been sent here to take care of this man, but she had never heard him say a word to her.

When I first saw his face, it was covered with intricate scars, and it was unrecognizable, which made people afraid when they saw it. But those deep and ethereal eyes, quiet and vast, hide a quiet loneliness and extreme loneliness.

She was curious, what had this man been through in the past?

He lowered his eyes, sighed lightly, and waited.

Suddenly, a black lord stopped outside the manor. The driver who got out of the car first walked to the back seat and opened the rear door. An old man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car.

As soon as she saw someone coming, the maid hurriedly stepped forward to open the courtyard door.

The old man stepped up the steps and stepped into the fence courtyard, and the maid immediately leaned over to greet him, "Master... There you are. ”

The old man stopped, "Well, how is he doing?"

"As always. ”

Since taking care of him, it has been like this, and there has been no big reaction.

"Go get ready lunch, I'll stay here in the afternoon. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The maid turned around and went back to the house, and the old man walked towards Huayin, "Ming'er... It's windy here, so it's not easy to stay longer, so let's go into the house with my father-in-law. ”

Hearing the voice, his gaze withdrew from the distance, cast on the approaching old man, and shook his head slightly.

Seeing that he was still the same, the old man sighed: "Hey... You... Let the past pass. ”

For the sake of hatred, he gave everything, and in the end it ended tragically. Kang Zhenye only hopes that he can let go and live well.

"Father, if you die at that time, will there be no pain? ”

If he can let go, he won't come to this point. What a luxury these two words were to him.

"Death can end everything, but have you ever thought about it, use your life to be free, such an end, you will have no pain. But what about those who love you, who care about you. ”

Did he ever wonder what he was saving him for? The ant still knows how to spare his life, but he has to give up his life.

"It's Ming'er who let you down. It was he who failed his father-in-law's cultivation and support, which made him disappointed again and again.

"No... You can be alive, which is the greatest blessing that God has given to my father-in-law. "For disappointment, the most important thing is that he is alive.

will adopt him, just to use him, to eradicate all the opponents in the business world for himself, and to promote the position of the Damoni Group in the world. I don't know when, but I changed my original intention.

Maybe it's pouring too many expectations, pulling out the trace of unbearableness in my heart.

When he heard that he had died in the bombing, his heart would be painful. At the same time, he did not hesitate to use everything, and arranged for people to join the search as soon as possible, and concealed it.

"Ming'er... You can't continue to be decadent, as long as you live, it's hope. ”

His hands clenched the blanket on his knees, and the confusion in his eyes became clearer and clearer, "Father-in-law......"

Can he, can he put it down?