The appearance of Dragon City is getting new day by day, just like old clothes for new clothes, the taller and taller they are, the record is broken every year, and there are big cranes everywhere. The scenery in April is picturesque, and all these bamboos are flawless.

The old street of the "Fate Sky" teahouse will also be demolished, and now there are fewer and fewer relics with charm, but before it is demolished, Teresa Teng's singing will never stop.

The cuckoo sat in a lonely corner, looking sluggish, like two people a few days ago. Seeing Wen Zhu, as if she was seeing a relative, she actually whimpered and choked, and her trembling body seemed to shake out the grievances in her heart. So many blows didn't break her, which shows that this wave of wind and waves should not be underestimated.

"Cry, cry, it's not a sin, and it will feel better to cry. Wen Zhu took the tissue paper and comforted him, saying that tears could not solve the problem, but they could alleviate the pain.

"Wushuang is not my flesh and blood. She was teary-eyed.

"What?" he didn't believe his ears, wondering whose flesh and blood weren't hers?

"It's my flesh and blood. It's not the blood of the green pine. She said scrambledly, her eyes red from crying.

"Ahh

The more this thing is said, the more evil it becomes, like a suspense novel, which is as troublesome but incomprehensible as a suspense novel. Who is it if it is not Qingsong? She herself has been kept in the dark, and she has never known or doubted the situation for more than ten years? How did she know the truth? All the questions were like a black hole, absorbing all his thoughts.

She handed over a paternity test from her bag, and he swept it roughly, Lu Wushuang and Lu Baisong are 99.99% father-daughter relationship, purer than pure gold.

As the saying goes, "with a blink of an eye, the old chicken woman becomes a duck", it is a scene of magic, an instant loss. is obviously a green pine, but ten years later, he became someone else's heir, and the other person was his best friend Lu Baisong during his lifetime, and no one can accept this cruel and speechless fact.

It is estimated that there are many mysteries in this, like the knots on the rope in ancient times, densely packed. The dead have been liberated, and the living must face and bear it bravely.

"Are you getting more confused the more you look at it?" she said, reaway her tears, for the decoration was boring.

He nodded, waiting for the rest of the day.

"On the evening of the 3rd, I returned from Daming Mountain, I was afraid that it would affect the rest of Wushuang and the second elder, so I parked the car outside the park, and I opened the small door on the garden gate with the help of the street lamp. With a rope around his neck, he shook his head in front of the pillar to greet me, and I touched its head, and it licked my hand a few times.

"My house is a two-row three-story house, which is a private house, originally a suburb, but now a village in the city. There are five rooms before and after, the second floor is more than ten meters apart, the Ming Hall is a color steel structure, there is a roof, it does not go through wind and rain, like a greenhouse, and the second floor communicates through a long corridor.

"One of the rooms on the first floor of the front is a passageway, which leads directly to the Ming Hall and the back room. This house is built in a more foreign style, it is designed by green pine, with European style, it was the best in the village ten years ago, and it is still the best in the village ten years later, but it has been painted with a layer of vicissitudes of time.

"Wushuang and the second elder live on the east side of the back building, I live on the west side of the front building, and there is a room on the east side of the front building that Dongqing lived in when he was there, and it has remained the same since then.

"Usually this house is locked, my grandmother sometimes goes to clean it, and I occasionally take Wushuang to see things and think about people, and remember heaven and earth. Wushuang often asks who lives in this house, and who is the picture in that house? Because she is small, I always prevaricate, afraid that she will be difficult to accept for a while, and tell her the truth when she grows up.

"There is a garden in front of the building, there is a flower platform on the east side, rockery, the spring is very strong, the flowers with the same name as me are blooming brightly, begonias, cherry blossoms are not far behind, the moon show is still gathering momentum, everything is stretching.

"There is a garage on the west side against the fence. I stood in the middle of the garden, looked up and saw the light on the bedroom on the second floor, I looked at the garage, there was a Land Rover parked, it turned out that the stranger had returned, and I had to mention his name. The days he will go home are like the fifteenth of every month, and there are only a handful of days.

"The stairs in my house are separate, and I tiptoe up the stairs to the balcony and appear in the darkness of the balcony. It's not my style, and I want to see what he's doing in the dark, because what I know about him is still a few years ago.

"In recent years, the meeting has only been a formality, he has only come back, and there are only a handful of meetings, and the marriage is in name only, but fortunately, everyone does not interfere with each other, and there is no conflict. Whether he's gambling outside or prostitution, I can rely on it, as long as it doesn't hurt his family.

The door was empty, the light slipped out of the crack, and the Hunan dialect, not like chatting, as if it was a phone call, and I took a few steps closer. The voice is high and low, and sometimes accompanied by walking, although I can't understand it all, after all, I have been with him for a few years, and most of them can still be heard.

It seems to say that his fifth brother is going to have a baby again, and his mother wants him to send money back. He said that there are so many births, there are already three. His mother said that the three female babies have fart use, and they want to give birth to a handle. He said what if it was another circle. His mother said that he would be reborn until he was born with a handle. He is the third in the family, and he is extremely filial to his mother.

As long as there is something at home, and as soon as his mother complains, he wants to send money. More than ten years ago, he was the poorest in his village, and later the richest, he brought glory to his ancestors, and also offered to the people in the village as gods. He is a pillar in his house, an ATM. And we never stopped him from doing anything, and it is not too much to practice filial piety.

"It stands to reason that I'm bored, and I just want to go to another room. The conversation in the room seemed to have shifted, and it had something to do with Musou. His mother said that you are not too young, and it is time to give me a grandson. He said that men and women are the same, and that he has his own opinions on this matter. His mother said that you have a, that child belongs to someone else, what does it have to do with you. He swore it was his, glancing toward the door.

I held my breath and my heart hung in the air, listening intently, afraid of missing something. His mother said that others don't know, but she knows very well that Wushuang is a posthumous child and has nothing to do with you. He was angry and said that Wushuang was his own flesh and blood, the seed he had brought from the mountains. His roaring voice frightened his mother and shocked me.

"Why is Wushuang his child? He doesn't look like he's fooling his mother. This kind of strangeness makes me also have no master, and I don't know what to do.

His mother was silent for a while and said that since it was yours, why didn't you say it earlier. He retorted, "Have you asked? You have never only cared about the glory of your family, have you asked me whether I live or die in the city? You called to ask for money except for your grandson.

"The eldest brother has two girls, the second sister has two girls, the fourth brother has three girls, the fifth brother has three girls, and the sixth sister has just gotten married. Why do you have to raise so many pigs to prevent old age? It's the same as piglets.

"His mother is extremely feudal, saying that the girl is someone else's family, and the incense must be continued, otherwise it will be the last one. Since you have a daughter, why not give birth to a grandson for your mother? He was annoyed and afraid that his mother would complain, so he turned to the child of his fifth brother, who was about to be born.

"I want to kick in the door and ask for clarification, but I don't have to. Besides, it's obviously a green pine, how could it be his, since I gave birth to Wushuang, I have secretly been on the ring, so I have never given birth. Whether what he said was true or not, I secretly did a paternity test and it would be clear.

"I did this appraisal in the past three days, and the fact is as he said, although he was mentally prepared, his mind was still blank, and he was dumbfounded, not knowing what the problem was. I have only mentioned this matter to you, because I don't know how to explain it to the second elder, and I am afraid that they will not be able to bear it. ”

"This identification is certainly true. Are you sure you had the children before marriage, not after marriage?"

"It's true. I wanted to tell Qingsong the good news, but he left for the west. It was because of Wushuang that I made up my mind to stay in the Lu family. I didn't expect Wushuang to be from Qingsong, how do you tell me to bear it?"

"I take the liberty of asking, what did you think of Lu Baisong before?"

"I don't feel anything. Just as he is a buddy of Qingsong, except for saying hello to the other side, he is usually too lazy to take care of him. ”

"It stands to reason that you are intimate with Qingsong, how can you get pregnant with ......" Wen Zhu frowned and said thoughtfully.

Before he finished speaking, Du Juan said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean? Except for that exception before the marriage, I had never had sex with Qingsongdong. Although I am lively, I also keep the bottom line before marriage, and so does Qingsong, never forced, although there is a kiss of the skin, it is also to the end. ”

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to solve the mystery in my heart. Can you elaborate on 'that exception'?" he seemed to have found a breakthrough and used himself as a detective.

"I don't think you're a womanizer either, so it's okay to tell you. At the end of November 95, Qingsong received a big order, which is worth celebrating, and there are only a few people left at the end of a table of people, me, Qingsong, and Baisong. The others were either gone, or drunk, and didn't care much in their own room anyway.

Later, when his mother urged us to put away the table, we went upstairs, and the three of us continued to celebrate upstairs. The main thing is that the two of them drank, I sponsored, and the wine was really poured that night, and the people I accompanied were also drunk, so it is conceivable that they were also very drunk.

"I don't know how I got into bed, in the middle of the night, it seemed that someone was pressing on my body, and I wanted to resist but was powerless. Sooner or later, it was his person, although he had some grievances in his heart, and let him gallop under his vague consciousness. When I woke up in the morning and found Qingsong lying next to me, with a happy face, I packed up and got out of bed. He never mentioned it, and I missed several times in my reservedness the opportunity to ask him. Then I got pregnant. ”

When hearing her say this, Wen Zhu remembered Dong Mei, on the eve of graduating from college, he was drunk and disorderly, made a mistake, and his face was involuntarily red.

"I'm pregnant, why are you blushing?" the cuckoo saw a subtle change in his face.

He touched his slightly hot face and said, "It's nothing." Who is better at drinking?"

"It should be comparable. ”

"If you remember correctly, you should have had a when you were drunk that night. ”

"How is it possible, when I wake up in the morning, Qingsong is by my side. ”

"This is the crux of the matter, but unfortunately Qingsong is gone, and there is no proof of death. ”

"When you say this, I think of the three words 'Lu Baisong' that Qingsong said before he died, which should not be entrustment, but hatred. When he died, his expression was painful and terrifying, and it turned out to be a reference. At that time, sadness hit me, and I didn't pay attention to this at all. In this way, Qingsong was indeed unjustly killed. ”

"Qingsong died unjustly, I can't decide. You'd better keep your life history secret, and I'll definitely help you find out. If you don't mind, I think I'll have to ask Zhao Dongsheng, Zeng Xiaoqian and their father to get involved. ”

"Qingsong has been unjustly killed for more than ten years, and I still care about my reputation?"