The abrupt slap and the unwilling 'forgiveness' sound were so harsh. When the angry old man Zhou, trembling, pointed to Zhou Die who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted the word 'roll' for the second time, this once prominent 'goddess' did not have the sadness and resolute face just now, she was still wet with rain, and she pursed the corners of her mouth, and never said a word again.

The son of the Zhou family, who quickly came up, supported his father who was shaking, glared angrily at Zhou Die, who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted loudly:

"You are ashamed, aren't you ashamed? Don't you know the relationship between our family and the Nalan family back then? As a degraded person, and as a degraded entire Zhou family, do you still have the face to intercede with our father?" Hearing his eldest brother's words, Zhou Die's eyes looked at the front with deep eyes, he was silent for a while, and said word by word:

"I'm just a woman, I don't understand power struggles, and I don't want to be a part of it. I just want Zhongcheng to have a complete home, even if his father doesn't come home often. ”

"Slap ......" This time it was the angry Boss Zhou who went up to slap her, and his hand strength was more vicious than that of the old man.

Zhou Die, who slowly turned his head sideways, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at his eldest brother, and smiled indifferently. To continue:

"As a woman, as a mother, I'm not wrong. I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of......"

"Close the door, close the door, I don't want to see this son of a bad again, close the door...... cough cough ......" Still dissuaded by the old woman, Old Man Zhou was still panting and shouting...... I only heard a loud 'bang', and the red door that was originally open slammed shut.

The autumn thunder arrived, and the raindrops, like pearls with broken threads, smashed into the land of Kyoto. The cold autumn wind couldn't blow the petite figure who was resolutely kneeling on the ground, and the carefully groomed hair was soaked by the rain at this time.

In the alley full of rainwater, the sound of water flowing, the raindrops the size of beans smashed the waterlogged ground, converging into an endless stream of water, flowing towards the sewer outside the alley......

Obviously, the continuous dripping rain makes the depression in front of the alley difficult to walk, and the refreshed wheels washed by the rain stop straight here.

The black Audi is so inconspicuous, 'crackling', and the sound of hitting the window is also so harsh. Xiao Shan, who was close to the back window, held the corner of her mouth with one hand, and the crystal tears slipped down like this uninterrupted raindrop. Xu Feifei, who was sitting next to her, took out a few tissues and handed them to her, Xiao Shan, who did not pick them up, muttered:

"Women are smart sometimes, but women ...... Sometimes it's silly. The stupid makes people pity, and the stupid makes people feel painful. After saying this, Xiao Shan, who sucked the tip of her nose sharply, took the tissue handed over by Xu Feifei and wiped her tears, while Xu Feifei, who had been sitting there without saying a word, asked cautiously:

"Godmother, she knew that Old Man Zhou would refuse, and if she came, she would bring humiliation on herself, so why is she still kneeling there stupidly, I ......"

"She is just a woman, and the greatest happiness of a woman is her man, her child, and her peace. Even if Old Man Zhou slapped her and her language was so vicious, she was his favorite little daughter after all...... Her kneeling, her slap, is to redeem her life for Changkong, even if the Nalan family loses, the body is incomplete. Old man Zhou, for the sake of his youngest daughter, for the sake of his unmasked grandson, will not be killed.

A woman doesn't understand politics, nor does she understand power and strategy, she just wants to have a home, a complete home. She is very smart, but she is also very stupid, and she has been with Changkong for twenty years behind her. From the peerless elegance to the old pearl yellow. Fei Fei, I'm not as good as her, if it's me, I can't do it. After saying this, Xiao Shan wiped the tears from her eyes and waved her hand to drive.

Xu Feifei, who saw this scene, couldn't help but glance at her through the hazy window when the car had just started, and for some reason, in an instant, she finally understood why her sister Zhang had been waiting for that man for so many years.

"Godmother, what about her now?"

"Even if I go back to Nalan's house, it won't be my turn to pick it up. After saying this, Xiao Shan, who was lying on the cushion, closed her eyes tightly, and tears the size of beans flowed from the corners of her eyes that she had just wiped.

The autumn rain dripped down the eaves and fell into the courtyard, and the old lady with a cane in both hands looked at the hazy sky and did not speak for a long time. Uncle Wei, who was standing beside him respectfully, waited for her reply, while Mother Wu, who was supporting the old lady, looked at the old man deeply.

"Xiumei, I have to go back to the Northern Province. Three days at the least, five days at the most, and I returned. ”

"Aunt, no need, Shuyuan's side, I'll ......" Hearing this, the old lady shook her arm lightly and said softly:

"I didn't come to Hong Kong for Miss Chen, he had Zhonglei to pick you up, and I came to take you home. But now, there is a silly kid who needs me to intervene myself...... Changhe, prepare the car, and go back to the northern province. Hearing this, Uncle Wei suddenly straightened up, and after a 'hmm', he walked through the rain curtain and walked towards the car parked in the courtyard.

Towering walls, full of power grids, layers of vigilant armed police, all loaded with guns. The prison on the outskirts of Kyoto was holding an important person, and the atmosphere was a little more tense than usual. A black car, parked in front of the prison gate, hurriedly got out of the compartment, an old man. In his early seventies, he has a childish face......

The old man who passed through a steel cell door and reached the bottom stroked the thumb-thick solid steel pipe from time to time, smiled indifferently and shook his head slightly......

The "......squeak" of the cell door was slammed open from the outside. Second Master Nalan, who was originally sitting inside and reading a book, turned his head sideways, and when he saw this old man, he shouted with a bright smile:

"Uncle Qiao, why do you have time to come and sit with me today?" Old Man Qiao, who did not directly answer the other party's words, picked up the book that Second Master Nalan was reading.

"Diamond Sutra?" After silently reciting the title of the book, he looked up at the second master of Nalan and said with a smile:

"A few years ago, if you were so sexual, you would have been six dark energies a long time ago. Hearing this, Second Master Nalan grinned, and when he looked up, he said softly:

"The bunny is back?"

"Already on the way. The girl of the Zhou family has gone home......" Hearing this, the smile on the face of the second master of Nalan suddenly froze there.

"Kneeling for seventeen hours, anemic, qi deficiency. Fainted......"

"Bang ......" Suddenly, the only wooden table in the whole room was slapped down by the second master of Nalan, and the arrogance of the people came from his body. Old Man Qiao, who didn't pay attention to the other party's anger, continued:

"The old lady has returned to Northern Province, and she asked me to transfer a message to you. A qiē will be undertaken according to the highest etiquette. After saying this, Old Man Qiao turned around and left without dragging his feet, and Second Master Nalan, who was standing in place, trembled and shed rare tears.

October 26, September 22 of the lunar calendar, taboo: enter the house, enter the market. Appropriate: Sacrifice, flat road and Tu.

The little daughter of the Zhou family, who had not returned for 20 years, knelt at the red door until she fainted. Xiao Zhuge shed tears in the carriage, ashamed of himself! The old lady of Nalan, who was far away in the port city, hurried back to the north. And on this day, Nalan Dashao, who drove home from the northwest, went straight to Kyoto.