"The project investment needs 50 million!" Fang Yao had no obstacles in his heart now, and boldly responded.

Fang Zhengqi did not immediately agree, but stood up and took out a thick photo album from the drawer of his desk. Fang Yao leaned over and flipped through the photo album, and the photos in it were all photos of the scenery of Nanshan.

Fang Yao laughed incredulously, "How could Dad have these photos?" ”

"Hehehe...... In fact, many years ago, my father wanted to engage in tourism in the Nanshan area, but then your Uncle Hu had an accident, so he didn't develop it again. ”

Fang Yao flipped through the photo album, and suddenly a familiar face came into view, it was a photo of Hu Weikun and Fang Zhengqi before his death. Continue to flip, and each of the next photos records the image of Hu Weikun during his lifetime.

Fang Zhengqi lit a cigarette and came to the window of the study, the corners of his eyes filled with tears, "At that time, we inspected the Nanshan area for nearly two weeks, and the original project was decided to be finalized after the construction period, and let Lao Hu be responsible for planning ......"

Suddenly paused as he spoke, Fang Zhengqi stuffed the cigarette into his mouth and took a hard puff, "Who knows...... Hehehe...... "The words did not continue.

Seeing him smile bitterly, Fang Yao shook his head vigorously, put down the album and hurriedly walked over, "Dad... Don't be like this, Uncle Hu won't be happy to see you like this in the Spirit of Heaven. ”

Fang Zhengqi sorted out his feelings, returned to his desk, closed the album, pushed it in front of Fang Yao and smiled, "Give this to the person it really belongs to." In addition, a few more checks were taken out of the wallet of the album.

"There is a total of 100 million here, half of my money will be used by you for project investment, and half of it will be considered the blessing given to you by my father."

Fang Yao's hot tears immediately burst out of his eyes, and he hugged Fang Zhengqi's arms tightly, crying loudly. "Thank you Dad, thank you Dad......"

At this moment, Fang Yao didn't feel any joy after asking for money, nor did she have the slightest joy of Fang Zhengqi's fulfillment of her marriage to Yang Zifeng. Although there are 50 million more, my heart hurts like being cut by a knife.

What is Fatherly Love? a kind of love that only asks for the right person, arranges all kinds of blind dates, and does not take feelings seriously; A kind of love that only condemns harshly, never reverses black and white, and dismisses it.

At this moment, all the rights and wrongs of the past were condensed into the deepest guilt of Fang Zhengqi in Fang Yao's heart, and with the tears, little by little, they reunited into a new recognition of Zheng Qi. Only then did I realize my father's love, and my love was the same as before, and it never changed.

Fang Zhengqi gently patted Fang Yao's back, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were in an uproar, "Okay, okay...... Don't cry, Xiao Yang is a good boy, give you to her, don't worry, Dad! Dad believes that you can do this project well. ”

Fang Yao finally stabilized, her eyes were already crying like lanterns, she trembled from time to time, looked down at the check on the table and did not nod or answer.

Fang Zhengqi sighed lightly and looked at Fang Yao with a smile, "Lao Hu can't help me complete this project, now that Dad has handed him over to you, you and Xiao Yang must take advantage of the opportunity!" Dad is old, and I have fulfilled this wish. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the door, laughing as he walked, leaving Fang Yao alone in the study.

The October weather was dry and thin, and Zhang Cheng was driving the car on his way home, when a cool breeze blew in through the car window, and he couldn't help but shiver. Every time I pass by the pasture, my eyes will inadvertently sweep to the olive tree...

Today......

Zhang Cheng hurriedly stopped the car and looked intently at the olive tree in the distance of the ranch, because under that tree, a fire was burning, and if he looked closely, there seemed to be a figure in the shadow.

It's so late, who's going to light a fire over there? Zhang Cheng swung the steering wheel and drove the car over, and as the car got closer and closer, the lights became brighter and brighter, and an artificially raised fire was burning vigorously.

Just as Zhang Cheng was staring at the fire, suddenly a human-shaped piece of paper floated over from the other side of the tree trunk, which happened to enter Zhang Cheng's line of sight, and Zhang Cheng screamed in fright.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I took a serious look and found that it was a paper-cut that was painted in the shape of a human, which was hung on a tree with a thin rope, and the bonfire under the tree was lit, and the paper figures on the tree were fluttering.

Zhang Cheng didn't think much about it, and was about to reverse the car and turn back, when a gust of wind blew, and the paper man was blown straight around, just when the breeze dissipated and the paper man slowly turned back, Zhang Cheng seemed to find that there were words on the back of the paper man!

Intense curiosity finally overcame fear, lit a cigarette, and boldly got out of the car and walked towards the paper figure. He didn't dare to look directly at the facial features of the paper figure, because the outline was too clear, especially the mouth, no matter which angle he looked at, he could feel its weird smile.

Zhang Cheng pushed his glasses up, and the bonfire generated two flames on the thick lenses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his trembling hand and gently pulled the paper figure down. With the help of the light of the bonfire and the car lights, I can clearly and carefully see the text on the back of the paper figure.

"The night is cold, the moon is lonely, and there is nowhere to talk about sadness; The husband is well, the son thinks about it, and wishes his wife to return home. ”

At this time, Zhang Cheng's hands trembled even more, which ...... It's clear that someone is summoning spirits.

Zhang Cheng held back the extreme fear in his heart, held his breath and calmly hung the paper figure back to its original place, turned around and ran quickly to the car...... That's when something even more terrible happened.

Just as Zhang Cheng returned to the car and was about to open the door and get into the car to leave, a hand was held on the door handle almost at the same time as him, Zhang Cheng suddenly withdrew his hand and fell to the ground with a wild scream.

It was a man, a man in his 40s, wearing a leather wallet, with dry and rough hair that reached the base of his neck, and staring at Zhang Cheng without a trace of expression on his face.

Zhang Cheng looked back at the bonfire and the paper figure again, turned his head tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, I hope you can forgive me. ”

The man didn't pay much attention to Zhang Cheng's words, but walked to the bonfire and sat down, took out a wine bag from the inner pocket of his clothes, and drank the wine in silence, revealing a faint sadness in his cold eyes.

Zhang Cheng's fear was also slowly alleviated, seeing that the man was indifferent, he wanted to stop talking, and he really didn't know what else to say. The man finally put down the wine bag on his mouth, wiped his mouth and looked at Zhang Cheng.

"If you want to go, hurry up, if you don't go, sit for a while, why do you keep standing."

Zhang Cheng smiled at the man with difficulty, and finally felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, thinking that he had disturbed the peace of others, and if he wanted to leave like this now, it would be a bit unreasonable.

"Uh...... I...... Hehehe......" Zhang Cheng smirked and sat down by the bonfire together.

"Do you ever feel that I would be uncomfortable when your headlights shine on me like this?"

Zhang Cheng hurriedly took out the remote control of the car, turned off the car, and finally, there was silence all around, only the crackling sound of the fire burning from time to time and the sound of paper figures swaying in the wind.

As soon as Qiē became natural, Zhang Cheng was no longer restrained, and took the initiative to open his mouth first. "You...... Waiting for your wife? ”

The man was drinking, and when he heard Zhang Cheng ask, the wine bag in his hand was thrown off his mouth vigorously, and a string of wine hit the ground along his chin.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry! You just didn't ask me anything. ”

Unexpectedly, the man was not angry, and handed the wine in front of Zhang Cheng, Zhang Cheng looked at the wine bag, and his mood became uncertain. The man saw that Zhang Cheng didn't appreciate it very much, thinking that it was a cleanliness fetish, so he put the mouth of the wine bag on his clothes and rubbed it back and forth a few times, and handed it to Zhang Cheng again.

"Drink one!"

In this situation, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to be respectful and obey his fate, took the wine bag, closed his eyes and took a big sip fiercely, and suddenly felt a burst of heat in his chest.