Shrouded in mist, the faint morning sun slowly pours through the overlapping hills on this peaceful country town. The cold morning breeze penetrated into the bones with a trace of cold air, Song Ru lowered my head and glanced at the time, it was half past six in the morning.

Chu Yu was still asleep when she got up from bed, and she didn't notice any movement at all, Song Ru and I hurriedly left a note and left. She took advantage of the early morning to walk all the way to the door of the house, and the turmeric 'color' light covered the old house, making people feel that there was nothing alive, and the time passed calmly and slowly.

Song Ru I drove away the car she brought with Sheng Yang at the beginning, the sound of the car "buzzing" was particularly clear in the quiet early morning, Song Ru I took one last look at the house where I spent every minute and every second in my youth, and then left with one foot on the oil 'door'.

Yuan Lang was buried behind him on a hill in the easternmost part of Eastern Wu. In the end, Yuan Min 'spent' a lot of money to find a good place for his brother. That mountain is the best place for incense in the whole Dongwu, and later became the landmark 'sex' building of Dongwu, and the road up the mountain is occupied by all kinds of hawkers, and some even ask for sky-high prices.

Song Rume, who returned to Soochow six years later, went to sweep Yuan Lang's tomb and now needs a 'door' ticket. Sixty yuan a piece, Song Ru and I are also a group of people who went up the mountain very early, and there were already many people at eight o'clock in the morning.

In fact, they are not confident enough, so they need sustenance, and the Buddhist culture with a long history provides a very good place for these people who need sustenance. Song Ru I have been abroad for many years, and when I was very helpless, I also prayed countless times, but in the end I still relied on myself, and now I no longer believe in many things.

In the early morning, it was even colder in the mountains, so Song Ru and I wrapped my clothes tightly and kept moving forward with my head down. In fact, it doesn't take long to go up the mountain, if you don't buy anything, you can go up the mountain directly, and you can reach the top of the mountain in 20 minutes. Song Ru and I kept my head down all the way, and when I met someone, I let Yi let me continue to move forward, so I arrived at the top of the mountain before nine o'clock.

The temple on the top of the hill that was almost unattended many years ago has been well rebuilt, and there are even a lot of people inside. Song Ru glanced at me, in the morning, there was a little monk sweeping the floor in the temple, there were not many people, but it was quiet.

She soon walked through the temple, and after passing through a small bamboo forest, she reached the cemetery. Over the years, the people of Dongwu probably know this treasure land of feng shui, the cemetery has been taken care of very well, Song Ru I found Yuan Lang's tombstone, gently wiped the old photos, slowly knelt down, kowtowed three times.

"Dad, thank you for taking me in." Song Ru made up his mind: "But I hurt you." ”

Money is the most hurtful weapon in the world, Li Mubai's mother humiliated her for this reason, and Sheng Congsu played with her in the palm of her hand for this reason. And her adoptive father Yuan Lang almost died for this reason.

Song Ru and I learned long after Yuan Lang's death that she was not Yuan Lang's biological 'daughter', Yuan Lang just adopted her and brought her to Busang to be raised. And the poor little family, because Yuan Lang adopted Song Rume, has an annual income of 100,000 pounds, which is almost a huge amount of money in those days, and the child support will be paid into Yuan Lang's account on time every Christmas.

And this money disappeared after Yuan Lang's death, and if it weren't for Song Ru and I later learned the truth in London, she wouldn't even know that there was a deposit of this money. So she had doubts about the cause of Yuan Lang's death from that time.

This is another reason why she returned to Bousan in the first place. Eighteen-year-old Song Ru may be simple to me, but now she must doubt her after those difficult years.

In the silent cemetery, the morning sun was full of Song Rume, she looked at Yuan Lang who was smiling gently in the photo, and suddenly felt uncomfortable, and tears flowed down first.

"Dad, I'm so tired......"

"In fact, in those years abroad, I have long recognized the facts, and I know that even if I return to Busang, I will not be able to fight Sheng Congsu."

"But after all, I was unwilling, I asked him for the last time yesterday, and he was really related to Ji Fan's death. He deceived people too much, he is not satisfied with my current appearance, but he wants to hurt innocent people, new hatred and old hatred, how can I swallow that breath? ”

In a quiet environment, only Song Ru's words swirled back and forth, she cried and laughed, knelt with sore legs, and babbled a lot of words.

It wasn't until noon that she stood up, and by that time the sound of many people talking in the temple in front of her, and even the sound of tourists ringing the bell.

"Buzz...... Buzz...... "The echo sounded through the valley, and Song Ru was covered by someone before I came out."

The man restrained her from behind, and she didn't even see who it was, and she was pushed down the hill at once.

The humming of bells and drums slowly drifted into the air, and no one heard Song Ru's shout. The location of the cemetery was originally in the back mountain, and no one was missing now.

Day and night, day and night, Sheng Congsu only woke up from the 'bed' of the Soochow People's Hospital at nearly six o'clock in the evening.

When Sheng Quan came, he was already delirious, and when he sent it over, he was burned, and he was talking nonsense. Sheng Quan knew who he was screaming for, he thought that the two of them were going to reconcile, but he didn't expect to be like this again, he felt that it was necessary to deal with it coldly, so he didn't follow the meaning of Sheng Congsu in the coma to 'squeeze' to disturb Song Rume.

Sheng Congsu was discharged from the hospital at seven o'clock in the evening, and then Song Ru disappeared.

When the night came, the town was still quiet and serene, Sheng Congsu stayed in Song Ru's home, he was cold, he almost couldn't believe it, he lost his mind for the first time, and called Song Ru me over and over again.

No one answered, and finally the phone was shut down. Her car was found at the foot of the mountain, but no one was found. Sheng Quan transferred people from Busang, and directly dispatched the Dongwu police to find him overnight through Guò Nanmu City.

"I'm going to hate you for the rest of my life."

Song Ru's resolute words are still in my ears, but, you see, this is not the case in a lifetime, how long has it been, and this is definitely not a lifetime.

Sheng Congsu also drove the car, Sheng Quan followed behind him, he knew that although Sheng Congsu didn't say anything at this moment, his face was still calm like water, but I was afraid that there were already 'waves' behind it.

Six years ago, Song Ru and I escaped from the Sheng family's villa, Sheng Congsu almost lifted the entire Busang, at that time he was young, and he was even more reckless in doing things, Sheng Congsu was so angry that he almost killed Li Mubai.

If you can't find it, it's hard to think about it. Sheng Quan was worried that if he did it again, how many people would have to be tossed. What's more, this time, Song Ru didn't look like he was fleeing, but more like he was killed.

"Ah Quan, how many years have you been with me?"

Sheng Quanyi, who was in the driver's seat, was smart: "It should be more than 20 years." I came to the Sheng family when I was three years old, and I have been until now. ”

Sheng Congsu seemed to ponder for a moment, and then he asked, "Am I despicable?" ”

"The Seventh Son......"

"I hurt her to the point where heaven can't tolerate it, so God can't see it."

God is going to take her away, away from him as a villain.

"Seventh Prince, you can't think like that, Madam will definitely be fine."

Sheng Congsu heard this, just lowered his head, he suddenly smiled slightly bitterly, and in a almost inaudible voice, he seemed to be asking others and as if he was asking himself.

"How long is a lifetime? Is this a lifetime? ”

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