When you arrive in the countryside. It was past twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhen Yang drove very slowly. The main thing is that his most important people are in the car. So he became a cautious driver.

Had dinner in a restaurant in town. And then. before driving back to the village.

Over here. It used to be the place of Zhenyang's nightmare. In a sharp bend that was washed away after a clear fall into the water. He had a brief period of absence. The heart-rending pain. Still can't be erased from the bottom of my heart.

Zhang Zijing also hated this river for a while. The river. Took away her husband. Twice took away her daughter. But daughters are always lucky. Both times I came back safely. But her disgust and fear of the river. It's already deep in the bone marrow. Now just a glance. I felt my heart beating. Sweaty palms.

Only clear. The face looks calm. But. Maybe only she knows. The river. What a pain it had brought her. She's here with her own eyes. Watch Mu Yi go down step by step. And then. The river flooded him. Took him away.

The vacant land where Mu Yi's body was once stopped still exists. There. I erected a rudimentary scaffolding. Heavy rain in the mishaps. Five-year-old her. Helpless, he was pulled to the bed of the scaffolding. Look at Mu Yi's swollen face.

"Mom. That's where you used to grow up. How nice. And the river to swim in." The young and ignorant Dabao crouched in front of the car window. Quietly gazing at the bend of the river.

The three adults were silent. Zhang Zijing hugged Dabao. The eyes are gloomy.

The car quickly left there. Stop in front of a small shop on the road.

The car can't get into the village. The car had to be parked here and walk for about ten minutes to get back home.

Over here. Minglang's name is Mu Zhen. And only here. Only then would she feel that Mu Zhen really existed.

Zhang Zijing held Dabao Xiaobei's hand. Zhen Yang held Minglang's hand. Embark on the country road home.

It used to be a pure town. Although it is not completely rural. But the rustic flavor of the countryside still exists. The paddy fields are harvested. Only clusters of straw roots protrude from the fields. There are farmers in the neighborhood who lead old cattle out to graze. Winter in Nanyue. Clammy. But it's still alive and well.

Dabao Xiaobei has never seen a real scalper. He had always thought that cows were the same as cows on his American farm. So. Both of them asked curiously, "This Chinese cow. It's all variants, right? Why is it so tall and mighty. My skin is tanned."

"Where is it dark. It's clearly yellow." Becky corrected. And. It's not much taller than a cow. It's all the same." Becky went to milk. But Dabao hates the smell of milk. So never go to help.

Zhang Zijing smiled: "This cow is also a kind of cattle. It's just that they have a different division of labor. Dabao Xiaobei has seen cows."

"I've seen it. We went to the farm to milk cows when we were in the United States. But Dabao doesn't do it. Dabao was kicked by a cow over Xiao Zhou Zhou. So he doesn't go milking cows." Xiao Beidao.

Dabao said angrily: "Nonsense. Who has been kicked. I hate the smell."

"Words. You talk about these things. How could I not know." Minglang turned his head and squinted at them.

Dabao said: "Uncle Orangutan took us there."

Zhen Yang asked, "Who is Uncle Orangutan?"

"It's Uncle Orangutan. He often comes to our house." Xiao Beidao.

"Comes often. Why do you come so often?" Zhen Yang glanced at Ming Lang lightly.

"As soon as I came, I pulled my mother into the room. Then the two didn't know what to do in the room either. Noisy and noisy. And then it didn't take long. Uncle Orangutan is sleeping at our house." Dabaodao.

Zhen Yang listened. The hair is going to stand on end. Squinting his eyes and asking dangerously." What is the situation that Dabao is talking about? What are you doing with the door closed? Why should he sleep in your house."

Minglang turned his head and glared at Dabao Xiaobei. You don't know, don't talk nonsense." She explained, "Uncle Orangutan is Liang Fengxing. Have a girlfriend. He is now the acting president of Juntang. There was a time when the company was particularly busy. I don't have time to worry about the company. So for this he lost his temper. Every day after an all-nighter, they would come to my house and have a tantrum with me. After losing my temper, I was very tired and slept in my house. There is nothing special about it."

"There's no need to stress about having a girlfriend." Zhen Yang said lightly. Keep your distance from him. You're all a man with a husband. The other men should at least keep a distance of three feet from you."

"What about you. whether your request also applies to you." Ming Lang retorted.

"Of course." Zhen Yang said with a serious face: "I will also keep a distance of three feet from all men."

"Get out." Minglang gave him a push.

Zhang Zijing heard a little bit of the truth. I was a little surprised and asked Minglang." You just said that Liang Fengxing, the president of the Jun Tang Dynasty. You know him."

"Uncle Orangutan is Mom's slave. He said that his mother was an evil capitalist. exploit his labor." Dabao interjected.

"Nonsense." Bright and unpleasant.

Zhang Zijing was stunned. There is only one Juntang Group in the United States. And the president of Juntang Group is Tang Riyue ......"

"Tang Riyue is my mother's fake name. Mom has a lot of fake names." Xiaobei sighed: "Uncle Orangutan said that Mom has done too many bad things. So use a lot of fake names. lest people trouble her."

A pop of chestnuts sounded on Becky's head. Xiaobei covered her head with a whimper. Dabao sneered and laughed. Gloating at Becky." Makes you talk nonsense. It's cool." Becky glared at him angrily.

The chestnut also exploded on the top of Dabao's head. Dabao jumped up." I didn't say the wrong thing. Why hit me?"

"There's no reason. I've got itchy hands." Bright face expressionless.

There is a reason for this, and there is a reason for this. There is no reason this is a capital offense. Unsolvable. It can only be taken alive.

Compared to the grievances of the twins. Zhang Zijing's heart was shocked. Her daughter. He is the president of Juntang. That Jun Tang's founder, Ming, is not her. Died four years ago. She happened to disappear just four years ago. The timing is right.

A wave of pride and pride rises in the bottom of my heart. Zhang Zijing said softly: "You are very capable."

Praise for Zhang Zijing. Ming Lang thought he would be indifferent. Because. There are many, many people who have complimented her. The words of praise are also gorgeous. The basic praise should not have a ripple in her heart. But she had a strange feeling in her heart. The chest was suddenly full of excitement. The circles under his eyes suddenly turned red at that moment.

Zhen Yang reached out and grabbed Minglang's shoulder. Smiled: "Married her. I can eat soft rice with all my name."

"Don't have a face." Minglang slapped him lightly in the handsome face carved by his axe." All assets of the company. It's all for Zijun."

"Zijun is arrogant. He doesn't necessarily want what you give him." Zhen Yang thought of the gentle and heroic man. Between his eyebrows, you can see his adoration for Minglang. In addition to worship. There should be one more thing. That's the thing. determines his state of mind.

"Whether he wants it or not is his business." In a clear heart. Although Zijun is not her biological brother. But the days of life and death depend on each other. She kept it in her heart. So for her. Zijun has already outperformed his own brother.

"You're too incompetent to think of Zijun. If he wants to. Lay down an industry with bare hands. It's not impossible. In this matter. You don't take a radical attitude." Zhen Yang was worried for a day. The siblings will turn against each other because of this.

Minglang said: "I promised his father. Take good care of him."

"Weigh it up for yourself. The younger brother is your own. You know his character better than I do." Zhen Yang didn't want to say more. Otherwise, it will make people think that he has the intention to covet her property.

"Hmm." Mingliang responded lightly. And he was silent. In fact, she always knew that Zijun was unwilling to ask Jun Tang. All these years at her strong request. He's just willing to make a name. I'd rather let Liang Fengxing take care of the company's affairs. She knew he had pride in his heart. I also believe that he can do something about it. But. Just like every parent in China. I hope to arrange a future life path for my children. So that they don't suffer too many twists and turns and bumps in the process. She is the same way. I don't want to see Zijun get hurt by frustration.

Zhang Zijing said: "I have the opportunity to introduce this child named Zijun."

"Hmm." Minglang nodded.

"Thank you adoptive father. He raised my children for me. Make her such a wonderful person." Zhang Zijing's tone was not without gratitude.

Bright and silent. She was never grateful to Tang Junshan. She even preferred that Tang Junshan hadn't appeared at the beginning. So. Follow her growth trajectory. She may have grown up in an urban village. Find an ordinary job. Marry an ordinary husband. No need to get your hands bloody. Even I sometimes hate myself.

A person's life. Actually, it really doesn't need to be too vigorous. Ordinary and stable. It is the greatest happiness in life. Rich and rich. What you get is not necessarily joy.

Those days. She has seen the darkness and cruelty of the world. And because of this. She didn't even dare to contact her grandfather. Ah Gong and the people she knew in the United States. There is a world of difference. Ah Gong is as pure as snow. Even remembered. She will feel dirty.

Entered the village. Someone greeted Zhang Zijing. Although she has not lived in this place for a long time. But many people in the village know her.

Zhang Zijing also greeted people one by one. Minglang actually wants to ask. At the beginning, she was a proud woman of the sky. Why would you like to marry Mu Yi and then live with him in this old town.

Actually, maybe you don't need to ask. She herself knows the answer. That is, Zhang Zijing must have been in love with Mu Yi at the beginning. Love. But there is a lack of trust. It can be seen that two people get along. Love is needed. But trust is more important.

Mu Zhen's grandfather sat on a small bench at the door, wrapped in a gray cotton coat. A fire cage is warm in his hand. His eyes glazed over. I saw someone coming. He only raised his head slightly. To be seen is Zhang Zijing. He didn't show joy or sadness. He only looked at her with cloudy and dull eyes.

But. When his eyes fell on Xiaobei's face beside Zhang Zijing. The whole person was shocked. The fire cage in his hand fell to the ground with a pop. Lips quivered a few times. Cloudy tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.