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The Zimu Gu in the glass bottle was already soaked in a pool of blood, motionless.

She finally took this step.

Su Li looked at her in a daze, she understood Zhu Yan's life so easily in this life, which made her feel extremely unreal, maybe when she let Su Zipei go down the Yellow Spring again, it wouldn't feel much better.

knew that there was no answer, but she still couldn't help but think about it, and couldn't help but be confused. When she completes all her revenge and helps Ling Li complete the big thing, her way back ...... Where is it?

A few days later, it was the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

There was a light snow in the sky, and every household was lit up, busy with a reunion dinner, and looking at the sky full of joy during the day.

Ruixue is a good year, and the next year will be much better.

On this day, it is also the day of ancestor worship, Dongfang Rui changed into solemn clothes early in the morning and entered the palace to participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the Dongfang family, while Su Li went to the Osmanthus Forest Courtyard in Wu Bin.

Repulsed everyone, Su Li knelt alone in front of the tombstone, the yellow paper in his hand added to the fire, and the sky was full of flying ash and snow falling.

"Mother, before I know it, I've been back for the third year."

Su Li smiled faintly, and there was warmth in her eyes, as if what she was in front of was not a tombstone, but a living person.

"The child in this life is much better than in the previous life, and he can come to your grave to talk to you, and he does not hurt his father. The only thing that bothered me was Ling Li. ”

"The child never thought that one day, he would take the initiative to pursue the child, and he never thought that after the child refused again and again, he just smiled, continued to work hard, and never gave up."

"Son, I don't want to see his face more and more lost......"

"Mother, what should I do?"

"If you know something, give the child a hint."

Su Li took a deep breath, took out a copper coin from the money bag, held it in the palm of his hand, and said in a low voice: "If it is literal, then the mother is to let the child let go of everything and go with the flow." If it's literal, then let the child ...... Keep being stubborn. ”

Bite!!

The copper coin flew into the air, Su Li looked up, his eyes were full of wind with fine snow, and the copper coin was also blown off and fell off the cliff.

Su Li's eyes narrowed slightly, his feet stomped on the ground, and he flew into a fallen leaf, and then fell into the cliff.

In the osmanthus forest full of dead branches, it is barren as far as the eye can see.

Su Li walked quietly in the forest, stepping on the dead branches and rotting leaves, crunching, to show her sincerity, she did not use her spiritual sense to lock the copper coin, only used a pair of eyes to find it. However, with her innate eyesight, even without her spiritual sense, she quickly found the copper coin that fell on the thick branch.

Is that......

Su Li flew up and took off the copper coin, and opened his palm.

"Great! Letter! Open! Treasure! ”

Literally!

Su Li's nervous face suddenly relaxed, as if he had won a battle with a strong enemy, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, not struggling between right and wrong.

"Thank you, mother."

In the ancestral ancestral hall of the Ling family, Gu Taijun held incense in his hand and stood in front of the spirit card.

Behind him, Qiu Meng, Ling Ping, Ling Li, and Ling Qinglan were all in the house, and they went forward in turn to bow down, and even Ling Li was helped by Ling Qinglan to kneel down from the wheelchair, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

After the ceremony was completed, Gu Taijun inserted the incense into the incense burner, and sighed softly full of loneliness, "Meng'er, go down with them, let the old body stay alone for a while." ”

"Yes, mother."

Qiu Meng put away the faint sadness in his eyes and led everyone out of the ancestral shrine.

Every year in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, it is not a happy event for the Ling family, some are just the sadness of paying tribute to the loved ones, Gu Taijun personally sent away her husband, son, and grandson, and no one knows what she feels in her heart.

When the snow stopped, the yard was white, and the white flowers that fell on the branches seemed to be in full bloom, and the end was beautiful.

Ling Ping pushed Ling Li's wheelchair and walked in the courtyard, but there was a bit of pain and longing in his eyes at the moment, and he tried his best to speak in a flat tone: "Brother Li, do you remember the eldest brother?" ”

Ling Li was slightly stunned, and a handsome and generous young man's smile flashed in front of him, and he immediately nodded lightly and grinned: "Naturally remember, second brother, don't look at my young age at the time, but my memory is very good." ”

That year, the eldest brother was seventeen years old, the second brother was twelve years old, and he was only eight years old.

That year, he met the old guy of the Hidden Demon Sect and took over the Hidden Demon Sect, protecting his second brother from being victimized by traitors.

"It's been eight years, and time flies."

Ling Ping grabbed the snow on the side of the road, formed a ball, and smiled on his face, but his voice was dry, "When the three of us brothers were naughty, they were the most powerful big brothers. Every year to worship our ancestors, they secretly bring us here for snowball fights. When my father found out, I couldn't avoid a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots, but the eldest brother didn't change his teachings, and we followed him every time, and we never got tired of it......"

Ling Li was silent, he came with memories, every time he was dragged by his eldest brother to have a snowball fight, he was disdainful in his heart, but he didn't expect that the memories at that time had become beautiful that can only be remembered now.

"Leaving my brother, second brother...... Impotent! ”

Ling Ping knelt down abruptly, crying silently.

Everyone in the Ling family knew that there was a ghost in it, but no one dared to investigate it further, he wanted to follow the clues several times, and encountered several life and death crises, each time it was the forces that secretly protected him to save him, and warned him that his strength was insufficient, so don't act rashly.

He's still too weak!

"Second Brother ......"

Ling Li's expression was complicated, he stretched out his hand and gently hugged the general who was crying like a child, and said in a gentle voice, "Second brother, compared to me, you are already very powerful, you can support the Ling family alone, if it weren't for you, the Ling family would have ceased to exist a long time ago." ”

Light snow fell in the sky again, and the picture fell silent.

Qiu Meng, who was hiding outside the courtyard gate, covered her face, her nose was sour, but she didn't shed tears, she was the mistress of the Ling family, she was stronger than anyone else.

At the reunion table, laughter and laughter seemed to be no longer sad.

After dinner, Ling Qinglan said that she would stay for one night, and after going back to the courtyard for a turn, she left the Ling Mansion with a basket of paper money.

"Young Master, do you want to go with me?"

Ling Mo immediately came to report, Ling Li shook his head slightly, took a sip of fire wine, and looked slightly drunk, "No, I know who he went to." ”

The night was dark, and at this moment every family had fallen asleep, but there was still a light on the desolate grave.

In front of a tombstone made of marble, there was a table of sumptuous wine and food, and at this moment the wine was cold, and the food was cold, but the people did not leave.

Chen Gong leaned against the tombstone and stroked his upper face, as if he were caressing his lover's cheek.

Every year, he spends his reunion night like this.

"Jun'er, it's almost over, you wait for me for a while, and I'll come down to find you right away."

The muttering of a low male voice fell into Ling Qinglan's ears, who shook his head slightly, walked to the tombstone, and added a handful of paper money to the fire that was about to be extinguished.

"Let's talk about fourteen years ago."