After Su Musha left the prison, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and he did not leave S City in a hurry, but went to the store to buy a bottle of soju and two wine glasses, and then drove to the south of the city. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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After getting out of the car, Su Musha came to the foot of a certain mountain alone, where there was a small cemetery.

He walked up to a tombstone and sat down. In the blurred moonlight, a gray-haired old man could be seen smiling kindly in the tombstone photo. This is the tomb of Qian Lingming's father, Mr. Qian.

opened the soju and placed a wine glass in front of the tomb, Su Musha filled both wine glasses with wine before he spoke: "Old man, I came to see you." ”

"I only come to see you once a year, so you won't be mad at me."

"Qian Luming, he died, he was taken by someone, I made my own decision, I didn't bury him in the corner of your grave, I'm afraid of you, I will be angry when I see him." Su Musha drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and poured himself another glass: "However, I will not let go of the murderer, your son's revenge, I will avenge it." ”

"You had such high expectations of him when you were alive, in fact, he didn't live up to your expectations, he was talented, but he didn't use it in the right path, originally, I thought I could correct his ......"

"I've been fine lately, I'm not sick, of course, how could a spirit master get sick? You must be doing well, after all, you were such a good person in life......"

"It's strange, I'm not old, how can I be as verbose as you...... You've loved to talk to me the most, and it's rare for a young person to listen to you so patiently......"

"Actually, you don't know, I like to listen to you very much, and I like it very much, you care about me so much......"

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This night, Su Musha drank a lot of wine and said a lot, his silver eyes shone in the moonlight, but it was pure and pure, and not a single tear flowed.

Actually, there is another sentence that Su Musha didn't say, he really envied Qian Luming, there was a father who loved him so much, and when he was young, he could be spoiled, cry, share joy, and confide in his bitterness......

Unlike himself, his emotions are as dry as a desert, and now, he can't even shed tears......

Su Musha looked up at the sky and fell silent, while the old man on the stone tablet still looked at him lovingly, just like looking at an ignorant child......