"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Zhao Wanggu heard the knock on the door, so he said slowly: "Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Father, why are you in such a hurry, looking for me?"

Zhao Tancen gently closed the door and sat opposite Zhao Wanggu, looking at him with a serious appearance.

Zhao Wanggu gently pulled the window behind him, then turned around and took out a secret letter from the drawer, put it in front of him, and said with a serious smile: "Look at it, I just learned the news." ”

Zhao Tancen didn't say a word, so he picked it up and took it apart and looked at it seriously.

It took a long time to slowly raise his head, with a little doubt and incomprehension: "Father, what is this?" Who wrote the letter? If this secret letter falls to the top, won't the He family want to overturn the case again? Isn't our matter going to be exposed, where did this evidence come from, and wasn't it done perfectly at that time? It's too dangerous......"

Zhao Wanggu laughed coldly and said: "Hehe, yes, these are indeed dangerous things, they were written by He Hongfu's eldest son He Yuwen himself, and he wanted to send them unknowingly, but fortunately he was intercepted by our people halfway, so as not to let the consequences be unimaginable, all the evidence in this is now destroyed, and now the top priority is to let him die without proof, so as not to have many dreams at night, and to be kind to others is to be cruel to himself." ”

"What does Father mean? If you want to check it up, you can't find it? But this has to be kept secret, and only the dead will not leak it. ”

Zhao Wanggu's black face suddenly became gloomy: "The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high, so that he has no proof of death, and if he wants to be foolproof, he has to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!" ”

"What does my father mean by arranging it as soon as possible?"

Zhao Wanggu sneered confidently: "Without further ado, let's do it tomorrow morning, while there is no big trouble, this matter can't be delayed any longer, so as not to cause extraneous branches, you go down and do it, now he is a guilty person, even if we chase it down, we are also on business, and he has no way to track it down." ”

"Yes, father."

As soon as Zhao Tancen opened the door and was about to go out, he was stopped by Zhao Wanggu again, and he turned around again.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"Father, what's the matter?"

Zhao Tancen stood in place, looking at him with some doubts.

"Remember, before the matter is done, you must not publicize it outside, so as not to be known to block it, and after the matter is completed, release the news again, so that the He family will not be able to collect the body for him if they know the news, and then the light boat will have passed the ten thousand mountains and fears, even if his He family has three heads and six arms, he will not be able to return to the sky!"

"Hmm!"

Three days later......

The white snow is like a baptism of soup, which holds a grand snow banquet for this turbid and dim city, wanting to remove the mess in this world, and return this fireworks to a bright and pure body.

He Yuwen was dressed in a black robe, leaning in front of the window and looking at the arrogant snow, falling on the eaves and falling in the yard, still holding a pen in his hand, he was in a daze, and he didn't know where his mind had drifted.

"Squeaky ......"

The door was pushed open by the heavy outside, and then a strong cold wind rushed in, squeezing out the slightest warmth in the room, and the whistling wind howled directly into his ears.

Mo Xiaoxiao was still carrying a bamboo basket with some vegetables, looking nervous and about to speak, as if he was afraid of something, and tentatively took out a newspaper with body temperature from his pocket and said: "Yu Wen, you see, what is this, this is a newspaper I bought on the street when I just went out to buy vegetables, but you have to be mentally prepared." ”

"What!"

Seeing her squirming and pinching extremely unnatural, He Yuwen suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he hurriedly took the newspaper in her hand and hurriedly read it.

He Yuwen just glanced at it casually, and saw the big headline in the middle of the black-and-white newspaper, with a shocking line of big words: "He Hongfu, the leader of Bizhou, was shot yesterday."

Those shocking and bloodstained words were like a sharp knife, a knife was inserted into his heart, making him breathless, his mind buzzed, and he kept shaking his head in disbelief, not daring to accept this terrible and ridiculous news: "No, no, impossible, Zhao Wanggu, this bastard thing, how can it be, no, no......!" ”

"Bang ......"

The teacups and books on the table all rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and suddenly the ground was a mess, and the tea and ink were mixed and mixed, wetting the floor and staining the clean books, which looked so pitiful.

He Yuwen almost had a nervous breakdown and beat his chest and feet over and over again, his face was extremely hideous, and finally he couldn't control the wet tears, and cried loudly: "Impossible, this is not true, these bastards, how can they be executed before they have figured out the truth, how can this be done woo woo!" …”

Xing Xu really piled up too much sadness and grievances in his heart, and also swallowed too much pressure and unbearable, suppressed emotions for a long time, at this moment, he vented his brain, crying so heartbreakingly, at this moment the goose feathers and snow floating outside the window were more dense, and the wind whistled to cover his voice, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing him look so depressed, Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back his tears, walked over and sat him on the ground, and slowly helped him up: "If you are really in pain in your heart, cry if you want to cry, so that you will be more comfortable, I can't do anything for you with this kind of thing......"

Sadness and sadness seem to be like a kind of infectious disease, the speed of infection is extremely fast, everyone is easily brought to that grief atmosphere by others, and can't extricate themselves, maybe because the familiar suffering and experience makes people feel the same grief, or because everyone has a soft, fragile and compassionate heart! ……

Towards evening, the snowflakes fluttering in the sky are still falling, and the wind and cranes are blowing over the hills and villages, and they also bring the desolation in the distance, otherwise how can there be such a suffering world.

The old courtyard was covered tightly by heavy snow, and as soon as the wind blew on the old house, it made a babbling sound without being burdened, like the voice of a person who has been oppressed for a long time.

He Yuwen also calmed down quietly, the mess in the room had been cleaned up by Mo Xiaoxiao, he was like a lost soul, leaning on the stool and leaning his body there, his eyes were firmly fixed on the dim lamp that emitted a dim yellow light next to him, his eyes were motionless, and the pain in his heart seemed to have been buried, so that no one could see it.

When Mo Xiaoxiao saw him like this, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, thinking back to what he had watched, from the infinite scenery of the He family, to the current family road, the broken family and the scattered people, to the people and the stars, everyone is eager to draw a line with it, this way is like a meteor, high above and instantly slid to the bottom, the huge sense of gap made Mo also secretly worry for him, he really silently suffered too much pressure and pain, compared to the little suffering he suffered.

I have never been afraid of the darkness, for I have never had light, but how painful is it for him to fall from the top of the light to the abyss of darkness......

"Why don't you lock the door, the door outside is not closed, the snow is so heavy, haven't you noticed how cold it is when the wind blows in."

Mo Xiaoxiao may also be out of his mind, he didn't even notice that someone came in, he heard the human voice, and came back to his senses, only to see that He Yuhua was dressed in wind and snow, and walked in in with a dusty face, I don't know if it was because of the erosion of the wind and snow, he looked extremely unbearable and embarrassed, and even the smile he hooked up was so deliberately and bitter, and his eyes were full of red bloodshot with exhaustion and depression.

Mo Xiaoxiao hurriedly turned around, put away her melancholy, and was about to pour water for him, when the water came out of the cup, she realized that she had forgotten to boil water, and smiled awkwardly and hurriedly went out to boil water: "You're back, I'll pour you a cup of hot water to warm your hands...!" Oh, I seem to have forgotten to boil water today, you wait a while and I'll boil water. ”

He Yuhua forced a smile and squeezed out a smile and said lightly: "No need, don't bother, I can drink cold." ”

Mo Xiaoxiao said and walked out with the kettle: "It's okay, just don't bother for a while." ”

After Mo Xiaoxiao went out, He Yuhua saw He Yuwen sitting on the side with a melancholy face, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be relaxed and teasing him: "What's the matter, don't look like you don't get close to people all day long, like Lin Daiyu, who owes you money?" Lin Daiyu. ”

He Yuwen suddenly turned his head, looked up at him, and said with a resentful and surprisingly calm between his eyebrows: "Do you know that my father is ...... He was executed just yesterday, and because he was guilty, his body can't be returned to his family, you know......"

The dry smile on He Yuhua's face suddenly froze, and slowly put it down, his eyes were flooded with tears, but his face was very calm, and only his sorrow could be captured in his eyes.

He turned around slightly, turned his back to He Yuwen, looked at the snow fluttering outside the window, and said slowly for a long time: "I already knew." ”