"Misunderstanding what?" Autumn smoke is puzzled.

"He's not going to be fostered, is he?"

"How is that possible?"

"How impossible, you see how old the woman was just now, although she looks relatively young and has a good temperament, she has forty or fifty foundations."

"Maybe his mother?"

"Not really." The stewardess shook her head, with a look of disdain on her face, and said disdainfully: "You didn't notice that the meeting between the two of them just now didn't look like a mother and a son at all, at least judging from the performance of that kid, it didn't look like seeing his mother at all." ”

"Not really." Qiu Yan's good-looking brows couldn't help frowning, and she couldn't help but feel a little lost in her heart.

I thought I had finally met a man with a bit of family background and a sense of justice, but I didn't expect that under the righteous and handsome appearance, there was actually a little white face!

At this moment, Qiu Yan really regretted giving Yang Rui a small note, for fear that Yang Rui would entangle her.

The convoy drove all the way to the Yang family's old house.

In the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the carriage is dull.

The driver drove quietly.

Yang Rui, who was sitting in the back seat by the left door, looked out the window.

Wei Chi Qingmeng, who was sitting in the back seat by the right door, looked at Yang Rui.

"You shouldn't have come to pick me up."

Suddenly, Yang Rui spoke.

"The original words should have been, 'I don't need you to pick me up?' Yu Chi Qingmeng said.

"It can be understood that way." Yang Rui said.

"I didn't even go when you got married, you went home, I should come to pick you up."

"There's no need."

"I'm your mother." Yu Chi Qingmeng said bitterly.

"But you're not a good mother." Yang Rui said directly.

The blood relationship, the grace of birth and nurturing, can never be abandoned, and it cannot be broken or left behind......

But good is good, bad is bad!

Merits and demerits, don't people comment on it?

"I can't help it." Yu Chi Qingmeng said.

"That's not a reason." Yang Rui said.

Yu Chi Qingmeng opened his mouth, but after all, he could only sigh secretly and say nothing more, because no matter how much he said, it was useless.

She knew very well that the harm she had done to this son was too deep and too deep.

It was so deep that no matter what she did, she couldn't make up for it, and she couldn't heal the incomparably hideous wound in his heart.

"Your dad didn't know you were coming." Yu Chi Qingmeng said.

"Hmm."

"Your grandfather knows, ...... in a while"

"If you don't see anyone, I'll see grandma, if you didn't take the initiative to pick up the plane, I wouldn't even see you, understand?"

"Understood." The corners of Yu Chi Qingmeng's mouth once again hooked up a deep bitterness.

Yang Rui didn't want to look back at her expression, but he seemed to guess what kind of expression she would have, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but soar, but he suppressed it.

When I was accused of being a deer as a horse in public at the clan ceremony, saying that I was not from the Yang family and that my legs were broken, you were on the scene.

But how have you ever spoken for me?

You don't.

You watched things deteriorate, you watched me tied to the bench, you watched my grandfather take an iron rod and smash it into my leg, smashing it beyond recognition.

I remember, when I looked at you, I cast a look at you asking for help.

But you turn your head, talk and laugh with the people around you, and pretend not to be there.

So what qualifications do you have to put on a guilty face in front of me!

Silent all the way, the convoy returned to the old residence of the Yang family, the old residence of the great commander with full historical significance in Shangjing.

After getting out of the car, Yang Rui went to the backyard alone.

Today he is wearing a Mao suit, which is the groom dress brought to him by his grandmother Lu Jiuming on his wedding day.

"Grandma!"

In the backyard, the old woman was busy with a hoe in the vegetable patch.

The movements are capable, and he doesn't look like an old man at all.

Under the old locust tree, there are two people.

One is a middle-aged man with a tiger's back, and the other is a young man.

It's just that the young man looked like a dying man, with a gloomy expression, a decadent image of complete despair of life.

"Kill him." The old woman took the hoe, and without looking back, she said.

The sound was not loud, but Yang Rui heard it.

Yang Rui walked over, looked at the young man, and asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Just get a cigarette, you want good cigarettes, do you have a forty-five pack of hard boxes?" The young man said.

Yang Rui looked at the middle-aged man with a tiger's back on his back, the man nodded, turned around and left, and came back soon after, handing Yang Rui a pack of hard boxes.

Yang Rui opened the cigarette, handed one to the young man, and lit it for him by the way.

The young man took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath, and he was very greedy, and after several large puffs, most of the cigarette was gone.

The young man exhaled a deep puff of smoke, looked at the cigarette in his hand, and said: "I have never smoked such a good cigarette in my life, my original dream is that I don't need to smoke a pack of red plums for five yuan a pack to smoke, I can smoke whatever I want, and I don't have to worry about running out of money, and this kind of hard box China is my pursuit, because in our hometown, hard box China is already the best and best cigarette." ”

Yang Rui stood there and didn't speak.

"Interested in hearing my story?" The young man asked.

"Nope." Yang Rui said.

"Also, the dying man, what kind of story do you have?" The young man smiled bitterly, and then took a serious sip of the good cigarette in his hand that he had once pursued.

Eventually, the cigarette was only left on the buttocks, and I couldn't take a puff or a half.

When the young man looked at the cigarette butt, he couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Can you bring me another one?" ”

"I'm sorry."

As he spoke, Yang Rui stretched out his hand, and the man with the tiger's back pulled out the pistol on his waist and slapped it in Yang Rui's hand.

Yang Rui folded his five fingers, held the pistol, pulled the safety bolt, and aimed it at the young man's head.

"Don't be stupid again in your next life."