Zheng Ziheng's funeral was simple, and soon after his ashes returned, he was placed in a cemetery in another county town, where he spent twelve years with his wife and children.

Because Zheng Kai insisted on not letting people go over to pay respects, Zhao Yuan, Lin Wenxi, Gu Xi, Wang Xiang, and the four of them inquired for a long time before they came to the cemetery together.

"Twelve years, inch by inch of lovesickness, may the wax torch turn to ashes, your tears can be dry, just smile and go." Lin Wenxi said, and asked Zhao Yuan again: "Did Uncle Zheng really leave with a smile?" Zhao Yuan nodded, with such a smile, he was relieved, he would rather die without regrets, he thought of it many times, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart.

"You don't blame Brother Kai's mother, do you?" Lin Wenxi asked.

"It's not strange, it's also a poor person." Zhao Yuan said.

If she hadn't loved too much, where would she be responsible, she should have known Uncle Zheng's identity a long time ago, but she has been struggling in her marriage, is it unhappiness or too stupid, or hate? Otherwise, why can't she let Uncle Zheng die? He will not even let his soul return to his homeland, but will be buried here. Lin Wenxi asked.

"Uncle Zheng definitely didn't deliberately hide it from her, perhaps, he found out everything, and he couldn't help himself." Zhao Yuan said.

"Isn't that the sooner you knew, there would be a lot less regret?"

"Regret or not, you can see Gu Xi, I only know that if I find out earlier, I may not harm another woman, but there will be no Zheng Kai in the world. If Ah Kai's life was exchanged for Aunt Tzu Yun's fact that she didn't know Uncle Zheng twenty-one years ago, would she be willing? The cycle of cause and effect, everything is interlocking, blessings and misfortunes, it is difficult for us to say clearly, a glass of wine, I wish Uncle Zheng rest in peace. Wang Xiang suddenly seemed to see through the world, and said something that shocked Lin Wenxi.

"I just wish Brother Kai all the best." Gu Xi said, and a glass of wine was poured into the ground.

"If there is an afterlife, may you fall in love with a decent man for your daughter, and at that time, he was not married, you were not married, he played the flute for you, and you held the torch for him." Lin Wenxi prayed silently, glanced at Wang Xiang, this Wang Xiang, will he cherish Zhang Anan in the future, thinking of the scatteredness of men in the world looking for flowers and willows and Zheng Ziheng's persistence in writing with his life, his tears gradually flowed down, leaned down, and gently wrapped a handkerchief with a handkerchief to pick up the dirt and dust.

"Wenxi, what's the matter?" Zhao Yuan asked with concern.

"Nothing." Lin Wenxi held back tears. It wasn't until the moonlit night that Lin Wenxi leaned quietly in front of the window alone, and finished the tears he had held back during the day.

"At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back in the clouds." Lin Wenxi only remembered this sentence in his dreams.

Zhao Yuan's father lay quietly at the foot of a mountain in his hometown, where the morning sun shone in the river in front of the mountain, sparkling, and the sunset reflected on the water, drunk like the heart of his first love.

When Lin Wenxi heard about the funeral and rushed to the countryside, he saw a man and a woman standing in front of the lonely mound where the glow flowed.

"You're here." There was a smile on Zhao Yuan's face.

"That's where he met my mother." Zhao Yuan whispered, the red lantern at the door was burning at the moment, the tongue of fire seemed to be whimpering, as if smiling, better than all the rocks and reeds in the world, and older than all the vicissitudes of life.

Lin Wenxi silently sprinkled a pinch of pure land in his hand carefully.

"You don't mind." Lin Wenxi asked.

"Don't mind." Zhao Yuan said.

"I'm asking Uncle Zhao if he minds, if he doesn't mind, let the wind blow harder, blow away all the dust on your road in the future, and leave only a plain avenue to talk."

Lin Wenxi finished speaking, I don't know if Zhao Ming really knows the spring or the heavens can't bear it, the wind suddenly whined, and the reeds by the river danced gently with the wind, slowly drifting towards the long blue sky.

"Wenxi, at my father's grave, I have promised him... Promise your mother. Zhao Yuan said suddenly.

Lin Wenxi pursed his lips slightly: "You and I, what are you talking about, Uncle Zhao's last wish before his death, you should realize it." ”

Chen Wanxin silently put down another chrysanthemum, and inadvertently, tears fell, and she remembered what happened when she went home a year ago.

As soon as Chen Wanxinfu heard that Zhao Ming was about to die, she asked some details, and when she heard that the final suspect was Zhang Dong, she was immediately stunned.

Other people may not know Zhang Dong's true identity, but Chen Wanxin doesn't understand. Joining the Mo world, you must have to accept the name, and this vote must be enough for people to take the handle, such as robbery, such as cutting off the arm of an enemy, and more seriously, let him know someone's life on his behalf. Although her father Chen Tianjiao and mother Deng Yifei never mentioned to her the involvement of the family and Mo Shi, let alone let her have half of the truth of Mo Shi, Mo Qian, who was called a distant relative by his parents and let him take care of him, let himself know everything clearly as early as high school.

Chen Wanxin was about to go home to find out the truth.

She heard with her own ears that the second uncle and her father were discussing that Zhao Mingjiang was dead, how to guard against Lin Ziwei's next counterattack.

She realized that she had been so ignorant since she was a child, and if she had listened carefully to her father's deliberations for a while, maybe many things she could have stopped or avoided.

However, it was useless to say anything, she was remorseful, angry and sad, and rushed into Chen Tianjiao's room to quarrel with him, and was locked in the room by Chen Tianjiao for several days.

She remembered that she got along day and night, and Zhao Yuan's father, who really cared about her, was so remorseful that she couldn't help herself for a while.

In those days, Chen Wanxin seemed to be dreaming with her eyes open for countless nights, dreaming of Zhao Yuan's depressed appearance, and suddenly seemed to see Zhao Yuan burying his head in Lin Wenxi's arms, constantly crying, and this embrace was what she wanted the most. Every time she thought of this, she couldn't help but cry bitterly.

Chen Tianjiao didn't let her contact anyone who had anything to do with that incident at all, so Chen Wanxin couldn't see Mo Qian, she couldn't see Luo Yang, let alone find Zhang Dong to ask for all the reasons.

"Mom, this is a big crime of killing your head, did you know it in advance? Or, you—are you involved? Chen Wanxin looked at her struggling in the face of her mother Deng Yifei's constant persuasion.

"Your dad did all this for our family. What's more, that Zhao Ming will have committed homicide, even if he is saved, he will be sentenced to death in the future, and he is on medical parole. Deng Yifei persuaded hard, naturally, it was impossible for Zhao Ming to tell her daughter why she killed people and why she was seriously injured in prison.

Under Deng Yifei's continuous persuasion, Chen Wanxin gradually settled down at home, and it was not until the start of the New Year that her parents agreed to come over, but they just advised: "Don't ask about family matters!" ”

The world is unpredictable, Zheng Ziheng followed Zhao's father, and before he died, he announced Zhao's father's last words, confirming everything about himself and Zhao Yuan.

"From now on, I will use my life to protect Ayuan's safety until I die! Uncle Zhao, thank you for your trust in me! I'm sorry! Chen Wanxin thought silently, stood up, and looked at Lin Wenxi, an opponent who had been fighting for more than a year and could not be defeated, but at this moment, she was not half depressed.

Lin Wenxi knew that Zhao Ming and Zheng Ziheng were still protecting themselves at the last moment, but this was not what he wanted.

Married Chen Wanxin... Recognize the thief as a father!! Hum... Wait for me to find the proof!