Zheng Kai's response was that he himself was arrested.

It turned out that Zheng Kai tried every means to get close to the Lin family but couldn't, and in a fit of anger, he rushed up and beat several bodyguards in a row before he reached the door, was hugged and subdued, and then thrown into prison. Fortunately, Zheng Kai's student ID card of Jifu University helped, and the bodyguards did not embarrass him very much, and only asked the local police station to lock him up for two or three days, and did not confiscate his mobile phone.

"Matches your style... Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly, at that time, he had already made a lot of money by selling his body, and on the night when the "gold master" was desperate to make a promise, he disappeared without a trace, and now he is on the way back to Yangzi County.

Zhao Yuan drove straight down to Yangzi County and rushed all the way to Lin Wenxi's house.

At the roadside stall, he inadvertently glanced at the portrait of Lin Ziwei in the newspaper, which was black and white. Zhao Yuan stopped and saw the large font on the first page read: "The deputy secretary was killed during the inspection, and his own son's funeral did not return." ”

No return? No return?

Zhao Yuan couldn't wait to run and fly.

Lin Wenxi's house.

There is no bodyguard as Zheng Kai said, only an empty courtyard, hanging in the sky overnight, the breeze gently blowing the leaves of the peach trees on the ground that are prematurely destroyed, mixed with firecracker crumbs, mixed with the ashes of burned paper money, as if the Yellow Spring is strange, desolate and sad.

The door was locked, and the windows weren't closed. Looking through the window through the security net, several stools were scattered on the ground, and there was a broken belt on the ground. The calendar that Huang Xiya flipped through every day on the desktop stopped on the day when Lin Wenxi just returned home. Where the hell did Wenxi go! Zhao Yuan kept shaking the burglar-proof window, shouting loudly inside, and all he responded to was the silent emptiness and loneliness of the room.

What was he doing during the three days that he couldn't be contacted? As the only child in the family, how much should you face?

Zhao Yuan squatted down and looked up at the sky, the sunset was gone, the sky was full of red glow, and if he was not careful, the world in front of him blurred.

How do you not know, all the dangers, I just want to stand in front of you, how can you not know, Uncle Lin is dead, if you are in danger, then his unfortunate death must be related to my father's case. Wenxi, whether you want to or not, you can't deprive me of my rights! Didn't you say it all, married as a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love! Who am I? I'm your husband!

"I'm here to pay tribute to the Forestry Bureau, and there are a lot of people here... His funeral was in the countryside. An old man trembled and leaned on crutches.

"Wenxi, his son, is he back?" Zhao Yuan wiped away his tears and asked eagerly.

The old man shook his head: "Don't mention that son, it seems that he ran away from home, and he seems to have had a fight with the Forest Bureau before!" By now, everyone should know the news of the Forestry Bureau, that son of a scumbag... Never returned! ”

Zhao Yuan nodded in thanks, ran out to stop the car, and went all the way to the countryside.

The township government compound has not yet been demolished, as the starting point for Lin Ziwei to step into his career, and at this moment, it is also the end point of his life.

The main entrance is decorated with white flowers and black curtains, and Lin Ziwei's posthumous photo is hung on it, confident and serene. The couplet on both sides is: "A lifetime of hard work to observe the suffering of the people, a hundred years of meritorious work and common livelihood and health." Horizontal criticism of "Ruzi Qiwei".

At this point, Zhao Yuan believed that the last time he listened to Lin Ziwei's education was the first time they met, and it was the last time, the strong man with a smile on his face and a slight wrinkle on his face, carrying the people's livelihood and training a good wife and son internally, but at the most glorious and peak age of his life at the age of forty-eight, he left the west. Zhao Yuan suddenly thought of his father, and remembered the fathers who worked all their lives for their children, but they couldn't enjoy the quiet and tranquil old age, God was so unfair to them! Tears couldn't stop flowing, I don't know what the situation of Aunt Ah and Wenxi is.

Lin Wenxi was about to go in, but was stopped by the doorman, he was silent, tears flowed, and looked at the doorman speechless. Although the doorman enforced the law impartially, he knew better what kind of tears were from the heart, so he didn't need to interrogate him more, and let Zhao Yuan in.

There are parting laments on all sides, the grass and trees are sad, and the clouds in the sky are stagnant, Zhao Yuan soon saw Huang Xiya kneeling in front of the coffin, with a white scarf wrapped around her head, her whole body is plain, and her two eye sockets have sunken deeply, and she is so thin that she is not human.

When Huang Xiya saw Zhao Yuan, although she still had anger in her heart, she still got up slightly to salute, and someone handed over three pillars of incense and asked what the salute was.

Zhao Yuan replied, and the children knelt three times and bowed nine times.

The salute said that Mr. Lin only has one son, and others are not allowed to make such a big gift.

Zhao Yuan raised his head and replied: "Uncle Lin is an honest official, and I, as one of the many beneficiaries, is one of his many children, everyone is equal, and this gift must be respected." Seeing that he was resolute and spoke very reasonably, the salute asked Huang Xiya. Huang Xiya nodded slightly: "He is the adopted son of me and my husband, and it is okay according to the generation." The salute smiled with relief: "The son's salute is finally there, Mr. Lin knows it, and he should be relieved." As soon as he made a gesture, a salute rang out from the ground, nine times in a row. After the salute was completed, the salute exchanged the incense for nine pillars and handed it to Zhao Yuan.

"Wenxi... Is it coming? Xiya? Outside, a middle-aged woman with a haggard face walked in, and when she saw that it was not Wenxi kneeling on the ground, she was stunned, and hid her face and cried bitterly.

Wenxi, didn't come? Zhao Yuan didn't dare to be distracted, took the incense, knelt down, kowtowed three times, stood up, then knelt down, kowtowed three times, repeated three times, and performed the memorial ceremony for his son who knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, and was asked to kneel beside Huang Xiya. The middle-aged woman came over and knelt beside Huang Xiya: "Wenxi doesn't come, you just gave the ceremony like this, aren't you afraid that Wenxi will be infamous for being unfilial?" ”

"Wenxi won't come, he is no longer my son, nor is he Ziwei's son, now that there is a righteous son to salute on his behalf, Ziwei will also be very pleased." Huang Xiya said calmly, looking sad.

"Ah, aunt... Wenxi... Zhao Yuan finally couldn't help but ask.

"Wenxi hasn't been here to take care of his father since he died, and he has a lot of things to do later... Ziwei just let go. The government wants to be cremated, and a few of our relatives want to be buried and save their true bodies in order to return their souls. No man can call the shots, and there is no one who can decide whether to stop the coffin for three days or seven days, which makes us women and people. The middle-aged woman said, patting Huang Xiya's back and crying bitterly.

"Biya, people go to the lights off, empty etiquette, do you still care about what you do with these." Huang Xiya said that she just looked at the portrait of Lin Ziwei on the table with her eyes infatuated, and was speechless for a long time.

Zhao Yuan repeatedly inquired about Lin Wenxi's news, but Huang Xiya just shook her head blindly, saying that she didn't know. Zhao Yuan didn't dare to ask too many questions, and while serving Huang Xiya carefully, he looked for traces of his possible return at Lin Wenxi's house.

"Your father's matter, Ziwei has been in Zhangluo, collecting a lot of evidence, and he is here to find the last key witness. As a wife, I believe in my husband's abilities. ”

"Wenxi, it is true that you have changed a lot, you have become cheerful, and you have matured, but the minds of the two of you... I also have a personal request, I hope you can find a way to change Wenxi's mind, they all say that it is sick, I can't imagine that my son has such a disease, we will consider taking him to the hospital for examination when the time is ripe. But when you see him in the future, can you help keep an eye on him? ”

Seeing that Huang Xiya was getting haggard day by day, Zhao Yuan was worried, he took care of this sad woman like his own son, respectful and filial, and did not dare to mention Lin Wenxi's matter at will.

Since he asked for his son's courtesy, he naturally had to bear his son's responsibility. Because someone is in charge, everything goes very smoothly. The coffin will be laid for three days, after which it will be cremated and sent to the county cemetery. Due to Lin Ziwei's special status and outstanding political achievements, the government wanted to help him arrange a secluded separate cemetery, but relatives and friends thought that they couldn't ask for it, and asked Huang Xiya, who only looked at Zhao Yuan and did not answer. Zhao Yuan thought that Lin Ziwei had always pursued the official and civilian family, so he was willing to put him in an ordinary cemetery as one of them, and let him accompany his people to sleep forever.

In the first seven, he stayed up all night for seven days and seven nights, no matter who dissuaded him, Huang Xiya ignored it, Zhao Yuan served tea and water, and guarded the whole process, all relatives and friends regarded him as their closest relatives, and even Lin Wenxi's cousin and cousin, who had never known him, also opened his mouth to call Zhao Yuan Brother Yuan.

However, at the end of the first seven, Huang Xiya disappeared in this small city and walked silently.

Ziwei's last words, there are only two about Wenxi. First, I hope that Wenxi will marry Hongxuan's daughter in the future and take Hongyan as his wife. Second, I hope Wenxi will live well. Since I have recognized you as my righteous son, you are Wenxi's righteous brother, if there are any improper involvements between the two of you, think about my dead husband, and think about your relationship! I took my husband with me and won't be coming back here. You are a good boy, you and Wenxi have grown up, your road must be taken well. Thank you for your dedicated care during this time, Aunt Ah will sincerely bless you wherever you go. The last message Huang Xiya left for Zhao Yuan, the phone could no longer be reached.

Lin Ziwei's ashes have been placed in the cemetery, and what Huang Xiya said about taking it with her is actually sewing a small half of his ashes into her purse. There were too many questions that Zhao Yuan wanted to ask, but unfortunately she didn't leave a word.

Zhao Yuan sat in the lotus pond in the countryside in a daze, where Lin Wenxi's laughter and laughter sounded, and there was a moving smile in his torch, but now looking back, the grass is green, the summer night is thick, but the people don't know where.

Under the dizzying sunlight, Zhao Yuan walked through the lotus pond, the lotus leaves were flourishing, the sky was green, the lotus flowers were full of shadows, and there was an independent water bird in the lotus pond. Zhao Yuan walked through the township government compound, the poplar tree was like a cover, and it was warm and cool under the lush leaves, and vaguely, he heard a few children frolicking there, just like back then.

At this moment, in the senior ward of the county hospital, in the intensive care unit, Lin Wenxi woke up slowly.