In the luxurious Beiyuan Villa, in the extremely luxurious hall, the dazzling lights conceal the panic of the darkness, and under the magnificent disguise, it can't hide the oppression and desertion of this huge room!

A middle-aged woman sits on a sofa in the living room, weeping lowly, wiping her tears with a handkerchief while gently touching the precious photograph she holds in her hand.

The photo is a group photo of two people, a handsome young man with a sunny handsome, his arm on the shoulders of a middle-aged woman, and the bright and warm smiles of the two people, which are permanently fixed on the photo.

This heartbreaking pain was undisguised in the hall, making the whole hall look even more desolate and depressing!

"Don't be sad, ma'am! The young master has gone! Let's mourn and change! An elderly man, after saying this, couldn't help but bow his head and wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs!

Don't say it's a wife, even if it's her, she has been a subordinate in the Zuo family for more than ten years, she watched the young master grow from a naughty child to a handsome young man, twenty-three years old, the same age as flowers, just leave! Can you not be sad?

"Mother Wu! Today is the seventh day of the clear sky, do you believe that there are ghosts in the world? Do you think he'll come back? The middle-aged woman said these words sadly, and tears welled up again, since this bad news came, her tears did not know how many times she cried dry! But his husband, Zuo Qingkong's father, didn't let her see her son for the last time, her heart seemed to have been buried with her son's burial, but it still hurt!

"Alas...... Madam, I believe that the young master will hear your words in the spirit of heaven, and he will also meet you in his dreams! She thought that even if there were no ghosts in the world, she must comfort the mother who lost her son in this way, she is also a woman, and she empathizes with this kind of mother's expectation for her son.

Next, the person who was called Mrs. sobbed again!

"Okay, don't cry, you can't bear this unsuccessful son, then go with him! Save yourself from seeing you crying all day long! At some point, Zuo Jiamu was already standing on the stairs on the second floor and yelled down.

His roar frightened the crying wife to tremble, she had to bite her lip, endure the grief in her heart, and stop crying.

Who doesn't know the old man's temper, what he said is more deterrent than the holy decree, not to mention those of them who are subordinates, even his wife Su Tong, who has been with him for more than 20 years, can only listen to him in front of him!

"Okay, don't cry, he's gone! What's the use of crying? If you hadn't spoiled him too much and got used to him, would he have today's results? Who is to blame for this? Zuo Jiamu's dull voice softened slightly, and after saying these words! He didn't even glance at his wife Su Tong, and returned to the study on the second floor step by step! Before he could walk into the door of the study, the crying downstairs came into his ears again!

He walked into the study and slammed the door shut, because the heartbreaking cry made his heart even more annoying! He sighed deeply, he walked to the desk, picked up the cigarette on the table, took out one, held it in his hand, picked up the lighter on the table, and lit it! After a long time, he exhaled a puff of smoke, walked to the window with heavy steps, he frowned, while smoking a cigarette, while looking out thoughtfully, at this time, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, he had been in the study for more than three hours! Losing his son, it's not that he doesn't feel pain, he buries the pain in his heart, he dotes on his son no less than her wife Su Tong, it's just that he is not good at words, does anything, and his mood is invisible, so, in the eyes of outsiders, he is so ruthless, it's not that he doesn't want to see his son for the last time, it's just that he is afraid that after seeing it, he won't have the courage to support it.

Therefore, he simply ordered no one to go, and let his unsuccessful son go silently!

"Clear sky, it's not that Dad doesn't love you, it's that Dad doesn't have the courage to accept your departure!"

Zuo Jiamu was sad, muttered to himself after saying this, his eyes were unconsciously covered with a layer of fog, it was not the first time he had cried! Since that day, it has been countless times!

Today is his son's first seventh, he also looks forward to the fact that there are ghosts in this world, he also imagines that his son can come back quietly this night, he also wants to say to him, "Child, in fact, Dad has regretted it, regretting that he didn't go to the funeral home to send you on the last ride that day, Dad really regrets it!" ”

Zuo Jiamu turned around and returned to the writing desk, twisted the cigarette butts he had finished smoking in the ashtray, and then threw them in, the cigarette butts in the ashtray were a little full, he pressed a little hard, and the soot overflowed a lot, but he didn't take a look, in just seven days, he smoked all the cigarettes under normal circumstances, and the smell of smoke in the whole study made his mood even more irritable.

Downstairs, Su Tong was still sitting on the sofa sobbing slightly, and at this moment, Zuo Qingtian was hiding behind the screen in the hall, every time his mother sobbed, his heart hurt, it turned out that he had brought a great disaster to his mother! Today is the night of his soul, his soul involuntarily returned here, he has been in for a long time, his body is close to the screen, he feels every tear in the hall, he feels the heart-rending pain of his mother, he thought that the family was very angry with him, he was angry that even his mother who loved him the most did not send him on the last journey, but now it seems that his mother is forced to be helpless, Wu Ma and his mother said every word he really listened, just when he heard his mother ask Wu Ma, do you say there are ghosts in the world? Will Clear Sky be back tonight? At the time of this, his tangled heart told him that he must go out, that he must tell his mother that he has returned.

But just when this impulse made him turn around and take a step, the reprimand of his father Zuo Jiamu reached his ears, his heart trembled fiercely, his heart hurt like a knife, his father's ruthlessness, prevented him from having the courage to go out, he thought to himself, it turned out that he was dead, and his father still hated him like this, yes! He didn't allow everyone in the family to go to the funeral home to see him off, he just told the housekeeper to bury him hastily, he didn't want his son anymore, he didn't want it completely, even if he died, he was still disappointed in him. Come to think of it! Zuo Qingkong shook his head with a wry smile, sigh...... Zuo Qingtian, you're dead, what's the use of you going out? It's nothing more than to make the heartbroken mother even more heartbroken, at this time, what else can you do? One word, "go" to leave this home that does not belong to you......

Thinking of this, he was about to leave, but he heard the sound of opening and closing the door, and then a subordinate walked into the hall and said to his mother Su Tong, "Mrs., Dai Yuchen, Miss Dai is here!" ”