"It's not just me, it's all of us." Director Yang spread his hands, looked at him and said, "Chengyu, although we are all your uncles and uncles, the distinction between public and private has always been the dogma of our Lu Group, this time this incident started because of you, and it is natural for you to take the blame and resign." ”

Someone became a bird, and the people behind were also fearless, Director Wang, who didn't dare to speak just now, said: "Yes, as long as you are no longer the chairman of the Lu family, what you do from now on has nothing to do with the Lu family, and the public will naturally not hold on to the Lu family again." ”

Someone reasoned: "There are so many lives, someone must be responsible, if the matter is not big, we can still push someone out to take the blame, but now...... Alas, it can only be you. ”

There are also people who know it: "Chengyu, the Lu family is also of great significance to your Lu family, you don't want to watch it collapse, right?" ”

Lu Chengyu quietly listened to what you said to me, the corners of his mouth opened up sarcastically, and he asked lightly: "What if, I don't?" ”

……

Police station visitation room.

Where the man's steps stopped, his back stiffened and bent slightly.

Nanfeng looked at him and said, "He has never forgotten your mother. ”

Xiao Chen squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Liar!" ”

Deceitful!

If Lu Hengzhi really remembered his mother and really loved his mother, how could he not come to see her for ten months when she was pregnant with Xiao Ying? How could she be made to commit suicide in such despair? Why would he refuse to bury her in the Lu family cemetery?

Deceitful!

Lu Hengzhi doesn't love his mother at all! Don't love! He always treated his mother as a plaything, keeping it with him when he was interested, and throwing it aside when he wasn't interested, and that's it!

Nanfeng didn't argue with him, there was a bit of color in her eyes, but she asked, "He gave your name, right?" Do you know what 'Xiao Chen' means? ”

Xiao Chen sneered: "What else can it mean?" It's just a cheap name! ”

"It's not." Nanfeng vetoed, "The name 'Xiao Chen' just hides his thoughts about your mother." ”

Xiao Chen turned his head with a sneer, as if he wanted to see how she wanted to make it up.

"I didn't lie to you." Nanfeng pursed her lips and opened her mouth to read a poem - this poem is not famous, she hadn't even heard it before, but she only needs to listen to it once, she can understand the meaning of the poem, and she can also understand the reason why Lu Hengzhi chose this name for Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen rode out of the imperial capital, and heard that he was buried at the corner of the road.

Don't let me go to the soil for the spring, Sijun is like a pearl in the palm.

The sound of the four-string pillar was at the beginning, and the three-foot lonely grave grass had withered.

Where Lan Zhihui's heart is, I don't know that the person who has ever been is a madman. ”

Xiao Chen's face turned pale for a while.

Nanfeng knew that he also understood, this poem was too straightforward, so straightforward that it did not need to be thought through, and she repeated it firmly: "'Don't let me go to the soil for the spring, Sijun is like a pearl in the palm', this is the meaning of your name, he has always missed your mother, so many years, he has never forgotten." ”

Don't I have been a spring in the soil, Sijun is like a pearl in the palm of your hand...... Sijun ......

Xiao Chen suddenly chuckled.

His shoulders shrugged with laughter, and his staccato laughter wafted through the enclosed visitation room, vaguely echoing.

Nanfeng's face was silent, and he silently looked down at his watch - Lu's board of directors has been going on for an hour and a half, and he doesn't know how Lu Chengyu is doing now, can he hold it......

Xiao Chen's eyes burst into tears of laughter, and it took a long time before he stopped, and he slowly leaned his body against the wall behind him: "Do you think that if you say this, I will obediently bear the charge?" ”

Of course, Nanfeng knew that he wouldn't, and she didn't say anything more, just put a piece of paper on the table next to the iron railing, and said, "I asked someone to help you get bail, you can leave the police station for three hours under the supervision of the police, if you want to know if I lied to you, go to this place to have a look." ”

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the note: "What is this place?" ”

Nanfeng put down the note and left: "You go to see it, you will naturally know." ”

There was no one outside the iron railing, and Xiao Chen stood on this side of the railing, motionless.

The poem that Nanfeng read kept repeating in his head, and he couldn't stop without thinking about it, as if he had been hypnotized by someone.

Until the police came and asked him if he wanted to go out? If you don't go out, go back to the detention center. He straightened his back, walked over to the railing, and picked up the note.

Go.

Why not?

He just wanted to see what other lies they were trying to concoct!

Xiao Chen's situation did not allow him to be released on bail, and Nanfeng made great efforts to get through the relationship, so that he could temporarily leave the detention center under the supervision of the four policemen.

According to the address on the note, Xiao Chen and the four policemen came to the suburbs and saw a wooden house.

Suddenly, he froze in place.

…… What does this wooden house look like......

He'd seen it before—in his mother's picture book.

Xiao Chen's mother's only hobby is painting, a picture album is the only relic she left him, he has to look through it every night, the album has a lot of wooden houses, he can outline the outline with his eyes closed, so he is very sure that this wooden house is exactly the same as the wooden house in her mother's picture book.

Xiao Chen walked in in a daze, the door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as he pushed it.

The decoration in the house is very ordinary, there are no luxurious furnishings, but there is a home should look like, such as beds, tables, kitchens, firewood, rice, oil and salt, and there is a small wooden horse on the ground, next to the wooden horse is a toy pistol......

His throat suddenly seemed to be stuck in something, and Xiao Chen couldn't swallow it.

The cottage is like a haven for a family of three, with a brave father, a gentle mother, and a mischievous boy.

The wooden house was not built temporarily, and many of the traces showed that it was some years old, and there was even a hole in the corner that had been drilled by rats, at least twenty or thirty years ago.

……

Xiao Chen didn't dare to look any further, for fear that he would have more associations, so he ran out of the wooden house, but because he ran out of the wrong door in a panic, he came out of the back door of the wooden house, and the backyard was surrounded by a fence.

A grave ......

Xiao Chen's eyes were very good, and from a distance of four or five meters, he saw his mother's name on the tombstone, and also saw that next to his mother's name was written - the surviving person: Lu Hengzhi.

This is his mother's tomb.

He searched for many years and couldn't find it, and even thought that his mother's ashes had been thrown away a long time ago.

It turned out to be here, and it was actually here.

At that moment, the wind stopped, and Xiao Chen stood in place, not even daring to take a step forward, lest the scene in front of him was a bubble.

"This is the house he built for your mother with his own hands, and it is also the home of their dreams that belongs only to them. He buried your mother here to really bring her home. ”

A female voice came from behind the loquat tree, Xiao Chen was in a trance, thinking it was his mother's voice, but when he raised his head to look, he found that it was the south wind.

Nanfeng was also looking at this yard, looking at this loquat tree and the grave under the tree, and remembered a poem that was very popular on the Internet -

'There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it is like a pavilion'.

This wooden house, this loquat tree, is all the tenderness of one man for one woman, but also the endless cruelty of another.

Nanfeng lowered his head and sighed, approached Xiao Chen, and held up the notebook in his hand: "Have you ever read your mother's diary?" ”

Diary...... His mother's! Xiao Chen's eyes widened, and he suddenly jumped up and grabbed it: "Give it to me!" ”

Nanfeng didn't dodge and let him grab it.

The diary was decades old, and some of the words in it were not legible, but he could make out that it was his mother's handwriting, exactly the same as the one in the picture book his mother had left him.

Nanfeng said quietly: "I don't think you should have read it, the diary was handed over to Mr. Lu before your mother died, and he has been locked in the cabinet for preservation, I went to the old mansion last night and brought this diary over." ”

Xiao Chen's mind was blank, he quickly and carefully opened the book in his hand, and looked at the lines of words in his eyes, these handwritings that he was familiar with to his bones, but he wrote a mother who was extremely unfamiliar to him.

It is clearly written in the diary that when the Lu family decided to marry the Yang family, Lu Hengzhi told his mother Xiao Yue about it, but Xiao Yue refused to break up, and even said 'As long as I can stay by your side, even if I have no name and no point', I am willing, and later threatened Lu Hengzhi with pregnancy, if she broke up, she would commit suicide......

Xiao Chen's hand trembled slightly, and he shook his head, unable to believe it.

No, his mother is not like this, his mother was deceived by Lu Hengzhi to be his mistress!

Nanfeng said in a cold tone: "Your mother is voluntary, as long as she can be with Mr. Lu, she can not have any identity, so she insists on keeping you, insisting on being Mr. Lu's disgraceful lover, even if she endures the gossip, even if Mr. Lu has married someone else at that time, she has to ask him!" ”

She is not qualified to evaluate the affairs of the elders, so she endured and did not say the sentence 'What your mother did, and ended up like that, it was self-inflicted'.

It's not self-inflicted.

Her sentence 'don't be identious' is not generosity, but excessive!

Mr. Lu, who abandoned her and married someone else, was naturally wrong, but knowing that Mr. Lu already had a wife and recommended himself to his lover, she was right?

"Shut up!"

Nanfeng didn't stop: "Of course, Mr. Lu is also at fault, he is very wrong." ”

"He is wrong to love your mother but not very much, he can build a cottage for your mother, but he can't rebel against the marriage arrangement of the family for your mother; He made a mistake in agreeing to break ties with your mother after getting married, and his fault was that he left your mother but didn't treat her well, causing your mother to be depressed and unable to extricate herself and finally commit suicide; He made the mistake of failing two women at the same time, and even two blood brothers killed each other. ”

Lu Hengzhi loves Xiao Yue, but not deeply.

His love was secondary to profit, so he did not refuse the marriage arrangement at home.

But he loved Xiao Yue, so he didn't refuse Xiao Yue's initiative to approach.

This man wants to have both fish and bear paws.

Xiao Chen didn't want to listen to it anymore, he threw away his diary and pounced on Nanfeng's neck: "Shut up!" I'll shut you up! Say no more! ”

Nanfeng was pinched and had difficulty breathing, frowning slightly. The four policemen on the side immediately pulled Xiao Chen away and pressed him to the ground, he let out a roar, each sound containing unwillingness and pain.

In his roar, another faint female voice interjected, there was no ripple in the tone, it was light and light, but graceful and luxurious: "I have met your mother twice. ”

Xiao Chen's eyes were red, his side face was against the ground, and he barely raised his head, and saw a dignified and generously dressed woman walking out of the wooden house.

- It's Mrs. Lu.

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