At the funeral of Murong Painting Building, the visitors were all with a smile on their faces.

Bai Qingge and Bai Suyue wore filial piety clothes and thanked the guests. There were not many visitors, they were all relatives and friends, and Mr. Zhang didn't see an indifferent smile on his face, he looked at the portrait sadly, and refused to leave for a long time.

There was some pulling him next to him, and he was shocked to realize that he was out of shape, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Su Yue in the crowd.

Su Yue asked the Bai family members around him, who is that Mr. Zhang?

The man shook his head and said that he hadn't seen it, he wasn't a relative of the Bai family, maybe he was a friend of Bai Yungui and his wife.

Su Yue stepped forward and greeted him.

When Su Yue asked him if he knew Murong Hualou, the sadness in his eyes couldn't be suppressed, and his eyes were a little wet: "She is my sister, my only relative!" ”

Someone next to him heard this sentence and looked back at Mr. Zhang.

He walked over and greeted Mr. Zhang: "Have you come to see my sister?" ”

This person Su Yue knew, it was Murong Bancen, the younger brother of Murong Hualou, an uncle who was more beautiful than a woman, and he had seen him come to Singapore to visit relatives before. At that time, Su Yue was very impressed with him, and told his parents that Aunt Murong and her brother should change their appearance, it was too wasteful for a man to be so good-looking.

Father Su scolded him for not understanding the rules at the time, and he actually said the rights and wrongs of the elders, which was actually funny.

Su Yue called Uncle Murong, and then took the opportunity to ask, "It turns out that Mr. Zhang and Uncle Murong are a family?" ”

Murong Bancen did not deny it, and Mr. Zhang also said goodbye to Su Yue, and followed Murong Bancen to the back to rest.

Su Yue still didn't figure out who this Mr. Zhang was.

After the funeral, Su Yue finally seized the opportunity to talk to Bai Suyo, he knew that Su Yue had returned from the battlefield, and his opinion of this little sister seemed to have changed in an instant. comforted her and mourned, and seeing that she seemed to be able to bear it, Su Yue asked her who the gentleman surnamed Zhang was.

"He was my mother's brother-in-law. When I was in Yuzhou, my mother bought fruit at my sixth uncle's fruit stall. Got to know him. Later, they had a good relationship, the last time I went back to Yuzhou, the war blocked the route, and it was the sixth uncle who sent someone to open a special route to pick me up......" Bai Suyue mentioned this uncle, and he remembered his mother, and his eyes were slightly moist.

"What's his name?" Su Yue saw that she was not in a good mood. Don't dare to beat around the bush, ask directly.

"Don't you know?" Bai Suyue held back tears, "Thanks to you in China all these years, you don't even know the famous Zhang Zimo?" ”

Su Yue was stunned. It turned out that he said that his surname was Zhang, not Zhang.

He is really Zhang Zimo!

Su Yue remembered that he had heard that Zhang Zimo's nickname was Zhang Liu, who used to be a fruit seller, and later became a son-in-law for Ji Linglong, so he soared.

Su Yue was a little confused, how could it be? How could the murderous gangster he imagined be such an elegant man?

Zhang Zimo, who graduated from a private school in half a year, how could he have studied Chinese culture so deeply. He should be a reckless man with a fat brain and an illiterate eye!

After comforting Bai Suyue and Bai Qingge for a few words, Su Yue still managed to meet Zhang Zimo.

"You are really a reporter, this resilience is beyond push...... Zhang Zimo's smile was a little bitter, his expression was still immersed in the grief of losing his loved ones, "Mr. Su sit." Since you're my sister's friend, if you want to ask anything, just ask......"

"No, no!" Su Yue said busily. "Mr. Zhang, I have always admired you and am very curious about you. I just wanted to write a biography for you......."

"Then you are disappointed......" Zhang Zimo's expression was a little cold, "Zhang Zimo is an amazing person, and I am an ordinary person." The Zhang Zimo you know is different from me...... I'm just a bastard, and I don't deserve a biography. ”

In the end, Su Yue still didn't ask anything. Seeing that Zhang Zimo was very persistent, he had to give up, but he still smiled: "It's my honor to meet you!" ”

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Sending away the annoying reporter, Zhang Zimo also fell into deep thought.

He rarely reminisces about his past, and he has worked hard all his life. Strive to rush forward, for fear that the slow person will be eliminated by the times, and for fear that the slow person will be swallowed up by others.

To this day, seeing the sister who once smiled and encouraged him to become a frame of photos, he can no longer hold back his grief: the years have passed, taking away many people and things, and he, the most precious thing is the past!

First, he remembered Murong Painting Building.

To this day, he doesn't quite understand why Murong Hualou, who was the wife of Bai Dujun and the most noble person in Yuzhou, regarded him as a younger brother and why he befriended him as a gangster.

But he understood that she had more or less changed his life.

That time Zhang Sanshao, in his cognition, he would inevitably be wiped out. He's just a little gangster, just a small role in the Haiyan Gang, and he is very easy to use when he can use it; When it comes time to keep it secret, people like him are not to be trusted, and they should be silenced!

But Murong Painting House didn't.

She said she believed in Zhang Zimo's loyalty.

That incident taught Zhang Zi not to use people without doubt.

In the rest of his life, he had many loyal subordinates and friends, who had been favored by Zhang Zimo, and many of whom were also trusted by Zhang Zimo.

Once he trusts this friend, Zhang Zimo no longer doubts him, so when he is in danger, there are always nobles to help.

He can have a smooth journey, from the son-in-law of the Haiyan Gang to a famous military, political and business giant, and everyone respectfully calls Mr. Zhang.

Murong Painting House was the first person who changed his life.

He is also the most important person.

Regardless of whether Zhang Zimo is Zhang Liu or Mr. Zhang, Murong Hualou said that his sister was his only relative.

But before he could repay her anything, his only relative passed away, lying in a pile of loess, he wanted to be good to her, and there was no chance.

So, who is the second one who is important to his life?

He lay quietly in the rattan chair, closed his eyes, and her light and delicate laughter was in his ears: "Little Liuzi, you ride a horse with me......"

"Little Liuzi, you drive for me......"

"Little Liuzi ......"

The second person who means a lot to him is probably her, right?

Ji Luoxi, the eldest lady of the Ji Mansion, his wife.

But where is she all these years? Zhang Zimo once frantically looked for her, once hated her madly, and once secretly cried for her alone.

No matter how much he struggled, she never knew where to go.

Her heart is so soft and heartless!

But he, at this age, still wants to find her.

Until he participated in the wedding of Murong Painting Building, Zhang Zimo no longer hated her, and the resentment of these years seemed to disappear in an instant, he just wanted to know if she was still alive......