At eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was already full of stars.

At the door of the Lu family's old house, a Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly stopped.

Jiang Yang got out of the car and walked straight towards the gate of the old mansion.

"Squeak......!"

The wooden gate more than two meters high opened in response, and the courtyard was quiet.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang."

Two young men greeted each other.

Jiang Yang nodded slightly.

The lights are on.

Since Jiang Yang took over the Lu family's old house, people have been hired here to clean it all year round, the weeds have been removed, and the seedlings planted have also been taken care of regularly, not only that, but the lights in the old house are on all year round.

No one knows why Boss Jiang did this, and what is the meaning of keeping the lights on all year round.

The old mansion of the Lu family is very large, not to mention in Shishan, but looking at the entire Huazhou, it is very rare to find a century-old mansion that covers an area of 20 acres and is so well preserved.

At the end of the corridor made of black pear wood, Jiang Yang stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the Lu family ancestral hall.

The courtyard of the Lu family's old mansion is guarded all year round, but the keys to the four wings of the east, west, south and north and the Lu family ancestral hall are only owned by Jiang Yang and the eldest sister.

Jiang Yang once instructed his sister to call a few friends here to clean up the dust when she was fine.

When Lu Zhenghua was alive, he liked wood and antiques, so that the furniture and knick-knacks in the room were extraordinarily valuable, especially the fine rosewood furniture.

After 20 years, these things are all necessary for rich families, and any chair is worth more than 100,000 yuan.

The ancestral hall is very quiet, and the advantage of ancient Chinese architecture is that it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Without turning on the air conditioning, the late autumn at night is already chilly, but the air inside the ancestral hall is warm.

Above the hall, more than a dozen signs are lined up neatly, the three words Lu Zhenghua are at the forefront, and there is an incense burner below, which is clean inside.

Maybe it's because the hired people are so diligent that they don't leave any incense ashes behind.

Or maybe the descendants of the Lu family are too affectionate, and the elders have passed away for a year, and even Zhuxiang refuses to come over.

The latter is more likely.

Jiang Yang looked down at his body, his suit was clean and smooth, and then he strode forward, reached out and picked up the three pillars of incense, took out a lighter and lit it, shook it twice in the air, and waited for the fire on the incense to be extinguished, and then stood on the incense burner.

Looking at Lu Zhenghua's three words thoughtfully, he took two steps back, took out a chair and put it in the middle of the ancestral hall, sat down and talked to himself, looking a little crazy.

"Lao Lu, it's been more than a year, how are you doing down there? Imp's money is not easy to make, right? ”

Jiang Yang leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigarette, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"Actually."

Jiang Yang looked at Lu Zhenghua's spiritual position and said, "People outside hate you, but I don't hate you." ”

"Like you, I have felt the despair of the moment of death."

"They are greedily watching us and want to take away everything we have, but they are cowardly and incompetent, and they can only take what we have in our hands by ending our lives."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yang showed a playful smile on his face: "In this regard, I am better than you." I killed me from childhood to adulthood, but it was your precious son who killed you. ”

His expression was a little strange, obviously with a playful smile on his face, but his eyes revealed sadness and pain that could not be hidden.

Jiang Yang was holding a cigarette, perhaps his thoughts drifted too far, and the ash fell on the brand-new suit without knowing it.

"After you left, I cleaned up Wei Hong."

After a long time, Jiang Yang took a puff of his cigarette and flicked the ash on the ground: "He killed my designer in order to kill everything." ”

"In the future, no one will know about Lu Zhenghua and Wei Hong, and some are just legends about my Jiangyang."

Jiang Yang leaned forward, stared at Lu Zhenghua's spiritual position and said, "Old Lu, are you angry?" ”

"Ugh."

"Uninteresting."

Jiang Yang leaned back in his chair: "I'm actually like I'm coming to talk to you, because just last night, I figured out a truth." ”

"Whether it's truth or morality, there are two completely different sides."

"There is no real right or wrong in this world."

"People are restless, they are restless. Only by mastering complete dominance can everyone be quiet and listen to your reasoning. ”

Jiang Yang extinguished the cigarette butt, got up, and lit two cigarettes.

One was placed on the incense burner, and he returned to the chair with the other in his hand, facing Lu Zhenghua's spiritual position again.

"Didn't you do that then?"

Jiang Yang took a deep breath and continued: "Only when Shishan's business is mostly in control of the business has the right to negotiate terms with outside channels, and make money is money, but after all, your old Lu has made Shishan's market come alive." ”

"They say that you have a monopoly, that your family is dominant, and that you have made half of the money in this stone mountain."

"I guess you've thought about the same problem as me." Outside the ancestral hall, the autumn wind is whining, and the branches of the trees are whirring.

Jiang Yang didn't speak again, sitting in the ancestral hall, smoking cigarettes one after another.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Yang got up and glanced at the spiritual position, turned around to the door, stopped, and turned back and said: "As long as I am alive, the old mansion of the Lu family will always exist in this land, and the lights here will always be on for you, I'm afraid you won't find your way back."

"Come back when you're homesick, don't be embarrassed, although the house is mine now, it's okay to lend it to you."

With that, Jiang Yang stretched out his hand and closed the door of the ancestral hall.

When he went out, the wind was stronger, and Jiang Yang's hair was messy, as if Lu Zhenghua was roaring.

Jiang Yang smiled and walked out along the corridor.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang."

Two young people walked over to say hello, Jiang Yang nodded slightly, and then ordered: "Don't clean up the incense ashes in the ancestral hall so diligently, and light some incense every other day and every five days." Such a big ancestral hall, the inside of the incense burner is clean, and it is a shame. ”

"I know Mr. Jiang."

The young man nodded in response.

Jiang Yang strode away.

"Wasn't Lu Zhenghua a sworn enemy with Mr. Jiang before? It's really strange that people are dead, and they still have feelings! ”

"I don't know, oops, you don't have to say a word, it's the middle of the night, it's scary."

Another gust of wind blew, and the two young men hugged their shoulders and rubbed them violently.

In hindsight, it's quite scary.

The door of the Lu family's old house.

After the Mercedes left, a poorly dressed figure limped out of the corner.

This person's face is dirty, he can't see his facial features clearly, and there are strangulation marks on his neck, which is shocking.

He was holding a dead branch in both hands, the leather shoe on his left foot was worn out, the sneaker on his right foot was half missing, and half of his foot was exposed to the air, and if he looked closely, only two toes remained.

Not only that, but his left palm was also half missing, and he was covering it with his right hand at this time, his face was full of pain, staring at the courtyard door of the Lu family's old house, and knelt on the ground with a puff: "Dad...... Father......! ”

It seemed to be crying, but the voice was very low, for fear that others would hear it, and it was extremely miserable, as if it came from hell.