Although the investigation did not improve, the strong-willed Song Yun was not discouraged. One day, when he looked up at his father's portrait, the nightmarish scene flashed through his mind. He suddenly remembered what his father had said at the time:

"Dad's friend Mr. Zhuge Yu lives in the manor near here, let's go visit him!"

"Yes!" Song Yun muttered to himself.

"I should ask Mr. Zhuge Yu for help. The husband's manor was not far from the place where his father was killed, and he must have heard about the case, and perhaps he could know the whereabouts of the woman in black. ”

Song Yun told his aunt about the plan, and set off on the same day to Fengshuping Village.

Unfortunately, Zhuge Yu does not live in the manor, and the old man Jiang Bo, who takes care of the manor, said:

"Mr. Zhuge 's wife has been in poor health for a long time, so a long time ago, almost fifteen years ago, their family moved to the southern coast of Dongzhou, where his wife passed away. Later, the husband left the two children in Dongzhou's sister's house and traveled alone to dilute the grief of losing his wife.

"When Mr. Zhuge returned from traveling, his sister bought him a house in Dongzhou and lived with his children. Since then, Mr. Zhuge has never returned. My wife and I have always cared for the estate. ”

Song Yun returned to Dongzhou by car and came to Zhuge Yu's residence.

"Oh! It turned out to be Song Rongheng's son, well, he looks just like your father. ”

Zhuge Yu excitedly held Song Yun's hands, his big and warm palms reminded Song Yun of his father's loving hands, and a sense of melancholy arose from the bottom of his heart.

Although Zhuge Yu is over sixty years old, he has a tough body and a straight back, like a soldier, and he is a burly and strong man with a cheerful personality.

"I am deeply saddened to learn of the murder of your father...... Has the murderer been caught now?"

"Not ...... yet"

"Oh, I heard that it has become an unsolvable unsolved case, and sure enough, ......"

Zhuge Yu's compassionate eyes focused on Song Yun, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows were full of tears.

Song Yun told the story of the woman in black, and at the same time told the fact that the woman was the murderer.

"The first time I heard about it, there was nothing in the newspapers." Zhuge Yu's eyes widened in horror.

Song Yun told Zhuge that he was looking for the woman and asked Zhuge if he knew her. Zhuge Yu shook his head, then furrowed his eyebrows, thinking alone. What a complicated and puzzling expression it was! Did he know the Lady in Black but didn't tell the truth, or was he sentimental about the tragedy of his old friend? Or is there a lot of hatred for the murderer? This made Song Yun feel at a loss, just blindly staring at the old man who was deep in thought.

After a moment of silence, suddenly both of them heard a soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" Zhuge Yu woke up from his contemplation.

A beautiful young girl walked in. She has a slender figure, eyes like autumn water, and short hair is pretty. When the girl saw the personable Song Yun, her dark eyes radiated a light of surprise, she smiled and nodded to Song Yun, and Song Yun hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"This is my daughter Zhuge Yun."

Zhuge Yu introduced the girl to Song Yun, and then the two young people began to greet and talk. Although it was the first time they met, they were speculative, as if they had met late.

Zhuge Yu, who was sitting in the armchair, listened to the conversation between his daughter and Song Yun with a smile, and fell into deep thought.

From that day on, Song Yun went to visit Zhuge Yu every day. Although the identity of the woman in black has not yet been revealed, she has the opportunity to meet and communicate with the charming Zhuge Yun, and Song Yun knows that he has fallen deeply in love with the gentle and beautiful Zhuge Yun.

Zhuge Yun also had a good impression of the young and handsome Song Yun, and soon, the two fell in love together. At dusk, they walk hand in hand on the lawn and enjoy the sunset, or sit side by side on the benches and talk in whispers. Pure love takes root and sprouts in the hearts of the two.

Zhuge Yu stood at the window of the living room and looked at the inseparable couple from afar, and couldn't help but have a kind and relieved smile on his face, and he deeply blessed the lovers.

After a period of time, Song Yun finally mustered up the courage to ask for a marriage, Zhuge Yu readily agreed, and said to Song Yun:

"In the past, my family had been living on the manor in Maple Ping, and my wife, Zou Lamei, was frail. The doctor decided that the humid climate there was not good for her, so we moved our family to Tung Chau, where we have been until now.

At that time, Zhuge Yun was only five years old, and her younger brother Zhuge Jian was not yet four years old. After moving here, Lamei's health recovered quickly, but she unfortunately passed away three years later. Maybe that's what it's called fate, right?

"Because Lamei liked the estate in Maple Flat so much, I bought it for her. Lamei was very happy, she personally commanded the servants to decorate the manor of Fengshuping, and also moved the furniture and artworks in the old house in Dongzhou, sorted out and decorated, everything here was carefully designed and decorated by her, and she also named the manor Zhuge Manor after me.

Lamei's heart has always been cared for by the manor, and the sweet memories of her life are also there. After Lamei's death, whenever I returned to the manor, I couldn't help but think of Lamei, where every grass and tree was her gentle and charming shadow, and when I saw everything, grief occupied my lonely heart. In order to avoid seeing the scene sad, I never went back.

"I have long planned to give Zhuge Yun's manor as a wedding gift to Zhuge Yun when she gets married, and I hope you will treat it as your new home and take good care of it."

Zhuge Yu couldn't help but wipe away the overflowing tears with a handkerchief.

Hearing Zhuge Yu mention this sad past, Song Yun was deeply moved, and he believed that Zhuge Yu and his wife must be a loving couple.

After the wedding, Zhuge Yu handed over an old key to Zhuge Yun, and then said gently:

"This is the key to the innermost room in the manor, which is your mother's bedroom, and the rest will be taken care of by Old Man Jiang. In the past, I locked your mother's bedroom and didn't allow anyone to enter. Because that's where her heart and soul is, and it's what I will never forget. I don't want anyone to change or destroy it...... However, from tomorrow onwards, make it your bedroom!"

"Dad, you're so nice, thank you!"

Zhuge Yun shed tears of gratitude and carefully took the old key. After a long time, Zhuge Yun has forgotten her mother's appearance, but she misses her gentle and elegant mother all the time.

When she was eight years old, her mother left the world, leaving her and her younger brother Zhuge Jian alone. Every time he thought of this, Zhuge Yun's heart was as painful as a knife. To this day, she still misses the warm feeling of being held tightly in her mother's arms.

For Zhuge Yun, who lost her mother's love since she was a child, her biggest wish is to pay homage to her mother's portrait, touch the female red she made herself, and understand the feelings of missing her mother.

"Ah, from tomorrow I will be able to live in my mother's bedroom." Zhuge Yun was excited, and held the old key tightly with both hands.