Zhong Ling stepped on the ground, walked quickly to the other side of the kang, and as soon as she lifted the quilt, she saw the face with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but no blood.

This face is Zhong Shuling's twin brother Zhong Shuyu, Zhong Shuyu, who didn't think his sister was stupid, played with his sister since he was a child, and often coaxed his sister with all kinds of interesting gadgets.

Zhong Ling looked at the pale face, and his hand paused in the air for two seconds before reaching Zhong Shuyu's snort.

As I guessed, there was no breath at all, and the skin was cold, and it looked like it had been there for a while.

Zhong Ling's fingers stiffened for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing back.

She looked at the boy on the bed with heavy eyes.

Actually, she shouldn't have been surprised, according to the memory of fusion, when Zhong Shuyu fell into the ice river before Zhong Shuling, since Zhong Shuling didn't survive, how could Zhong Shuyu be spared.

But she still felt some regret in her heart.

After all, it is the age when teenagers are in high spirits.

Zhong Shuyu and Zhong Shuling, the brother and sister, should not have had this ending.

Because the two of them fell into the glacier, it was clearly a murder, and Zhong Shuling, a fool at the time, may not be able to see it, but she melted Zhong Shuling's memory, and through the picture at the time, she saw a lot of strange things.

Murder!

The corners of Zhong Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

Zhang Yinghua didn't know what Zhong Ling was thinking, she touched her son's cold face, and burst into tears again.

"Yu'er...... My Yu'er...... Why can't you bear to leave your mother's ......?"

“…… What will I do in the future......"

Zhong Ling came back to his senses and heard Zhang Yinghua's sad and vague mutter, and his eyes narrowed.

In an era when most women can only be trapped in the back house, she knows very well what a son means.

So she understood what Zhang Yinghua was worried about under these words.

According to her memories of what Zhong Shuling has heard and watched since she was a child, Zhang Yinghua's husband Zhong Zhengzhi is a completely ungrateful Phoenix scumbag.

That man was extremely disgusted with Zhang Yinghua when Zhang Yinghua's father was dismissed and exiled.

But he may be afraid of being saddled with an ungrateful reputation, and because Zhang Yinghua has nothing wrong, he has never dared to give up.

However, although she did not give up, in the past few years, Zhang Yinghua has been begging for a living under the concubine in the name of her wife.

Now that he has lost his only son-in-law and Zhang Yinghua can't give birth, Zhong Zhengzhi can obviously find an excuse to abandon Zhang Yinghua.

If it is modern, it is obviously not a big deal to separate and separate, but in this era, it is obviously impossible to say the same, especially when Zhang Yinghua's mother family is in trouble now, being abandoned is definitely the worst situation.

So she would never allow that to happen.

If you want to take a break, then Zhang Yinghua will take a break from this scumbag in the future.

While pondering, Zhong Ling looked at Zhong Shuyu on the bed, her eyes moved suddenly, she turned her head sharply to look at the window, there was no light reflected there, and at the same time there was no sound outside, obviously this was the third watch in the middle of the night.

Zhong Ling retracted his gaze, stared at Zhong Shuyu on the bed, and whispered with his eyes: "The matter of my brother's death, except for my mother, do you know it, has it been spread?" ”

Zhang Yinghua shook her head and said in a dumb voice: "No." ”

Yu'er walked in the second half of the night, when Lan'er had already gone back to rest.

The two maids couldn't move at all, only she guarded, when she found that Yu'er went, she fainted in a hurry, and when she woke up again, she only cared about crying beside her son, where to care about who to notify.

At that time, she almost wanted to die with her son, but thinking of her Lan'er and Guan'er, as well as Ling'er with a trace of anger, how could she die.

After she cried, she quickly knelt down and prayed to her daughter.

Until now, I just woke up my daughter.

Zhong Ling was satisfied when he heard this, since no one knew, it would be easy to do.

Zhong Ling walked quickly to the window, pushed open a gap and looked out, to make sure that there was no one outside, she closed the doors and windows, returned to Zhang Yinghua's side, and stared at Zhong Shuyu on the bed for a few seconds.

After a while, she spoke: "From now on, I will be Zhong Shuyu." ”

"What ......"

Zhang Yinghua raised her head blankly and looked at her daughter.

Zhong Ling looked at Zhang Yinghua, his dark eyes were deep and quiet, and he repeated word by word: "I will be Zhong Shuyu in the future." ”