The mist was shrouded in the early morning, and the slight sunshine slowly shone into this peaceful country town through the overlapping peaks. The bitter morning breeze, mixed with a hint of cold air, penetrated into the bones. Song Ru, I lowered my head and looked at the time. It was six-thirty in the morning.

When she got up, Chu Yu was still asleep and did not notice any movement at all. Song Ru, I hurriedly left a note and left. She walked to the door of her house in the early morning. The turmeric light covered the old house. Everything made people feel that nothing had happened. After a long time, it passed quietly and peacefully.

Song Ru, I drove away the car she had taken Sheng Yang with at first. The sound of the car "buzzing" was particularly clear in the quiet morning. Song Ru, I took a last look at the house that had spent every minute and every second when I was young, and then left with a foot of the oil door.

Behind Yuan Lang was buried on a small hill in the easternmost part of the Eastern Wu. Yuan Min finally "spent" a lot of money to find a good place for his brother. That mountain was the best place for the entire Eastern Wu incense, and later became a landmark "sex" building in the Eastern Wu. The roads along the way were occupied by various vendors, and some even asked for prices everywhere.

Six years later, Song Ru, who returned to the Eastern Wu, found that he actually needed a ticket to visit Yuan Lang's tomb. Sixty yuan per ticket, Song Ru, I was also considered a group of people who went up the mountain very early. At around 8 o'clock in the morning, there were already many people.

In fact, I am not confident enough, so I need to rely on it. The Buddhist culture with a long history provides a very good place for these people who need to rely on it. Song Ru, I have been abroad for many years and was very helpless. In the end, I still rely on myself, but now I no longer believe in many things.

It was even colder in the mountain in the morning. Song Ru, I wrapped my clothes tightly and kept moving forward with my head down. In fact, it doesn’t take long to go up the mountain. If I don’t buy anything, I will go up the mountain directly and reach the top of the mountain in twenty minutes. Song Ru, I lowered my head all the way, and let me continue to move forward when I met someone, so I reached the top of the mountain before nine o’clock.

The temple on the top of the mountain, which had almost no one many years ago, had been well rebuilt, and there were even many people inside. Song Ru, I glanced at it and said that in the morning, there was a little monk sweeping the floor in the temple. There were not many people, but it was quiet.

She quickly passed through the temple, passed through a small bamboo forest, and arrived at the cemetery. Over the years, the people of the Eastern Wu probably knew that this Feng Shui treasure land had been well-maintained. Song Ru, I found Yuan Lang's tombstone, gently wiped the old photos, knelt down slowly, and kowtowed three times.

"Dad, thank you for taking me in." Song Ru, I made up my mind: "But I hurt you."

Money is the most hurtful weapon in the world. Li Mubai's mother used this reason to humiliate her. Sheng Congsu played with her in the palm of her hand for this reason. And her adoptive father Yuan Lang almost died because of this reason.

Song Ru, long after Yuan Lang's death, I realized that she was actually not Yuan Lang's biological daughter. Yuan Lang just adopted her and brought her to Busan for upbringing. In the poor family, because Yuan Lang adopted Song Ru, I earned 100,000 pounds a year, which was almost a huge sum of money in that era, and the support was transferred to Yuan Lang's account on time on Christmas every year.

And this money disappeared after Yuan Lang's death. If Song Ru hadn't learned the facts in London later, she wouldn't have even known that the money existed. So she had doubts about the cause of Yuan Lang's death since then.

This is another reason why she returned to Busan. Eighteen-year-old Song Ru, I may be simple, but now she must doubt her after those difficult years.

In the quiet cemetery, the morning sun shone on Song Ru and me. She looked at Yuan Lang who was smiling gently in the photo, and suddenly felt uncomfortable and tears flowed down first.

"Dad, I'm so tired..."

"Actually, I had already recognized the facts when I was abroad in those years. I knew that even if I returned to Busan, I would not be able to fight Sheng Congsu."

"But I was unwilling to give up after all. I asked him the last time yesterday. He was indeed related to Ji Fan's death. He was too bullying. He was not satisfied with my appearance now. He just wanted to hurt innocent people, new and old hatreds, how could I take that breath?"

In the quiet environment, only Song Ru's words were circling back and forth. She cried and laughed, kneeling sorely, and she said a lot of words.

It was not until noon that she stood up. At that time, many people were gradually heard from the temple in front of her, and even the sound of tourists ringing the bells.

"Buzz...buzz..." The echo resounded throughout the valley, and Song Ru, I was covered by someone before I even came out.

The man controlled her from behind, and she didn't even see who she was, and was pushed down the mountain.

The buzzing sound of bells and drums slowly drifted in the air, and no one heard Song Ru's cry. The location of the cemetery was originally in the back mountain, and no one found that there was one missing.

Day and night, day and night, Sheng Congsu woke up from the bed of the SYU People's Hospital at nearly six o'clock in the evening.

When Sheng Quan came, he was already unconscious. When he sent it, he was feverish and talking nonsense. Sheng Quan knew who he was calling, and thought that both of them were going to make up, but he didn't expect that they would look like this again. He felt that it was necessary to deal with it coldly, so he did not "slut" and disturb Song Ru, as he was in a daze.

Sheng Congsu was discharged from the hospital at 7 o'clock in the evening and then found that Song Ru and I were missing.

As the night fell, the town was still quiet and peaceful. Sheng Congsu stayed at Song Ru's house, and his whole body was chilling. He could hardly believe it. He lost his mind for the first time and called Song Ru's phone number over and over again.

No one answered, and the phone was finally turned off. Her car was found at the foot of the mountain, but the person was not found. Sheng Quan dispatched people from Busan and directly dispatched the police force of the Dongwu city through Nanmu City relations to search overnight.

"I will hate you for the rest of my life."

Song Ru's words are still heard, but you see, this is not the case in your life. How long has it been? This is definitely not the case for a lifetime.

Sheng Congsu also drove the car, and Sheng Quan followed him. He knew that although Sheng Congsu didn't say anything at this moment, his face was still as calm as water, but there might have been a turbulent wave behind him.

Six years ago, Song Ru, I escaped from the Sheng family villa. Sheng Congsu almost overturned the whole of Busan. At that time, he was young and even more ignorant of the consequences in his work. Sheng Congsu was angry and almost killed Li Mubai.

If you can't find it, it's unimaginable. Sheng Quan is worried that how many people will have to mess with when you do it again. What's more, this time, Song Ru, I don't seem to be running away, but more like I'm murdered.

"A Quan, how many years have you been with me?"

Sheng Quan was in the driver's seat and was clever: "It should be more than 20 years old. I arrived at the Sheng family when I was three years old, and I have been there until now."

Sheng Congsu seemed to ponder for a while, and then he asked, "Am I despicable?"

"Seventh Young Master..."

"I hurt her to the point where God cannot stand it, so God can't see it."

God is going to take her away and stay away from him, the villain.

"Seventh Master, you can't think so, the lady will definitely be fine."

Sheng Congsu just lowered his head when he heard this. He suddenly smiled bitterly, and in an inaudible voice, it seemed to be asking others or asking himself.

"How long is a lifetime? Is this a lifetime?"
Chapter completed!