When his aunt had an accident, he was still very young, but after years of intermittent investigations, he has basically figured out who caused his aunt.

He was surprised by a play he listened to temporarily tonight.

It turned out that there was another secret, and the murderer behind it turned out to be Wang Fangfei.

It just seems that there is a hidden hand behind Wang Fangfei.

"Can you tell me who the person in the photo just now is?"

Zhou Zhaohui knew that what he said was abrupt, but he still mustered up the courage to ask, Wang Fangfei should be damned, but that person should be damned.

He must avenge his aunt.

Mingjing looked at the young man in front of him, saw the strong hatred in his eyes, and shook his head: "If you seek revenge against her, then her younger generation will seek revenge from you, and it goes on and on, when will the hatred stop? "

"But my aunt was treated so cruelly, her life was ruined, how can the perpetrators go unpunished?"

"Good and evil will be repaid in the end, and she will have retribution."

"Do bad people really get retribution?" Zhou Zhaohui murmured, isn't this sentence deceiving himself?

Ming Jing looked at him seriously: "Do you believe me?"

Zhou Zhaohui almost indulged in those beautiful eyes. If it was a dream, he would rather sleep forever than wake up.

"I...I believe."

The cold wind blew, and Zhou Zhaohui was jolted and suddenly woke up.

There was no one around, except for the intermittent noise from the reception not far away.

Touching his head, Zhou Zhaohui thought to himself, I hope good and evil really have retribution.

——

Except for the episode of Wang Fangfei, tonight's reception was quite successful.

The whole Nanzhou knows that the heir of the Jiang family is Jiang Heng's son, a young talent who is better than blue, and a young man who is about to win the hearts of all the ladies in Nanzhou again.

After the reception was over, Jiang Jinchen arranged the finishing touches and sent the tired old Madam Jiang back to Jiang's house.

As soon as she entered Jiang's house, Xiaohua walked over and said, "Old Madam, Young Master Jiang, Miss, please come over."

The two looked at each other. Although Mrs. Jiang was very tired, if Mingjing hadn't had something important to do, she wouldn't have disturbed the two of them so late. She wasn't so indifferent, so she cheered up and joined Jiang Jinchen. Follow Xiaohua into the guest house.

This is a small yard with three guest rooms distributed. There are several pomegranate trees planted in the yard. The pomegranate trees have grown very tall, covering the hazy moonlight, adding a bit of poetry.

In the guest room in the middle at this moment, the dim yellow firelight swayed on the doors and windows, inexplicably a bit gloomy, and I don't know if it was a cold night, Madam Jiang suddenly felt a layer of chill creeping along the texture of the skin and covering every pore. .

It's not light, it's candlelight.

Jiang Jinchen helped Madam Jiang up the stairs: "Be careful."

At this moment, the closed door of the room suddenly opened, and there was no one standing inside the door.

Mrs. Jiang subconsciously grasped Jiang Jinchen's arm, Jiang Jinchen pursed her lips, stared at the floor where the candles flickered in the threshold, and said calmly, "Grandma, don't be afraid, Mingjing must have something important to do with us."

Xiaohua silently backed out and closed the door of the small courtyard.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Jinchen helped the old lady to step into the threshold.

A wisp of fragrance hits, the first smell is sweet, and then the taste is bitter, just like the taste of life.

Under the faintly jumping candlelight, sitting beside the table was a slender girl dressed in black. The dim yellow candlelight shone on the bloodless skin, adding a bit of warmth.

"You are here."

The girl raised her slender jade fingers, and a faint blue flame burned in her palm.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Jinchen and Madam Jiang were startled at the same time, but the two of them were able to keep their composure and not be so frightened that they lost their temper.

Under the light of that faint blue flame, the girl's brows had a sense of unprovoked compassion and beauty, and the sacredness made it impossible to look directly at her.

Jiang Jinchen stared, his fingernails unknowingly digging into his palm.

"Twenty years ago, Jiang Heng was brutally killed for no reason in Jiangzhou. The dead body was buried in the ground, and the soul was transferred to reincarnation. However, Jiang Chunlan could not accept Jiang Heng's death. Jiang Heng's soul, in five years, finally let her do it."

Madam Jiang's eyes widened as she listened, and even Jiang Jinchen couldn't control her excitement.

Only the girl sitting under the candlelight, from beginning to end, narrated a story that seemed like someone else with a very calm tone.

"This method is vicious and goes against the law of heaven. Even if Jiang Heng is reborn, there will be no afterlife. Jiang Chunlan is obsessed with it alone, and countless people will fall into a place of eternal doom, and will be condemned by heaven."

As the tail sound fell, Jiang Jinchen's body swayed, and his eyes were dazed.

It turned out that his mother kept so many secrets from him.

Madam Jiang suddenly looked at the blue fire in the palm of Mingjing's palm, her lips trembling, her eyes full of excitement: "Is this...?"

"I use Buddhism to transcend, today is the final time limit, maybe you are destined to meet this way, before the sandalwood burns out, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't let the boundless resentment spread. "

Mingjing's slender jade fingers gently lifted, and the faint blue flame burned even more intensely at her fingertips.

Suddenly, the candlelight "cracks" and jumps, like a long sigh, passing through a long time, and sounding heavily.

Ming Jing left the room, and the door of the room behind her was closed. She stood under the porch and looked up at the sky.

Clouds obscured the moonlight, and the earth was plunged into endless darkness.

There was a wooden door behind him, and there was the saddest cry in the world.

It's a surprise to find it again, but it is about to face eternal death again, turning into reincarnation and never seeing each other again.

This is the greatest helplessness in the world.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, not being able to ask, not being able to let go, life is called the eight sufferings.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The wind blew the girl's skirt, and the silver lotus pattern looked like moonlight.

——

Early the next morning, it was just dawn, and Ming Jing walked out of Mrs. Jiang's room.

Untangling the knot, Mrs. Jiang fell into a deep sleep.

The sky was blue, the sky was not yet clear, the air was wet, the young man standing under the pomegranate tree, his eyelashes and shoulders were already covered with a layer of water mist.

Seeing Mingjing, he immediately took a step forward, walked closer, and took a step back subconsciously.

This step will be a moat for eternity.

"Der Spiegel, thank you."

In the five words, there are thousands of words, thousands of thanks.

What he owes her, this life, has long been repaid, if there is an afterlife...

How could he dare to pray for the next life, but only in this life...

"Between you and me, why thank you."

"Mingjing, I know that you are going to Nanxi to find my mother's trace. Can I go with you? I want to bring her back. No matter what, this matter must have a result. I am her son. , no one knows her better than I do."

Mingjing thought for a while: "Okay, you take good care of the Jiang family these days. Before I leave, I will let you know that you are ready."

Before the sun came out, Ming Jing left Jiang's house.

Jiang Jinchen stood in the courtyard, looking in the direction Ming Jing left, and stood there for a long, long time.

Then he turned around and walked step by step in the established direction.

Walk on the path that belongs to him and take up the responsibility that belongs to him.

He knew that from now on, his and Mingjing's lives would be so different from each other.