space player

Chapter 121

There was an unsolved murder case on the Changyu, so the shop couldn't open for the time being. Although the distributor who came from other places to buy the wine that had been struck by lightning would still buy some back, so as not to return empty-handed and waste the transportation fare. , but the nearby neighboring towns have stopped purchasing goods.

In terms of performance, Zhao Siyuan did not show too much panic and fear. After confirming a series of follow-up matters with Su Yanqing, he walked towards the Zhao family mansion at a leisurely pace. The expression on his face didn't change from usual.

Facing those people who came with curiosity, good deeds, or even jokes, he was very calm, as if nothing happened, or it was just an insignificant incident like losing a handkerchief.

All the way back from Changyu to Zhao’s mansion are all major companies. What happened to Changyu early in the morning also alarmed them. Various versions of rumors are flying everywhere:
It is said that in order to kill people, Zhao Siyuan made the man who made up the false accounts for him, and the body was discovered before it could be disposed of.

It is also said that the guy wanted to steal the account book and money of Changyu and escape, but was discovered by Zhao Chengqi, and Zhao Chengqi killed him.

It was also said that the clerk had an affair with the Zhao family's maid/young mistress/young master himself and was killed by his employer.

Faced with those probing eyes, sizing up with ill intentions, and people who pretended to care but were watching the show offered him unexplained condolences, he politely and tactfully dealt with it, just like he has done for many years. It has been done countless times in the market.

Turn around the next street and you will see the Zhao Family Mansion. The eldest lady Liao Shi is standing at the door. She is looking around anxiously. When the clerks in Changyu came to report the news early in the morning, she also heard that someone died in the shop. The case, the husband and his son left in a hurry and never came back after noon.

Zhao Siyuan suddenly felt that his legs were very heavy, thinking about his son who was taken away and detained, and the shop that was closed down, he didn't know how to face his wife who was expecting him to come home, although the relationship between his wife and him had long been Without the sweetness of a young couple, the fight between his wife and other concubines for his son has upset him for many years, and he can't escape those fights when he goes home.

But now, the figure standing in the wind and snow at the door made him feel scared. After all, he still had feelings. If it were a stranger standing there, he could calmly and coldly package the facts before saying it, but , Facing that figure that was no longer graceful and graceful, Zhao Siyuan could not speak.

There are still three steps to go.

Just three more steps, and he will walk out of this alley,
His wife Liao who was standing at the door would also see him, she would definitely run to him and ask him what happened, why didn't his son come back together, what happened in the shop...

The heavy chaos in his head pressed heavily, and he felt a heavy pressure in his chest. Zhao Siyuan wanted to take a big breath, but found that he couldn't take in any air at all. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and couldn't stand stably.

He reached out tremblingly, hoping that the dark gray brick wall beside him would give him some support.

The brick wall in the snow was as piercing as ice and snow. He gave it a hand, and his weak hands slid down against the brick wall.The whole person also fell backwards.

He closed his eyes and waited for his body to collide heavily with the hard bluestone pavement.

Unexpectedly, someone caught him firmly and said to him, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Siyuan opened his eyes slightly, and what came into view was Zhao Chengping's worried and concerned face. Zhao Siyuan tried his best to hold himself up: "It's you, you have been following me?"

"I just came here after talking with forensic doctor Su. I was afraid that my father would think that I was the murderer who caused my elder brother to be taken away, so I didn't dare to get too close." Zhao Chengping said.

Although he doesn't have any father-son affection for Zhao Siyuan, he can empathize with the feelings of his closest relatives after an accident. He has experienced that kind of powerlessness and helplessness once, and hopes that he will never encounter it again in this life.

"Let me help you go back." Zhao Chengping held his shoulder steadily.

Zhao Siyuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The cold air cheered him up. He stood up straight and opened Zhao Chengping's hand holding his shoulder with a slap: "No need."

After finishing speaking, with his head held high, he walked towards Zhao's mansion, towards his wife who was anxiously waiting at the gate.

Zhao Chengping looked at the back of his hand that was slapped, and the slap on his face seemed to be burning with pain. He shook his head: "I'm really troublesome."

At the other end, Mrs. Liao saw Zhao Siyuan's figure, and rushed up to him early. She pulled him and seemed to be asking something. Zhao Siyuan said a few words to her, then strode towards the door of the house, with Mrs. Liao following closely behind. What he was talking about, Zhao Siyuan waved his hand impatiently. He stepped steadily up the three steps in front of the door, but did not cross the low threshold. He tripped heavily under his feet and fell forward. , Liao’s exclamation could be heard by Zhao Chengping in the alley.

The servant standing at the door stepped forward in panic to support Zhao Siyuan and went back to the house.

He should be well taken care of at home.

Zhao Chengping turned around and left. He had more important things to do.

The life in the fairy training class is always so peaceful and normal. Whether it is setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year or setting fire to people outside, it has nothing to do with them at all.

Before pushing open the black painted door, Zhao Chengping thought so, but when he stood behind the door, he found that today's situation seemed a little different from usual.

He walked through the small garden he entered, and before he could bypass the stone screen carved with magpies climbing plums, he heard the voices of people in the conference hall, and there were usually only a few people in the hall.

"Zhao Chengping, you're here." Barefoot Daxian watched him walk around the stone screen and shouted loudly.

Everyone who was discussing something in the hall fell silent. Looking up at him, Zhao Chengping was a little dazed. Standing outside the threshold, feeling the low air pressure in the room, he didn't want to go in.

Nezha came over and pulled him into the house: "Come in quickly."

Zhao Chengping looked around at the gods: "What happened?"

"Oh, it's terrible."

"Something happened."

"You must take care of this matter."

"Ouch, what should I do?"

Several flower fairies chattered for a long time, but none of them got to the point. Before Zhao Chengping got impatient, Fomalhaut couldn't take it anymore. He stretched out his hand and pressed down: "You all stop talking, Let me tell you."

Although the flower fairies felt that he was deliberately trying to overwhelm others, they did not dare to say anything at this time and had no choice but to shut up.

Fomalhaut succinctly explained what had happened.

(End of this chapter)