Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

After a few minutes of inexplicable silence, Yuanye suddenly spoke.

"I don't know either." As if answering Ye Zhen's question, "I don't know whether I hate him or miss him - or more likely, I'm just thinking about why."

Ye Zhen was silent for two seconds before asking, "Why?"

"Why didn't he want to say a few more words to me before he died? And what did he say in the end?" Yuan Ye's face was very calm. "I really want to know this, but I can't ask Ye Shiyi."

"Because she won't tell you?"

"No, because I don't want to have anything to do with her anymore."

After a moment, Ye Zhen changed the subject.

"Can you tell me how your brother died?"

Yuanye raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at him with a kind of silent contempt: "How many days have you been here?"

"...Two days?"

"Nothing?"

"...I didn't ask." Ye Zhen said coldly, "I just asked the kids to take me to the places Ye Kong likes to go."

"So? Where did you go?"

Ye Zhen thought it was none of your business, but because he wanted to get more information, he had to answer him: "Dessert shop, bookstore, art gallery, and here..."

He added: "The kids here are all very cute."

"Like an angel, right?" Yuanye looked at him with even more contempt.

That was the contempt of one kind of people for another kind of people, as if they were not in the same world, and in the wild world, there were more of their kind around him.

What made Ye Zhen feel most uncomfortable was that, standing in front of this tombstone, Yuan Ye's eyes hidden in the shadows clearly expressed one thing - even if he and Ye Kong did not get along, even if he said that he did not want to have anything to do with Ye Kong anymore, and maybe even hated Ye Kong, but Ye Kong was still his kind.

Together with this orphanage, this tombstone, even with this mountain, every tree and blade of grass here, and every child, they spent a long time together. Even though they broke up with each other, they still exuded the same kind of breath.

And he was just a presumptuous and ignorant intruder.

This discomfort made Ye Zhen speechless, but his face became even colder.

Yuan Ye did not continue to look at him, and only said lightly: "Ye Shiyi was like that when she was a child, even when she was silent. But only people who have lived here for a long time know her true face - just like these children."

The corners of his mouth curved slightly. "Every one of these kids you see is a smart person. They know your identity and what you want to know, but no one will reveal the really important information to you."

"What do you mean?"

"The dessert shop, the bookstore, the art gallery, the back hill, right?" Yuan Ye said, "They are all things that Ye Shiyi doesn't mind if others know about them - but the place where she spends the most time is the chess room."

"...Chess room?"

Glancing at Ye Zhen's bewildered expression, Yuan Ye raised his eyebrows and said, "Look, you don't even know that she can play chess."

"This is what Ye Shiyi doesn't want anyone to know." Yuan Ye said, "When she first started playing chess, she killed all the chess rooms in Huahe County. If you look for her now, those old chess rooms should still have her photo and name."

"…Why can't people know that she can play chess?"

"Because she didn't want anyone to know," Yuanye said. "After she ran away from home a year after her teenage years, she never played chess again."

“…Running away from home?”

"You don't know this either?" Yuan Ye laughed coldly. "It should be okay for Ye Shiyi to be known by others. It seems that these kids not only don't like you, but they may even hate you. Otherwise, they would work harder to make money."

“……” Ye Zhen, who didn’t notice anything, could only remain silent with a cold face.

"Before my brother passed away, Dean Sun also set up a chess room in the hospital. When Ye Shiyi was studying chess, she could stay there alone for a whole week. But after she ran away from home, she never went there again. However, there are chess records and drafts left in that room. No one will take you to this place, right? It's like there is no chess room here at all?"

"..."

Yuanye was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a shout.

At this time, there was only a last wisp of cloud left in the sky, and all the trees on the mountain were sunk into gray shadows.

Looking down the mountain, there was a tall dim light that lit up, illuminating the distant and vague way down the mountain.

At the end of the road, Xiao Zhi, who had just gone downstairs, was standing there, waving at them frantically: "It's time to eat! The dean asked me to call you! And brother Yuanye, the dean heard that you're back and asked you to go downstairs to see him!"

The child's voice was clear and cheerful, without any gloom even in the dark evening.

Yuan Ye said "OK" loudly, but his face was calm. "This Xiao Zhi is Ye Shiyi's apprentice. He has learned calligraphy and suona from her. Every time Ye Shiyi returns to the orphanage, he follows her like a tail. He has found almost every place in the orphanage where Ye Shiyi has left traces. Of all the children, he can be said to be the one who knows Ye Shiyi best."

"But apart from taking you to some insignificant places, didn't he tell you any intelligence?"

"..." Ye Zhen said coldly, "He brought me to see your brother's tombstone."

"But did he say who this tombstone belongs to? Did he say what this tombstone means to Ye Kong? He knows everything." Yuan Ye glanced at him with a smile, "Besides, what Ye Shiyi really cares about is not this tombstone or this mountain."

Yuanye turned his head and looked upwards.

At the end of the deep forest, it's all shadows.

A strong wind swept in from top to bottom, bringing with it the cool scent of grass and trees, blowing the two people's short hair and exposing the equally dark eyes of the wilderness in the blurry light.

"Behind that mountain, there is an abandoned welfare home - I don't know if Ye Da Ming Xing has heard of it, but it's an welfare home that was on the news."

The sound of the wilderness sounded faintly, as if the souls that refused to rest in the wasteland were emitting a hint of coolness.

"Seven years ago, on the eve of running away from home, Ye Shiyi used explosive materials he got from somewhere to blow it up—"

Yuan Ye turned to look at Ye Zhen, whose pupils were trembling, and raised his hand to make a gesture: "Bang."

His voice was very soft, like the sound of falling snow: "Can you imagine? It's just an empty building."

"In order to blow it up, she, a physically weak person who was too tired to even walk around the yard, dragged the materials alone and crossed the mountain in the dark while everyone was asleep."

"She was only fourteen at the time."

Yuanye laughed: "She is a monster."

"From the moment I met her, I felt that her future would either be a premature death due to offending too many people, or she would be sent to a mental hospital because she was too crazy and paranoid."

Ye Zhen couldn’t remember what Yuan Ye said afterwards.

But what he remembered most was the wind he smelled that night.

Coming from the depths of the mountains and forests, from the jagged shadows in the night.

It came from the orphanage that was said to be hidden behind the mountain and had long since become a ruin.

He always felt that he could smell the scent of withering grass and trees and the wailing of souls in the wind.

Scalding hot and burnt.

It was as if the orphanage was still burning endlessly.

So the mountains and plains were filled with the ashes of humanity.