Judgment

lead:

Chen Qiuju came out of the mountains and went to the imperial capital to go to university and was about to graduate.

After graduating from junior high school, Xu Mingyu went to a technical secondary school and was worried about his future.

Cong Rong is just a junior this year, preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and her future is still bleak.

In addition to the three of them, there are many students sponsored by Zhong Yuyi.Some of them are already on the road, and some are on the way.Some of them will become famous, some will live a mediocre life, and some will continue to return to the yellow land of their hometown to herd cattle and raise children.

What about Zhong Yuyi?He can't see these.

He gave the children a chance to study, but it doesn't mean that all the children will be successful, and many students even give up halfway, wasting the money earned by hard work.

Zhong Yuyi didn't know, if he knew, would he mind?

Smile at most.

It's like giving the world a light.

If one day, the lamp is blown out by someone, how can it care about the darkness around it.

It no longer shines by itself.

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When Cong Xiangtian woke up, he still felt a dull pain in his head, and his temples throbbed sharply.

But he was very happy and didn't mind it at all.Because he is not dead!

That little son of a bitch tried to kill him, but he was alive and alive.Cong Xiangtian was happy in his heart, and cursed fiercely.This time, the little bastard must look good!Let their group of people never turn over again.

"woke up?"

Old Yu pushed the door open and came in.

"I asked an acquaintance to wash your stomach for you, there is no major problem. You are lucky, you haven't had time to digest those things." He moved a chair and sat next to Cong Xiangtian.

In an alley late at night, I picked up a middle-aged man who had been poisoned by a chemical poison. As a reporter, his sense of news made Lao Yu not send him to the hospital, but asked a doctor in a private clinic he was familiar with for help.

Thanks to this life, there is no major problem, and there are no sequelae.

"You..." Cong Xiangtian looked at Lao Yu, he still had a little memory of grabbing this man's sleeve last night. "You saved me, okay, I will repay you! When I have money, I will repay you. Those who harmed me, I will make them regret!"

Lao Yu looked at the man in the ragged coat with disdain in his heart.Such a down-and-out man who looks like a worthless man who gets drunk all day long, what kind of money can he have, nonsense?

"Don't believe me! I will be rich right away!"

Seeing his expression, Cong Xiangtian waved his hands excitedly. "Not only do I need money, but I also want everyone to know the true colors of those people! Make them regret it!"

"Those little bastards..."

Cong Xiangtian was still cursing, but Lao Yu stood up impatiently, he was very disappointed.Originally, he thought he had picked up a secret and came back, but he didn't expect it to be just a lunatic with mental problems and complaining about others.

Such a person can pick up quite a few by walking around the street every day.Phew, waste of time.

Just when he was about to open the door and go out, Cong Xiangtian cursed in a low voice—that old bastard Zhong Yuyi.Reporter Yu's heart, which was about to stay away, rushed back immediately.He swished back to sit beside Cong Xiangtian's bed, and asked with a smile.

"Brother, did you mention Mr. Zhong just now?"

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The funeral home opened early in the morning, and Wang Chen came to work on time.

However, when he opened the room where Zhong Yuyi's body was stored, he found that someone had already been in the room.

The man turned his head when he heard the voice.The dark eyes looked a little eerie and scary in the room where the morning light couldn't shine.This person turned out to be Cong Rong.

"Mr. Cong." Wang Chen didn't ask how he got in, but just greeted him lightly.

Cong Rong squinted his eyes, as if he was adapting to the light coming in from outside the door.His face was a little pale, as if he had just experienced a major event, or as if he had made a decisive decision.

He asked Wang Chen. "Is there... any news today?"

"News? The country in the east is still rebelling, the price of cabbage has been cut again, it was revealed that the singer had an illegitimate daughter, and Er Huang at the door bit a person yesterday." Wang Chen said casually. "Or, what you want to ask is not these, but something else?"

His last few words were spoken lightly, but they hit Cong Rong's heart so hard that he almost jumped up in shock.Cong Rong squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the young funeral home worker, and finally saw Wang Chen bent over to sweep the floor, and there was nothing unusual about it.

He laughed at himself for being suspicious.

"Pretend I didn't ask." Walking out of the house, Cong Rong looked at the sun that had just risen in the east for a long time.

"What about today's funeral?" Wang Chen asked him from behind.

"It will be held as usual." Cong Rong said in a low voice, "This time, no one will disturb you."

Wang Chen looked at his back in the morning light, and it took him a long time to make a sound. "That's not necessarily the case."

At the same time, Lao Yu, who stayed up all night, was in absolute excitement. He grabbed Cong Xiangtian's arm and asked, "What you said is true, really? Is there any evidence!"

"Evidence?" Cong Xiangtian snorted coldly, "Even if what my old Cong said doesn't count, those records are still there, and you can definitely find them if you check them."

"Yes! Check the files!" Old Yu excitedly said, "The files from that year must still be there!"

"Reporter Yu." Cong Xiangtian was behind him, watching him tinkering. "What you said counts? I told you this secret, but I made up my mind. You must give me something in return, right?"

Lao Yu raised his head and looked at the man with pale face but greedy eyes.Disgusted in his heart, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, when this news becomes valuable, your share will not be lost!"

"It's not just like this!" Cong Xiangtian said ruthlessly, "I want to ruin Zhong Yuyi's reputation, and make the little bastard who hurt me regret it! He won't let me live, and I won't feel at ease even if his good grandpa dies." !"

When Cong Xiangtian said these words, his face was distorted and ferocious, and he was quite crazy.There is hatred and greed in his eyes, those eyes are cloudy and dirty, and nothing else can enter them.

Looking at this lunatic-like person, Lao Yu somehow remembered Zhong Yuyi's clean, stroke-by-stroke handwriting.The accounting book hidden in his arms suddenly became a little hot, and Lao Yu lost his interest for no reason.

"Don't worry, you won't lose a single penny." He finished speaking to Cong Xiangtian, pushed the door open and left.

Lao Yu ruthlessly wiped away the trace of unbearableness in his heart, this news must be released.Even if the person who is proud of it is Cong Xiangtian, the villain he hates so much.But so what?In order to survive for food and clothing, sometimes you have to rely on this kind of villain to make a lot of money.And good old people like Zhong Yuyi usually don't live long.

Good people don't live long, and evils last for thousands of years. This is the way of the world.

It was almost half a century ago, and the information is very difficult to check.Old Yu ate the ashes of the newspaper office and various archives all morning, digging through dozens of old materials.Only a few clues were found.Time was running out, and he had no time to rest, so he rushed over immediately.

This is a piece of land in the outskirts, somewhat remote and desolate.The scenery is pretty good, but it has no tourist value. No one has been developing it, but it is rare and quiet.

However, Lao Yu came today to disturb the tranquility.

He got out of the car and walked in along the stone path.In the line of sight, the outline of an old house can gradually be seen.It looks like a building from the beginning of the last century. Although the bricks and tiles have peeled off a lot and the paint surface has long since faded, it is not difficult to see that this was once a rather powerful family.

But now people are leaving the building empty, leaving only the empty house after the years have passed.

Seeing the empty house, Lao Yu also sighed.Yes, more than half a century has passed, who would still be here back then?

"Baby, who are you looking for?"

A sinister voice sounded from behind, startling Lao Yu, and turned around quickly.

But when he turned around, he was even more startled.Standing behind him turned out to be a terrifying and frightening ghost!The face is full of deep grooves, the eyes are white, and the body is twisted.

No, look carefully, only to find that it is just an old man with all his hair and teeth missing, with a stooped body.Because he was really too old, this appearance made people feel a sense of fear.

People who live to this age are probably no different from corpses.

The old man of unknown age asked again: "Baby, who are you looking for?"

"I, I came to find this family." Old Yu said in a daze, "Master, do you know this family?"

The old man turned his head to the side following the voice, and it was only then that Old Yu noticed that his eyes were blind.He couldn't see Old Yu, but he knew someone was coming only when he heard the noise.

Why did this old man appear near the old house, and who was he waiting for?Is the person he was waiting for here?

Thinking of this in his heart, Old Yu became a little scared of the old man.With this body and this age, if he is still waiting for people in this empty room every day, then there must be a lot of obsession in his heart.

"Know?" The old man repeated following Old Yu's words, "Do I know you? Hoho..."

He let out a horrible laugh, and suddenly a line of muddy tears flowed from his blind eyes. "Why don't you know me? I've been here every day, waiting for so many years. How can I not know you?"

He coughed and laughed, and asked Old Yu a question.

"Baby, do you know someone named Zhong?"

Last quote:

When Chen Qiuju was in college and Xu Mingyu went to other places to study technical secondary school, only Cong Rong came over every day.

He helped Mr. Zhong tidy up the dilapidated shack, and helped him tidy up the rags together. This job has become more and more proficient from the age of ten to the age of 20.

And grandpa is getting older.However, he still gets up early and greedily to pick it up every day, and no day is left behind.His desperate appearance seemed to be forcing himself, so that there was no way out.It's like deliberately using this kind of labor to torture yourself.

Cong Rong didn't know, why did grandpa treat him so harshly?Every time Zhong Yuyi bent down silently, Cong Rong could always see a different light in his eyes.

As a child, he did not understand what that light was.I get it now.

It was guilt, a look of wanting to make up for something.

Who does Zhong Yuyi feel guilty about and who does he owe?He has worked so hard for so many years, only others owe him his share.

Until one day, Cong Rong turned to a page in his diary.One page was kept by Zhong Yuyi, Cong Rong secretly took it out, and Cong Xiangtian saw it by accident.This small page of yellow paper really involved a lot of trouble.

Later, Cong Rong set fire to this page of the diary.

Then, someone sent a threatening letter for the contents of this paper.

In the end, Cong Rong left late at night to kill anyone who knew the secret of Grandpa.Whoever he is.

One night of diary, an uproar.

But this secret can never be erased.After all, it gradually surfaced.

Look at that, no matter how bright the lights are, they will eventually go out.

The author has something to say: Rest assured, Mr. Zhong will not collapse, he is still a bright light.