Guilty Records

He took Louis' arm in a daze, "Tell me, if I tried my best to stop him, would everything be different?"

Louis nodded, and said lightly, "When he begged me? He was already ready to die? Lester is a thinking individual, you can't stop it?"

"But Louis...I don't have any friends anymore, and Al will never come back? Here..." Tang Zhibai leaned on his shoulder, his eyes were blank, and he spoke helplessly.

"It's okay, you still have me." Louis hugged him tightly, undercurrents flashed in his lowered starry eyes, like bright stars or a majestic sea, filled with tombs? The cold white mist surrounded Tang Zhibai layer upon layer , Some possessive love has never changed from beginning to end.

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After being sluggish for more than three months, Tang Zhibai has not regained his energy and is lying sickly in the room. This is a heart disease, and he will not recover so quickly.Seeing his father depressed, Ximo went to his bedroom every day to read books to him. The boy's clear and cheerful voice matched the dazzling sunlight outside the window, calm and soft, and everything was so beautiful.

"Dad, do I read well?" Ximo raised his head and smiled, his wet eyes begging for praise.

It is already remarkable to be able to master so many uncommon words at this age. Tang Zhibai rubbed the boy's hair. He is almost as smart as Louis when he was a child.

"Good to hear."

Xi Mo's eyes lit up, "Dad, the sun is very warm today, let's go to the garden to bask in the sun."

Tang Zhibai withdrew his hand, with a sad expression on his face, and said softly, "Father is a bit tired, go by yourself and bring Miss Triss, and be careful not to fall."

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The eyeliner of the Anjou family has been searching for news in Scotland for several months, but they have not found Al's body. Perhaps, as it was first reported, the body has already been cremated, and the ashes were lost in the war, or it is like an unknown corpse. Being scattered in the mountains, as long as he is not trampled after death, Tang Zhibai can coax himself? Feel at ease?

Even if there are no bones left, even if there are no bones left, Tang Zhibai can't bear it? Let Al be a wandering lonely ghost, wandering in the wind and rain with no return date. Later, he negotiated with Louis and bought a cemetery for him. Hold a funeral.

Sadly, about Al's family.

The Viscount Leicester had already returned to his hometown of Manchester with his whole family. Hearing Al's tone once, he reported to the newspaper to sever the blood relationship. It was the most shameful thing that had happened in the family. I am afraid that Mr. The former? The youngest son was extremely disappointed, and there was no news for several years.In fact, Tang Zhibai knows very well that Mr. Lester loves Al so much, how could he be so hard-hearted because of his momentary confusion? Ignore it for the rest of his life. When the turbulent situation passes, the Viscount will figure it out.

But now, how could Tang Zhibai have the heart to recall the two sixty-year-olds after such bad news?

Sometimes, a rebellious son who has not been heard from will cause far less harm than a son who died tragically on the battlefield.

After tossing and turning for three days, Tang Zhibai endured the pain and made up his mind. After all, Al longed for his father's forgiveness and his relatives' warmth. He was always very guilty and sent a letter to Manchester Farm according to the address, a handwritten one. Very long letter.

Soon he got a personal reply from the Viscount Leicester, which was very short and concise.

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In July, in the cemetery where roses are in full bloom, it is like a forest that no one has ever set foot on. The green and slightly damp moss is spread on the stones and bushes, and there is a stale smell of earth. After the memorial service, the whole memorial meeting was lonely and silent. Mrs. Leicester was sobbing. How many times she almost fainted in the arms of her eldest son. The Viscount sat on the wooden chair with his back straight, his face expressionless Only those thin and trembling shoulders exposed his emotions at this time.

Then, the church's death knell rang, and the pastor led the crowd through the forest, placing handfuls of dirt on the coffin, which contained only letters from Al.

The mourning music was played, the hymns were sung, and the prayers began. Not many people came to the funeral, so there was no extra communication.

Morris came over and whispered a few words in Louis' ear, and Louis sneered, "Let him go."

The eldest son walked over with the support of his wife. She was wearing a black gauze dress and her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she tried to maintain etiquette? She thanked Tang Zhibai sincerely, "Mr. Lin, really? Thank you very much for what you have done to Al? Everything, this kind of I am grateful to us and can't even reciprocate, I..." The words were hoarse in her throat, and the old woman was so choked up that she couldn't continue to communicate.

Seeing the old woman with gray temples shriveled into this appearance, she was far from the plump viscountess when she was young. It seems that the Leicester family also suffered a lot in Manchester. Tang Zhibai was very heartbroken. Sour, this is Al's? parents...he hurriedly stopped the old Mrs.'s big gift, "Al is my? , is also Al's wish for the past few years."

"I never blamed him, this silly boy? Why are you so stubborn." The old woman wiped away her tears, and even his eldest brother turned his head in pain.

"Okay, what's it like crying so much in front of the child's tombstone?" Mr. Lester stopped her abruptly.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and it was okay if he didn’t say anything. The old woman broke down emotionally when she spoke, and knelt down beside the tombstone, stroking the stone monument sadly as if she was stroking her own child, "My? Al , you are still so young, and you still have a long life to come... Come back and let your mother take a look, these years, mother has been thinking about you every night..." Even his elder brother felt so uncomfortable that his eyes turned red. Mr. Ster couldn't help lowering his head, revealing the fragile side of the old man, "That's your home, come back if you want, come back, why are you so stubborn."

Tang Zhibai bowed his head to Louis' side, feeling the silence and sadness, because he didn't know how to comfort everyone, and everyone felt very sad.

Louie said, "He died for what he believed in, and you shouldn't feel bad."

Reining in his emotions, Mr. Slater said to him, "Really this time? Thank you for informing us, otherwise we wouldn't know..." He paused and said solemnly, "If you need it in the future? We will do our best to help the Leicester family helpful."

A nobleman's promise is worth a thousand dollars, especially for old-fashioned nobles like them. Viscount Leicester is a smart man. He knows the status of the Anjou family and its dangerous status. No one wants to get involved? That's it, so Tang Zhibai knew that this was not a small promise.Tang Zhibai replied seriously, "Thank you, Mr. Zi? Jue."

Viscount Leicester smiled sarcastically, and said mockingly, "Where is there anything else? Sir? Sir? Sir, please call me Mr. Slater from now on." It can be seen from his cloudy eyes that his heart is as dead as gray.

In the white mist, the boy's thin body was wrapped in a black windbreaker. Ximo calmly stared at the tombstone, "Dad, do I remember his?"

Tang Zhibai took his little hand, remembering that afternoon in the garden as if it was yesterday, "Honey, you should be only one year old at that time."

Simo insisted, "I remember? He seems to have dazzling blond hair."

Everyone was taken aback, sadly immersed in the memories of the past.

Afterwards, Louis sent someone to send the Leicester family back to the hotel. They had a special status and attracted the attention of many politicians. What they were most afraid of was the group of cult thugs who hated the nobles, so the safety and itinerary when they came to London Gary is in charge.

On the way back to the journey, Tang Zhibai leaned wearily in Louis' arms, and Louis stroked his hair repeatedly.The people in the car are very quiet, and no one likes to go to a humid cemetery, with a strong atmosphere of mourning.

Suddenly, Neil stepped on the brake hastily, and the whole car shook.

Neil almost hit someone, he opened the window angrily and cursed, "Damn?! The short-lived ghost is looking for death, isn't it, you kid rushed out to get hit by a car!"

Tang Zhibai straightened up and looked at Louis suspiciously.

Seeing that the man still didn't leave, Neil took out his gun and opened the car door, "Hey, are you here to find fault?"

The man was wrapped in a black windbreaker and suit, and wrapped his face and body tightly with the brim of a cane hat. He stood in the middle of the street and let Neil intimidate him unmoved. People see through.

When Tang Zhibai saw this person, he was filled with anger, and he rushed out of the car irrationally, "I didn't bother you, and you dare to come to me! Especially today, Salman, you still have No heart??"

Rongxi Salman took off his hat and said calmly to him: "Lin Xu, I didn't come here to quarrel with you. I know that you organized the funeral for Al and invited his parents. Although there is grievance between us, but I want to express my thanks and apologies to you, I was drunk and said bad words that day, and you received the news of Al's death under such circumstances, you are his? friend, this is my? fault." At this time Rongxi has already trimmed his sloppy hair and shaved his beard. Except for the blue and white eyes, he has returned to the handsome and handsome officer he used to be, but there is a lot of murderous and decisive hostility on his face.

"No need." Tang Zhibai sarcastically said, "You should apologize? It's the Leicester family."

Rongxi had already sorted out her mentality, nodded, "I will go."

"I came to give this to you." He took out a box of gold bars, his eyes numb and sad, "This is the money for Al's funeral? I should actually hold the ceremony, but I think Lester Couples will not be able to accept it, so I can only express it in this way."

Tang Zhibai looked at the shining box of gold in shock and was at a loss for words.

Al has died and turned into a handful of cold ashes, but the culprit is expressionless? Standing in front of him to analyze the situation, indifferently? Take out money to buy and sell transactions, Tang Zhibai is a gentle person, but no matter how gentle When he was in a hurry, he couldn't suppress his rage, and he slapped the box over, saying angrily, "Rongsi Salman! Are you insulting me? Or are you going to die today? Al doesn't want to let it go! Even him? Insult"

This time, even Louis turned cold and said, "Mr. Salman, do you think we can't afford such a funeral?"