After marrying Bai Yueguang, the vest fell off

Song Liang left this big family behind for more than two years, and now seeing that they are all well, he feels at ease, and Zhang Zhong will only get better and better with them in the future.

He couldn't sleep for a while, and after wandering around, he arrived at the tomb of the old gang leader, and he felt a little guilty standing there.

"I don't know if I have lived up to your expectations, but I am living a good life now, and the Green Ax Gang is also very good."

Dong Feng was bitingly cold, no one responded to him here, but he didn't want to leave.

"What were you thinking when you put the burden on my shoulders? Do you think I can hold on, or do you have no choice?"

"Now that I'm back here, I realize that I will prosper whether I am in the Green Ax or not, because this group of people love the place they guard, they believe in justice and stick to their hearts."

"I have no regrets about the journey I have taken with them. From now on, I want to live according to my own will and be with the one I love." After Song Liang finished speaking, he felt a lot more relaxed. He looked at the words on the tombstone. In the photo, his eyes were moist, and the lean and powerful old man seemed to be still in front of his eyes.

He is grateful for the meeting with the old man, knowing such a group of people, so that he can find the light in the dark tunnel and not lose himself.

On the way back, he was much happier. When he was about to reach the gate, he saw a person standing by the wall. The closer he got, the more he felt familiar. "Ouyang Wan, what are you doing standing here?"

The man raised his head in astonishment when he heard the voice, "Why are you outside?"

"I can't sleep and go to see grandpa."

"Yeah. I think you can't sleep, so you want to be closer to you." Ouyang Wan didn't feel ashamed, and took a few steps forward to take off the scarf and wrap it up for Song Liang.

"Seeing you now, do you feel at ease?" Song Liang looked at him with a smile.

"Well. It's too cold outside, you go in quickly, I'll leave in a while." Ouyang Wan sent people to the gate.

"Are you going back?" Song Liang asked him.Ouyang Wan didn't speak, and looked at him pitifully.

"Come in." Song Liang couldn't bear it.

Ouyang Wan happily followed behind him. Since Song Liang left, he had no chance to set foot here again. Now in the middle of the night, except for a few brothers standing guard, there was no one around. It was Song Liang, and they didn't take any further action.

The two walked around the corridor and passed the small courtyard in front of Song Liang's bedroom. The bouquet surrounded by the small tree was still fresh.

Ouyang Wan had already seen that this was a cemetery, and an idea was about to emerge in his mind, and he was short of breath.

"It's a daughter." Song Liang bent down to straighten the flowers.

"It's a very small one. Back then, I thought I couldn't make it through. Zhang Yang placed her here according to the suicide note. Later, he urgently contacted a doctor friend in the United States. I didn't expect to save my life."

"I think you should come and see her too, she is very good."

Ouyang Wan cried silently, he knelt on the ground, pain filled his whole body, and leaked out from his twisted face.

He stretched out his trembling hand and stroked the tree trunk through the glass, the only response to him was coldness...