Father, let go of that resentful spirit!

Hu Min closed his eyes, took a deep breath, let it out, and calmed down.She held the box containing the ring tightly in her hand, then took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed a number.

"Dudu..."

"Hey, Xiao Lin? It's me, mom. Are you free this weekend? Come home! Your godfather passed away, the one I always told you about. How are you doing at school recently? The cafeteria still eats Are you used to it?..."

……

After making the phone call, Hu Min squatted down, fastened the gusset on the wall, and closed the door.He pretended nothing had happened and walked out.

Hu Min knew that there were some things she could only rot in her stomach.Now that she found the place where the man was buried, she vowed to make the person who killed him pay the price.However, she didn't want to disrupt her son's life.Hu Min would rather let his son have a murderer's father than let him know that this man who has treated him as his own for many years is the murderer of his own father, which puts his son in a dilemma.In fact, this is enough.

She believed that if Sun Mingheng was still alive, he would understand her.

However, when she saw the pair of rings, Hu Min regretted it.It's only because I found out too late.What's more, I had too many scruples at the beginning, even if I went to report and call the police, it might be another result.But that's only if, as the daughter of President Qingyuan, this status does not allow her to be presumptuous.

Within a few months of marriage, he went to report that his husband was pretended by someone else.This is unrealistic, who would believe it.People who knew Sun Mingheng had seen his face, and there was nothing wrong with him. They would only think that she, Hu Min, was crazy.And the most important thing is that she doesn't have enough evidence, so it doesn't matter if she calls the police, the police will not listen to her one-sided words and arrest people randomly based on speculation.

Besides, she wanted to find a husband after all, a husband who could help her father take over Qingyuan.Hu Min has never hated her gender so much. The patriarchal thinking of the older generation of council cannot be changed overnight.In their eyes, the daughter is going to marry and become a wife after all, and belongs to someone else's family, and getting married can't change this fact.

Even if Hu Min's father has a lot of shares, so what, a good tiger can't stand a pack of wolves.What's more, Hu Min also has to think about the child in his belly.Remarried, already pregnant.There is no man who would not mind that his wife gave birth to a child for someone else, so how could he treat this child as his own.

Playing stupid was the best result for Hu Min at that time, and Hu Min extravagantly hoped that all this was her illusion.Even later, when Hu Min had to recognize this fact, she could only smash her teeth and swallow it in her stomach.She comforted herself and said, at least, she gave her son a complete childhood.

Sun Mingheng's eyes widened in disbelief.He watched Hu Min's figure disappear from sight.Perhaps, he should go and see that child...

**

"What are you looking at? So serious." Ma Li passed through the back of the sofa, leaving half of her body embedded outside the sofa.Ma Li embraced Su Di who was sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper from behind.

"It's nothing." Su Di put down the newspaper and looked sideways at Ma Li.

Ma Li leaned over and kissed Su Di on the cheek "Chirp!"Su Di blushed, but didn't say anything, or he was used to it.Su Di sighed in his heart, habit is really a terrible thing.

Ever since the two of them made their words clear, Su Di and Ma Li have become very bored.This kind of frequent behavior stimulated Zhao Ping, who used to cut fruit on the boss chair in the living room, and rarely came to the living room unless there was a business call.

Zhao Ping's teeth itch with hatred. With his temperament, he really wants to taunt these two people who have stepped into the ranks of zero IQ: there is nothing to show off.But every time he raised his head and saw Ma Li's face, he would subconsciously swallow the words that came to his lips.He hated using the word short-speaking!

Ma Li raised his head and picked up the newspaper that Su Di had put down.

"What do you think will happen to Hu Mingheng? Death penalty or squat for a few years?" Ma Li glanced at the snapshots in the newspaper and the words next to them.

"It has nothing to do with me. It's all over. What's the use of killing Hu Mingheng? Just like the great-great-great-grandfather said, it's karma after all! What's more, he also got retribution and worked hard to plan What comes here is nothing more than a bamboo basket fetching water in the end, this feeling of getting it but losing it is the most tormenting." Su Di shook his head, his face indifferent.

"Yo, it's quite clear. Baby, this is going to be immortal!" Ma Li raised his eyebrows and teased Su Di.

"Damn it, fuck your sister's baby!" Su Di frowned, picked up the pillow beside him, and patted Ma Li hard.

Then, both of them were stunned - the pillow actually passed through Ma Li's body!

In this case, both of them were silent.Su Di smiled sheepishly, then pulled the pillow out of Ma Li's body and put it back in its original position silently, as if nothing had happened.

Ma Li raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the self-deceiving Su Di, and smiled angrily, thinking that such Su Di was very cute.

"Didi, I hurt!" Ma Li leaned into Su Di's ear and said softly.

The icy air hit Su Di's ears, and Su Di shuddered with an idea: "Well, I'm sleepy, go back to the room and lie down for a while."

Su Di lied and ran back to the bedroom in a hurry.

Ma Li looked at Su Di who was running faster than a rabbit, and shook his head helplessly.

After a while, Ma Li smiled knowingly, hehe, the bedroom, this is a good place!

Ma Li got up, walked across the sofa, and followed.

"Ma! Your sister! It's daytime! Get off my master!"

"Ah! Take your claws away, don't, um, touch... um..." Su Di's moaning [beep...] came out.

……

Ma Li lowered his head and kissed Su Di in his arms.

"You beast!" Su Di complained in a thick nasal voice, which didn't sound like insults, but rather like coquettishness.

"Honey, you're so energetic, why don't we continue?" Ma Li put his arms around Su Di, raised his hand, hung Su Di's face with his index finger, and said irritably.

"Huh!" Su Di snorted softly, and glared at Ma Li.

"Okay, it's okay if I'm wrong. I went to the land a few days ago and asked about your business."

Su Di didn't speak, but his staring eyes and pricked ears seemed to be waiting for the next sentence.Unfortunately, Ma Li stopped talking.

"Say it!" Su Di urged.

"Kiss me and say it."

Su Di gave Ma Li a hard look, turned around, and pulled the quilt up to cover his head: "Speak or not."

Ma Li chuckled, raised his hand, lifted the quilt, lowered his head and leaned over, "Chirp!" He slapped Su Di on the face: "It's okay, it's the same when I kiss you anyway." Ma Li Rubbing Su Di's broken hair, ignoring Su Di's murderous gaze.

"You hit the gun." Ma Li said inexplicably.

Su Di didn't slow down, and looked at Ma Li in a daze: "Huh?"

"Your birthday also happens to be Hu Min's birthday."

Su Di widened his eyes and took a sharp breath.

"Isn't it?" Su Di said in surprise.

"Oh, evil fate!" Ma Li sighed and rubbed Su Di's head vigorously.

"Your sister's Ma Li! Take the paw away and touch the young master's head again, the young master will bite you!"

"Okay, let's bite little Ma Li! I always think it needs to be bitten!" Ma Li leaned down and said with his mouth close to Su Di's ear.

"Fuck! Beast!"

**

Fu'an Cemetery

Hu Min was dressed in black professional attire, followed by a young man in his early twenties, holding a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hands.The two walked one after the other, neither of them spoke.Turning left and right, I finally stopped in front of the tombstone at the farthest corner of the cemetery.

The tombstone is very new, and it can be seen that it has just been erected.There are only a few big characters on the tombstone: "Tomb of Sun Mingheng".There are no photos or the name of the person who erected the monument.

Hu Min turned around, took the flowers from his son, squatted down, and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.She stretched out her right hand, stroked the words on the tombstone, over and over again... Hu Min's eyes were red, she took a deep breath, trying hard not to shed tears, but it was in vain.

She didn't dare to turn her head, and said to her son in a muffled voice, "Xiao Lin, this is your godfather."

Hu Lin took a deep look at his mother, he is not stupid, there are always some clues in some things.His parents were not so much husband and wife, but strangers who knew their names.

"Dad!" Hu Lin shouted respectfully.

Hu Min turned his head and looked at his son in surprise.Hu Lin looked at her mother who was crying like rain but still didn't know it, and felt a little pain in her heart.He glanced at the extra gold ring on his mother's right ring finger, and turned his head away.

Hu Min didn't say anything.Two people stood quietly in front of the tombstone like this: one squatted, touching the tombstone; the other stood upright.

"Mom, go home!"

Hu Min struggled to stand up, but staggered. Hu Lin quickly reached out to help Hu Min who was almost sitting on the ground.Hu Min straightened up, squatting for too long, her legs were a little numb.

Hu Min took out something from his clothes pocket, it was a necklace, or more precisely a ring tied with a red string, which was exactly the same as the ring worn on Hu Min's right ring finger. "Wear it on your body. This is the only thing your godfather left you. Be careful, don't lose it."

Hu Lin carefully took it from her mother, rubbing the ring with her fingers.Then, he hung it around his neck in front of Hu Min, put the ring into his shirt, and stuck it to his skin.The ring is very cold. "Mom, I'll take good care of it. Let's go home!"

"You go back first, I'll stay a little longer and talk to your godfather." Hu Min broke away from his son's hand that was supporting him, and sat beside the tombstone.

"Mom, come back with me, I'm worried about you being here alone." Hu Lin frowned and looked at Hu Min disapprovingly.

"Be obedient! How old am I, what can I do! Go back! I want to be alone for a while." Hu Min tilted his head, looking affectionately at the tombstone.

Hu Lin sighed: "Mom, how careful are you here? If you want to go home, call me and I will pick you up!"

"kindness."

……

Seeing his son walking three steps at a time and looking back anxiously, Hu Min raised the corners of his mouth and said to the tombstone with a smile: "As you said, our children are always the best."

Hu Min's head leaned lightly on the tombstone, his nose was sore again, warm liquid gathered in his eye sockets, flowing continuously, the hot eyeballs hurt...

She seemed to hear the slightly hoarse but magnetic voice calling him again: "Xiao Min."

……

"After we get married, I will buy a big house, a home that belongs to us. I will have a beautiful daughter like Xiao Min."

"Hmph! You think so beautifully! If I want to have a son, I will have a son. If you dare to treat me badly, I will let my son raise me."

"Hehe, then he probably has no chance. Anyway, regardless of boys or girls, our children are the best."

"Where did you get so much confidence!"

"Can you not be confident, my wife is Hu Min!"

"Screw you!"

……

**

Gained, lost.In the end, it was nothing to fetch water from the bamboo basket, and the taste was bitter and unbearable, far worse than never having had it.

No one will give up lightly, and strive to chase their dreams.

It doesn't matter if you use any means, but in the end, there is always someone who has to pay for it.

Either you, or her, or him...

People have to learn to fight, but sometimes, if you let go, you may get more...

【Finish】

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【Conclusion】

The distant mountains splash ink, and the rain makes ripples.

Staring at the depths of the lotus flower, the lotus leaves are in the fields.

Whose family has twin lotuses, green lotus and red leaves, beautifully reflected in Tingzhou.

The plain hands lightly break the branches, it is unexpected that the marriage is wrong, and I envy the double flying swallows.

**

This is the end of the first volume, the scumbag author wrote it very sad, and the ending is hypocritical [Cover your face, I have the right to entertain myself, I am sorry for the Chinese teacher...]

The scumbag author walks slowly holding the banner: Please look forward to the second volume!