In the underground adytum of the Affiliated School of the National Academy.
The Poisonous Mother-Child Insect in the glass bottle was already soaked in the pool of blood and motionless.
She had finally taken the first step.
Su Li stared at it in a daze. It was so easy to end Zhu Yan's life in this life, which made her feel extremely unreal. Maybe when she let Su Zipei go to hell, she wouldn't feel much better.
She knew there was no answer, but she still couldn't help thinking about it and couldn't help being confused. When she finished all the revenge and helped Ling Li to accomplish the important things, where was her way back?
After a few days, it was the eve of the New Year.
It was snowing lightly. Every family was decorated with lanterns and colored banners. They were busy with a table of reunion dinner. They were full of joy when they saw the sky full of white.
Auspicious snow indicated a bumper harvest. The next year would be much better.
This day was also the day of ancestor worship. Dongfang Rui changed his solemn clothes early in the morning and entered the palace to participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the Dongfang Family. Su Li went to the yard in the osmanthus forest with Wu Bin.
After rebuking everyone, Su Li knelt in front of the tombstone alone. She added the yellow paper in her hand to the fire. The sky was full of flying ashes and white snow.
"Mom, I don't know that I have come back for the third year."
Su Li smiled lightly, and there was warmth in her eyes. It seemed that it was not a tombstone in front of her, but a living person.
"Compared with the previous life, I am much better in this life. I can come to your tomb to talk to you and I didn't hurt my father. The only thing that bothers me is Ling Li. "
"I never thought that one day, he would take the initiative to pursue me. I never thought that after I refused him again and again, he just smiled and continued to work hard. He never said that he would give up."
"I don't want to see his increasingly disappointed face anymore …"
"Mom, what should I do?"
"If you know it in the afterlife, give me a hint."
Su Li took a deep breath and took out a copper coin from the purse. She held it in her hand and whispered, "If the literal is the best, then you want me to let go of everything and let nature take its course. If the literal is the worst, then let me … continue to be stubborn. "
Ding!!
The copper coin flew into the air. Su Li looked up and saw nothing but the wind with fine snow. The copper coin was also blown down and fell off the cliff.
Su Li squinted her eyes and stamped on the ground. She turned into a fallen leaf and fell into the cliff.
In the osmanthus forest full of withered branches, everything was barren.
Su Li walked quietly in the forest and stepped on the dead branches and rotten leaves, which creaked to show her sincerity. She didn't use her psychic awareness to lock the copper coins, but only looked for them with her eyes. However, with her Innate Realm's keen eyesight, even if she didn't use her psychic sense, she could still quickly find the copper coins that fell on the thick branches.
That was …
Su Li flew to pick up the copper coins and opened her palm.
"Big! Letter! Tong! Treasure! "
Literally upwards!
Su Li's nervous face suddenly relaxed, as if she had won a battle with a strong enemy. She took a long sigh of relief and stopped struggling between right and wrong.
"Thank you, Mother."
In the ancestral temple of the Ling Family, Ms. Gu stood in front of the memorial tablet with burning incense in her hand.
Behind her, Qiu Meng, Ling Ping, Ling Li and Ling Qinglan were all in the room. They went forward to kneel down in turn. Even Ling Li knelt down from the wheelchair with the help of Ling Qinglan. He knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times.
After the ceremony, Ms. Gu inserted the burning incense into the incense burner and sighed with loneliness. She said, "Meng, go with them and leave me alone."
"Yes, Mother."
Qiu Meng put away the faint sadness in her eyes and left the ancestral temple with everyone.
Every year on the eve of the Lunar New Year, it was not a happy event for the Ling Family. There was only sadness for the relatives. Ms. Gu personally saw off her husband, son and grandson. No one knew how she felt.
It stopped snowing, and the yard was covered with white snow. The snow fell on the branches like blooming white flowers, which was really beautiful.
Ling Ping pushed Ling Li's wheelchair and walked in the yard. His experienced eyes were full of pain and longing. He tried to speak in a calm tone, "Brother Li, do you remember the Eldest Brother?"
Ling Li was slightly stunned, and a handsome and generous young man flashed in front of him. He immediately nodded gently and grinned, "Of course I remember. Second Brother, although I was young at that time, I had a good memory."
At that year, the Eldest Brother was seventeen and the Second Brother was twelve. He was only eight years old. The age of the Eldest Brother was fixed forever.
At that year, he met the old guy of the Yinmo Cult and took over the Yinmo Cult. From then on, he protected the Second Brother from being harmed by villains.
"It has been eight years. Time flies so fast."
Ling Ping grabbed the snow on the roadside and made it into a ball. He was smiling, but his voice was dry. He said, "When we were young, the Eldest Brother was the most naughty. Every year, he secretly took us here to have a snowball fight. If we were found out by our father, we would be punished with bamboo shoots. But the Eldest Brother didn't change his ways. We followed him every time and enjoyed it … "
Ling Li was silent. He came with the memory. Every time he was taken to have a snowball fight by the Eldest Brother, he was disdainful. But he didn't expect that the memory at that time became a beautiful memory that could only be remembered now.
"Brother Li, the Second Brother … is incompetent!"
Ling Ping suddenly knelt down and sobbed.
Everyone in the Ling Family knew that there was something wrong, but no one dared to investigate further. He wanted to trace the clues several times and encountered several crises of life and death. Every time, the force that secretly protected him saved him and warned him that he was not powerful enough and should not act rashly.
He was still too weak!
"Second Brother …"
Ling Li's expression was complicated. He stretched out his hands and gently hugged the general who was crying like a child. He said in a gentle tone, "Second Brother, compared with me, you are very powerful. You support the Ling Family alone. Without you, the Ling Family has long been gone."
It was snowing again, and the scene was quiet.
Qiu Meng, who hid outside the courtyard, covered her face. Her nose was sour, but she didn't cry. She was the hostess of the Ling Family. She should be stronger than anyone else.
At the round table, there was laughter. It seemed that the sadness was gone.
After dinner, Ling Qinglan said that he would stay for a night. After going back to the courtyard and walking around, he left the Ling House with a basket of paper money.
"Master, do you want to follow him?"
Ling Mo immediately came to report. Ling Li shook his head slightly and drank a mouthful of Liehuo Spirits. He looked slightly tipsy and said, "No, I know who he is going to see."
It was dark at night. At this moment, every family had fallen asleep, but there was still a light on the desolate grave.
In front of a tombstone made of marble, there was a table of sumptuous dishes and wine. At this moment, the wine and dishes were cold, but the people didn't leave.
Chen Gong leaned against the tombstone and stroked the surface, just like stroking the cheek of his lover.
He spent every year's reunion night like this.
"Jun, soon. Wait for me for a moment, and I will come to you right away."
Ling Qinglan heard the low male voice. Ling Qinglan shook his head slightly and walked to the tombstone. He added a handful of paper money to the dying fire.
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