The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Since last winter, wars have broken out in many places in the country, and the flames of war have been raging. Countless people are living in the heat of the water.

The sixteenth city of Haizhou also had a fight for independence at the beginning, and raised the banner of anti-feudalism, but after that person stepped down and the situation in the center stabilized, the attitude became a bit ambiguous.

But even though they did not participate in the war directly, the banditry in the country and border conflicts, and the soaring prices brought about by the domestic situation still impacted the people at the bottom, causing them to be hungry and clothed.

Seeing the cold wind blowing, I don't know how many people can't survive this winter.

Waking up this morning, Haicheng ushered in the first snow of this winter. Su Chen was weak at the beginning, and when he landed, he was stepped on and turned into dust in an instant.

But even though the snowflakes are as fine as crumbs, a thin layer of snow still accumulates on the treetops and roofs in one day, becoming a lamp for returning home and a catastrophe for homeless people.

But at this age, who can take care of whom?

At the corner of the alley, an old woman in thin clothes huddled against the wall. Perhaps because she had not moved for a long time, she also had a thin layer of snow on her body.

At this moment, she and her grandson are sharing a steamed bun that he took out from someone else's stove.

At first, she was hungry and forced her to take two bites, but after biting, she gradually couldn't chew anymore, maybe it was because she had been frozen for a long time, her expression was a little dull,

Staring blankly at the less than half of the steamed buns left in his hand, he looked up again, and saw that the falling white dust had no end in sight, as if it would fall endlessly.

She turned her head to look at the skinny grandson who huddled beside her and wolfed down half a steamed bun.

Hot tears flowed from her cloudy eyes, and she handed out the half steamed bun she had bitten off twice, and said weakly, "Child, eat!"

There was a flash of light in the grandson's eyes, but after reaching out to grab the steamed buns, he didn't eat them for a long time.

In the end, he pursed his lips and swallowed, and slowly handed out the steamed buns, "Grandma hasn't eaten for two days, grandma eats."

The old woman smiled, and raised her hand to push his hand back, "Eat! Only after eating can you have the strength to go back to the orphanage. After you go back, don't come out. There will always be someone who will live."

The grandson cried loudly, "If I don't go back, there won't be enough food there, and there is no grandma, so I won't go back."

"I can't eat enough, I can't eat enough!" The old woman murmured, laughing and crying, because she was powerless, laughing and crying were all powerless, but she tried her best to hug the grandson who was huddled beside her, "Then eat! Eat well after eating!" Get some sleep, tomorrow, tomorrow...a new day."

At this time, inside the Ruyi Pavilion, there is another world.

Murong Qian sat in the smoky room, accompanied by the indistinct laughter and fights coming from outside, she finished her arrangement.

Ruyan didn't take the opportunity to lean against her to act like a spoiled child like usual, or she was there at the beginning, but she was obedient and heard half of it, and slowly sat up straight without realizing it.

Her eyes were twinkling, and she was in an indescribably depressed mood, "Did Sister Qian never treat us as a family?"

Murong was stunned for a moment, "Where does this start?"

"Forget it." Ruyan held the handkerchief and pressed the corners of her eyes, "I lost my composure, sister Qian, don't take it to heart."

The two were talking, when the door was pushed open from the outside with a "bang", the guy leading the way outside was startled by Wei Yan's sudden action, seeing that he was still about to enter, he stopped him and apologized to Murong Qian inside the room .

Wei Yan finally caught Murong Qian, so it was so easy to pass.

Murong Qian let him in, and the man was relieved.

Wei Yan walked in swaggeringly, the man withdrew and helped close the door.

Wei Yan cast a wink at Ruyan, "This must be Miss Ruyan, it's really better to see once than to hear a hundred things."

Ruyan got up and blessed him, got Murong's shallow eyes, and then took another blessing.

Seeing her walking in, Wei Yan tried to persuade her to stay, and took her seat herself.

Ruyan finally entered the inner room, Wei Yan said angrily, "You are going too far, I just want to be in your light and listen to the graceful singing voice of the number one singer in the south of the Yangtze River, I won't give you any face, Brother Yan. "

Murong Qian hooked the corners of her lips, "You still know that I call you brother, look at what you've been doing lately?"

Chasing and intercepting, looking for you to buy arms... Wei Yan smiled and flattered him, "It's not for making my sister..."

Murong stared at him lightly, then looked towards the inner room.

Wei Yan was skeptical, "It's really just a trustee who takes money to do things, no way!"

"Believe it or not." Murong Qian didn't have a good face, "Anyway, I made it very clear, I won't sell it to you."

Wei Yan smiled, "Don't be so dead! I'm here to help you."

Murong Qian let out a "ha".

Wei Yan said aggrievedly, "Don't believe me! I know you are worried about the sinking of brother Ting's boat, and I really came to help you."

Everyone in Haicheng knows that Murong Ting plans to go abroad, first to ship some gold and silver treasures to Hong Kong City, and then to go abroad, he doesn't want the ship to encounter wind and waves on the sea mountain, the ship will be destroyed and people will die.

Now it is necessary to sell the property to compensate the survivors of the dead crew members and those who escorted the ship.

Wei Yan didn't expect Murong Qian to be indifferent after hearing this, and followed her to stand up and walk out, "I'm really sincere, and I have prepared many plans for you to choose from."

He kept chasing her and got into Murong Qian's car.

While starting the car, Murong Qian said, "Get out of the car."

Wei Yan threw himself on the steering wheel, "Even if you don't care about the properties left by Uncle Murong being sold at a low price, but now those properties can't be sold, you can't bear to see Brother Ting being chased and intercepted by the bereaved family!"

In a hurry to make a move, at such a time, naturally they can't sell for a good price, these Murong Ting must have known about it, and it's just a show, so it's not good to say that it's real or fake?
How could it not be sold?
Seeing that Murong Qian was stunned, Wei Yan saw hope, and hurriedly explained, "You may not know that the 30.00% of the property under your name has long since changed hands. Brother Ting only found out when he was looking for a lawyer to handle the inheritance today. Those of yours have long been given to others by Uncle Murong."

Without waiting for Wei Yanduo to say anything, Murong Qian pushed him out of the car, went to San Tong first, and then Wei Ran.

When Wei Ran rushed to Murong Mansion, Liu Jie was there.

Obviously the two of them were not very happy chatting, mainly because Liu Jie was unhappy, she did not expect Murong Ting to be so stubborn.

So as soon as he stepped into the yard, he heard Liu Jie slapping the table and shouting, "What's yours and mine at this time, and my money is not for you, but for the sake of your father and Qianqian."

Murong Ting nodded, without saying a word, "Because of this, I can't even take this money."

"Okay." Liu Jie said, "If you don't want the money, then I can buy it! You sell all these to me."

Murong Ting said, "Aunt Jie, there are quite a lot of 30.00% holdings in various places. How could I rashly sell them to you without knowing who my partner is?"

Liu Jie said, "I don't need you to remind me, I trust your father."

The servant who led the way knew that it was not appropriate to go to the gate of the courtyard, so he bowed and retreated. Wei Ran quickly walked a few steps to the main hall alone. Before he entered the door, he could feel the tense atmosphere in the hall.