Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 197 The sky is falling

I do not know when, the sky began to drizzle.

The cool wind in late autumn mixed with rain beat against the window lattice.

Miao Hong opened the door, and Zhang Yujiang from Yuyuantang appeared at the door.

The wind and rain clung to Zhang Yujiang's thin body, and the moment he opened the door, he was sent into the meeting hall.

"Master Su." Zhang Yujiang lowered his head, hesitating.

"Please come in." Su Jizhi stood up, his eyes hinting at Miao Hong and Nie Fang, "Zhang Yujiang, you came to see me so late, do you have something to say?"

Wan Yan poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Zhang Yujiang. With trembling hands, he took it silently. When he raised his head, Wan Yan saw tears in his eyes.

"Master Su, you came to me just now, I thought a lot, and I have a few words to say to you."

Zhang Yujiang sat down, staring at the dancing candle, a line of tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

"What happened?"

Zhang Tianxiang sat on the chair, staring into the fine rain curtain outside the window, and said after a while, "I am an honest person, I have never blushed with anyone in my life, and I have never hurt others, but the child's mother left early. After she left, I Living alone with my daughter."

There was a shadow on the old man's face, "But ten years ago, the child suddenly left one day without saying goodbye. I wondered, how could the sensible and kind child just leave and leave me alone?"

Recalling the past, the old man felt sad, "I searched everywhere, but there was no sign of the child leaving home. She is so considerate, how could she leave me alone to live?"

"I thought about many possibilities, and I ruled out every possibility after searching. I started to think about the worst, would something happen to the child?" Worried.

"So I went to report to the police, but my daughter left me a letter when she left. Judging from it, the child has left home, and she said that she is going to live far away."

Zhang Tianxiang lowered his head, thinking of his father.

When my father was alive, he often showed that look in front of her, full of love, concern and joy.

Zhang Yujiang in front of him must also love his only daughter in the same way.

"I have a handicraft. When the child's mother was alive, the three of us were not rich and wealthy, and we were happy every day. After my daughter left, I was left alone, locked in a small dark room every day. I often thought, I What did I do wrong in this life? To suffer like this.”

The autumn rain was even more urgent, beating on the window lattice, the wind tightened and passed, and even the candles were blown flickeringly.

Zhang Yujiang's voice was choked up, and he tried to keep his voice steady, "I always wonder, is the world fair? Do good people have good rewards? Boss Wu told me so, and made me believe that everything is my doomed daughter's fault." The calamity is that I did something wrong in my previous life, and God will punish me in this life."

The crying was hidden in the wind and rain, making it even more sad.

Wan Yan had already come out of the grief of her father's unjust death, Zhang Yujiang's few words stirred her mood again, yes, father just left like this, is there any justice in the world?

In the end, there is only helplessness left.

Zhang Tianxiang raised his head, "You will definitely say, since this is the case, let's take a breath, but I am not reconciled, I want to wait for the child, and I want to know where the child has gone?"

Zhang Yujiang cried and covered his face with his hands, while Su Jizhi stared at the portrait of Yang Zhen in Miao Hong's hand, thoughtfully.

"I have been in Yuyuantang for ten years, and my health is getting worse and worse. I think this is the end of my life, but I hold on to hope that the child must still be alive. I want to see her again."

The wind blew harder, Zhang Tianxiang raised his head, "Perhaps my sincerity has moved God, and the child has returned."

Miao Hong, Nie Fang, and Wan Yan shook their bodies. Wan Yan vaguely thought of something and looked at the lord.

Su Jizhi stared at the portrait in Miao Hong's hand, and Wan Yan followed the adult's gaze.

That's right, the person in the portrait is Yang Zhen.

"Two years ago, my daughter suddenly appeared in Yuyuantang. I couldn't recognize her anymore. The child's appearance had completely changed, but I knew it was her. There was a birthmark the size of a finger on my daughter's wrist. She is doing well now. Business, there is a lot of money, she said, she finished her business, and took me out of the capital."

Zhang Tianxiang recalled these, with a look of expression on his old and lonely face, "Yes, how wonderful, the child is back again, and she is so good, that is my daughter, my daughter, but she is so pitiful, so pitiful Now, my child, why did you suffer so much."

Zhang Tianxiang could no longer suppress his anger and grief, and burst into tears.

Su Jizhi stood up slowly, went to Miao Hong, took the portrait, walked to Zhang Tianxiang, and opened it.

"Look, is this your daughter?"

Zhang Tianxiang opened his eyes in disbelief, and rubbed them. In Wanyan's portrait, Yang Zhen is wearing a bun and wearing a neat red dress. The girl in the painting is so radiant, and there are accusations against the world in her eyes.

The wind and rain became fiercer, and Zhang Tianxiang muttered, "Poor child, this is my poor child. I am glad that she survived the ordeal bravely. I also hope that all adults will hold this child high."

"Wu Fushan and Qi Wancai were killed by her?"

Zhang Tianxiang wanted to shake his head, but Su Ji's eyes were like torches.

"Perhaps Xiong Baoyue was also killed by her. I have read the files and said that he fell off a cliff and died. A thin piece of paper is not enough to explain what he has gone through."

"Master Su has found out the truth?"

"What else is the truth?" Zhang Tianxiang asked, Su Jizhi already knew about the case, and Yang Zhen was undoubtedly the murderer.

"Why did they die? Why did Zhen'er kill them?" Zhang Tianxiang's cloudy eyes suddenly revealed anger, "Because they deserve to die, no matter how many times they die, or how many times they die, they deserve to die."

Wan Yan listened to these words in shock, uttered from the mouth of this pale old man.

To what extent do you hate, you don't even want to mention these people's names, and when you mention that name, you want that person to suffer a thousand cuts?
Su Jizhi returned to his seat.

Thinking of the death scene of Wu Fushan and Qi Wancai, Wan Yan already had a premonition that the truth would make people worry.

"Ten years ago, Zhen'er was 19 years old, just at the age of Lanman. I was a helper at Yuyuantang. She often went in and out there to help me polish jade and give me some ideas for improving the style of jade. She is a smart child. If it is not After that happened, I think she will get married happily and become a mother, and I will have a child around me all day long."

Needle drop could be heard in the room, but no one spoke.

Years of experience in solving crimes has let Miao Hong and Nie Fang know that the truth is exactly what they guessed.

Yang Zhen was hurt and spent ten years healing the wound.

She is taking revenge, making everyone pay with their lives in her way, and seeking justice for her life.

Looking at the dancing candlelight, Zhang Tianxiang said each word in a hoarse and steady voice, "It was also such a heavy rainy night, Zhen'er helped me with a stone in the jade polishing room. I drank some wine that night and went home early to rest..."

The old man's tears rolled down the corner of his eyes one by one, "Why should I drink and leave Zhen'er there alone, then Qi Wancai came and Xiong Baoyue came, they locked Zhen'er in the grinding room, they are beasts, After three full hours, Wu Fushan also came for some unknown reason."

No one spoke, the crackling candlelight shone on everyone's face, and their hearts were bleeding.

"Until Zhen'er woke up the next day...there was nothing left, the sky was falling, it's a pity that I don't know anything, and I'm still here in the past ten years, kept in the dark..."

(End of this chapter)