After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

If it weren't for the black and white photo on the mourning hall, which was so eye-catching, Wen Zhi could hardly believe his eyes. That beautiful woman had passed away...

"Xiangying..."

"my daughter……"

"Shang Jizhou, I want you to die!"

At the originally heavy memorial service, a dispute suddenly broke out. An elderly man, in a state of excitement, suddenly picked up the crutch in his hand and threw it at Shang Jizhou.

Shang Jizhou did not hide, he stood there and received the blow forcefully.

The crutch hit Shang Jizhou on the forehead. There was no blood, but the eye area on the forehead was red and swollen.

"Old Master, please calm down. I know you are heartbroken at the loss of your daughter, but you can't blame Ji Zhou alone."

"Yes, old man, Ji Zhou is out of town, and Xiang Ying left suddenly. What do you want Ji Zhou to do?"

The old man was emotional and pointed at Shang Jizhou with a trembling finger: "If you hadn't neglected to accompany Xiang Ying, how could she have become depressed and ill? How did you promise me the day I married my daughter to you?"

Shang Jizhou, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head and said word by word: "I will always remember the day I married Xiang Ying. I promised you and my mother that I would treat Xiang Ying well throughout my life."

"Is this what you call your whole life?" The old man was so angry that he almost couldn't finish the sentence after roaring out these words.

"I'm sorry." Shang Jizhou had nothing else to say except sorry.

Everyone was worried about the old lady's health and comforted him with fear.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the old man suddenly asked again: "Tell me, when did you get divorced?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked over.

Because no one knew that Han Xiangying had divorced Shang Jizhou before coming to the memorial service.

They once got married in a high-profile manner, and their grand wedding shocked the entire Bai City. Now they are getting divorced in a low-key and secret manner, but no one knows about it.

Even the old man didn’t know it until now.

Seeing that the matter had been revealed by the old man, Shang Jizhou knew that there was no need to hide it anymore, so he answered truthfully: "It has been four years."

After saying this, everyone was in awe.

I thought I would only be separated for a few months at most, but I didn’t expect that it has already been four years! !

"Four years, four years..." When the old man heard that it was four years later, his expression became a little dazed.

Shang Jizhou did not defend himself, but the sadness in his brows made people unable to bear to take another look.

Wen Zhi stood in the crowd and watched this scene quietly.

She knew that this dream shifted across time, and every time she experienced it, it was a dream several years later.

Four years... those four years ago, it should be after Han Xiangying was violated by Shang Mingshu, at the same time Chong Wanying also became pregnant, and it was Shang Jizhou who cheated on her.

The two negotiated for a secret divorce.

The matter was not made public.

From then on, Han Xiangying and Shang Jizhou began to separate. Because they did not make it public and hid it from all their relatives and Shang Hexing, they would still travel together on official occasions in the future to maintain the illusion of love between Qin Se and Ming.

In the past four years, Shang Jizhou and Chong Wanying gave birth to a son.

But Han Xiangying's past four years were not easy. She fell ill when they got divorced.

Warmth came from the back of Wen Zhi's hand. She looked down and saw that they were her own tears.

She looked at the black and white portrait in the mourning hall, feeling heartbroken. Shang Hexing must have been a teenager by this time, right? What about others?

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard the childish questioning voice of the little girl behind her——

"Dad, why doesn't he cry?"

Wen Zhi was startled, that familiar feeling came again.

She turned around slowly and saw two silhouettes, one large and one small.

It was a young man holding a little girl who was only a few years old.

Wen Zhi noticed that there seemed to be another person in the direction where the little girl was speaking, but when she looked over, her sight was blocked and she couldn't see the person over there.

Wen Zhi walked over by accident.

The closer she got, the faster her heart beat.

Thump, thump, thump, very nervous.

"Dad, why doesn't he cry?" At this time, the little girl raised her head and asked again what she had just received no response from.

The moment Wen Zhi saw the little girl's profile, her breath froze.

That little girl's eyebrows...why are they so similar to mine?

Who is the little girl?

Before Wen Zhi could figure it out, he saw the man looking down and answering the little girl's question: "Because he can't cry."

The little girl still doesn't seem to understand.

After losing my mother, why can't I cry?

The man let go of his daughter's hand and walked forward. Among Yingchuo's figures, Wen Zhi also saw a person sitting on the ground.

Before she could see clearly, she saw the man's tall figure suddenly squatting down, and the young man in front of the man was sitting on the ground with his knees in his arms.

At this memorial service, no one seemed to care about the existence of this young man. The young man did not say a word from the beginning to the end. He sat there quietly for a long time, and his eyes were already red. He must have not slept for several days and nights. .

Wen Zhi recognized the young man, he was Shang Hexing.

She didn't expect that she would not only meet Shang Hexing's young parents, but also Shang Hexing when he was a teenager.

He attended his mother's memorial service in silence throughout. Sitting in the corner without saying a word, he seemed to be broken.

Wen Zhi walked up to Shang Hexing step by step, squatted down, and tried to reach out to touch him, hug him, and comfort him.

But she couldn't reach anything, so she could only worry.

"Shang Hexing, can you hear me?"

"Shang Hexing, you have to be well. I will stay with you from now on. I will always be there..."

It was obvious that no matter what she said or did, it was all in vain.

Wen Zhi felt so distressed that his heart almost broke.

Who can hug him for her...

But at this moment, something Wen Zhi didn't expect happened -

The little girl behind him walked over and walked straight through Wen Zhi's body, then squatted down and stretched out her short little hands to hug the boy in front of her.

For a moment, Wen Zhi was stunned.

After the little girl hugged Shang Hexing, she did not forget to pat him gently with her palms, trying to comfort him.

"Brother, you have to be good."

Young Shang Hexing's body, which had been stiff for a long time, finally relaxed a little at this moment.

The young man slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the little girl in front of him, he didn't speak, he just stared at her quietly.

Through this look, Wen Zhi was also staring at Shang Hexing.

For a long time.

Until the man next to him softly shouted: "Zhizhi."

The little girl and Wen Zhi turned their heads together.

It was also at this moment that Wen Zhi finally understood that this little girl was herself when she was a child, and the gentle man next to her was his biological father.

And she had embraced the almost broken Shang Hexing many years ago.

"Okay, it's time for us to go home." Mu Yanzhou reached out to Xiao Zhizhi.

Xiao Zhizhi didn't rush to put her hand over. She looked at Shang Hexing in front of her and hugged him again.

Shang Hexing let her hold him without saying a word, but he didn't push her away either.

But this time, Xiao Zhizhi only hugged her for a moment and then let go. After standing up, the little girl said, "You must be well."

Shang Hexing raised his eyes to look at Xiao Zhizhi. Although he didn't answer, he still nodded. Xiao Zhizhi then felt relieved and took Mu Yanzhou's hand and said, "Dad, let's go back."

Mu Yanzhou nodded: "Okay."

Mu Yanzhou led Xiao Zhizhi away. Xiao Zhizhi seemed a little uneasy. After walking a few steps, she looked back. Every time she looked back, Shang Hexing looked at her.

Until they were far away, Xiao Zhizhi did not look back, and Shang Hexing also withdrew his gaze.

Wen Zhi covered her mouth and choked with sobs. At this moment, she was so lucky that when she was a child, she gave Shang Hexing a hug in the dark.

Although she still wanted to accompany Shang Hexing at this moment, her body suddenly floated out like a gust of wind.

She didn't know where she would appear again, and the coming and going of this dream was not up to her.

When she came to her senses this time, she heard the sound of an argument breaking out——

"It's all you! You bitch, go down and accompany Xiang Ying."

"Shang Mingshu, you are crazy, please let me go."

"I'm crazy. You drove me crazy. If you hadn't thought of this method, how could Xiang Ying die? It was you who killed her."

"...Huh, me? Shang Mingshu, please figure out who killed her? Didn't you agree to all this? It was you who took her by force in the first place, and you were the cause of the tragedy."

"Shut up, shut up..."

Wen Zhi opened his eyes and saw Shang Mingshu squeezing Wanying's neck tightly.

There was a huge disparity in strength between men and women. Zhong Wanying had been pinched until her face turned the color of pig liver, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

Shang Mingshu was already in a dazed state, his eyes extremely scarlet.

Seeing that Zhong Wanying was about to die at this moment, Shang Jizhou appeared in time to stop everything.

"Third brother, you are crazy!"

Shang Ji pushed away Shang Mingshu who had lost his mind on Monday, and then picked up Zhong Wanying who was unconscious and sent her to the hospital.

Shang Mingshu came to his senses and stepped forward to grab Shang Jizhou: "Brother!"

Shang Jizhou turned back with a cold face: "Third brother, I'm warning you to wake up."

"Brother, do you know..." The words were on his lips, but Shang Mingshu hesitated.

Shang Jizhou asked coldly: "What do you know? I only saw with my own eyes that you were going to strangle Wanying to death."

"She deserves to die!" Shang Mingshu shouted.

Shang Jizhou was furious: "Shut up!"

Shang Mingshu fell silent for a moment. His eyes were red and seemed to be bleeding: "Brother, you will regret it."

"You don't have to worry about my affairs."

After saying these words coldly, Shang Jizhou left with the unconscious Zhong Wanying in his arms.

Seeing them leaving, Shang Mingshu staggered and fell to the ground. He held his head in his hands and wailed in pain: "Xiang Ying, it was me who harmed you, and I am sorry for you..."

Wen Zhi watched this scene from the side.

She watched Shang Mingshu pinching Zhong Wanying like crazy, she watched Shang Jizhou arrive at the critical moment, she watched Shang Jizhou scold Shang Mingshu and then took Zhong Wanying away to the hospital, she watched Shang Mingshu fell to the ground in pain and repented...

She witnessed it all.

Han Xiangying's sudden death shocked the entire upper-class family in Baishi. No one thought that a woman who was supposed to have a prosperous life would end in such a hasty and bleak way.

After attending the funeral, the old man was so distraught that he was bedridden for nearly two months.

Soon after, Shang Jizhou officially married Chong Wanying, and Shang Jing became the legitimate second young master!

"Wen Zhi..."

"Can you hear me? Wen Zhi?"

There were shouts one after another in her ears, and Wen Zhi had a splitting headache. She hit her head to try to get rid of the pain, but her head felt like it was nailed by an awl, as if it would explode in the next second.

At this moment, all the memories from the past came back to Wen Zhi's mind.

Her parents, her relatives and friends, her lover, everything she had experienced, she remembered them all at this moment.

Wen Zhi felt that her body was losing weight. She struggled hard to save herself. At the last moment, she jumped up with all her strength. Suddenly, she finally opened her eyes.

The light above his head was a bit dazzling, and Wen Zhi subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

But soon she was lifted up and curled up into a warm and strong embrace.

"You finally woke up."

"What's wrong with me?" She was confused.

Shang Hexing's voice came from above his head: "You slept very deeply this time, and I couldn't wake you up."

She was obviously fine when he left last night and promised him that she would go to bed early.

He came back late at night and saw two strings of Buddhist beads on her wrist, so he put them away for her without waking her up and waited to explain them during the day.

But this morning, he couldn't wake her up, and the doctor came and couldn't find anything wrong. At this time, he vaguely guessed something, so he put the two strings of beads back on her hands, and she felt safe and blessed. Went back.

Finally, she woke up.

Wen Zhi had just experienced a big dream, and her mood felt like she had regained something. She reached out to touch Shang Hexing's face, but a grabbing hand kept lingering on Shang Hexing's collar.

Shang Hexing freed up his hand, pressed Wen Zhi's hand, and asked her, "Where do you want to touch?"

"Your face." Her voice was angry.

"Okay." Shang Hexing took her hand, pressed it on his face and said, "Your face is here."

Wen Zhi touched his face as she wished, and finally felt at ease. Then she raised her head from Shang Hexing's arms and carefully looked at his appearance in front of her.

"You have changed a lot since you were young."

After she finished saying this, Shang Hexing's breathing became lighter for a few seconds. He asked, "Do you remember it all?"

Wen Zhi's eyes turned red.

Shang Hexing lowered his head and leaned closer, lowering his voice and asking again: "Do you really remember everything?"

Wen Zhi nodded, tears welling up in his eyes: "I remembered it all, and I saw it..."

Before she could finish her words, Shang Hexing held her tightly in his arms. Although he had thousands of words in his heart, he didn't say a word at this moment.

……

afternoon.

Wen Zhi, who had adjusted his physical condition, appeared in the courtyard to feed the peacocks.

Next to her was Meng Fan who was chattering.

Everyone here knows that Wen Zhi didn't wake up this morning.

But except Shang Hexing, no one knew that Wen Zhi had recovered his memory.

At this moment, Meng Fan was talking next to him, but Wen Zhi didn't listen carefully because all he could think about were the truths he had seen in his dreams.

Han Xiangying's death, Shang Jizhou's derailment, everything caused by the combination of Chong Wanying and Shang Mingshu...

Shang Hexing should know this.

She recalled that when she first moved into the merchant house, it happened to be the time when Shang Hexing overthrew Shang Mingshu. He originally had no intention of letting Shang Jing go, but later he still let Shang Jing go. As for Chong Wanying, If she didn't take action later, Shang Hexing would definitely send Chong Wanying to prison...

"Zhiwei? Zhiwei?"

"Zhizhi, what are you thinking about? Get up quickly, the old man is here." Meng Fan shouted several times.

Wen Zhi finally responded. She quickly wiped her hands and stood up and turned around.

"I heard that you are feeling unwell this morning?" The old man came over and asked with a straight face.