his spring breeze

Chapter 316 He chose to sacrifice (3)

He Yao began to inquire about a lot of information about Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing was Shen Yuting's wife before, and she was also the daughter of Ouyang's family, and she had an older brother.

But what is the brother's name is not shown in the information.

He Yao felt something was wrong.

Can't tell.

He went to the police station to find He Zhiteng, but he heard a few police officers at the front desk talking about newspaper news.

"This Ouyang Jing has become a hero. What does the director think? He won't be able to see it even if he dies."

"Don't mention it, this Ouyang Jing is also a poor woman. She was considered a lady before, the kind who can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but ah, I heard that she also made... chicken."

"real or fake?"

"What did I lie to you for? If this incident breaks out, the Ouyang family will be finished. The Ouyang family doesn't care about anything except their reputation."

"Oh, yes, I heard that the reason why Shen Yuting died in prison was that the Ouyang family hired someone to do it. Who told Shen Yuting to harm Ouyang Jing so badly, and that woman named Xia, who was sent to the prison by the Ouyang family. I'm cooking chicken, and I'll hang out in nightclubs in summer."

"Tsk tsk, the people of Ouyang's family are really ruthless."

"Such famous households are all for fame. Isn't Shen Chaosheng the same? I heard that he doesn't want to involve the Jiang family and wants to divorce Miss Jiang's family."

"Oh, Shen Chaosheng really can't escape from killing people..."

reputation.

He Yao suddenly stopped looking for He Zhiteng, he turned around thoughtfully and walked out.

It was only after I went out that I suddenly realized——

It is raining in Ningcheng.

The air was covered with a layer of clammy fishy smell, and the ground under his feet became potholes.

He Yao wiped the water from his face.

Through the rain and fog, He Yao and the middle-aged man holding an umbrella three meters away looked at each other.

His father, He Zhiteng, was wearing a uniform, with a few strands of white hair protruding from his temples, but his eyes were deep, looking at him with complicated emotions.

He Yao just looked at He Zhiteng.

Only then did he realize that it had been a long time since father and son had faced each other like this.

Since when did it start, my father has been busy with work, and he also has his own life.

A few men in suits came not far away, they were all important people, He Zhiteng hurriedly turned around and waved to talk to the bosses, his flattering and bowing gesture made He Yao look away.

……

He family.

In the evening, He Zhiteng came back from a long day of work, exhausted.

Seeing that He Yao was at home, He Zhiteng let out a long voice, "Why are you staying here today?"

"I remembered that my mother's death day is approaching."

"..." A strangeness flashed across He Zhiteng's eyes.

"Ah yes, I've been too busy recently, I even forgot your mother's death day, your mother must be very happy if you are interested."

"Dad, do you know what day was yesterday?"

"What date?" He Zhiteng asked suspiciously.

Seeing his face full of confusion, He Yao just smiled and shook his head without answering.

"Dad, did my mother really commit suicide?"

"How many times have I said this question, your mother accidentally drove her car into the river, and your mother can't swim."

"yes."

He Yao would not say that before He Zhiteng came back, he went to look through the study.

I accidentally found it on the bookshelf, an old and worn swimming medal.

That medal did not belong to He Zhiteng, because He Zhiteng was the one who couldn't swim.

It wasn't He Yao's either. He Yao didn't have this medal at all.

"Okay, it's getting late! You should go to rest earlier!" Not knowing what He Yao was thinking, He Zhiteng began to urge him.

"dad."

"What's wrong?" He Zhiteng looked over puzzled.

He Yao watched him quietly.

Watched for about ten seconds.

He shook his head and laughed, "It's nothing, I just want to see you like this."

"Stinky boy!"

He Zhiteng still loves He Yao, just such a son.

All these years, father and son have lived together.

"Go to the room and rest!"

"Oh, by the way, why are you looking at me with that look today?"

"What kind of look? Oh, I think why you are not married yet, I want to hug my grandson quickly!"

"..." He Yao lowered his head and smiled.

He Yao has never been married.

From time to time, He Zhiteng would urge him to get married and start a career.

"Dad, why don't you and Mom have any relatives?"

In recent years, the father and son lived alone, and few relatives came to visit.

He Zhiteng's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "I, I have a younger sister who died a long time ago."

"How did you die?"

"Your grandma was heartbroken when she died of illness just after she was born, and she died soon after."

"Well, that's it."

He Yao nodded.

"Dad, I remembered that I haven't seen grandma for a long time. I'm going to see grandma tomorrow."

"Okay, you go."

He Yao turned around and went back to the room.

*
The next day, He Yao got up early.

I was going to see my grandma.

However, he just received an invitation from a friend last night, inviting him to the wedding, which was near He Yao's home.

He Yao is a man of loyalty, he is neatly dressed in a suit, so let's go.

It has been rainy in Ningcheng for the past few days, and the air is wet with raindrops, making people breathless and oppressed by the humidity.

Every time it rained, He Yao coughed worse. When he arrived at the wedding venue, he coughed so hard that his brows were wrinkled together.

"Yaozi! What's wrong with you, haven't you played too much recently?" A boy patted He Yao's shoulder and said teasingly.

"Fuck you - play with your fucking head?!"

He Yao angrily punched him in the chest.

He just looks like a fool, he usually likes to flirt with beautiful women and so on, he is not serious, but in fact he has never been serious.

In some respects, He Yao is quite feudal.

Soon the bride and groom entered the arena, and He Yao stood by and watched.

He thought about his parents' wedding photos.

He had watched the wedding video of He Zhiteng and his mother.

The mother was wearing a white wedding dress, beautiful and enchanting, and He Zhiteng was wearing a black suit, just like the bride and groom now, swearing oaths to each other, very loving.

He Zhiteng said to He Yao more than once, I love your mother very much!
He Yao has always believed in this. Although he lost his mother since childhood, his father's love for his mother is unswerving.

So He Zhiteng hasn't been married for so many years!

When taking the oath, a man turned his head to look at He Yao, and leaned over to wipe his long and narrow eyes, "Hey, Yao Zi is still crying? Are you emotional?"

"Oh, I think of my parents, my father loves my mother very much, but my mother died early, what a pity!"

although.

He is still not sure if his mother committed suicide.

I always feel that He Zhiteng is hiding something from him.

He Yao was in a mess.

After the wedding vows, He Yao left.

It's not that he doesn't show face to his friends, he's afraid that when he drinks later, his brothers will pour him alcohol.Now that he has lost a kidney, he really can't drink much, and he's going to visit his grandma in the cemetery.

It was still raining outside.

He Yao saw a black Rolls Royce across the street.

The license plate number is somewhat familiar.

The window was lowered slowly, revealing a handsome and distinct face in the driver's seat.

Jiang Beiyuan just glanced at He Yao, put his left wrist on the steering wheel, and said in a low voice, "The one who told me to go to Yinquan Ya to pick up Chun'er last time was you, He Yao."

"..." He Yao didn't answer, but lowered his head.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't ask him, how did you know that Jiang Chunhe was in Yinquanya.

He just asked again: "Chen Bai, Shen Chaosheng's other subordinate, came out of the black market, but he succeeded in cleansing himself and becoming a good man. You begged your father, what terms did you use in exchange?"

"Uncle Shuai, what's the use of talking about it now, Chen Bai has already gone in, killing people... No, Chen Bai didn't kill people, Xia Fangfei committed suicide!"

"Shen Chaosheng and I didn't expect Xia Fangfei's suicide. It also hurt innocent people."

"I will definitely protect Xiaobai!"

"Some people want him to die. He must die. If he wants to silence the public, he needs evidence. As for how to do it, I think you know better than me. This is the information I investigated, and you can figure it out."

Jiang Beiyuan threw a file into He Yao's arms.

It was at this time that He Yao saw that Jiang San'er was sitting in the co-pilot.

Jiang San'er's eyes were complicated: "He Yao, in fact, you can choose not to watch it."

He Yao knew Jiang San'er, and forced a smile at him, "It's probably a good thing, I have to see it."

"..." Jiang San'er's eyes became more complicated.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't say any more, he rolled up the window and drove away.

Holding the file, He Yao vaguely guessed what it was, took a deep breath, and didn't open it right away.

He wasn't mentally ready yet.

Just walk slowly.

He and He Zhiteng often walked this road when they were young.

At that time, He Zhiteng would carry him on his back and let him sit on his neck, yelling to sit still.

He also enjoyed a period of childhood, like other children, riding a big horse on his father's back.

It's just that the road is too short.

(End of this chapter)