The big guy's white moonlight is soft and sweet

Chapter 208 The Cause
The afternoon in City C is hot and dry, and there is the crisp sound of cicadas singing in the woods, making it very pleasant.

Man holds two bouquets of flowers, one red and one white roses.Placed in front of two tombstones respectively.

Jiang Ye beat Jiang Zhe for half a minute, and as soon as he came over, he saw his respected "uncle" presenting flowers in fake compassion.

The young man snorted coldly, "You are really not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."

Jiang Zhe put down the rose gently, Jiang Ye looked impatient, "You are discussing things with me on my grandfather's grave, what are you planning?"

The sun was just right, the sun pierced through the layers of large leaves, and golden spots of light fell on Jiang Zhe's body.

The light dimmed his facial features, and the road seemed to be interspersed with countless golden silks and satins.And he is like a lonely king, cold, noble, and mysterious.

Jiang Zhe looked at the young man who was forced to grow up in front of him, with indifferent emotions in his eyes, he said lightly: "Xiao Ye, you are still a bit naive after all."

Jiang Ye didn't look at him. In the eyes of the young man, Jiang Zhe was nothing more than a white-eyed wolf who ate people and didn't spit out bones.

And Jiang Zhe had another idea, probably the pleasure of getting revenge.

Jiang Zhe was originally named Feng Zeyu and was born in the countryside.Fortunately, his brain is quick, his grades are good, and he is calm in dealing with people, so he stands out from the crowd all at once.

Mr. Jiang has been a soldier all his life. He has made military achievements in battles large and small, and has risen step by step.In the early years, he and Feng Zeyu's father Feng Wen were life and death friends.

Since then, Feng Wen has been under Mr. Jiang's command.

There was a big anti-narcotics case, and there was a lot of rain that year.

Feng Wen went out on a mission and asked Feng Zeyu to take good care of himself and his mother. After finishing the mission this time, Feng Wen can enjoy the rest of his life in peace and choose to retire.

It took ten years of anti-drugs, eight years of lurking, and insisted on eradicating drug traffickers time and time again in the past two years.

The anti-drug soldiers have made great contributions and saved many innocent families.However, some of them were buried in other places, and Feng Wen was one of them who made the first-class contribution.

The criminals were frenzied and used the soldiers as tools to play with. Feng Wen, as Mr. Jiang's informant, became the target of their venting.

His arm was severed, and Feng Wen lost too much blood because of Mr. Jiang's procrastination, so he couldn't be rescued.

And on the honor roll, the flashlight was aimed at Mr. Jiang, his military uniform was covered with heavy medals, accepting everyone's praise and blessings.

Mr. Jiang replaced most of Feng Wen's credit.In the old newspapers of that year, there was only one photo of Feng Wen.

He was lying on a hospital bed with a pale face and a mutilated body.And behind it is a red flag to pay tribute to the heroes.

Not long after, Mr. Jiang retired, and Feng Wen completely disappeared from this world.And Mr. Jiang enjoys all the glory in the military.

In the winter of the same year, his grandmother died of illness in the room because he did not cooperate with the treatment.Feng Zeyu knew that his grandmother was worried that the pension from the state would not be enough to support him in his studies, so he chose to give up treatment.

Jiang Zhe hated Mr. Jiang to the bone.And Mr. Jiang adopted Jiang Zhe because of his guilt.And Jiang Zhe bowed his knees to him, wagging his tail wildly like a poor dog.

It's ridiculous.

Jiang Zhe looked at the ashesy photo of the old man on the tombstone, and raised his hand to wipe off the dust, "Your grandfather is very dignified. When he had an accident, I pulled out his oxygen tube specially to see how he was dying."

Jiang Ye's hands were tense, and he looked at Jiang Zhe with a stern face, "Don't you want to talk about something?"

Jiang Zhe waved his hand indifferently, the bodyguard behind him handed over a handkerchief, and Jiang Zhe wiped it slowly.

A white handkerchief was thrown casually on another tombstone.

(End of this chapter)