Chapter: 1694

"Mr. Long, you see that the heavy snow has finally stopped and the sun has come out." Pei xuanzhi looked out of the window and cleverly changed the subject.

Long Yi also looked sideways out of the window. The white snow outside the window was shining with golden light, which was very dazzling, but he didn't look back.

After staring at the sun for a while, longyi said slowly: "when the sun comes out, all the haze will be swept away, and everything will be fine."

Yes, everything will be fine!

Not only does it refer to the better weather now, but it also refers to the current situation of Quan Nanzhai's administration.

They work together to wipe out those mobs one by one, and give the Beigong government led by Quan Nanzhai a bright future.

But there is still one step, one small step, to get the evidence from Su Wanqin and find out the real murderer who wiped out the entire Long family.

Let the lives of more than a dozen tragic deaths of the Long family rest in peace.

The sunshine gradually warmed up the city that had been snowed heavily for a week.

However, the sunshine that can warm the city may not necessarily warm people's hearts, especially those who have been hurt and have never felt family affection.

Quan Nanzhai stood in front of his mother's spiritual tablet, quietly looking at the photo of his mother's smiling face on the spiritual card. His expression seemed calm without ups and downs, but his heart was turbulent.

As early as many years ago, he knew that his father treated him well on the surface and seemed to love him, but he didn't really love his son.

Quan Lizhang's kindness to him is actually a superficial phenomenon, in order to make him the focus of attention of Quan Lizhang's political opponents, so he was chased countless times and was seriously injured.

If it hadn't been for his death, his bones might have rotted into mud, how could he live to see such a bright sunshine today.

It's okay for Quan Lizhang not to treat his son as a son, even when he heard his lover admit that he killed his wife, he was so indifferent.

Quan Lizhang's attitude made Quan Nanzhai suspect more than once, was it true that Su Wanqin's mother's death a year ago had nothing to do with Quan Lizhang?

Thinking of Quan Lizhang's attitude not long ago, and looking at his mother's spiritual seat, Quan Nanzhai couldn't help but feel sad: "Mom, you see, that man is the man you have devoted your whole life to him. Look at him What did it do to you?"

"You clearly know that he doesn't love you, you clearly know that he's just using you all the time, why do you stay by his side so foolishly, and in the end you lost your life because of him."

"For a man who doesn't love you, do you think everything you have done is worth it? Feel your heart and ask, is it all worth it?"

In one breath, Quan Nanzhai said a lot, and vomited out all the things that had been accumulated in his heart all these years and wanted to say to his mother but had no time to say.

But no one answered him, and he could no longer hear his mother's voice. At this moment, he had to believe that his mother had really left him and this world.

He wants to hear his mother's nagging, to hear her teachings, and to hear her say to him: "Nan Zhai, you are a man, you are a man from the Quan family, and your birth is different from others. You shoulder this burden." prosperity of the country."

In the past, whenever he heard his mother say these words, Quan Nanzhai felt extremely bored. Now he wants to hear them, but he can't hear them any more.

"Mom... my son has found your murderer, you can rest in peace." Quan Nanzhai said this very sourly.

What is said to let the dead rest in peace is not actually letting the dead rest in peace, it is just the living people finding a reason and excuse to live more comfortably in the future.

After saying these words, Quan Nanzhai didn't say anything more, and he stood quietly in front of his mother's tablet, watching quietly, as if the whole world had stopped for a long time.

He only felt that he was in a cold world, surrounded by coldness, so cold that there was no warmth or emotion.

This kind of icy coldness penetrated his heart, as if it might swallow him up at any time, causing him to fall into the endless hell, and there would be no day for him to recover.

"Brother lie..."

I don't know how long it took, just when Quan Nanzhai thought he would never be able to get out of that cold and ruthless world, a warm voice stopped him.