There are thousands of happiness and sorrow in the world.

But the ends of happiness are different, but the extremes of sadness are the same.

Lao Yang didn't know how he had survived these two hours.

When he came to his senses in a daze, he suddenly realized that he was sitting in the cold morgue.

Time seems to have been stolen.

The air was filled with a strange cold smell, like formalin, or something else.

Yang Delong looked up in a daze, looked at the metal grid marked dx79, and some sounds sounded in his mind that seemed to be far away from the sky but were close to his ears.

His breathing was calm, so quiet that it was even a bit weird, unlike a father who had just lost his daughter.

But people familiar with animal habits will know that large cats will slow down before striking, breathing will be lowered, and will not let out meaningless roars to scare away prey.

He slowly stood up and tiptoed away, afraid of disturbing the dead souls hidden here.

The metal door of the morgue shaking endlessly, making a creaking sound, and finally betrayed the passing of the mood gradually difficult for the passer to calm down.

Upstairs to the hospital, Yang Delong pushed open the ward, and his wife was curled up on the bed with her eyes closed.

Of course, she did not fall asleep normally, but fell into a coma due to excessive grief.

Coma is the best way for humans to protect themselves, but as the pillar of this family, Lao Yang does not have the qualification to protect himself, so he must withstand it.

My wife shook violently from time to time, and her body tightly contracted into a ball like a lost walker about to be frozen to death in the snow. The expression on her face was sometimes ferocious and sometimes painful.

Yang Delong stood in front of his wife's bed for five minutes, but to him, it seemed like he was just a moment.

He took out the small notebook he carried with him and sat beside him to write down a bunch of things.

There are what he wants to say, and there are also bank accounts and passwords he has hidden secretly overseas.

After a long time, he gently closed the book, stuffed it into his wife's quilt, then leaned over and kissed the old woman who had been eroded by the years, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Four hours later, at 5:30 in the morning, the tranquility of a residential community in Xingwu County, Yizhou City was broken by howling and screaming.

Yang Delong broke the door lock with a tool hammer like a tiger, kicked open the door, and kicked open the bedroom door, pulling the young man named Tang Zhifeng to pull his hair and dragging it out of the bedroom.

All of this happened too quickly and caught people off guard.

When the young man's parents rushed out of the bedroom in a mess, they were just seeing Yang Delong pulling his son's hair with his left hand and pressing a dagger on his right hand.

Tang Zhifeng wailed and begged for mercy, "Uncle, I was wrong. Please spare me. I don't want it. I didn't expect it to happen. Please..."

Yang Delong kicked the young man hard on the back with his pointed leather shoes, and the dagger gently stroked his neck and brought out bloody marks.

The young parents knelt down with a thud, kowtowed heavily, and apologized repeatedly.

But, it's too late.

"Mr. Yang, please have a lot of them. Zhifeng didn't mean it. If you want to have more, we will accompany you. If you are really angry, let me, the mother, die for him!"

The young mother was about to come over as she said that she pressed her dagger tighter and shouted coldly, "Don't move!"

The originally noisy room returned to peace, he lowered his head and asked, "My daughter is dating you. Did I look down on you because I have money? Tang Zhifeng."

"No."

"Am I not good to your family?"

"very good."

"Then tell me why this is? You break up when you break up, why do you treat Shanshan like this? If you have a lie, you will die immediately!"

Tang Zhifeng trembled and explained the reason.

Things were simple. Seeing that the Yang family had no value, he immediately made a decision to break up with Yang Shanshan.

Unexpectedly, Yang Shanshan used her affection too deeply and firmly disagreed.

The two left unhappily after a big fight.

After Tang Zhifeng returned to his residence, he felt that it was not a solution to waste such a waste, so he simply learned from others' methods online and took a slaughter to get rid of the firewood.

He didn't expect Yang Shanshan to jump off the building, and he didn't expect that this matter would spread so quickly in the class group, and every detail was developing in an even more irreversible direction.

Less than ten seconds after Yang Shanshan jumped off the building, her classmates who lived near the same community sent back the news that Tang Zhifeng took a taxi overnight from Shudu and returned to his hometown in Xingwu County to avoid a sensation.

He thought he would probably be sentenced for spreading his privacy and causing bad effects, but unexpectedly, just a few hours later, Yang Delong came with a knife.

He might as well surrender at that time.

While talking about things, he cried bitterly, as if he was so repentant.

Yang Delong almost believed it.

He actually knew that Tang Zhifeng, a little beast, was a bit vulgar, and wanted to climb up with a sharp head.

But Yang Delong didn't think this was a big problem. When he was young, he also tried his best to marry the director's daughter as a wife. Didn't the couple be harmonious and respectful before?

Compared to the son-in-law who does not bow down for five dou of rice, he admires Tang Zhifeng more, who clearly knows what he wants.

Since his daughter liked him, Yang Delong accepted it.

But in just a few days, what happened to me was too sudden and my life trajectory was twisting too violently.

Yang Shanshan, the weakest passenger on the Yang family train, was dumped first.

Yang Delong moved his mouth to Tang's father again and asked him to take out Tang Zhifeng's cell phone.

Yang Delong stepped on the bastard's chest with his feet, held a knife in his right hand to compare the little bastard's neck, and unlocked the phone with his left hand to click on the text message.

You can see text messages from Yang Shanshan and Tang Zhifeng in it, but the closest contact is another girl named Chen Qingwei.

Yang Delong knew that this girl was in the same class as Yang Shanshan and Tang Zhifeng, and her family conditions were quite good.

"be safe."

"I might have to go home and hide for a while and contact me again someday."

"Love you."

"I'll break up with her right away and wait for my good news."

"Tang Zhifeng, give me a clear answer. Yang Shanshan's family is over. She can't give you what you want."

Yang Delong flipped up text messages one by one, and felt that the chat records of the two were like a knife that stabbed hard in his heart.

He had heard his daughter mention Chen Qingwei before, and generally speaking, this person always likes to pester her boyfriend and can't even drive him away, and the couple can't stand it.

Although she was complaining, she actually felt smugness and sweetness.

Tang Zhifeng is indeed a very popular school grass in the school. He has both good character and academic performance and a handsome and handsome appearance. He can be called a prince charming.

But it turns out that getting close for money will eventually leave for money.

This is a destined thing.

With Tang Zhifeng's character and qualifications, as long as he is given a chance to rush out, he will sooner or later be able to climb a better high branch.

The only difference is that perhaps by then Yang Shanshan will be more mature and sensible, knowing that a forced melon will not be sweet, or seeing the essence of Tang Zhifeng more clearly, perhaps the ending can be rewritten.

But now, for a senior high school student who thinks he understands life but actually doesn't understand anything, it comes too early and too violently.

Everyone understands the truth, but it happens to oneself. Even if he is as experienced as Yang Delong can't see through it, or if he thinks he can control the overall situation, it is just a toy of fate.

Hate, a monstrous hatred.

Yang Delong hated that he was blinded by lard and did not understand Tang Zhifeng. He also hated that he was incompetent and that the so-called country he had made was so vulnerable.

He also hated himself for being busy making money, neglecting to accompany his family, and neglecting his education to Yang Shanshan.

He hated his fragility even more. If he hadn't been cowardly and wanted to hang himself in the company, but had been urging his wife and children at home, this would not have happened.

He hated Tang Zhifeng the most, too sinister and despicable. Having a daughter was not enough, so he even hanged the other side on two boats.

After a little movement, he immediately wanted to clear the relationship. There was only one explanation. He had no feelings for Shanshan from the beginning!
Chapter completed!