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Murong Bingyun put the sacrifice on the tombstone and placed it slowly. Then put the flowers away. Then he cleaned the tombstone with the towels and cleaning supplies he bought.

Zhao Yang takes Murong Bingyun's broom, smiles gratefully at her, and then cleans his father's tombstone himself.

Soon, with their joint efforts, the tombstone was cleaned.

Zhao Yang clapped his hands, then looked at the picture of his father on the tombstone, staring silently, motionless and silent.

And Murong Bingyun is standing beside him silently.

After nearly five minutes, Zhao Yang seemed to be petrified. He stared at Zhao Chunlai's photo without blinking. His face was calm, as if there were no mood swings.

But five minutes later, Zhao Yang shed a tear from the corner of his eye. He took a deep breath, then quickly raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face. Then he turned his head and laughed at Murong Bingyun.

Although Zhao Yang does not speak, Murong Bingyun can see from his smile and expression that he is thanking himself.

Zhao Yang lights the incense candle, inserts it on the candlestick in front of the tombstone, and lights three incense sticks. Just as he is about to worship, Murong Bingyun's hand reaches out. Her slender white hands hold three incense sticks, and they burn them on the candle.

Zhao Yang said to Murong Bingyun, "you don't have to worship."

Murong Bingyun gently responded: "I'm worshiping my predecessors."

Zhao Yang smiles gratefully at Murong Bingyun again, and after she lights the incense, he respectfully pays three respects to her father.

After inserting the incense, Zhao Yang took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, two cigarettes from it, a lighter to light, one on the candlestick, and the other in his mouth.

He looked at Zhao Chunlai's photo and said, "I don't know whether you smoke or not, but I'd better give you one."

Then Zhao Yang sat down on the ground and faced the tombstone like this.

Murong Bingyun immediately sat on the ground regardless of the image. This surprised Zhao Yang, who said to Murong Bingyun, "the ground is dirty."

Murong Bingyun didn't care at all and said, "I don't feel dirty."

Zhao Yang looked at Murong ice cloud no longer to before that deliberately cold a face, a pair of refused to thousands of miles away expression, can't help but smile.

Then Zhao Yang turned his head, faced the tombstone, and said softly, "I've avenged you. Zhao Kai is dead, but don't worry, I didn't kill him or do some dirty things to frame him. Instead, he committed suicide himself, and his son also committed suicide. "

At this point, Zhao Yang pause, and then try to use a calm tone, said: "so, you can rest in peace."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yang continued: "as for your wife, according to the information I got, she is still alive. Don't worry. I will continue to look for her. It's said that Lao Zhou knows where she is. It happens that when I find Lao Zhou, I should be able to find her. "

Speaking of this, Zhao Yang took out his wallet from his pocket. He opened it and put a picture on it. The picture was also black and white, and it was a big picture.

Murong Bingyun looked over and found that he was a middle-aged man. He looked like he was 40 or 50 years old. He had a lot of wrinkles on his face. He looked very honest and kind. At a glance, he knew that he was a person living at the bottom of society.

If Murong Bingyun guesses correctly, this one inch portrait should be Zhao Yang's adoptive father.

Zhao Yang lowered his head, with a sadness in his eyes. Looking at the adoptive father's head on the wallet, his eyes could not help moistening.

The past, like a movie, swarmed into Zhao Yang's head. His adoptive father's kind smile appeared in front of him. When he was a child, how warm, how loving.

Zhao Yang was immersed in his own world for nearly a minute, and it didn't stop until he shed two lines of tears in his eyes.

Zhao Yang quickly wiped away his tears, then looked up at Zhao Chunlai's photo, raised his wallet and his adoptive father's photo to Zhao Chunlai, and said, "this is my adoptive father. His name is Zhao Jianguo. Since he was a child, he regarded me as his own. He treated me as his own son. He left me good food, dressed me and used good things. He gave me everything he could I've got everything I need. "

"He's my father, too. I think of him as my own father." Zhao Yang said here, with a helpless and lonely expression on his face, and then said, "if my two fathers are still here, I think I will be the happiest person in the world."

Speaking of this, the expression on Zhao Yang's face suddenly cooled down. He saw a cold light in his eyes, and then said, "but you two were killed by people. My happiness was destroyed by people."

"Zhao Kai killed you. More than 20 years later, he and his son killed my adoptive father." Zhao Yang said to himself, "but today, I learned that Lao Zhou was the person behind the killing of my adoptive father. He wanted not only my adoptive father's life, but also my life.""Therefore, this revenge has not been completely avenged. I have avenged you, and I have not avenged my other father."

"Just in time, when I find Lao Zhou, I can find my mother and avenge my adoptive father. So the next step is to find Lao Zhou."

When Zhao Yang said this, although he didn't gnash his teeth, he could make Murong Bingyun feel the cold and murderous spirit contained in his tone.

But soon Zhao Yang recovered. He put his wallet back in his pocket and said with a smile to Zhao Chunlai's photo: "if you see my adoptive father below, you two can have a good chat. By the way, I miss him

Speaking of this, Zhao Yang took a long breath, feeling as if the pressure on him was completely released.

Zhao Yang turned his head and looked at Murong Bingyun sitting beside him with a relaxed smile. Then he suddenly grabbed her hand and said to Zhao Chunlai, "how about it? Isn't it beautiful? "

Murong Bingyun's face turned red. She didn't expect that Zhao Yang would hold her hand. After the initial embarrassment, she reacted and tried to break Zhao Yang's hand. But she found that his hand was like a pliers, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Zhao Yang close to Murong Bingyun's ear, whispered to her quickly and said: "do me a favor, play my girlfriend."

Sure enough, as soon as the sound of Zhao Yang's words fell, Murong Bingyun stopped struggling. She looked at Zhao Yang and saw his request expression on his face. She remembered that she had asked Zhao Yang to pretend to be her boyfriend before, so that her family would no longer arrange endless blind dates for him.

It was Zhao Yang who helped her before. Now it's her turn to help Zhao Yang. It's reciprocity. Besides, since Zhao Yang was helping the Murong family, the Murong family, the weakest of the three Yanjing families, won the post of president of Menglan basin society from the Zhao family. Now they have disabled the most powerful Zhao family.

Therefore, Zhao Yang is the hero of their Murong family. It's no exaggeration to say that if there was no Zhao Yang, it might be their Murong family that would fall today.

So in the face of Zhao Yang's request, Murong Bingyun just hesitated for less than three seconds, nodded and agreed to him.