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    When he returned home, Feng Jing placed the letter of understanding beside his bed: "Grandma, it's over. Don't think about it anymore."

    Dou Shuqin held the A4 paper tightly in her hand and nodded happily: "Jing'er, the stone that weighed on grandma's heart is gone, gone."

    "Grandma, go to sleep, I have to go back to work."

    Just when Feng Jing was about to stand up, Dou Shuqin grabbed his hand. Feng Jing had never felt grandma's palm so strong. He asked doubtfully: "Grandma, what's wrong?"

    Dou Shuqin¡¯s eyes were full of affection: ¡°No, grandma just wants to see you again.¡±

    Feng Jing smiled slightly: "I will come back to accompany you on the weekend. In two years, I will let you hold your great-grandson."

    "Hey, okay, my grandson is the best behaved." Dou Shuqin smiled and let go of her hand.

    The grandma's matter was solved perfectly, and Feng Jing could finally get rid of Ge Liang's family. But who would have thought that things were far from as simple as he thought.

    That Friday, Feng Jing suddenly received a call from his uncle and learned that his grandma had drunk pesticide and was being treated in the hospital.  After hanging up the phone, Feng Jing ran to the hospital frustrated. The doctor told him that what Dou Shuqin drank was paraquat, and there was basically no possibility of treatment.  At 6 pm that day, Dou Shuqin passed away forever.

    Grandma¡¯s suicide made Feng Jing lose his mind. He believed that all this was due to the humiliation of Ge Liang¡¯s family.  On the night when the body was sent home from the hospital, Feng Jing held the three-edged military thorn that had been sharpened countless times in his hand, preparing to die with Ge Liang's family.  In the early morning, when he stood outside Ge Liang's courtyard, his anger was finally overcome by reason.  It's not because Feng Jing is afraid of death, it's just that he still has too many things that he can't let go of.

    According to local customs, when the corpse is buried for three days, all relatives and friends who come to express condolences must go to the mountain to pay homage.

    According to the old man¡¯s will, Uncle Feng Jing treated Ge Liang¡¯s family as honored guests and entertained them in a private room, with Feng Jing greeting them on his behalf.  In rural areas, "old people mourn and rejoice at the same time". No matter how the old person returns, as long as he is over 73 years old, he must invite a grass stage troupe to set up a stage to perform. This kind of folk art is very popular among middle-aged and elderly people, but young people like Feng Jing do not  I can't appreciate it at all.

    After the funeral banquet, all relatives and friends gathered in front of the stage, leaving only the tipsy Ge Liang and the sad Feng Jing in the private room.

    "A murderer, you still want to hire a grassroots team." Ge Liang snorted coldly, which made Feng Jing rise up: "What did you say? Say it again!"

    Ge Liang rolled his eyes at Feng Jing: "What, you want to fight? Even though I drank two drinks today, you are still no match for me!"

    The funeral was full of relatives who had come from far away. If there was a dispute here, Feng Jing could not guarantee that Ge Liang would not talk nonsense, so he suppressed his anger: "Ge Liang, do you dare to go to the cemetery with me?  You said it in front of my face!"

    Ge Liang threw the wine glass to the ground: "Why don't you dare?"

    The two people stepped out of the crowd, and the noisy suona sound became quiet as the two people walked away.

    "What did you just say? Say it again!" Feng Jing stopped in front of his grandma's tombstone.

    Ge Liang had long wanted to have a fight with Feng Jing to vent his years of grievances, but he was too lazy to answer Feng Jing's questions.

    Ge Liang slowly took off his shirt and pulled off the pendant: "Stop talking nonsense, we must decide whether to win or lose today!"

    At this time, Feng Jing naturally did not pretend to be cowardly. He also took off his shirt and opened up his posture.

    Ge Liang has been proud of fighting since he was a child, and his actual combat experience is much better than that of Feng Jing. Within 20 minutes of the two fighting, Feng Jing was knocked to the ground.

    Ge Liang stepped on Feng Jing's head: "Come here, let me, you murderer grandma, see what a waste you are! If you don't have money or strength, what's the point of living?"

    "I'm going to kill you!" Feng Jing put his face to the ground and struggled desperately.

    Ge Liang spat on the ground: "Kill me? Are you kidding me? You can get up from the ground first if you have the ability!"

    Under the moonlight, the black-and-white photo of Dou Shuqin smiling was reflected in Feng Jing's pupils. That smile reminded Feng Jing of two words: "Relief".  Because he had no ability, Feng Zhixuan left him; because he had no money, he could only watch his father tortured to death by cancer; because he failed to protect his grandma, she chose to commit suicide.  Ge Liang is right when he says that his life is indeed meaningless.

    "Grandma, you have given your whole life to your grandson, and your grandson will never let you bear the infamy after your death!"

    Seeing Feng Jing lying on the ground silently, Ge Liang picked up his shirt, put it on his shoulders, and walked down the mountain humming a tune.  After he walked away, Feng Jing turned his palmsI don¡¯t know when I can see him again.  "

    "Including this time, we have only met twice in total, and you don't even know my name or who I am now, good or bad, so you are now entangled with me?"

    Seeing that Fang Chao's tone was a little loose when he spoke, Lu Yue responded domineeringly: "I don't care what you do, anyway, I trust my intuition. By the way, what's your name?"

    "A name is just a code. Why do you ask so clearly?" Fang Chao tried to move, but Lu Yue kept holding his arm and wouldn't let go.

    "This is what you said, then I will call you 'puppy' from now on. It's just a code name anyway."

    "Alas! I'm really scared of you. My surname is Fang, Fangzhengzheng Fang, a single name is Chao, Superman's Chao."

    "Fang Chao? Are you sure it's your real name?"

    "believe it or not."

    "We are about the same age, how about I call you Xiaochao from now on?"

    "It's vulgar, but it's up to you."

    "By the way, where's your Feng Chi Dian Shu?"

    "Flying like lightning? What the hell?"

    "Motorcycle, I still want to go for a ride."

    "What about the front? It's only been three days. Is your foot healed?"

    "That's almost it. As long as you don't wear high heels, you'll be fine."

    "I don't believe it, let me go and take a look."

    "Don't do this, I won't be fooled by you. Where is the car? I want to get in the car." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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