A gust of wind blew, and Wen Xi woke up from his memories.
The ashes in the basin were lifted into the air and swirled slowly.
According to the older generation, the people over there received the burned items and were very happy.
Wen Xi stood up, his eyes following the paper ashes fluttering like butterflies, and a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After the worship was over, the family packed up and prepared to leave. Just after taking a few steps, they suddenly heard several screams not far away.
Following the sound, I saw a man in a hospital gown crying and moving around in the crowd in a circular plaza not far away.
Seeing that he seemed a little abnormal, everyone moved away.
The man was crying and laughing at the same time. Seeing that everyone was trying to avoid him, he seemed to be provoked by something. He waved the sharp stone in his hand even more frighteningly, and rushed towards the crowded place with his teeth bared.
Everyone ran away in panic, and in the chaos, an old man was knocked unconscious.
Seeing the man about to rush towards the fallen old man, Wen Chengyi rushed down the stairs and pushed the man away.
The man roared like a wild beast, his eyes wide open, his nostrils twitching violently, and he raised the sharp stone in his hand to smash it on Wen Chengyi's head. But before he could make any further move, he was subdued by several staff members who rushed over.
"You're not hurt anywhere, are you, sir?"
"No."
"That's good. This guy is from the mental hospital across the street. I don't know how he got out. I'm sorry for startling you all."
The staff apologized to the people in the square and left with the crazy man.
Wen Chengyi turned around to look at the old man who almost fell, but was surprised when he saw his appearance clearly.
"dad……"
Wen Chengyi was a little stunned, his pupils suddenly shrank, and it took him a long time before he let out a low cry.
Wen Ruohai, the patriarch of the Wen family, made his fortune in the publishing industry. He was very popular in the 1980s and 1990s and was a well-known media tycoon at that time. He always put profit above all else and his enthusiasm for making money did not wane even when he was in his sixties. He only retired from the front line a few years ago.
Wen Chengyi was really caught off guard when he saw his father. He knew that the old man didn't want to see him, so he always came at different times.
It has been like this for years, and I never expected that the other party would come so early this time.
Wen Ruohai looked at Wen Chengyi expressionlessly. He was over 70 years old, wearing a black Chinese-style double-breasted long shirt and black silk trousers. He walked with the wind under his feet and didn't even need a cane. His eagle-like eyes were sharp and bright, and he still looked very energetic.
Behind him was his wife Qin Lu, and Wen Yuan, the adopted son of his eldest son, was supporting her.
"Yier." The old lady called in a trembling voice.
The old woman is not well educated and has always obeyed her husband's orders all her life. She is an old lady with no opinions of her own.
Because she did not dare to go against her husband's wishes, she did not dare to associate with the son who was kicked out of the house for many years.
She didn't believe her third son would do something as disobedient as murdering his brother, but her husband was in charge and she had no say. Moreover, seeing this third son reminded her of her eldest son's death...
well.
The old lady called again.
Wen Chengyi finally came to his senses from his daze.
"Mom." He whispered.
It has been a long time since I last called out, as if I couldn't call out at all, and my lips were trembling a little.
“Hey.”
The old lady responded excitedly.
"Are you here to see your brother too?"
"Yeah." Wen Chengyi pursed his lips.
"well."
The old lady's face was wrinkled like dry bark, her eyes were red, and she looked straight at her son and his family, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and looked at them seriously...
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