At the funeral of Baoshu's grandmother, the agents of Team B also came, and each of them touched Baoshu's hair to comfort him.

At the end of the funeral, Baoshu's side-parted hair, which was neatly combed by Ah Xiang in the morning, had already changed beyond recognition. His whole hair was fuzzy and messy, like a sloppy long-haired dog's head.

Sanfu talked to Baoshu seriously about adopting him, but Baoshu refused. He had already discussed with Brother Manniu to rent a house with Brother Manniu first, and help Manniu with housework and take Manniu to study every month, which would be used as rent.

When Xiao Liangzai depended on his grandmother, he was actually living independently. He took care of everything at home and outside by himself, and rarely asked for help from others. Now he lives with Manniu, and it is not certain who will take care of whom. Maybe Manniu will benefit more.

When everyone accompanied Baoshu to say goodbye to his grandmother, they realized that as the year draws to a close, many people are saying goodbye to the past.

The ghost rescue case that once caused a stir in the city has come to an end. Cuiyuyuan has performed a ritual for ten days to send the ghosts to the Naihe Bridge. There are also many men, women, and children who come to the cemetery to say goodbye to their deceased relatives.

After Grandma Baoshu was buried, everyone bought flowers and went to visit Xu Shaowei. They briefly chatted with him about the changes in the past year:

"... Eleventh Sister is more impressive now. Some people in Hong Kong don't know who is the leader of the police force, but everyone knows Madam Yi... Even I am now famous, the big-eyed detective, haha, people also call me the handsome detective..."

Liu Jiaming said softly, turned his head to look at Uncle Jiu, and was given a shoulder, and then left with everyone. After

bidding farewell here, the detectives of Group B slowly walked out to wait, and the Yi family turned to another cemetery.

Yi Jiadong embraced his younger brother and sister-in-law, chattering proudly: Jiajun's grades are still very good, Jiaru is also very motivated, Jiayi is now a celebrity in Hong Kong, and he also managed Yiji very well, and even a friend gave him a shop as a gift. Yiji shop expanded and became as prosperous as a restaurant...

Fang Zhenyue accompanied the Yi family to sweep the grave and also presented a bouquet of flowers to the old man.

When the group left, they went to a small tea shed at the intersection to rest and gather.

Fang Zhenyue used the excuse of going to the bathroom and disappeared for more than ten minutes. Jiayi looked back frequently, as if she was worried that Fang Zhenyue really encountered some trouble in the bathroom.

Uncle Jiu, who came with everyone to the cemetery, stretched out two fingers and gently touched her wrist. When she leaned over, he whispered to her: "Mr. Fang comes to worship his brother every year. In his family, he originally had not only a sister but also a brother... But in fact, the tomb is just a cenotaph..."

At this point, Uncle Jiu sighed and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

It happened that Fang Zhenyue turned back, so he didn't continue.

Everyone returned to Yi Ji and was busy as usual.

The old customers of the restaurant learned about Bao Shu's situation and comforted him. The concern of uncles, aunts and grandmothers made the shy boy shrink back to the kitchen and even stopped standing at the drink window. The excitement

will always end. As the night deepened, the diners gradually became sparse, and everyone in Group B had eaten and drunk enough, and they all stood up to say goodbye.

Jiayi followed them to the door to see them off. Baoshu also ran out, stood beside her and waved "byebye" to everyone. Fang Zhenyue was the last to step out and walked through the crowd. He turned back and nodded to Jiayi, glanced at Liu Jiaming and the others, and turned back again when he turned the corner, as if he was reluctant to leave. Finally, he smiled and turned to the parking lot.

Jiayi already knew that Brother Yue liked to be lively and would have a headache when he was alone, and often couldn't sleep at night because of this. Thinking of what Uncle Jiu said to her during the day, she looked at Brother Yue's back with a look of worry.

A few minutes later, the big jeep drove out of the alley, merged into the traffic alone, and walked alone in the noise.

Jiayi leaned against the wall at the door, lowered her eyes and fell into deep thought. It was not

until everyone cleared the tables and chairs and prepared to play mahjong that they suddenly found that two tiles were missing after they had set up the Great Wall. Clara scratched her head and wondered, "Huh? Which two tiles are missing?"

Jiayi turned around awkwardly. Jiaru, who was standing behind the cashier, looked at her sister tacitly. The two sisters showed awkward expressions at the same time, and then left in unison as if nothing had happened -

the health mahjong and love mahjong in their pockets would never be handed over!

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Everyone has their own imagination about the life of the rich.

For example, sleeping in a bed of more than ten meters and getting lost in one's own home; for example, waking up every day to go swimming, then having a spa, and then choosing a pair of expensive high heels to wear; for example, always eating at Michelin restaurants, always wearing blue-blood haute couture clothes, and always riding in high-end luxury cars when traveling; for example, the bus card is topped up to several million, and the father buys the child a train in order to let the child fit in with classmates...

Some of them may be true, but some are like the imagination of "the emperor uses a golden shoulder pole" and "the empress of the East Palace makes big pancakes and the empress of the West Palace rolls big scallions".

Of course, the rich also live a normal life. They also go to food stalls to eat, and they also go out for a walk with bird cages...

There are many hidden rich people in Hong Kong. Many real rich people are not on the Forbes rich list. Chinese people pay attention to not showing off their wealth. Therefore, although Fang Zhenyue's father is called the Diamond King, it is difficult to find out where he ranks among the rich.

When people mention the richest man in Hong Kong, the person who is equivalent is the shipping king Li Shaohuang.

Mr. Li is a standard first-generation rich. He has suffered and knows that it is not easy to accumulate wealth. He does not spend too much money in life. What he likes most is to take a walk in the park, play golf, and look for delicious food.

He is almost never seen at those yacht parties and various luxury games.

His way of raising children is just as simple as his own life. He looks at the report card to see if they can get into a good school. He is low-key and does not show off his wealth. He does not compare things with others, but pays more attention to his inner heart and achievements

. Therefore, his three sons and two daughters are not considered rich. Their daily life is mainly about going to school and tutoring. The rare times they watch TV, play video games, go on outings, etc. are already considered quite enjoyable.

It is precisely because of their simple life that they are particularly regular, and it is easy for people to figure out their time and route. It is also not difficult to summarize and remember information such as "how many people are following them" and "whether they have bodyguards".

The Li family donates a lot of money to charity, makes many good friends, is friendly and low-key, and has no bad deeds. They believe that doing good to others will be rewarded. Mr. Li has a clear conscience and is not afraid of ghosts and gods. He has never thought that he would be targeted by malicious intent.

The first two sons grew up safely and had never encountered any robbery or kidnapping. It was inevitable that he was a little lax in protecting his youngest son.

In a city where most children go to and from school by themselves, there are drivers who pick them up. Mr. Li felt that this was too much and might have given his children a bad guidance.

In recent years, public security has improved. Although there are still vicious incidents, raping and street violence have almost been completely eliminated. After his youngest son's thirteenth birthday, Mr. Li withdrew the two bodyguards who had followed him.

Little Li Zemin was happy to be free, and after school he went home with his new friend Zhao Qionghui.

Mr. Li recently hired landscape planner Zhao Qing to do greenery planning for his villa. It happened that Zhao Qing's son Zhao Qionghui and Li Zemin went to the same school, and the two children quickly became familiar with each other.

Occasionally, when Zhao Qing worked late at Mr. Li's villa, Zhao Qionghui and Li Zemin would go home together after school, take the Li family's car to the Li family to meet their father, take a class with the tutor hired by the Li family, and return home together after dinner.

Today was the same as usual. After class, Li Zemin waited for the slow-tempered Zhao Qionghui at the school gate. When he saw him, he waved his hand and called him. Only then did he jog a few steps, and after running a few steps, he would also stroke his short hair, looking worried that his hair would be messed up.

When they got close, Li Zemin patted Ah Fai's shoulders twice, venting his annoyance while waiting, and then pushed Ah Fai's back and got into their own car.

The Li family is low-key, which is also reflected in the car that picked up the young master. It is a black Mercedes-Benz, not a high-end model, but an ordinary model. People will not think that you are rich when driving it on the road.

The two boys started chatting as soon as they got in the car, from the interesting things that happened in their respective classes throughout the day to the card collection game they recently participated in. They paralyzed each other's cards in the middle of the back seat, exchanged their extra cards, and bargained because they coveted each other's good cards.

Between the children who still have childishness, the gap between the rich and the poor was narrowed to infinity.

For a card that was not worth much, Mr. Li had to talk a lot and even offered his favorite pen to get what he wanted.

He stuffed the rare card that he had never drawn into his pocket, feeling very satisfied.

On the sparsely trafficked Taipingshan Road, the car that was driving smoothly was suddenly hit, and the two teenagers were completely unprepared.

Until the driver and bodyguard Uncle Liu got out of the car to check the condition of the vehicle, they were still bending over to pick up the cards that fell on the ground or tidied up the cards that were shaken on the seats. No one noticed how unusual it was that four people jumped out of the car that "accidentally" hit them...

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The courtyard design of the rich man Li's house was not the largest garden planning project that Zhao Qing had ever done, but it was indeed the noisiest project.

Of course, it was not this large villa courtyard located near the top of Taiping Mountain that was noisy, but Mrs. Li, who was too idle and loved to chat.

"...How did Mr. Zhao educate his children? Ah Hui was taught so well by you~" Mrs. Li wrapped in a famous shawl, chasing Zhao Qing in the yard against the mountain breeze to chat.

It was nothing. Mrs. Li didn't have much to do at home every day. Most of the housekeepers were familiar with the housekeeping, the maids were also very capable, and her husband's career was stable and he no longer had the energy to attract men. What she cared about most was her children.

But as her sons and daughters grew up, they gradually became less interested in chatting with their mother. She rarely met the parents of her son's friends, and it was like meeting like-minded people. She thought she had a lot to talk about children with Zhao Qing, so she kept talking.

"The young master is still smarter and more lively. Ah Fai is really too boring." Zhao Qing was doing two things at once. While observing the vegetation in various parts of the garden and collecting soil, he carefully measured the size of every corner and supplemented the data measured before.

"No, Ah Fai is so bookish and calm, unlike Ah Min, who jumps around like a monkey. I can't handle him now. It takes more effort to take care of him than other children." Mrs. Li was as happy as any mother in the world when she heard Zhao Qing praise his youngest son. She was more interested in chatting after receiving positive feedback, so she told him about his little quirks since childhood and what he was good at. After she finished speaking, she had to keep her eyes on Zhao Qing, and wait for him to praise her seriously before she smiled with satisfaction and kind wrinkles. Zhao

Qing, who was chatting with her, was so busy that he scratched his ears and cheeks, but the other party was the boss's wife and it was difficult to drive her away, so he had to do his best to deal with it.

He was not very good at chatting. Mrs. Li said ten sentences about Ah Min for each sentence he said about Ah Hui. After measuring the data, he couldn't help thinking that he should ask more about Ah Hui, Ah Hui's school, and Ah Hui's relationship with Master Min when he went home tonight, so as to avoid being embarrassed when Mrs. Li dragged him to chat again tomorrow and he would have nothing to say.

When she walked through the garden and returned to the main road of the courtyard from the old stone slab road covered with stubborn moss, Mrs. Li looked at her watch and couldn't help but look out the door, muttering:

"Why is it so late? He hasn't come back yet? Today is so slow..."

After another ten minutes, the cars that went to other schools to pick up other children drove into the garage, but the car carrying her youngest son was still nowhere to be seen. Mrs. Li's right eyelid began to twitch for no reason.

The left eye twitched for wealth, and the right eye twitched for disaster.

She gradually felt uneasy.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, she heard a noise outside the door. She quickly put down her tea bowl, stood up and walked to the door, looking out.

But what she saw was not the iron gate opening and the Mercedes-Benz driving in.

Driver Wang, with a bloody head, was taken to the door of the villa by other cars on the road. A kind neighbor's driver helped Driver Wang to the door and was talking to the Filipino maid who went to open the door.

Driver Wang looked up and saw Mrs. Li. He could no longer care about his dizziness and ran over. Before he got close, he was already shouting anxiously:

"Mrs. Li, it's bad. I was hit on the road. When I got out of the car to check, I was subdued and knocked unconscious. I woke up in the grass by the roadside. The car was driven into the bushes under the roadside ramp. I ran down to see that the car was empty. The young master and Mr. Zhao's son were gone..."

Mrs. Li stood in front of the porch, still holding the tea bowl in her hand.

She did not let go of the tea bowl and let it fall to the ground. Instead, she unconsciously tightened her fingers and held the tea bowl a little tighter.

The slightly old face had an inexplicable expression, and her eyes were calm and gradually lost focus.

She seemed to not understand what the driver Wang was saying at all, and she froze in place.

It was not until Zhao Qing rushed over in panic, grabbed the driver Wang and asked about the details, and the other children in the house ran out and bumped into Mrs. Li's elbow, that her numb hands suddenly lost strength, and the tea bowl in her hand finally fell. It hit

the marble pavement with a bang, and broke into countless pieces and splashed in all directions. She lowered her eyes and saw the miserable state of the broken tea bowl, and suddenly took a deep breath, and her body went limp. !