See You Tonight, Master Su

At the edge of the cliff, Wu Shilong looked at it for a long time with a smile but no sadness. He slowly turned around, took something off his neck, walked a few steps in the middle, and stood not far from Tong Hua.

"Tong Hua, this is the gold bracelet your father made for me and xiu' er. Both of us, one brother at a time, have always been with me. But today, you see, my brother doesn't want me anymore. He has failed your father's expectations. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to Jingdu to worship him this time. Please bring it to him for me... Just say that I'm sorry for him in my life, Wu Shilong. Our grudges, I'll go down there and explain to him..."

He smiled sadly.

At this moment, at this second, Tong Hua saw an endless pain in her eyes, with a surge of sadness. She immediately figured out that Wu Shilong was going to jump off a cliff and was telling her what to do.

"Okay, then I... I'll go first! Xiu er wants to wake up!"

At this point, he suddenly gave him a warm smile and withdrew his hand. The crowd stood silent.

It was really a different night, and another person walked towards his destiny.

She was the mother of yan zhan. No matter how bad it is, it's mom!

But...

Moreover, no matter what, he was also Wu Butler's elder brother, a man whom her father had always trusted, and his dying words were all kind words, which made her walk over without much thought and reach out to take them in her hand.

"Okay, you..."

However, just as she grabbed her hand and tried to persuade her, Wu Shilong suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her back and threw herself out of the cliff. The harsh voice sounded like a ghost.

"Xiu' er, I want to get rid of this little demon for you so that you will know how to fight for what belongs to you..."

"Tong Hua -"

"Tong Hua -"

Someone was screaming, someone was shouting, and someone rushed right over.

However, because it was Wu Shilong, who had always been their leader, no one shot, just desperately trying to pull Tong Hua out of her hand, and su Minglang almost broke Wu Shilong's wrist. He gritted his teeth and did not let go. Wu Shilong was a man after all, a man who had experienced countless battles. His strength could be imagined. Now he just laughed and sobbed.

"Xiu er, big brother, this is all for you, for you..."

Tong Hua's ears were buzzing, and he was about to faint as he looked at the cliff three feet away and his heart trembled.

What kind of luck did she have? A sweet pastry that everyone wants to kill?

In fact, she was familiar with this place.

During the day, she used to sit here and chat with Wu Butler. The scenery was beautiful...

At this moment, however, above her head was Wu Shilong's grim smile that resembled a thousand year old witch, as well as the dark gloom and fear as he pulled down with all his might...

If I fall, I'm afraid... I'm doomed, right?

And the death feast of the vito will also have a perfect closing ceremony and witness.

Suddenly -

She felt her body loosen up, and the pressure on Wu Shilong to hold her was gone. Her hanging heart sank. She guessed that someone had pulled him away and was about to take a long breath to celebrate his new life. She only felt a flash of darkness in front of her eyes and the two figures rolled down in front of her.

In a situation where no one could think about it at all, he turned around and jumped off the cliff behind him with lightning speed...

Tong Hua looked around in fear. Who else fell?

Who was dragged down by Wu Shilong?

In fact, it was too late, too fast, and the whole mess was only ten seconds away. It was understandable that Tong Hua didn't react. However, when she breathed a little, the depression that choked her throat would never come out again. Her eyes widened and she pounced on the edge of the cliff.

"Wu - Wushushu -"

Suddenly, she could not clear her head and almost stopped breathing.

Wu Butler fell. Did Wu Butler fall?

During the day, he was still here laughing about her cheating on him.

Now, did he really fall from here?

The shrill sound of the wind stirred her clothes. On the edge of the cliff, she could only hear her own voice, echoing in the wind, roaring in hysteria, and wailing in pain.

"Minglang, save him. Send someone to save him? Wushushu, this is Wushushu..."

"Tong Hua..." Su Minglang held her firmly.

But tong tian's mind was in a mess and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

In front of him was Wu Butler's well-maintained, elegant and handsome face, and his slight smile.

In fact, when she learned that Wushushu didn't want to hurt him these days, she didn't dare to think back. Of course, the main thing was not daring to think back to this period of time in Jinsanjiao. They ate and slept together. In this unreasonable period of time, although she was forced, she always knew that she really did not hate him...

If she could do it all over again, she would not lie to him again and would not kiss him with her fingers instead of her mouth.

But things in the world were never reversed.

Whether it's life or sin.

Vito is like this, Wushushu is like this, Wu Shilong is like this, there are many people who died in vain in this matter... Each of them, if they could choose again, might choose a different path. However, there was only one life.

When the flowers die, they will bloom again.

When a man dies, he will never be resurrected.

She cried and knelt there, her voice bringing with it a tragic crack that tore through the pitch-black cliff, setting off the night in a mournful and tragic manner. The choice between Wu Butler and his respected brother, however, struck right into her soul, making her feel that she could not repay his love with her death.

Her heart was convulsing.

Her lips kept trembling. How she wished that none of this was true...

Tomorrow, or tomorrow, that gentle Wushushu would appear in front of her and smile at her.

"Tong Hua..." Su Minglang held her tightly and her heart ached so much that her voice trembled.

Who's calling her? Who's calling her?

Tong Hua's tears were like rain, and his eyes were like a layer of fog...

"Tong Hua... You don't want to die... Tong Hua... You don't want to die..."

"Tong Hua, I swear I will take revenge..."

A man's eyes had been looking at her. There was a familiar choking sound beside her ear. Her head hurt more and more, and it hurt more and more. Just like countless times before, her consciousness drifted further and further away, but that voice kept echoing by her ear.

Dream?

Another nightmare?

Her heart was trembling.

I don't know how long it took, but my eyes turned blood red again, blood red all over the world...

The world is gone, everything is gone...

Her body kept falling...

"Help... Help..."

She cried out in a cold sweat and suddenly sat up from the bed.

Gasping for breath, she looked around and found herself sitting on the bed of the villa at home. The bedroom was empty, unlit, dark, and lonely as if she was the only one left in the world.

Whoosh!

As expected, she was dreaming again.

At this time, it had been a long time since we left Jinsanjiao, which was filled with the smell of explosion and blood.

However, these days, she would continue to repeat the same nightmare. At night, he often sleeps unsteadily, sometimes he wakes up suddenly in the middle of the night, and sometimes he has nightmares after sleeping in the daytime. Or was it just a scene that happened that night in Jinsanjiao, like a small movie, where every plot flashed in her mind from time to time.

Many people died that night.

Xiao Rong is dead! Vito is dead! Liayi is dead! Wu Shilong is dead too!

... Wushushu, is he dead too?!

She could no longer remember how she left Jinsanjiao, or even how she returned to england. All she knew was that after she came back, she stayed in jin villa like a walking corpse and spent a long time in a daze. It was not until the day of may 20 that her daughter, xiao yue, was born and fell, that she completely regained her clear consciousness and started a new life.

There are always so many wonderful connections in the world.

May 20 was her due date. Her little moon was also pinching the baby that was due. Originally, her daughter's name was also followed by her brother's spring and snow. Unfortunately, this day was also in the middle of a month. When the moon was full, she smiled bitterly and simply gave her daughter a nickname, little moon. Occasionally, she also felt that there was some kind of law in the underworld. Why was little fifteen so strange that she was born on that day?

And today, on the day she woke up from another nightmare, the calendar on the counter had turned to august 8.

Nine months had passed since that horrible night in Jinsanjiao.

Her daughter, little moon, had been here for four months.

Holding her knees in silence, she sat in the dark bedroom without turning on the lights, her chin resting on her knees, staring out the window at the dusty white hair for a long time. He took out the rusty key from the bedside table box and played with it for a while. He could not think of a reason. His mind felt empty and uncomfortable.

After a while, she put the key away and finally got out of bed slowly.

She opened the bedroom door, took a look, and went to the brightly lit study.

After returning from Jinsanjiao, Su Minglang had been busy.

He was busy dealing with the follow-up problems of the series of things, dealing with the internal disputes of the su family, and dealing with the personnel and work issues of m & h.

"Minglang?"

With two gentle knocks, she pushed open the study door.

At one glance, she saw the man sitting on the bench behind the desk.

With one hand on his forehead and the other holding a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes fell on an old book on the desk. His cold face looked serious and steady. But the flickering sparks between his fingers and the few cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray all showed that his mood was not as calm as it seemed.

"What are you looking at?" Tong Hua looked at him and asked.

Su Minglang hooked his lower lip, put out the cigarette, and waved at her.

"Why are you up?"

Tong Hua sucked on his slippers and walked slowly to his side.

"Well, I had a dream. I woke up and couldn't sleep. Why aren't you asleep?"

"Take care of something."

Su Minglang answered, not avoiding her. He picked up the book on the desk and casually put it in the drawer in front of him. He put his arm around her waist and raised his head with a smile.

"Can't sleep well without me?"

Tong Hua glanced at him and glanced down at the drawer. "What book? You don't sleep at all in the middle of the night. Are you reading it so seriously?"

Su Minglang hugged her tightly in front of him with a low voice.

"It's the historical family tree of the li family."

Tong sheng knew about this, as she had known before.

But now it sounded a little different.

She paused for a moment, raised her eyebrows, and asked faintly, "Is the book Wushushu's?"

Her "Uncle" was very casual. It was so casual that su Minglang could not tell her emotions from her tone, as if she didn't care much about that person.

But he knew it wasn't. She was very concerned.

His eyes flickered, and he casually lowered his head, sighed and patted her on the back as a consolation, then with a little strength in his arm, he pulled her over and sat on his lap, his forehead gently resting on her forehead.

"Are you dreaming again?"

"Yes." Tong Hua stared at his face. "Still can't find his body?"

Stroking her cheek, Su Minglang's heart sank.

"Honey, that cliff is very high, and the area behind it is too remote. And, you know, there are too many people around, and..."

After a pause, he did not continue.

He didn't say it, and Tong Hua knew what he meant. Didn't he just tell her not to hope? If you fall from that place, how can you survive?

Gently nestled in his arms, she nodded her head and said nothing more. Only his nose rubbed against his body, as if he was sucking the warmth of his body to force himself to forget the nightmare that was always swirling in his mind.

They were speechless for a long time before she opened her eyes.

"Minglang, when is Su Nian coming back?" After they came back, Su Nian took lara back to the country, and also brought Xiao Rong's ashes. Xiao Rong had said he would return to the country before, and this time he let her return to her homeland.

Because of that surprise, Lara was even a little neurotic. He had to stay by Su Nian's side all the time, and he didn't like to talk. Naturally, Su Nian was always around. After returning to china, they heard that Lara was in a much better mood, so they didn't come back. A while ago, Lara gave birth to a premature baby and gave birth to a blond mixed-race beauty. These days, they heard that she was coming.

Tong Hua wanted to meet Su Nian, Lara, and the beautiful girl who had gone through those things before she was born.

"Soon! Su Nian said he was ready and sent someone back soon." Su Minglang smiled and scratched her nose, his voice full of love. "Look, little raindrops are coming back. You have to take care of yourself and sleep well. Otherwise, how can she see her grandmother's most beautiful first face, eh?"

Frantically patting his face, Tong Hua frowned.

"Am I looking really haggard now?"

"Not bad, madam xu is not old yet!"

"... Go!" Tong Hua glared at her. "Are you disgusted with me?" It was hard for Tong Hua to accept the fact that she was already going to be a grandmother. It was all because of Su Minglang's high seniority. Tong Hua had always been on good terms with Lara and Shi Ran. Now they were all sisters and aunts at most. Only she was a little grandmother. How could she accept that? Oh yes, Xie Yin was also a grandmother, but xie xie Xiao Rong was the only one.

"In front of the old lady, how dare the little one be presumptuous?" Su Minglang smiled teasingly and kissed her forehead. He looked very elegant. His slightly furrowed brows and the dark stubble on his chin made him look a little more tired.

Tong Hua was a little distressed by him like this.

Her palm rested on his handsome face and she rubbed it gently, her tone much softer.

Minglang, you can't finish your work in a day or two. Don't tire yourself out. The three of us still depend on you to support us. You're going to be exhausted. I have to think about remarrying. How much trouble is it?"

"Ha, so promising. Say it again if you dare!"

With a cold snort, Su Minglang folded his arms tightly around her waist, lowered his head, and pecked her lips with all his might before burying his head in the hair on her shoulder in her uneven breathing. He spoke in a low voice, with an indescribable hoarseness.

"Honey, you have to be good. I want you to be happy."

"Nonsense? Of course I'm happy!"

The corners of his lips were raised, and Tong Hua's arms were hanging around his neck, snuggling up to him with tenderness in his eyes and brows.

Minglang, after all these things, I'm more sure that people are alive, and every day has to be the end of the world. What do you think? You can eat and drink at this moment, cuddle with people you love. Who knows what will happen next? So be content!"

With her eyes closed, Su Minglang's long eyelashes twitched, almost greedily absorbing the smell from her body, and her tone was calm and affectionate. "Okay, just be happy."

Holding his face, Tong Hua glared at him in a reproachful manner before curling his lips.

"You too! Come on, sir, give your wife a smile?"

"Silly!" With a corner of his eye bent, the handsome, evil, and domineering Su Minglang came back. "By the way, Tong Hua, we're going to get together after the mid-autumn festival. How about we leave this to you?"

Tong Hua smiled. "Sure, no problem! Thank you for helping me, little case!"

"Damn it!"

"That's it!"

The two of them seemed to be avoiding it on purpose, making fun of themselves and not mentioning anything unhappy. But when it comes to family reunions, I still have to think of one person.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Minglang frowned.

"It's just Xiao Rong, she's gone, and the person who just walked in has lost his vito, but now Tong Hua doesn't even dare to ask su Minglang who the vito is..."

This question had been troubling Tong Hua. Vito knew her like the back of her hand, but she had never seen the real face of the vito before. It was just that the explosion was so deafening that Tong Hua could not forget it. She could not forget the haunted voice of the vito.