time finally dawns

But he disappointed Yang Caifei. He never told Cheng Yuanming once, because Cheng Shen always believed that his father loved him and would also love his mother.

Later, when he saw that his goal could not be achieved, Yang Caifei stopped calling him Cheng Shen.I don't know since when, his room has been replaced by the attic.

Since elementary school, Cheng Shen has become wild. He teases teachers, fights with classmates, and ranks at the bottom of his grades.The classmate who was forced to stand together was dragged home by his parents, and he was left alone in the empty campus.

They began to argue more and more every day, and even threw things.

His deskmate described how his mother would make him egg custard when he was sick. Cheng Shen waved his hand and showed off to him, what's so great about egg custard? When I was sick, my mother would prepare a variety of dishes and chicken legs for me.

Thinking of this, he opened the window wider, perhaps out of expectation, more out of gambling.

He fell into a warm embrace, but when he was unconscious, he heard the woman's disgust.He was nine years old that year and was left alone in the hospital. He didn't wait for the egg custard to come, nor did he wait for the two people to come.

After he recovered from the illness, he was laughed at by his deskmate, saying that sick people cannot eat meat, so he beat his deskmate.

When I was ten years old, the sounds of quarreling disappeared.Cheng Yuanming almost never comes back, and they meet only a handful of times a year.

It wasn't until the second day of junior high school that my father filed for divorce, and the relationship between them completely broke down.He was holding a car model, and his birthday wish had not yet been granted this year.

Yang Caifei insisted on asking for custody rights. In her opinion, on the one hand, she could get money, and on the other hand, she also pointed out that Cheng Yuanming could change his mind.Unexpectedly, six months later, he remarried.

Yang Caifei was holding the alimony in his hands. When he was in high school, he had no enough to eat and decided to find a part-time job. Unexpectedly, the money was taken away in the end.

Later, Ren Feifan and Cheng An made him face reality completely.He is not the product of love, but its victim.

In the last few days of his senior year in high school, Cheng Yuanming took Song Si back to this house to discuss stopping the payment of child support. On the way back, there was a car accident and both of them fell into a coma.

It's not a traffic accident, it's man-made.

On the day of the college entrance examination, Cheng Yuanming's last lifeline stopped, and Yang Caifei also went to prison.

Yes, she went to hell, so why not Cheng Shen?

Cheng Yuanming's company had already suffered losses. He left his last property to Cheng An and his debts to his son.

Abandoning the army to save the commander, his life was extremely difficult in the year of graduation.After selling the house and the villa in the suburbs to pay off the debt, the nominal sister was taken to the countryside, and Song Nian would come to him every once in a while to ask for compensation.

After graduating from high school, he struggled to find a job. He relied on his only design foundation to make a living, revisiting his hometown and wandering around BJ.

It was Zhang Yangshu who didn't give up on him and went to many places to build connections so that he could resume his studies in the BJ tutoring class.

Later, he made a small fortune from design and bought a store near the school, just to be closer to her.

Cheng Shen seemed to be telling someone else's story, the wind was light and the clouds were calm. Those things seemed to have been a lifetime ago in his memory.

It was late at night and it was pitch black outside the window.He picked up Jiang Yue in his arms and returned to the room. Under the moonlight, he kissed the girl's cheek. The wetness was everywhere, which was a sign that she felt sorry for him.

He rubbed his fingertips against the tears in Jiang Yue's eyes, and said flatly and feebly: "Your heartache makes me feel even more heartbroken."

Later, he stopped eating sweets, and the dawn in the darkness came to him. There was no need to be afraid, because he had Jiang Yue.

Give yourself warmth and burn for regeneration.

After this night, the two became closer to each other.Jiang Yue rubbed her fingers on the screen. She hadn't opened the video since she came back from Qingshui County. It wasn't anything other than that she didn't dare.

Don't dare to face the cruel truth.

If it is not revealed, it will be buried in the dust forever.Thinking of Jiang Mingyuan, who had enforced the law impartially throughout his life, and the days when Wen Yun took her into hiding, he tapped the screen with his finger.Dark clouds were gathering, and the dilapidated lamps on the street were shining, flickering on and off.

A face was revealed, his expression was solemn, his mouth opened and closed, nothing could be heard, only his back was straight and unyielding.

There was thunder and sparse rain.Suddenly, the man opposite raised his gun and hit Jiang Mingyuan in the abdomen without hesitation.

The murderer exited the surveillance screen, and a man walked in. He spoke condescendingly, thunder fell, half of the sky turned white, and the man's outline emerged.

No one knew what he said. After everything was over, Jiang Mingyuan was left alone in the dark and narrow alley. He was lying on the damp floor, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

The video was only 3 minutes long, and Jiang Yue's back was already numb. These few minutes felt like three long hours.

She already knew what happened next.

Now, there is only one person who can clear up my father's name.

The machines on the construction site were buzzing, and Jiang Yue stood at one place to measure the values. Tong Rou carefully compared the design drawings, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching.

She waved to Jiang Yue, "Come and take a look here. Is the construction different from the picture?"

Hearing what she said, Jiang Yue walked over. According to the design, a triangular enclosure should be built there, but obviously there was not one.

The two looked at each other, Jiang Yue nodded lightly, and Tong Rou immediately closed the drawing with a fierce look on her face, waving her hands to the leader who was supervising the construction.

As soon as the man came over, she was the first to speak, "I said, can't your workers understand the drawings? The frame there is unstable. Why don't you build a triangular enclosure according to the design drawings?"

The foreman scratched his head and didn't understand why the grandma was so crazy. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "It's like this. A few days ago, people from the company sent down and said that the fence here does not need to be fixed. We also act in accordance with the rules and regulations."

This puts Tong Rou in a difficult position. Others may not understand it well, but as the person who designed this picture, she still knows that without this fence, there will be no problems in a short period of time, but if it accumulates over the years, it will soon A collapse may occur someday.

Jiang Yue also knew the stakes involved, but the foreman suggested that Lan Xia had done it himself, which made people suspicious. However, Xu Nanzhou was not a person who would shoot himself in the foot.

"What do you think?" Tong Rou put the drawings aside casually. If the people below didn't build according to the above, then there was no need to supervise the work.

Putting his hand on his chin, he said thoughtfully, "Someone is deliberately causing trouble."

Seeing her confident look, Tong Rou asked, "Sister Yue, what should we do next?"

Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment by this title, and then she replied with a smile, "Don't call me Sister Yue, I'm going to be called old."

It's not that she dislikes being called old, but she feels that he is too much like Qi Xiao, the person who always looks lively.

He whispered into Tongrou's ear, and her expression was clear to his heart.

The Fog Bar has launched a new dry ice event. The whole bar is filled with white fog and clouds form a sea.

Several people sat around the booth, their voices masked by the loud music.

"Where is the goods the boss mentioned?"

"We're almost there. Let's open our eyes today."

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen fresh goods, I hope it’s a surprise.”

What was left was the sound of wine glasses clinking, and several people were celebrating the unknown freshness.