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Chapter 567 567: Gu Qi Extra: A daughter-in-law must be raised from an early age (first update)

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    After Gu Qi¡¯s execution, Song Zhi did not continue to be a drug police officer because he was no longer trusted.  She was transferred to a clerical job, and one month before her child was born, she quit her job and opened a bookstore selling coffee.  The business in the store was not good, and the location was very remote. She always lay on the table with the best lighting, staring blankly at the sky, letting the coffee on her hand slowly cool down.

    She would visit Gu Qi every August 27th, only once a year.  She named her daughter Sizhi, Gu Sizhi.

    Si Zhi looks a lot like Gu Qi.  .  .

    On August 27th when Si Zhi was six years old, Song Zhi took her to Gu Qi¡¯s cemetery.

    Six-year-old children don¡¯t understand joys and sorrows yet, they are just curious.

    "Mom, who is here?"

    There are no words on the tombstone.

    "He's my mother's old friend." Song Zhi knelt down, raised her hand, and lightly brushed the tombstone with her fingertips: "Are you still the same as before?"

    It has been six years since the grass in front of his grave grew and died in winter.

    "I'm already old."

    After that, every August 27th, Song Zhi would take Si Zhi to burn incense.  She was still wearing the fisherman's hat with the gun and his name embroidered on it. The hat had been worn for a long time and the corners had been washed white.

    It rained on August 27th when Si Zhi was twelve years old. The sky was overcast and the rain stopped and stopped.

    The temperature dropped that day.

    "It's very cold today, are you cold?"

    The umbrella was placed on the ground. Song Zhi took off his coat and covered it on the tombstone: "Gu Qi, I'm tired."

    This is the first time Si Zhi has heard the name Gu.

    "Mom, is his surname also Gu?"

    Is he

    "He is your father."

    When Si Zhi was young, she also pestered her mother to ask where her father had gone and why he didn't come back. Her mother always cried. Later, Si Zhi stopped asking.

    She took two steps closer to the tombstone: "What kind of person is dad?"

    The grass in front of the tombstone grows very tall.

    Song Zhi pulled them out one by one, and she said, "He is a wicked person."

    There was mud on her hands, which were very dirty. She wiped them clean on her clothes, and then reached out to wipe the raindrops on the tombstone: "I've been dreaming about you lately, but I can't always see your face clearly. Gu Qi, I feel like I'm about to die  I don¡¯t remember what you look like.¡±

    She didn¡¯t keep a single photo of him, except for the bucket hat he gave her and the tattoos on her body.  She was afraid that the hat would not last for many years, so she had the pattern on it tattooed on her body.

    Sizhi was very curious about the sudden appearance of his father. After struggling for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "Is dad a very bad person?"

    Song Zhi nodded: "Yes."

    He was poisoned and his sin is unpardonable.

    "There are many people who hate him and curse him to never be reincarnated."

    But¡­¡­

    She is no longer a drug police officer, can she be a little more willful?

    "Si Zhi, please don't hate him, okay?" She begged her little girl, "He has never met anyone who loves him in this world. At least you, at least don't hate him, okay?"

    Si Zhi nodded with red eyes: "What about you, Mom? Don't you love Dad too?"

    Song Zhi brushed the tombstone inch by inch without answering.

    When they went down the mountain, it started to rain again.

    Song Zhi stopped and looked back at the mountain: "I forgot to take my umbrella."

    The rain was not heavy, and they had almost reached the parking place.

    "Si Zhi, you wait for me in the car, and I'll get the umbrella back."

    Si Zhi agreed and got in the car first.

    Song Zhi returned to the cemetery. She opened her umbrella and placed it next to the tombstone. A thin layer of rain had already fallen. The rain slowly condensed and fell in large drops.

    There is only one grave on this mountain, a solitary one.

    Where are you, mom?  Don¡¯t you love Dad too?

    She loves him, so she shares his sin.

    "Gu Qi, are you waiting for me?"

    She took out the dagger.

    She kept the dagger with her for twelve years. She disguised it well. No one knew she was sick. No one knew how many antidepressants she took. No one knew she held the dagger and pointed it at her wrist countless times.  Measuring and calculating how to kill with one blow.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    The bloody dagger fell to the ground. She had made him wait for a long time and now she was going to find him.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?The heavy rain fell on the tombstone, and then dripped to the ground, slowly washing away the blood.

    Sizhi waited in the car for a long time. The rain gradually became heavier, and a black Bentley parked next to it.

    The man sitting in the driver's seat looked familiar to Si Zhi. He was a very handsome man.

    His voice is nice, low, and he speaks in a clear and round tone: "Rong Jiusi."

    The boy who was swiping the tablet raised his head.

    "You wait in the car."

    The young man sat in the back seat and responded.

    There is also "Si" in his name. Which "Si" is it?

    Si Zhi lay on the car window and poked his head out.

    "Yaoyao, hold your hand, the road is slippery."

    "Um."

    They are a pair of beautiful women, their backs match very well.  They held a large black umbrella. Si Zhi did not see the woman's face, but only saw her slim waist, the skirt of the cheongsam, and the platinum chain with a safety buckle on her ankle.

    Si Zhi sat in the car and waited for a while. During the process, she looked out the car window several times. The boy in the Bentley kept his head down and played with his tablet. He only raised his head to look at her, through the hazy rain curtain.  .  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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