The Fifty-Fifth Call of the Soul

  Three people walked along the small path, Zhao Yang holding Chen Xue, Chen Mei carrying a basin, under the moonlight and evening breeze, such a scene was serene and pleasant, even the lively Chen Xue was quiet.

  Back in the orchard, Zhao Yang held the Book of Life and Death in his hand, but his mind was still thinking about the scene just now. Until another bedroom calmed down, Zhao Yang also lay back on the bed.

  That night, Zhao Yang didn't think about "The Book of Life and Death" or the flow of qi and blood, he just fell asleep peacefully.

  The next morning, the sound of Xiao Hei pushing open the door woke up Zhao Yang. When Xiao Hong jumped onto the roof and let out a loud crowing sound, he felt his body also becoming refreshed, with all his blood and energy bursting forth like blooming flowers!

  One night without practicing "Zengyuan Method", but Zhao Yang found that his Qi and blood level not only didn't weaken at all, but instead became even more vigorous!

  Black sky and white night, movement and stillness, yin and yang.

  Zhao Yang fell into deep thought, as if he had understood something.

  She slept for so long yesterday afternoon and went to bed relatively early last night, so she woke up much earlier than usual today. She got out of bed and walked to Zhao Yang's door, knocking on it with her hand and shouting: "Uncle, uncle, get up quickly!"

  Chen Mei woke up too, but didn't move. Hearing Chen Xi teasing Zhao Yang, she quickly pulled down the disheveled pajamas and sat up, calling out in a low voice from the door gap: "Little Xi, don't make noise, come back quickly!"

  But Chen Xi grabbed the door handle and pulled it down, opening the door and running in.

  Mei had no choice but to get out of bed, close the door and start getting dressed.

  Zhaoyang looked warmly at Chenxie, who was wearing a pink nightgown and ran in, got on the bed, snuggled into his arms, and stared at him with wide eyes: "Uncle, are you awake?"

  Zhao Yang couldn't help but smile, and he pulled over a corner of the quilt to cover her body.

  He was moved in his heart, and condensed into a mirror of qi and blood. Looking from the back of the mirror of qi and blood, at an unknown distance, there was a blood-red large flag standing on a square black platform!

  As soon as Zhao Yang saw the flag appear in the painting, he naturally shouted out a "zhao"! The originally still and unmoving large flag was suddenly blown up by a gust of black wind, and on its surface appeared a silver pattern of the Big Dipper Seven Stars!

  That's right! Zhao Yang had always suspected that this flag must exist somewhere in the unknown, otherwise Xiangyaozi wouldn't have painted it. And he had been using Xiangyaozi's painting to communicate with the flag, which was like trying to catch a fish by climbing a tree!

  Zhao Yang suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted another "zhāo" at Dong Hai's soul. The pattern of the Big Dipper on the flag lit up one by one, and Dong Hai's soul disappeared from Chen Xi's side and reappeared on the platform where the flagpole was standing!

  Dong Hai's soul appeared on the table, still gazing at Chen Xiu with a loving face, as if he could still see her there!

  Chen Xi's small hand reached into Zhao Yang's clothes from the bottom, familiarly touching his chest. When she heard Zhao Yang say two "zhao" characters, she stopped and blinked her lively eyes, asking: "Uncle, what are you saying?"

  Zhao Yang came to his senses, hugged Chen Xue in his arms, and felt an unusual pain in his heart! After a while, he asked softly: "Xiao Xue, do you still remember your father?"

  "Mom said that Dad went to a very, very far away place and he will come back to see me when I grow up!"

  Zhao Yang slowly let out a breath, and felt the hatred in his heart surging like a tidal wave!

  Dong Hai was severely deformed in the driver's cab by a panel truck carrying mineral water, and Chen Xi didn't even see Dong Hai's last face!

  "Xiao Xi, you have to remember, your dad has a square face, big eyes, thick lips, and when he smiles, there's a dimple on his left cheek... He loves you the most..."

  Outside the door, morning plum blossoms shed tears like a spring!

  After getting up and washing, Zhao Yang and the three of them walked home. As they walked, Zhao Yang said to Chen Mei, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to Huang Hai for a trip. You stay at home with Xiao Xi. If anything happens, don't try to handle it yourself. With my parents here, you two won't be mistreated!"

  "Have you thought of a way?" asked Meizi with her head lowered.

  Zhao Yang nodded and looked towards the direction of Huang Hai, saying in a low voice: "None of them will have a good ending!"

  Chen Mei's heart skipped a beat, but she immediately said seriously: "You mustn't do anything rash!" There was one sentence she didn't say out loud: "Chen Xi has already lost her father, she can't lose the uncle who loves her too!"

  After Dong Hai's car accident, Chen Mei could see many suspicious points with her IQ. She also tried to use legal means to seek justice for Dong Hai, but as soon as she came into contact with the other party, she discovered that their power was astonishing! She had the determination and courage to fight against the other party with her life, but she couldn't help thinking of Chen Xi. Chen Xi was only two and a half years old at that time, and had just lost his father. If he were to lose his mother again, what would his life be like? Although Chen Mei had her natal family, could her grandmother and uncle love Chen Xi as much as she did? Moreover, maternal love is irreplaceable!

  She could only swallow her tears. Now that the pain had just subsided, how could she bear another blow? Moreover, Zhao Yang was the only son of the family!

  "Zhao Yang, this time you must listen to your sister's words! If not for yourself, then think about Chen Xiu and your parents!"

  Zhao Yang turned around and smiled lightly, saying: "I know, don't worry, sister-in-law, I won't act rashly!"

  Mei put her mind at ease a little and added: "You know that's all! Now I just want to see Xiaoxi grow up healthy and happy!"

  To be honest, for someone who can't even find their name on domestic websites, Zhao Yang could clearly see the gap in resources between them! However, now he is no longer just an ordinary worker with no resources except himself. As long as he persists, Zhao Yang believes that there will definitely be opportunities!

  It's time for those who betrayed their comrades and stabbed them in the back to pay the price!

  That evening, Meng Xuehui accompanied Zhao Yang to the Third People's Hospital of Huang Hai.

  Huang Hai Third People's Hospital is also known as Huang Hai Mental Hospital by the citizens of Huang Hai, because it is the most famous specialized hospital for treating schizophrenia in Huang Hai.

  Through the glass, Meng Xuehui pointed at a person with sunken cheeks and occasional twitches on the middle bed, saying: "Big brother, this is that Qian Jin... someone who's going to die soon, why bother coming to see him?"

  For people related to Zhao Yang and Chen Mei, Meng Xuehui had done relevant investigations - in fact, things related to Zhao Yang are easy to investigate, after all, it's not a secret. He naturally knew what Qian Jin had done, and also vaguely knew that Qian Jin had fallen to this point, which should be Zhao Yang's doing. However, he would not ask or say these words.

  Zhao Yang heard Meng Xuehui say this and turned his head saying: "I'll take his life, do you believe it?"

  Meng Xuehui smiled wryly and said, "He's on the verge of death, what's the point of putting in so much effort?"

  Zhao Yang didn't say anything, but instead let out a soft shout: "Come on!"

  In his eyes, Dong Hai's soul, who was surrounding Qian Jin and constantly questioning him in anger, disappeared from his side and appeared on the black platform where the flagpole stood.

  Under the influence of Dong Hai's soul, Qian Jin's weak and fragile life force, like a candle in the wind, also stabilized at the moment when Dong Hai's soul disappeared.

  However, just as people often hold on when they are under pressure and collapse after the pressure is gone, Qian Jin's life force only lasted for a few breaths before rapidly fading away. His soul also floated out like smoke from an extinguished candle, and like light smoke, it dispersed into thin air in an instant.

  At this time, the angry soul of Dong Hai on the platform also changed its appearance: the blood color in his eyes receded, the long and sharp fingernails on his fingers returned to normal, and the blue veins on his face disappeared, turning back into his usual calm appearance.

  Zhao Yang patted Meng Xuehui's shoulder and said, "Let's go!"

  P.S.: First of all, thank you for the comment from book friend 13901228! This kind of discussion about plot is what And尚 wants to see most at present! In addition to topping and refining scores, I will also reward a diamond, hoping that book friend 13901228 will get rich and post more posts like this.

  The monk will borrow this place to make a reply, hoping not to affect the feelings of book friends.

  This book is written for good children and does not currently include "wild/battle" or "wild/combination" content in the designed plot.

  Secondly, regarding the issue you mentioned about "currently more than half of the content is about the widow's ambiguity", I originally intended to write some warm and cozy scenes, but maybe I wrote too much. Now that the plot has accelerated, this issue should be resolved.

  Finally, Chen Mei, after losing her husband, has a kind of instinctive closeness to Zhao Yang's good intentions in taking care of her and Chen Xi. She is now unlikely to have romantic feelings for Zhao Yang, and Zhao Yang, due to Dong Hai's sake, has a paternal affection for Chen Xi and respect and protection for Chen Mei, but it is still not at the stage of romantic feelings between men and women. The issue of whether they will end up together or not is still too early to say.

  I hope the monk's answer will satisfy you.

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