Wang Bo met his mother at Tu Yunliang's house, a middle-aged woman with a low height and filial head, his grandmother, a white-haired and haggard old man, his uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, second uncle, second uncle, second uncle and other peers, as well as his cousin, cousin, cousin... all in one, more than a dozen or twenty, were crowded in their living room. The relatives had just returned from the funeral home, and they all looked sad and were discussing how to mourn at home.

After Wang Bo took Tu Yunliang to leave Shuangqing, Tu Yunliang's relatives learned from Wei Shousong that the famous classmate of his son traveled thousands of miles to drive him to attend the funeral, so he was very grateful to Wang Bo. Especially his mother and his grandmother, they grabbed one of his arms and thanked him with tears in their eyes. Wang Bo's heart was very heavy. But he could not say anything except saying something that made them feel sad.

Considering that Wang Bo and Su Mengyao drove for five or six hours in a row, it was too late now, Tu Yunliang's mother called his brother, Tu Yunliang's uncle, to the hotel to open a room for Wang Bo and Su Mengyao to rest. Tu Yunliang's uncle nodded in response. Wang Bo knew that there were many things to do about mourning, and as an outsider, he didn't stay for a long time, which affected others, so he said goodbye to everyone.

"Uncle, Brother Bo and the others have not yet...you have to find some food for them outside..." Tu Yunliang, who was crying like a cry, walked up and said to his uncle, then looked at Wang Bo and Su Mengyao, and said, "Brother Bo, Mengyao, you...you go outside to have something--" Halfway through his words, he was already crying and speechless.

Wang Bo walked up and hugged Tu Yunliang, who was wearing mourning clothes, sucked his sore nose, and said, "Don't worry about us, handle your father's funeral well... and take good care of your mother and grandma..." Wang Bo felt something rolling in his eyes, so he turned around and walked outside.

Tu Yunliang's uncle Jiang Xuebing drove his own police car and took Wang Bo who was following behind to the best hotel in Mao/xian, "Aba Prefecture Mao/xian International Hotel". When he was preparing to book a room at the front desk, Jiang Xuebing looked at Wang Bo and Su Mengyao behind him, and hesitated. Before Wang Bo could speak, Su Mengyao spoke and smiled at Jiang Xuebing, "Uncle, please help us open two rooms."

"You have to." Jiang Xuebing breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, fortunately he was not a good decision and only ordered a single room.

After checking in the room and getting the room card, Tu Yunliang's uncle asked the two to go to a nearby restaurant for dinner. Wang Bo's stomach was already hungry, but now he was different from the past. Others had no intention of treating guests, and he had no mood to eat. So he asked Tu Yunliang's uncle to do his own business and didn't have to worry about them. He and Su Mengyao knew how to find food. Jiang Xuebing knew from his nephew that the nephew's classmate was of extraordinary identity and was a distinguished guest. He helped the nephew so much, but it turned out that the distinguished guest was hungry and could not even have a meal. It was really unreasonable, so he invited him hard.

Mao/xian is a county under the jurisdiction of the Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefectures. There are many ethnic minorities. Ethnic minorities are usually upright, but their tempers are also very popular. You can see from Tu Yunliang. Wang Bo said a few polite words, and saw that the other party was still trying hard to invite him, worried that he would refuse too much and would make his master unhappy and it was difficult to refuse his kindness, so he had to accept it.

It was already too late at 11 o'clock, and most places where we eat had already closed. But this was not a problem for Jiang Xuebing, the deputy director of the M County Public Security Bureau. Jiang Xuebing led the two to a barbecue restaurant that he and his colleagues often went to, which was open until midnight. The owner of the barbecue restaurant saw that it was Jiang Xuebing, so he hurriedly came forward to greet him.

"These are my two juniors, please treat them well. I keep the accounts on my head." Jiang Xuebing said to the owner of the barbecue restaurant, with a little indifferent expression. He became amiable when he turned to Wang Bo and Su Mengyao. "That little Wang, Xiao Su, it's really hasty today, and it's too late. You can just pick it up and put it in here. The environment here doesn't look great, but the taste is good. Yunliang's old man and I often drink here. You should just greet the boss if you want to eat, don't be polite." When talking about Tu Yunliang's father Tu Jianhua, Jiang Xuebing's expression became dim again.

"Okay, Uncle Jiang. Yunliang and I are brothers. I will not be polite when I get here. You go and do your business, Uncle Jiang, don't worry about us." Wang Bo said hurriedly.

"Then...you have to eat slowly. Call me if you have anything to do. When you reach Uncle Jiang's three-point land, you don't have to worry about anything!" Jiang Xuebing said with great momentum and a little boldness. At this time, Wang Bo felt some official power from the other party that was hard to see by ordinary people.

Jiang Xuebing told Wang Bo his cell phone number. Wang Bo called back, and both sides left phone numbers, and Jiang Xuebing drove away.

As soon as Jiang Xuebing left, Wang Bo and Su Mengyao breathed some relief. They drove for six or seven hours in a row and only chewed some biscuits on the way. They were so hungry that they asked the boss to hand in the menu, including lamb skewers, beef skewers, lamb waists, chicken wings, and meat dishes. Eating barbecue and drinking beer is a perfect match, but today's occasion is obviously not suitable for drinking, so Wang Bo called two bottles of Weiyi.

The skewers ordered by Wang Bo and Su Mengyao came up one after another at the highest priority level and at the fastest speed. The two men and women with empty stomachs ate hard in one meal without saying a word. Su Mengyao's eating style has always been elegant, or she was really hungry, or she might be away from Shuangqing, facing a bunch of skewers with scorched inside and tender inside, fragrant, sprinkled with pepper noodles, pepper noodles and cumin and oily skewers, took off the mask of the usual lady and feasted.

The two men and women solved the skewers on the plate as fast as possible, and their empty stomachs slowly bloated. After half an hour, they were already "full of wine and full of food".

Not long after the hotel, the two chose to walk. On the way back to the hotel, Su Mengyao leaned against Wang Bo. After more than ten steps, she simply grabbed his arm. Wang Bo was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

After more than ten minutes, the two returned to the hotel.

"Good night, take a break early, Mengyao." Wang Bo stood at the door of the room and said to Su Mengyao.

"Good night, so do you." Su Mengyao took her hand to her chest, bent her fingers at Wang Bo with a smile, but she felt a little disappointed. She thought Wang Bo would ask him to enter his room.

It was already very late, almost at 1:00 a.m. Wang Bo rinsed his mouth and brushed his teeth, and then went to the bathroom to take a hot shower. After being washed by the hot shower, he traveled a long distance, and the fatigue caused by the strong ups and downs of his emotions also disappeared.

Going to bed, turning off the lights, sleeping. In the dark night, Wang Bo lay on the bed in the hotel, with his eyes wide open, and he felt no sleepiness at all. What happened today, especially the memories of Tu Yunliang's father Tu Jianhua, flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern:

In the morning, when I met Tu Yunliang's father Tu Jianhua, the other party praised him in a roundabout way and flattered manner. He complained to Tu Jianhua, who was cunning in his heart. In the afternoon, he heard the bad news of the other party's death in a car accident. A living life, in one day, in an instant, from birth to death, is evident.

"Zhang Xiaojun, Chen Kun, Li Junfeng, Liang Jingquan, Huang Liang, Tu Yunliang... Some of them are dead, some are broken, some are decayed, and some are deprived. For the neighbors, friends, and classmates around me, am I really a broom star who keeps bringing misfortune and bad luck to others?" Wang Bo murmured in the dark night.

When Liang Ya's father Liang Jingquan passed away, he saw Liang Ya and Cheng Wenjin, two sad women, who were sad, and he regretted and hated himself for being a little butterfly that did not belong to this world, which brought unrestrained disaster to a originally beautiful and happy family.

Now, seeing Tu Yunliang's father's unexpected death, although it has nothing to do with him in terms of law, reason, and various principles, he only knows himself in the whole world. Without his destiny to change his fate and being reborn unexpectedly, Tu Yunliang's father would not have died. Huang Liang, a great man who is favored by countless beauties outside C, would not be disabled. He plucked the strings of his fate and mixed it into a beautiful song, with happiness everywhere and flowers everywhere; but at the same time, he accidentally plucked the strings of other people's fate, directly or indirectly making more people's fate painful and miserable - they didn't have to be like this!

Wang Bo blamed and repent for Liang Jingquan's death; he no longer blamed Tu Yunliang's father Tu Jianhua's death, and he had no repentance. He only felt a kind of fragility and powerlessness of life, a kind of endless fear of fate! Now, these unexpected bad lucks are still on the heads of "others", but how can we know that one day it will not fall on our own people and the people around us?

The world is balanced, with gains and losses, or is this the price of one's rebirth? Do you need to always replace and fill in other people's misfortunes and pains?

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Chapter completed!