This is different from his imagined reaction. According to common sense, losing a child should be extremely painful and unbearable blow, but Xi Yu's performance made Dongfang Hong feel a little abnormal.

He couldn't help but start wondering if Xi Yu was holding back his sadness, or if there was something unspeakable.

Or, what unknown secrets are there behind this?

Dongfang Hong's thoughts became more and more confused. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was not simple.

The next day, Dongfang Hong went straight to Wenxuan's office.

"Wenxuan, I went to see Xi Yu yesterday. Although Xi Yu was sad about his son's affairs, I always felt that the degree of sadness was not right and it was not natural. Do you think I was thinking too much?"

Dongfang Hong said as she rubbed her chin with her hands, and a light of thought appeared in her eyes.

Wenxuan was about to refute, but suddenly the scene of comforting Xi Yu flashed through his mind.

She frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

After a while, she slowly spoke: "I heard you say this, it seems that this is really possible."

The two looked at each other, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

Wenxuan's brain was running rapidly.

"Maybe Xi Yu's son is not dead at all."

Dongfang Hong frowned, her eyes full of doubt and contemplation.

"If this is true, why did Xi Yu do this? What is the hidden secret behind this?"

Wenxuan also had a serious expression and shook his head slightly.

"It may be because I want the mastermind behind the scenes to relax my guard, but this is just my random guess, and things may not be correct."

Her tone was uncertain, and her eyes showed a look of worry.

Dongfang Hong's face showed a hint of hope, and she raised her chin slightly and said, "I hope your analysis is correct. If Xi Yu's child is not dead, it will be better. I have to go to class now. We will continue to discuss this matter later."

Wenxuan stood alone in the office, holding his hands in front of his chest, lowering his head and thinking slightly.

"If your guess is correct, that's best." She murmured to herself.

On the other hand, in the shop where Hu Lin is located, the atmosphere seems particularly depressing.

Since being scolded by the old man last time, Hu Lin has become more cautious in his work.

The old man's name is Lin Dajiang. He is serious and daunting.

On that day, Lin Dajiang sat in the corner of the store as usual and suddenly received a letter.

He opened the letter and looked calm at first, but as his eyes moved on the letter paper, his face gradually changed.

After a while, his eyes turned red and he continued to cry.

His body trembled slightly, and he held the letter tightly in his hand, as if it was his only sustenance.

Hu Lin was stunned by the sudden scene. He stood aside, helpless and didn't know what to do.

After a while, Hu Lin looked at Lin Dajiang's distraught look and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Shopkeeper, what's wrong?" Lin Dajiang's face was full of sadness and his voice trembled, "My nephew... he jumped off the cliff and died, I... I'm so painful." Tears were everywhere on his face, and his eyes were filled with despair and grief.

Hu Lin's heart tightened and he quickly comforted: "Shopkeeper, no one can be resurrected, don't be too sad." His tone was gentle and full of concern.

Lin Dajiang nodded slowly and said heavily: "You are right, but I still find it hard to accept it. I want to go to my nephew's house to see it." Hu Lin looked at Lin Dajiang's back and felt a lot of emotion. The fragility and impermanence of life made him fall into deep thought.

Lin Dajiang hurried to Wu Kui's house with a heavy heart.

Before I entered the door, I heard a cry of sorrow.

He pushed open the door and saw an old woman sitting there crying. She was Wu Kui's mother and his own sister Lin Shuhong.

Lin Dajiang's face was full of grief and pity. He quickly walked to Lin Shuhong, squatted down, gently held her hand, and comforted softly: "Shuhong, stop crying, things have happened. What should you do if you cry like this and your body is ruined?"

Lin Shuhong raised her head, her face full of tears, and her eyes were filled with despair and self-blame.

Her hair was a little messy, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling slightly. "Brother, I have all killed Wu Kui!" She said in pain, her voice hoarse and shrill.

Lin Dajiang felt ache in his heart, and he patted Lin Shuhong's hand gently and said, "Don't say that, how can you blame you?"

Lin Shuhong shook her head and tears poured out again.

"Wu Kui likes a woman, but I don't agree, but he can't think of jumping off the cliff. If I weren't so stubborn at the beginning, he wouldn't have..." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a sob.

"Shuhong, it's useless to regret now. We have to be strong. Wu Kui has a spirit in the sky, and he doesn't want to see you torture yourself like this." His eyes were full of firmness, trying to give Lin Shuhong some strength.

Lin Shuhong looked at the ground blankly, her heart full of pain and regret. She didn't know what to do. After losing her son, her world seemed to collapse.

"Brother, what should I do in the future?" she asked helplessly.

Lin Dajiang held Lin Shuhong's hand tightly and said, "We will face it together, and life will continue to pass. Wu Kui is gone, but we cannot be immersed in sadness all the time."

At the bottom of the cliff, there was silence.

A young man slowly opened his eyes, and the blood on his head had dried up and condensed into dark red patches. He was Wu Kui.

The moment he opened his eyes, Wu Kui felt his eyes blurry and his head was drowsy.

In a trance, he thought he had come to the underworld.

However, as his vision gradually became clear, he began to carefully observe his surroundings.

When he recognized that this was the cliff he had jumped off, a complex feeling surged in his heart.

Wu Kui struggled to sit up, feeling sore all over his body, and his bones seemed to be disintegrating.

He gently touched the wound on his head, and a stinging pain came.

"I'm not dead, I'm so lucky." He said to himself, with a wry smile on his face.

Wu Kui's face was filled with pain in an instant. He hugged his head with both hands and shouted in despair: "Why am I not dead? Will it be even more painful next?"

His eyes were filled with helplessness and struggle, as if he had fallen into endless darkness.

Driven by despair, Wu Kui decided to seek death again. He stood up and staggered forward, wanting to find a place to kill him.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly felt that he had encountered something soft and almost lost his balance and tripped to the ground.

He looked down and was surprised to find that it was an unconscious old man.

This old man is Song Shuwen.

A hint of doubt surged in Wu Kui's heart, how could this old man be here?

He hesitated for a moment, and finally squatted down and carefully observed Song Shuwen.

He found that Song Shuwen was pale and breathing weakly, and seemed to have suffered serious injuries.

A hint of sympathy surged in Wu Kui's heart. He thought about it and decided to wake up the old man first.

Wu Kui looked at Song Shuwen in a coma, and his thoughts couldn't help but float back to his childhood.

At that time, he was forced by his parents to learn medical skills with an old doctor for a period of time.

Although the old doctor later passed away and his journey of studying medicine was interrupted, he still remembered some basic knowledge of saving people.

Wu Kui took a deep breath, calmed down, and began to act. He knelt beside Song Shuwen, stretched out his fingers, and kept pinching Song Shuwen's people.

His eyes were focused and nervous, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Every time he exerted force, he silently prayed in his heart that Song Shuwen could wake up soon.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Wu Kui's hands felt a little sore, but he did not give up.

Finally, with his unremitting efforts, Song Shuwen slowly responded.

Wu Kui was delighted and pinched Ren Zhong even harder.

Gradually, Song Shuwen opened his eyes and woke up.

Wu Kui breathed a sigh of relief, with a gratified smile on his face.

He looked at Song Shuwen and asked with concern: "Old man, how do you feel?"

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui weakly, moved his lips slightly, but did not say anything.

Wu Kui knew that he was still weak and needed rest.

He gently helped Song Shuwen up and let him lean against a stone.

Song Shuwen rolled his head with difficulty, looked at the surrounding environment, and his face showed a look of confusion. His voice was weak and hoarse: "Who are you? How could I be here?"

"My name is Wu Kui. I didn't succeed in jumping off the cliff, and I was still alive. I accidentally discovered you." His tone was plain, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.

"Leaping off a cliff? Why jumping off a cliff?" Song Shuwen's eyes were full of doubt.

Wu Kui was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Because of some things, I felt that living is meaningless, so I jumped off the cliff. I didn't expect to be alive. Maybe this is God's arrangement."

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui and felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.

"Young people, don't give up your life easily. No matter what difficulties you encounter, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

Wu Kui frowned, his face full of impatientness.

"I don't want to hear these words. Do you tell me what's going on with you?"

Song Shuwen sighed lightly, and a hint of sadness and anger appeared in his eyes.

"I was killed by someone. I guess the man thought I was dead, so he threw it under the cliff." His voice trembled slightly, and he recalled his own experience, feeling full of pain.
To be continued...