MTL - The Humble Spare Tire is Set After the Car Rolls Over-Chapter 189 You are wrong, I refuse to be right, you are ignorant and I am ignorant (End)

After Chaoci's funeral, his ashes were brought back to Germany by Tanlie.

Nan Xiaojin was very worried about Zhao Yi, even if she couldn't see him.

She was worried that Zhao Yi might be devastated by this.

This is also the guess of most people, because on the day of the funeral, although Zhao Yi did not show any sadness in front of others, his extremely abnormal appearance was still seen by everyone.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhao Yi not only did not collapse, but immediately threw himself into work immediately after the funeral, even eating and lodging in the company, becoming a complete workaholic.

Zhao Yi is indeed a very capable person. Under this kind of work intensity, in just a few months, Zhao's already prosperous situation was once again pushed to another glory, and there was no limelight in City B. Two, even the Huo family has to avoid his edge.

Just when the Zhao family was about to become the top business leader in City B, Zhao Yi suddenly launched a violent attack on the Huo family.

The Huo family is not a weak person who can be controlled by others. Even if the Zhao family is about to become the overlord, and they have to face the Huo family head-on, they cannot escape the outcome of losing both.

But what makes people unexpected is that the Huo family did not resist too much in this malicious competition of the Zhao family.

I don't know if Zhao Yi is young and feisty and doesn't know how to quit when it's good, or if he has some deep hatred that no one knows about. In short, he still chases after Huo's hands and beats him, and even sues Huo Yige directly. the court.

The absurd ending is that all the seven criminal evidences that Zhao Yi sued Huo Yige were established, and Huo Yige was finally sentenced to 35 years.

On the first day of Huo Yige's imprisonment, Zhao Yi went to see him.

This man in his forties, even in prison, did not see any embarrassment at all. He held a philosophy book in his hand, and when Zhao Yi came in, he closed the book and looked at Zhao Yi, his eyes calm as water.

"You seem to be doing well," Zhao Yi said.

"Better than you." Huo Yige said.

Obviously, between them, Zhao Yi was the winner, and Huo Yige was the loser who was thrown into prison.

Huo Yige casually fiddled with the book in his hand, and suddenly said without thinking, "How do you want to go?"

"I don't know, whatever." Zhao Yi said.

"Can't you go see him again?" He looked up at Zhao Yi.

"No."

"As you like." Huo Yige put the book aside and leaned back on the chair, "Don't worry, I won't bother him either."

…

Three days later, Huo Yige's subordinates went to prison and told him that Zhao Yi was dead.

He jumped from the bridge and threw himself into the river, and his remains have not been found.

Huo Yige smiled lowly: "It's a really ugly way to die."

But what about himself?

He can't die if he wants to.

Because he was afraid, he was afraid that Zhaoci would go too slowly.

Xiaoci, hurry up, I will stay here for a few more years...you will never see me again.

…

With Huo Yige's power and energy, it's easy for him to apply for a commutation. Not to mention that he still has some old diseases on his body, as long as he works a little, it is easy to apply for medical parole.

Even if he didn't talk about it, it couldn't be easier for him to make himself comfortable in prison.

But none of these Huo Yige did.

In prison, he was like an ordinary prisoner, eating clear soup and lacking water, and even participated in so-called reform labor.

In his eighth year in prison, he died of a heart attack.

…

"The weather is fine today." Tan Lie stepped down from the steps at the door.

In his hand he held a watering pot for watering flowers and a stack of fragrant little cakes.

This is a remote town, and the nearest neighbor is 200 meters away from here.

There is nothing special about the town, even the public facilities are very backward, not to mention the subway, taxis are rare, and even the bus runs every hour. If you really want to say that there are any advantages, you can only talk about the scenery. A river runs through the whole town. It is not wide. It is a tributary of the Rhine River. It is only about 30 meters wide, but it is clear and tortuous. or red, or dark or shallow shrubs.

The morning glow here is very beautiful, because its mountains are as beautiful as the rivers. When the morning star hangs high, the distant sky will show bright red, deep purple, orange yellow, and light orange in sequence, and finally blend into the night that has not yet woken up, and then pull out the cotton-wool-like cotton blue, even at the edges. There are some green like aurora. The whole sky is surrounded by these gorgeous colors, they whizzed across the river, and the sky and the earth have no boundaries.

But no matter how good the scenery, the economic blockade and backwardness cannot keep young people. Year after year, the town gradually left only the elderly.

Tanlie moved here last year and bought a small villa.

Its previous owner was a very gentle old lady. When she first arrived, the small villa was taken care of warmly and beautifully, with roses and roses, hydrangea and valerian, just like this small town.

The old lady was going to the United States to live with her son, and this place was directly resold to Tan Lie.

He buried Chao Ci's ashes in the yard and stood a small wooden sign.

He planted wisteria and roses beside the wooden sign.

The wisteria was slowly wrapped around the wooden sign, and Tan Lie took care of them carefully, and also carefully subtracted the extra branches, so that the photo of Chao Ci would not be blocked.

Pink and white Lonza gems sway beautifully beside the wisteria.

Tanlie placed the stack of small cakes in front of the wisteria.

"Good morning." He said looking at the words on the photo.

"The chiffon cake I just made, I know you don't like sugar, so I made it with half sugar."

He rambled to Chao Ci while pouring water, and finally touched the wisteria on the tombstone, and said with a smile, "Old rules, you have a look first, and when you come back, this cake will belong to me."

He stepped on the cobblestone slab, walked out of the front yard, and closed the door carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone's sweet dream.

When the sunset was beginning to penetrate, he stepped on the gilt on the ground and stepped into the yard again.

He walked to the wisteria, picked up the soft cake, moved a wooden chair and sat beside the wisteria.

He took a sip and began to comment on his craft: "The taste is very good, soft and tender, it is just half sugar, and the taste is a little light."

"I'm not blaming you, haha, just teasing you."

"What do you want to eat tomorrow? How about glutinous rice balls? I remember that you like to eat glutinous rice dumplings. But I only cook ten of them. If you eat too much, you will accumulate food. You can't indulge you." He put the finished cake plate aside, Finally, he smiled and patted his forehead, "Although these end up in my stomach."

"I heard that there will be a meteor shower tonight." He looked up at the sky covered with sunset, "Can we wait together?"

After a while of silence, he raised his eyebrows: "You can't object anyway, so I'll take it as your agreement."

…

A text message was scheduled ten days later, and finally wrapped in the flow of electrons, it crossed the continent and came to him.

-Take me away.