He Wenxun was once so glorious and full of confidence. No matter when he was always smiling, even when he was facing the most headache-inducing enemy, nothing would appear on his face.

Because of this, everyone in the family is surprised. My grandfather praised him for "help and anger are not reflected in his expression, but he can accomplish great things." In fact, He Wenxun did do this.

Many times, even Mrs. Zou, the sister, could not see through her younger brother's joys and anger.

But now, this young man who has never changed his appearance suddenly became like this. Mrs. Zou was heartbroken. She slapped through the door a few times, and said anxiously and quickly: "Axun! There is nothing to be done. Open the door quickly. Sister has something to say to you!"

But what else is there to say now?

The room was silent for a moment, and then the loud sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded. He Wenxun almost used all his strength inside and shouted: "Get out! Get out of here!"

His voice was no longer the unique voice of a man as thick as before, but became sharp and thin, as if something had been pinching his throat.

This discovery made Mrs. Zou collapse. She covered her face with both hands and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The siblings were crying inside and the other was crying outside. At this time, they didn't care about anything decent or undecent. If something happened like this, it would be bad to say that it was actually no different from being a catastrophe. It would be good to be able to cry.

The servants below were all anxious, but the brother and brother were both talking in a good manner. No one dared to come forward and get angry. He was nervous and uneasy. The sound of footsteps from afar came from a distance. A wife in charge under Mrs. Zou reported in a trembling voice: "Madam! Someone is coming from home!"

Mrs. Zou's crying stopped abruptly. With tears in her eyes, she sobbed and swallowed the cry, hurriedly wiped her tears and began to walk out: "Who is here?"

As soon as something happened, Mrs. Zou sent someone home to report the news. Half a month has passed, and the people in Jiangxi are probably coming quickly.

It can also be seen how anxious the family members are.

Mrs. Zou was uneasy and nervous, pretending to be full of worries, feeling that her steps were so heavy that she could not move. After finally reaching the flower hall in front, she saw her father at a glance, and she couldn't help crying that had just stopped.

She rushed to her father, looking at her father with red eyes and stopped talking.

Mr. He had no time to pay attention to his daughter's mood anymore. As soon as he saw his daughter, he frowned and said, "Call me to be in the mansion, take me to see Ah Xun."

The call was Governor Zou. Mrs. He has always called this son-in-law this time, but Mrs. Zou heard some differences this time. Thinking of her father's son when she was old, how did she beloved He Wenxun, her voice began to tremble again, her eyelashes drooped, and she responded with a hoarse voice.

Mr. He's hair was white and his steps were so fast that he even surpassed his daughter. Mrs. Zou had to trot to catch up with her father, but she didn't dare to say a word at all. She walked through the garden and took her father to the place where her brother lived, and then stopped hesitantly.

She was worried and could not move forward any further. She told Mr. He in a crying voice: "Father, Ah Xun is unwilling to listen to anyone now. His brother-in-law has come many times and was also bombarded by him. I..."

Mr. He seemed to have grown five years old overnight. He raised his hand to stop his daughter's crying and complaining, shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't say so much, I'll go see him."

Mrs. Zou could see that he was completely out of patience, so she took a deep breath and led him into the room, and then she heard the sound of dinging bells and smashing things inside.

This is He Wenxun's throwing things again. I'm afraid that half of the decorations at home have been gone recently.

Mrs. Zou was worried and felt bitter in her mouth. She hurriedly raised the corner of her skirt and went up the steps, standing in the corridor and knocking on the door: "Axun, Axun, my father is here!"

Mr. He is so old, but he still travels thousands of miles when he hears his son's accident. He is afraid that he can't eat well and sleep along the way. Now he looks like he is still full of dust.

But the room was only quiet for a moment, and He Wenxu's sharp and painful screams came from it: "Get out! Get out! I'm a useless person now, I'm a useless person! What else does the clan want me to do!? What can I do?! I'm dead! I'm dead!"

Without seeing it with your own eyes, Mrs. Zou could also imagine her brother's collapse and her current expression. She felt both painful and sore. Thinking of her parents' hard work that she had been looking forward to giving birth to him, and raised him like a treasure for so many years, but now she has become like this, tears in her eyes fell down.

She patted the door and said almost begging: "Axun, I beg you, sister, you heard your sister's words the most, and your father loved you the most. My father came, and he rushed over so anxiously, sweaty and wet his back, looking haggard. You feel sorry for your father, open the door!"

She couldn't help crying again, but even her voice was filled with despair.

My father is the root of their family. They all rely on their father to live so carefree. But now, she suddenly saw her father's bent back and finally couldn't help crying and regretting.

Why have such great ambitions?

Why do you have to tie the honor and disgrace of your parents' family to your husband?

It was her who harmed the family, she who harmed her father and her younger brother.

Old Shangshu He was finally moved. He took two steps forward and whispered to his daughter, "Get out of the way." When his daughter got up, she kicked the door and kicked the door open.

The door opened in a coaxing manner, and Old Shangshu He shouted Ah Xun in a hoarse voice, and then stepped into the room first.

Mrs. Zou followed closely, not even wiping her tears, and searching for her younger brother.

After so many days, the time she had seen her younger brother was actually very limited---Most of the time, He Wenxun was extremely irritable and very resistant to contacting others.

She clenched her palms and turned the Box shelf behind her father. She couldn't help but open her eyes widened in shock. After a while, she let out a sharp scream.

He Wenxun actually hung his beam!

She cried out, feeling her mind was in chaos and could not think of anything. She watched Old Shangshu take the lead and lifted the person down, and rushed forward and staggered forward.

Her knees touched the floor tiles on the ground, making a dull sound, but at this time, she didn't feel any pain at all, but just went to see He Wenxun in fear.
Chapter completed!