The Return of the City’s Cultivation

Near the New Year's Pass, the Ye family set off for Wang's home in Huajiang Province. Ye Mingshan drove, and Ye Tian and his mother sat in the back, galloping on the Xijiang Expressway.

No one in the carriage spoke, and the atmosphere was very solemn, and even no matter what was said, it would only make the atmosphere more depressing and unable to adjust.

Ye Father and Mother Ye were kicked out of the Wang family for nearly 20 years, never returned to the Wang family for the last Spring Festival, and only met the old man and a few relatives a few times.

Ye Tian saw the loneliness and anxiety on his mother's face, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and infinite melancholy in his eyes.

The so-called close to hometown is even more timid, not to mention that for twenty years, it has been a little half of my life, and everything is different. Goodbye to the old man, but it is already a bit miserable as "the separation between heaven and man".

Wang Xiuwen's tears followed, and at this moment, she couldn't help asking herself repeatedly whether everything was good fortune.

Both Ye father and Ye mother knew that the Spring Festival in Wang's family was not easy, or it might be the last time that Wang Xiuwen spent the Spring Festival in his home, and it was also the most tormented Spring Festival in his life. After that, the Ye family would have nothing.

Ye Tian sighed in his heart, looked at the scenery flowing out of the car window, and said in his heart, I wonder what happened to the cousins ​​who have only seen each other a few times?

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Most of the cities in Huajiang Province are built on Heluo. Wanzhou City, the provincial capital, is also known as a water town. It has green mountains and green waters and is beautiful. Although the economy is far less developed than that of South China, it is really suitable for people to live in.

"Hey, the aura here is so strong."

The Audi A6 shuttled on the highway of green mountains and green waters and felt the aura in it. Ye Tian frowned slightly. He asked Shang Qingqing and others that there is no family in Huajiang Province, but such a place is really suitable for cultivation, called Ye Tian is very puzzled.

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Wang’s Villa is located on the top of Mount Tailuo, full of verdant mountains, beautiful flowers, and fresh air. Looking up, a quiet and wide mountain road is like a ribbon hanging down from white clouds.

The villa has three floors, a combination of Chinese and Western styles, and coffee-colored crescent tiles on the roof. The third floor is a large arc-shaped balcony, which occupies almost half of the width of the entire villa. Next to the villa, there are several bungalows with slightly raised cornices, some With a quaint taste, the whole villa looks luxurious and magnificent, yet it is filled with comfort and dust.

At the top of Tailuo Mountain, there is only this villa, which shows the unique status of the Wang family in Huajiang Province, standing on the top, overlooking all living beings.

After getting out of the car, the target was a dark golden Bentley Continental, and two or three dazzling sports cars, all worth millions. Ye's second-hand Audi A6 was a bit ridiculous compared to the one.

After getting out of the car, no one greeted him at the door.

The three of the Ye family entered the villa. The furniture inside was meticulously carved, which looked graceful and elegant, with a noble atmosphere everywhere.

At noon, the Wangs were sitting around a solid wood dining table with carved silver motifs. One of the men with a big belly and greasy fat on his face pretended to exclaimed with joy, "Xiuwen, come on!"

This man is Wang Heshun. He is not called his elder sister, but Xiuwen. Obviously he is avoiding something, or does not want to recognize Wang Xiuwen's identity. After all, once the father fell, the Wang family was his eloquence. Although he spoke kindly, But he didn't even stand up, Da Lai sat there, looking down at people.

The table full of people, including juniors, and many friends from the Wang family, all cast their gazes over, with disdain, ridicule and indifference. No one said hello. Everyone knows that Wang Xiuwen is just an insignificant from a small county. Characters, on weekdays, such people don't say sitting with them for dinner, they don't even have the qualifications to say a word.

"Xiuwen, let me introduce to you, this is Boss Du from Huajiang Province, worth tens of billions, haha..."

"This is Director Li of our Provincial Administration of Industry and Commerce..."

Wang Heshun was very proud to say that he was showing off his influence, so he almost said: "Have you never seen such a big man!" When the next person was to be introduced, the person frowned and said: "Heshun, what to introduce, first eat."

The table full of people didn't turn their heads back, completely indifferent, as if the Ye family was just a cloud of air.

Ye Tian looked at the person who spoke last, and saw that he was completely neglecting the Ye family, as if he would never be able to intersect with him, and he had no qualifications to put it in his eyes. He twirled his horoscope, fifty up and down, thin and revealing, Ye Tian couldn't help but wrinkle his brows: "Huh? Is this a Taoist?" But after experiencing it carefully, he feels that if there is no such breath, it is confusing and confusing, secretly. Question: "Is it because I missed it?"

Wang Xiuwen saw this younger brother, a few "relatives" on the table, and a villa that had been away for twenty years. The plants and trees greeted her, and she reminded her of the little one between her childhood and her father. Di, a little emotional, didn't care what Wang Heshun said, and didn't care about other people's gazes, but looked around, tears rolling in his eyes, when he saw that there was an oil painting missing on the wall of the stairs on the second floor. I couldn't help but feel a little angry, and asked, "Where is my father's oil portrait?"

When the old man was in full swing, the famous oil painting artist called Hua Guo painted an oil portrait of himself and Wang Xiuwen, and it has been hung in the most conspicuous position in the corridor. Even if Wang Xiuwen has left for twenty years, he has not moved at all. It has always been the best old man and Wang Xiuwen. The memories of the two people are pinned on the love of the parents of the two people, and it can also be seen that the old man has a deep love for Wang Xiuwen's father.

When Wang Xiuwen saw the disappearing portrait, he was naturally indignant, and when he spoke, it was a questioning tone.

Several juniors in the Wang family cast their gazes, all dissatisfaction is disgust. In their opinion, Wang Xiuwen is a woman who was kicked out of the house and is not qualified to come back here. Hearing that she actually dared to "scream" like this, they were furious, among them One was almost scolding, and asked, "I picked it up, what's wrong?"

"What we are willing to hang, and what we don't want to hang is the Wang family's business."

"You are too wide in control, right!"

After the man finished speaking, Wang Xiuwen was naturally irritated: "I am also the Wang family, so why can't I control it?"

The junior sneered, "Wang family?"

"I call you Auntie Sheng to give you face, and the Wang family calls you back to give face to the old man. Otherwise, do you think you are qualified to step into this villa?"

Wang Heshun has three men and one woman. For these juniors, Wang Xiuwen is vying for their property when he comes back, so he harbors a lot of hostility, and even waits for the Ye family to sign the contract to give up their inheritance.

Wang Xiuwen still compromised and said with a trembling body: "Well, when I leave, you give me the portrait, and I want to take it away!"

The junior said without hesitation: "I'm sorry, it's burned!"

"what!?"

"You, you are too much!"

Wang Xiuwen almost cried. After speaking angrily, she couldn't say anything else. Her lips couldn't help but her eyes were round. That painting had a very different meaning to her. It was her whole life. The most precious thing.

At this time, the eight-character Hu man on the table slammed his chopsticks on the dining table with a violent suffocation. He glanced at Wang Xiuwen, and frightened her back a few steps. Ye Tian hurriedly reached out to support her mother and listened again. The human said: "Also let people not eat?"

Ye Mu had never seen such a murderous person, she didn't dare to speak for a while, just watched the empty wall secretly wiped her tears, and whispered to herself: "Father, your girl is not capable."

On the other hand, the Wang family condemned and pleased the man again, no matter what the "relative" was. When the man calmed down, the juniors of the Wang family laughed gleefully, and Wang Heshun's face showed even more hardship. Perceived happy smile.