Continuing from the last time, my uncle said he would take me home, take me to get my illness treated, and take me to wait for the so-called suitable and beautiful tomorrow, but he took the wrong path.

When he brought me to the tall building where Old Fu fell, I understood that what he meant by going home was the journey home, curing the illness was a heart disease, and the solution was to end his life. As for tomorrow, tomorrow was dedicated to his second uncle as a bargaining chip in exchange for the truth and letting Shutong go.

My uncle has so many children, but he only mentioned Shutong. It was only Shutong who rushed through the ward door to see us. It was a blatant threat. I don’t know what my second uncle did to Shutong, but my uncle brought me to this place now. He doesn’t intend to let me live. He must take me with him to save his last son. No matter how partial he is to Zening, a son is also the life of his parents.

He stared out the window, unable to let go for a long time. After a sigh, he came over to untie the rope that bound my wrists, gently helped me stand up from the floor, and walked to the window: "Look, they are all looking for you, waiting to protect you. Isn't life all about those few moments? I think you should still watch this scene."

"This is probably the last one." I looked at the people who were as small as ants under the clock tower and swallowed my anger. Tears as big as beans fell and hit the window frame.

Seven years have passed, and the bell tower is no longer the same as it used to be. In addition to becoming a landmark building in the new urban area, it has also grown many stories taller. Old Fu had a chance to survive back then, but I am afraid I don’t have one now. By the way, it has also become extremely luxurious, so Old Fu was in a miserable state back then, but I will fall "gorgeously and elegantly" in full view of everyone.

The night of losing my amnesia was very long, and the last night of my life was very short. The time of the day became extremely contradictory. It took several turns to exchange the darkness for daytime, but the daytime was still covered by thick fog. I looked out, and the paleness in front of me was much greater than the moment.

My uncle couldn't tell whether he was calm or guilty. He stood beside me and absent-mindedly rubbed the bruise on my hand. In the past, when I asked strange questions, he would smile or try to answer perfunctorily, but today, all of that was gone. He just waited downstairs. My second uncle and my third grandmother came upstairs through the people sent by Gao Xinci and Liang Sen, and then my uncle came to his senses and took off his coat and put it on me.

"It's going to be cold on the rooftop, so you'd better wear more clothes and don't get blown by the wind." My uncle wiped the sweat from my forehead as usual. He was really considerate.

I took a step back to avoid him. My whole body turned cold, and I smiled bitterly: "Uncle, isn't this place high enough?"

He also smiled, walked over and patted me gently: "Didn't I tell you that you are sick, you should get more sun."

"There's no sun today."

"I'll see you."

“It looks like it’s going to snow.”

"Silly girl, it doesn't snow that often in the south. Besides, it's already February. Spring is coming. The sun will come out."

As my uncle said this, he held me tightly in his arms and said a farewell filled with hope. What does this mean?

But if there is an afterlife, I don’t want to be a family anymore.

My uncle's tears gradually fell on my shoulder: "Shishi, I'm hiding something from you, are you hiding something from me?"

I knew he wanted to tell me the truth at the last minute, so I became sincere: "Yes. Tell me your difficulties, and I will tell you everything I have been hiding, okay?"

"It's too late." He smiled and said, "It's too late. You don't need to know. I don't want to know your secrets. Fu Mingtang's obsession is too strong. In fact, from his perspective, everyone can understand him, but understanding also comes at a price... I have made a wrong decision. We have all made a wrong decision. I thought he would repent, but the fact is that he has long hated this seemingly peaceful home."

"Uncle, I still don't understand. I have given in to everything, so why is he still not satisfied? He has clearly been doing it for me and worrying about me. Does it mean that I have to be too busy to take care of myself and be stuck in a quagmire so that he can feel better and treat me wholeheartedly? Or is he just pretending?" I looked up and asked, my mind full of the kindness that my second uncle showed me in my previous life. He was my only lifesaver...

However, my uncle nodded affirmatively without any experience in this life: "Yes, the worse your life is, the more he loves you, or your happiness in life is created by him from beginning to end, and he will regard you as his own flesh and blood. Otherwise, you and we can only be enemies."

I took a deep breath in disbelief: "Why?"

The uncle shook his head. "How could a kid like you study something that has been hidden in people's hearts for decades in just a few years? Do you know how unwilling your grandfather was when he was sitting in a wheelchair and writing his will on his deathbed? His revenge is like a curse, which will be engraved in our hearts forever. And your father has learned this trick 100%. If he had been less oppressive, he wouldn't have come to this point today."

"I know he wasn't good enough to you. He used you as a gift to vent my anger on me, to test my 'loyalty'. But he was so cruel, yet it was hard to hurt him. You know that feeling? It was like you were hanging on the edge of a cliff by a rope, and he was a more miserable companion. I accidentally made him sink further, and he was saved. I thought he would hate me, but he saved me at the cost of not letting me go too far. He gave me the best life on the edge of the cliff, and was always ready to push me over again."

"It's too painful."

“It’s too painful—”

"He wasn't the only one who wanted me dead. The eldest killed my father, the second killed my mother. They were all crazy, but God left me with some sanity. As a human being, there is no way to escape the torment. As a result, I can't live on my own."

"Now, I just want to heal the last regrets and leave with a clean slate."

Although I was prepared, my heart still skipped a beat when the moment came. Just as I was about to open my mouth, my uncle stopped me and rubbed my cheek with his knuckles.

"I don't want to hear it from you. I want to hear it from the murderer himself. Let's go."

"You are so stubborn because you already have a doubt in your heart, right?" I walked up the stairs slowly. My uncle was always one or two steps faster than me but held me tightly. He looked back at me and really didn't want to talk anymore today.

There were thudding sounds of footsteps coming from downstairs, and the third wife's crying voice could be heard rising up little by little. He took me faster, and when we reached the rooftop the slightly dazzling light forced us to cover our eyes. By the time we got used to it, I was already standing on the side platform, and my uncle was holding my shoulders from behind. If I missed a step, I would be turned into meat paste.

It's useless to put a balloon bed at the bottom of the building at such a high place. Obviously, this scene was beyond Gao Xinci's expectations. After blocking the area and not allowing onlookers, he could only choose to listen to the public. A dozen firefighters were the front hand, and the "cold outside and hot inside" gun was the back hand. He was so angry that he wanted to use the back hand directly, but unfortunately I stopped him besides the possible injury to me. His eyes were full of incomprehension, and I told him that of course I would not die.

I understand the significance of Lao Fu's existence.

My uncle was still trapped in his regrets. He looked at the third wife and felt relieved. I was shaking and crying. He pointed at the third wife and said, "A mother killed her own daughter. How do you feel about that?"

The Third Madam burst into tears and covered her mouth tightly with a handkerchief: "Mingyan, son, come down quickly... You know that I only have you, and I had no choice at the time! At that time, Fu Mingying was so angry that his teeth were itching, and Ying Qi gave him such a good idea, he must kill someone to vent his anger! Instead of waiting for the uncertain one, I can do it myself and save one... I'm sorry for your sister, but she used her life in exchange for yours, you must survive..."

"If I had known this would be the outcome, I should have died with Hengheng." My uncle sneered, looking up at the gloomy sky. He couldn't even yell, and leaned on me for his final support: "You don't know, when Hengheng and I were locked in that warehouse, we dared to eat the biscuits because we smelled the perfume you often used on the bag. We thought you prepared it there because you were afraid that we would get hungry after wandering around the back mountain. As a result, Hengheng died, and I tried my best to protect you. I kept it hidden for so many years and didn't dare to ask you until I died. Why are you willing to tell me today?"

The Third Wife quickly turned around and stared at the Second Uncle with eyes stained bloodshot from pain: "Where's Tongtong! I've said everything I need to say, give Tongtong back to me!"

Oh, so the third wife was asked to choose between her son and her grandson. No wonder this mother added fuel to her son's collapse.

She made the most appropriate choice. Even if the truth would force her son to death, at least her grandson would have a chance to survive. But if she abandoned her grandson, her son might not give up on suicide.

Well, at least keep one?

The second uncle was a man of his word. He immediately asked Qi Cheng to take the computer to show the third wife a video. After watching it, the third wife breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and called her son to come down.

Naturally my uncle refused and took me back half a step. I saw from the corner of my eye that the firefighters were in a difficult situation. There was no place to support on the wall of the bell tower, so it was difficult for them to save me and my uncle together. My uncle held me tightly all the time, and we couldn't use the government guns, otherwise my uncle would be killed and inertia would bring me down with him. We could only make up our minds to save myself. I smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, and looked at the people standing densely on the rooftop.

Gao Xinci, Liang Sen, Cheng Cheng, He He, Zening, brother, brother Qingyun, William, second uncle, third wife, young aunt, Pei Zhen, wow, everyone is gathered together today. William said in the photo he gave me before that it is rare for our family to get together. I think today is the day when the last people are together. It's a pity that Old Fu is not here. Old Fu is pulling our puppet strings.

"Uncle, I can't die." I whispered, feeling a slight tremor behind me. He asked me why, but I didn't answer. Instead, I asked him: "Do you know why we still can't escape the cliff after so many years?"

"Why?" the uncle repeated.

I turned around and looked at him one last time, hoping to remember his appearance forever. After a difficult moment of parting, I said, "Because he's still alive."

The uncle's eyes were filled with ripples, and his disbelief was shattered: "Who do you think is alive?"

"The answer is already in your heart." I said, "He is still alive, and he is still manipulating everything between us. We are powerless."

"You're right. I lied to you, and he lied to you too. He really is the coldest man, an executioner hiding in the gutter."

"I feel guilty. Although I didn't kill Shu Yi, he died because of me. I ignored Shu Yi's life and wanted to frame my second uncle after the incident. But I didn't expect my second uncle to go all the way."

"You want revenge, then take me away..."

That is all I have to say, but I understand that when a person is about to die, he will think clearly about all the ways out for the people left behind in the world. My words will extend in his mind. He just told me that Lao Fu gave me to him as a gift to test his loyalty. If I really die, he will destroy everything left by my uncle.

I am the only antidote.

I heard him laugh, and I felt heartbroken too. From the beginning to the end, I never intended to push anyone to a desperate situation, and today I killed a loved one.

My uncle hugged me for the last time, gave me the last bit of warmth, and whispered in my ear: "Silly girl, I didn't intend to kill you. I just wanted to use you to let Fu Mingtang heal my regrets."

"I know that if I stay and take good care of the children, the second brother will have no way to wipe out Shutong. But I am really too weak. My mother and Xia Xia have made me unable to take on the responsibility of leading the third room even after many years in office. My mother cherishes the second wife and is too obsessed with her emotions, which has caused the second room to infiltrate the third room too much. The third room is in a mess and I can't reorganize and concentrate all my strength to fight back. As long as I am here, the third room will never be able to obey your orders. So you are the only one left, and that is my way of revenge. I will remove all impurities and hand over power to you. You help me protect my younger brothers and sisters. You hate me, but I don't ask you to cherish them more. It's enough for them to have enough food and drink. The rest will be my last gift to you."

I was startled, and I grabbed his sleeve tightly. "What gift? What are you talking about?"

"You'll understand soon." He patted my head and smiled at me, tears falling on the back of my hand. He forced me apart: "You're fine, uncle is leaving first."

Before I could react, my uncle suddenly pushed me and I fell backwards from the platform while he fell from the building. I quickly touched the ground with just a sprained foot and a few scratches. I was still dazed when I heard another "bang". I quickly climbed back onto the platform and looked down. It was a bright red patch.

This is the fourth time I have witnessed such a death.

The first time was Xie Ge, the second time was Yun Jin, the third time was Jiang Yinan, I didn’t expect the fourth one would be my uncle.

Gao Xinci almost thought that I was going to jump down again, so he rushed over and grabbed me. Liang Sen followed behind him and looked me up and down. He was so happy that he couldn't express it in words. He hurriedly hugged me in his arms. I could only feel the feeling of losing a loved one from the words of the Third Madam, my aunt, Zening, and Pei Zhen behind me.

Yesterday it was Shuyi, today it’s my uncle.

This New Year is really not happy at all.