Son-in-law's Romantic Life

I also didn't think that I would actually be so soft-hearted now. Did my heart change because I knew that I was about to die?    

In this short period of time, I have shed tears more than ever before.    

I know that for a man, shedding tears is a very shameful and shameful thing. I don't want to cry either, but I just can't help it.    

When I saw that picture, I didn't know what kind of feeling it was in my heart. My lips couldn't help but twitch and tremble, and even my shoulders were twitching.    

Although I tried very hard to control myself and didn't want to be too embarrassing, those tears were completely out of my control, falling down.    

Xie Yao who was by the side looked at my appearance and couldn't help but sigh.    

She really wanted those few women from the Su Family to come and take a look at me. Really, even when she found the Su Family, those women from the Su Family kept begging her, hoping that she could come and take a look.    

But she couldn't do that. She really couldn't. The situation here was no longer under Xie Yao's control. To be able to bring in a photo was already Xie Yao's greatest effort.    

And this photo was my most precious present right now.    

Perhaps, I might die at any time. Before I die, even if I can't see the real person, even if I can only see a photo, my heart might feel a little better.    

"Thank you, thank you." I kept thanking him.    

The expression on his face was that of crying and laughing. His appearance should be very ugly.    

Xie Yao lightly pursed her lips. There was another one below.    

Ah, right, there are two pictures. The thickness is different. When I took this picture, I felt it.    

But because I saw the pictures of Yang Xinyi and the others, I couldn't think of anything else in my mind. After being reminded by Xie Yao, I finally took out the second picture.    

But when I saw this photo, my face suddenly stiffened.    

There was nothing on this picture. There were only two cold, grayish marble tombstones.    

Two people's names were engraved on it.    

Brother Feng, Brother Biao.    

It was their gravestone.    

What a miserable gravestone. There wasn't even a picture of it. There was only a bunch of flowers in front of the gravestone. There were still some traces of burning paper money.    

All of a sudden, when I saw these two gravestones, I felt my hands trembling.    

"Lin Xuefeng and Biaozi are two people, because the matter has nothing to do with them. They are already dead. So... I am looking for someone. I did my best to search for a place that belonged to the two of them... There were also some clothes and other things that were made into a cenotaph. I'm sorry." Xie Yao said in a low voice.    

Brother Biao and Brother Feng's bodies had been blown to pieces. They were everywhere. It was not easy to find the parts of the two of them from the burning dark scene.    

As my fingers caressed the photo, I couldn't help but cry out loud.    

I really cried out loud. It was completely different from the soft sobbing from before. I cried at the top of my lungs.    

It was as if I wanted to dry my tears. It was as if I wanted to vent all the pain and oppression in the depths of my heart at this moment.    

My brother...    

He howled like a wounded beast.    

I don't know how many times I've never cried like this. In my memories, only when my grandfather passed away did I know that I wouldn't live long or die.    

But now, I really can't help it.    

A man completely gave up all of his dignity and only cried here, releasing the pressure and pain in his heart.    

That look even made Xie Yao feel a little reluctant. Her eyes were red and her fair little hands kept wiping the tears at the corner of her eyes.    

Even the policemen outside the window felt that their hearts were stifled and they could not breathe.    

That's right. Brother Biao, Brother Feng is a gangster. Even I am a gangster.    

But we are brothers.    

They knew very well what had happened. No matter what they had done before, at least at the end of their lives, they could be called real men.    

During the extermination of Liang Yuloong's gang, the two of them had contributed a lot.    

Unfortunately, the hero had passed away. There wasn't even a proper tomb.    

Although both parties were in a completely opposite position, heroes were always respected. Even the people in uniform were no exception.    

Screaming in pain, I felt as if my throat was about to be ripped apart. Hot pain, I don't know what I can do. I couldn't wait to use my head to hit the wall with all my might. It seems like this will make the pain in my heart slightly better.    

Even the pain that kept coming from my brain was not worth mentioning in front of the pain in the depths of my heart.    

This crying sound lasted for an unknown amount of time before it finally stopped. My throat has already become somewhat hoarse.    

He raised his head in a daze and looked at Xie Yao who was beside him. "Sister Yao, do me a favor."    

"What is it? Tell me." Xie Yao quietly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and softly said.    

"Help me. Prepare a bottle of wine. Don't use it too well. Erguotou will do." She forced a smile and said in a dry voice.    

"But, the doctor said that your current situation..." Xie Yao hesitated.    

The doctor told her not to touch things like cigarettes and alcohol in her current situation. It would be best if she slept in bed every day.    

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly. I said, "It's alright. Anyway, it's already like this. There's no need for that. Just treat it as my last request."    

In the end, Xie Yao could not bear it. She could only put on a bitter face and nod. "Alright."    

"By the way, help me buy another pack of cigarettes. That pack of cigarettes from before is finished." I said with a smile.    

Xie Yao nodded and left. After a while, a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes were placed on my bed.    

She took the photo of the tombstone and placed it on the floor.    

I sat on the cold floor and looked at the photo. There was no photo on the tombstone, only the two cold names. The two people's graves were tightly connected, as if they were alive.    

Vaguely, I even felt that I was hallucinating. It was as if I could see Brother Feng and Brother Biao's faces in the picture.