It was already 12 a.m. when I sent the descendants of the Ye family away, I discussed with Ye Dengjue and Mrs. Ye again about their youngest son.

Through tonight's astrological observation, I have completely seen the nine Siming stars of his youngest son and found out their trajectory and corresponding ground longitude. In the map album, the old and old men looked at me sincerely and expectantly, but the problem is that I am a little difficult to speak.

Seeing that my face was strange, Ye Dengjue had already realized something and smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, in this life, I can't escape that day. I know your difficulties. Alas! It's all my fault that I committed evil in my early years and even had such a disaster in my later years. Besides, I'm alive at this age, and I'm not willing to die. I just want to find an heir for my Ye family's foundation as soon as possible... Mr. Fang, just say it, I'll send someone to search immediately."

Mrs. Ye was already wet with tears on the side.

I sighed lightly and pointed to the map of the United States and said, "He is currently in Los Angeles, USA. His specific location is in the northwest of Los Angeles. If nothing unexpected happens, it is Hollywood, a world-famous film and television production base."

"In Hollywood, Los Angeles?" Mrs. Ye wiped her tears. "My uncle's son is the big director of Hollywood, and he may be able to help."

Suddenly, I realized that Ye Dengjue's face was so pale and colorless, and the rosy luster of the earlier ones disappeared! He was full of vitality and healthy but not old, but at this time he looked so old...

The danger of heavenly punishment has already come to him.

To my surprise and imagination, everything came so quickly!

Once I pointed out the specific direction and whereabouts of his son, the heaven and earth's eyes opened...

I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so I stood up and sighed.

Once he and his son meet, it will be the time for him to let go.

"My little daughter will come back from the United States tomorrow. I think that I will be buried soon, and I will have a final reunion with my family..." Ye Dengjue said this, trembling and stood up, "God's sins are forgiving, especially forgiving, man's sins are not alive... Retribution, this is retribution, I deserve to die, I have no choice but to die..."

"Sir..." Mrs. Ye couldn't help but burst into tears, stroking his hair-

His black hair on the back of his head turned completely white in just a blink of an eye!

When one day someone tells you that you are free from illness, pain, and disaster, but you only have the last few days of life left, how do you feel?

In any case, we should love life and cherish life. The fragility of life is not just because it is fleeting and destructive. The most fundamental thing is that life only has one.

Life cannot be read, life cannot be started over again.

Unfortunately, Ye Dengjue did not cherish his life - even though he cherished his own life, he did not cherish the lives of others - when he raised his gun and aimed at more than fifty unarmed patriotic progressives in his early years.

That night, his husband and I talked with candles at night. The center of the conversation was the handling of what happened behind Mr. Ye - the distribution and transfer of the shares he held. Naturally, Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye had also contacted relatives, friends and some confidant employees far away from the ocean - Los Angeles, and some confidant employees, asking them to help find a young Chinese man near Hollywood - based on some of the birthmark characteristics of the two-year-old child in Ye's memory. We must keep it confidential. It is important to know that due to the time difference, it is late at night in Shanghai, and the United States is sunny in the sky.

Finally, Old Ye lay on the bed and watched the family group photo repeatedly, and was reluctant to let go for a long time.

I just saw a small and delicate girl in their family photo, very mellow and cute. There is no doubt that she inherited the appearance of Mrs. Ye, the pearl in the palm of his hand born to Ye Dengjue and Mrs. Ye - Ye Jiaoyi.

Early the next morning, the descendants of the Ye family discovered that their old man seemed to have changed into another person - old, shriveled, lifeless. This was a world of difference from the rosy and shiny one day ago, and the childish face of a crane! They were all shocked for a moment.

In the morning, I accompanied Mr. Ye for a walk in the manor, which was also a way to accompany him through the last journey of his life.

In his early years, he was the butcher and executioner, the incarnation of the devil. But nearly sixty years have passed, he has established such a great foundation and made great contributions to the country and society. What's more, he is enthusiastic about public welfare and donated tens of millions of dollars to charity and hope projects every year. Logically speaking, he should have eliminated his sins and his good deeds can be compensated for as much as possible...

Why don’t I risk being punished by God to pull him back from the brink of death?

No! His current contribution to the country and society is far from resolving the sin of his early massacre of unarmed people! In that period of war, on the eve of the birth of New China, he slaughtered no less than fifty patriotic and progressive people in the Zhazidong concentration camp in Chongqing. Such a heinous crime is endless. Although the dispute between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party at that time had their own merits and demerits, the key is that he should not shoot at unarmed people... The "Platform Sutra of the South China" says: Buddha has the virtue of being a virtuous person, but he can not punish unarmed people... If he kills unarmed civilians, he will gather the ten major sins in the world, and the six realms of reincarnation cannot clear his evil. Besides, he is a sign of the fate of the fate of the fate of the fate of the people - Zili, the catastrophe of the stars, which is determined by the destiny of heaven. If I forcefully reverse the situation, it will be reversed, and the punishment of heaven is inevitable, and it will be like thunder...

I can do nothing.

After checking the time, I discussed the trip plan for tonight with the taxi driver Lao Zhang last night. I didn’t rush to Songjiang Shijue Affordable Hospital until this evening. Therefore, after lunch, I continued to play chess with Ye Dengjue, who was almost exhausted and dry. When the game was halfway through, I listened suddenly: "Dadly!"

The crisp and melodious girl's voice.

Looking in the sound, under the magnolia tree and by the small stone path, a beautiful girl in beautiful clothes and hot figure stood in a daze. Behind her, Mrs. Ye, Ye Zicong and another delicate foreign boy were holding big bags and watching all this. In the distance, there were a large row of servants standing.
Chapter completed!