Two years later, Yang Ling was transferred to his county as the county magistrate, and in the same year, one of his sons was named Yang Hao. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a happy family and a smooth career, coupled with the entertainment and busyness of officialdom, he slowly forgot the pain after the departure of the senior class leader, and also forgot the woman who pushed him into the officialdom, and the two gradually lost contact, and from then on, they went apart.

And in the past few years, he has been busy almost all the time, even his parents who are farming in the mountain village rarely go back to take a look, even if his grandmother died, he hurried back and left.

At the age of thirty-three, he entered the deputy department sequence and transferred to the prefecture-level city as deputy mayor.

The classmates and friends who still had dealings with him in the past have gradually drifted apart at this time, and there is almost no contact, and the people around him are all camps and flatterers, and he has gradually immersed himself in the complicated officialdom and has become a slave of power.

At a private banquet, he met an eighteen-year-old beautiful female student, as beautiful and gentle as the class president when he was studying, elegant and pure, and fell in love since then, he spent a lot of time and energy to take care of her, in order to give her the luxury life she dreamed of, Yang Ling was a private business owner on a mineral development project successfully operated, afterwards, the private company boss gave him a villa and three million cash, he kept this woman in the villa, on the grounds of busy work, basically no longer go home.

At the age of thirty-seven, he was promoted to the director of the Department of Environmental Protection, in charge of the old bank, with a strong work style, and two years later, he was promoted to the vice minister of the Ministry of Environmental Protection, officially stepping into the ministerial sequence, becoming a real senior official in China.

And the gentle and charming woman who still occasionally appeared in her sleep has long been forgotten.

At the age of forty-two, he sent a young woman abroad in advance, and just as he was about to secretly emigrate, he was detained for investigation, and when he saw several people in suits, expressionless, and with the national coat of arms hanging on their collars, walking in, he knew that everything had become a dream.

At this time, twenty years have passed since he became a civil servant.

In his twenty years of officialdom, he can no longer remember his original ideals and beliefs, he has forgotten the classmates who drank and chatted with him when he was studying, he has forgotten all kinds of people and things he has experienced, and he has forgotten his parents and brothers, as well as those women who are like passers-by, those who do not bring money from life to death, and a person is just immersed in his own desires.

Through the thick glass and small window, looking at the half-aged woman who was now gray, Yang Ling thought for a long time and didn't remember who she was.

"Xiao Ling, you ...... How did you become like this?" the woman's emaciated face was filled with heartache and misery, and her eyes were full of tears, and she stretched out her thin hand, as if she wanted to touch his cheek.

Sudden change of identity, Yang Ling seemed to be more than ten years old in a few months, gray hair, blank eyes, looking at this woman with love and concern in her eyes, her heart throbbed, "You...... Are you ......?"

"Xiao Ling, I'm Sister Han! You don't know me anymore!"

Han ...... Sister Han?"

Suddenly, a pretty and flawless face churned from the deepest part of his mind, his heart couldn't help but thump, and on the tempting white body, blood marks suddenly pierced his heart like a bayonet.

"Sister Han, you...... Why are you here? How have you been doing all these years? Has that bastard bullied you?......

Although he was in prison, Yang Ling suddenly seemed to have forgotten his identity, he rushed to the window, stretched out his hand and held the hand that had made him ecstatic tightly, staring at this face that had long lost his youth and beauty, and his voice was choked.

The woman gripped his hand hard, tears sliding down her cloudy eyes.

"Xiao Ling, my sister is very good, she has always been good, he didn't bully me anymore......"

"No...... You're lying to me!" Yang Ling yelled as he looked at a skinless purple-red scar on her wrist.

"No, really not, I divorced him a long time ago, this is what I bit myself when I missed you, I miss you so much, but knowing that you are married and have children, I can't go to you, I ...... I can't go to you......" The woman gripped his hand tightly, for fear that he would leave suddenly.

"Sister Han~!" Yang Ling slammed his head on the glass, blood flowed down, and his eyes were red, "I'm sorry for you, I said I would take care of you and not let you be hurt, I ......"

Two policemen next to him came up and dragged Yang Ling left and right.

"Let go of me~Let go of me~" Yang Ling struggled frantically under the oppression of the police like a madman, yelling and yelling.

"Xiao Ling, you explain the problem well, strive for leniency, my sister will wait for you to come out, and I will do your laundry and cook for you......"

Seeing the woman being sent away by the police outside with tears in her eyes, Yang Ling looked up to the sky and roared: "Why? Why did I become like this! God, why did you do this to me!"

The two policemen seemed to have seen more of this kind of scene, and were expressionless and ready to drag him away.

At this moment, a young man who looked seven points similar to him hurriedly came, standing outside the room through the thick glass and watching him constantly bounce his legs and struggle, screaming hoarsely.

Yang Ling suddenly seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and desperately shook off the two policemen and threw down the window, "Xiao Hao, what did grandpa say!"

The young man looked at him coldly, but there was no trace of pity in his eyes, "Don't bother, grandpa didn't say anything, and grandma died yesterday!"

"Boom~"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt struck on his body, and the whole person collapsed at once.

"Mom~, my son is not filial!"

After a long time, Yang Ling lay on the ground and cried.

"Hmph, you're howling now, grandma hasn't seen you go back to see her a few times, and ......"

"Also...... What else?" Yang Ling raised his pale face, unable to see a trace of blood.

"My mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and is now lying in the hospital!" the boy gritted his teeth and stared at him fiercely.

"How could it be? Why ......" Yang Ling's body shook for a moment, his body seemed to have been drained of three souls and seven spirits, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself with a sluggish expression.

"Why?haha, do you still have the face to ask why?" The young man roared at him with a distorted face, "Yang Ling, you haven't looked at my mother for more than ten years, you haven't cared about my study and life once, you spend all day long outside, embezzlement and bribery and engage women, you have today's fate, this is what you asked for, you deserve to be in prison for the rest of your life, you remember, I, Yang Hao, will never forgive you for the rest of my life, this is the last time I come to see you, you will stay in prison until death!"