Chu Huandong looked at Wang Zhangzhu's nervous state and felt extremely regretful. He really shouldn't have brought her here today. Even if she desperately wanted to see her father, he should wait until she was in better health before taking her there. Come.
Wang Zhangzhu looked as if he was really putting his life on the line. Chu Huandong even believed that if she dared to refuse, she would hit her on the tombstone without hesitation.
"Okay, okay, I'll go. I'll be far away soon." Cold sweat broke out on Chu Huandong's forehead. He still had a comforting smile on his face. "Zhangzhu, don't get excited. I will wait below. With you. You can stay here as long as you want. Just be careful not to catch a cold. Niuniu will come to see you during the holidays in two days. If you catch a cold again, you will infect the child."
Hearing Chu Huandong mention Niuniu, Wang Zhangzhu's dazed mind finally became clear. She wiped the tears on her face and felt sour. Even if she didn't have a father, she still had a child.
"Go away. Let me spend more time with dad. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid." Wang Zhangzhu's crazy energy disappeared and his voice became weak again.
Chu Huandong didn't dare to stimulate her anymore. He slowly backed away step by step. He was afraid of causing Wang Zhangzhu's backlash. He didn't dare to get too close to her. He hid behind a distant tombstone and glanced at her from time to time.
Wang Zhangzhu looked at his father's portrait and burst into tears. The terrible thing about death is that he can never see the person he wanted to see. He can't feel each other's words, smiles, holding hands, and care.
She muttered words. "Dad, I finally came to see you... Do you blame me for being late... Do you blame me for leaving you to escape alone that day... Dad... I miss you so much... …”
Over the past few days, Wang Zhangzhu has not only been thinking about avenging her father, but also the matter of abandoning her dying father and running away alone that night. Like a monster, it has eroded her heart day by day, making her regret every moment of her life. Guilt. Self-blame.
"Dad, actually I really wanted to die with you that day... But I was thinking about the child in my belly. I didn't want the child to die with me... In the end, God also blamed me for being selfish and punished me heavily... The child was gone. …”
As Wang Zhangzhu spoke, he felt extremely sad. He couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.
Chu Huandong, who was hiding far away, heard a muffled cry like a small animal coming from the direction of Wang Zhangzhu. It was continuous. He only felt pain in his heart.
With what Wang Zhangzhu said before, Chu Huandong did not dare to approach Wang Zhangzhu easily. He just looked at her from a distance. He knew that Wang Zhangzhu really needed such a cry and a vent. He just took her by himself. There's something wrong with coming here at the wrong time.
Wang Zhangzhu leaned in front of her father's tombstone and cried for a long time. Her father's face kept appearing in her mind, some clearly and some vaguely, recalling the past. She alternately experienced happiness and sadness, warmth and loneliness. It feels like my heart is being pressed by something. I am very tired...
She inadvertently lowered her head and saw the red wine that Chu Huandong opened for her father. She smiled slightly. "Dad, my daughter will drink with you today."
The dry red wine bought in the supermarket was not as pure as the one at home. It was sour and astringent. But for Wangzhangzhu, who was all soft and dry from crying, it was undoubtedly a cardiac tonic. After two sips, she felt inexplicably comfortable. .The emotions of anger and sadness seemed to be diluted.
Chu Huandong sat on a tombstone and smoked two cigarettes. Hearing Wang Zhangzhu's cries gradually subsided, he felt somewhat relieved. He glanced at her from time to time. He saw her holding a red wine bottle and standing on Wangzhang's tombstone. She murmured to herself in front of her. Looking from behind, her back seemed to be a little more stooped.
Time passed for a while. Chu Huandong found that Wang Zhangzhu rested his head on Wang Dacheng's tombstone, motionless. His whole body was like a withered weed. He looked carefully for a long time. Wang Zhangzhu still didn't move. His heart instantly felt an ominous premonition, and he immediately started beating nervously.
Chu Huandong stood up quickly and ran to Wang Zhangzhu's side in a few steps. He saw that her eyes were closed tightly and there was an abnormal flush on her cheeks. "Zhangzhu, Zhangzhu..." His voice was a little unstable and panicked. He squatted down and tried her breathing with trembling hands.
Her breath was warm. He touched her forehead again. It was warm. There was no fever. He touched her hand again. It was also warm, neither cold nor hot. Chu Huandong breathed a sigh of relief. He was less nervous. Then he smelled the aroma of wine while Wang Zhangzhu was breathing. Looking at the two empty dry red bottles, Chu Huandong really couldn't laugh or cry.
"Zhangzhu. Zhangzhu. How are you?" Chu Huandong lifted Wangzhangzhu from the ground into his arms and called her softly.
Wang Zhangzhu opened his eyes slightly and turned twice. Looking at Chu Huandong's face in front of him, he felt dazed for a moment. It was as if he didn't know what kind of environment he was in. He didn't know what night it was.
"Brother Huandong..." Wang Zhangzhu's dazed eyes suddenly lit up with light. He clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, and his body shook violently. "Brother Huandong. Brother Huandong..."
Her voice was weak. Chu Huandong almost had to press his lips against hers to hear what she said clearly. But this long-lost voice from brother Huandong sounded to his ears like thunder on a dry day, with a booming sound.
"Brother Huandong..."
"Well, it's me. It's me, Zhangzhu." Chu Huandong's voice was so soft that it was almost dripping with tears. He greedily hugged Wangzhangzhu tightly, and his nose felt sour.
Wang Zhangzhu felt that this embrace had the smell she was most familiar with. It was extremely kind. The broad chest made her feel comfortable and at ease. The smell of Chu Huandong finally made her numb, stiff and mournful heart slowly warm up.
She buried her face in Chu Huandong's arms, like a child trapped in a nightmare. Suddenly she cried loudly, "Brother Huandong, why did you come back... I'm scared. I'm so scared... ...Dad. Dad was beaten to death by Song Liangyu...the child is gone...I...I really can't live anymore..." Her tears soaked Chu Huandong's shirt.
She was weak after the illness and could not tolerate alcohol. After drinking a large bottle of dry red, she became completely drunk. At this time, she did not know what she was talking about. She just wanted to talk incoherently. Her eyes were like two miserable springs. .A pair of big tears slid down his cheeks.
"It's my fault. It's all my fault. Zhangzhu..." There was a thin layer of moisture in Chu Huandong's eyes. If it weren't for his own selfishness and narrow-mindedness, Wang Zhangzhu would not have suffered so much. After so much experience Much torture and panic.
Maybe it was because he was depressed and suffering too much. When he saw his dearest and most beloved person, Wang Zhangzhu was drunk and kept choking and talking, making broken sounds intermittently. Every sentence, every word. .It was like a needle pricking Chu Huandong’s heart.
There was too much sadness. Too much sadness. Wang Zhangzhu couldn't speak anymore. He could only cry intermittently. Over and over again. After a long time, Wang Zhangzhu's voice finally became quieter. When he lowered his head, he became much quieter. He only occasionally twitched because of the long crying. His hands still held Chu Huandong's waist softly. Because he was weak, he didn't have any strength.
Seeing that she was exhausted from crying, Chu Huandong gently picked her up and walked slowly down the mountain.
Her breath was right next to his ear, with the aroma of red wine. It was warm and itchy. Tears seemed to be flowing out of her eyes. After a while, it was soaked through his shirt.
Chu Huandong turned his face. He could see Wang Zhangzhu lying on his shoulder with his eyes closed. There were wet tears on his eyelashes. Maybe he was too tired from crying just now. Wang Zhangzhu closed his eyes and cleared up soon. And fell asleep.
Walking down the hill, the driver opened the door for Chu Huandong. Chu Huandong gently put Wang Zhangzhu in the back seat. After he got in, he called the leadership within the police station.
In the past few days since he came back, Chu Huandong has been staying in the hotel with Azheng and others. Today Wang Zhangzhu is in very bad condition. He is worried about her staying in the cold hospital and wants to take her back to the hotel.
Because of the sky-high insurance money he paid and his face, the person on the phone easily agreed to his request.
Chu Huandong breathed a sigh of relief. He gently smoothed Wang Zhangzhu's messy hair and told the driver the address of the hotel.
The car arrived at the door of the hotel. Chu Huandong took Wang Zhangzhu out of the car again.
Chu Huandong carried Wang Zhangzhu into the room. When he put her on the bed, he was sweating slightly. After the afternoon's tossing, his shirt was damp and wrinkled. He went to the bathroom to put some water. Going to take a shower.
Look at Wang Zhangzhu lying on the bed. His hair is messy. There are sweat and tears on his face and neck. It must be very uncomfortable. They have done the most intimate thing. They were husband and wife. Chu Huandong did not hesitate. Carry her into the bathroom and put her on the rest bed aside.
The steam rising from the bathtub filled the entire space. Chu Huandong felt that the temperature would not make Wang Zhangzhu feel cold. He began to undress her.
Wang Zhangzhu lay there and moved in a daze. Chu Huandong called her twice. "Zhangzhu, I'm going to give you a bath. Zhangzhu, wake up." Her eyelashes moved slightly. But he didn't open his eyes.
Seeing that Wang Zhangzhu was not awake, Chu Huandong began to undress her. He took a closer look at the back of her hand where the intravenous drip was placed, and the upper arm where the bug was placed. Although the wound there was healed, there was still a vague scar. Red marks. Because I have been infected before. I am afraid it will take a long time for this red mark to disappear.
He gritted his teeth. He felt pain for her.
Chu Huandong put Wangzhangzhu, whose clothes were completely undressed, into the warm water. The change of environment and the washing of water made Wangzhangzhu open his eyes in a daze.
The dry red wine has great stamina. Wang Zhangzhu was still drunk after a short nap. Looking at Chu Huandong in front of her, she suddenly smiled and called out timidly: "Brother Huandong." There was a hint of laughter in her voice. Clearly drunk.
Sitting in the water waves, Wang Zhangzhu's skin was so white that it was almost transparent, like a white lotus flower, with a dew-like crystal. Such an unexpected smile was so bright that Chu Huandong's mouth went dry.