Qin Hao finally made a decision, "Dean Zeng, I can tell you...but I can only tell you about the situation of the child's father. After hearing this, you may give up."
Qin Hao changed the subject, and a shrewd light flashed across his eyes, and disappeared in a flash.
"Mr. Qin...what happened to that man?"
"He is dead." Qin Hao's expression was calm and his tone was also calm.
Dean Zeng was surprised. Xi Haitang outside the door suddenly opened his eyes wide and lost focus.
"Dean Zeng, the deceased is gone. Let's all live in peace. After all, only the living have hope."
"What about the kid?"
"The child is living well and peacefully, unaware of everything his father has done. That's good, I think. What's the point of telling him the truth, what about sending him back to his mother? Six years old
The child is not big or small. He may not understand many things, but he may also understand many things. Do we have to use lies one after another to deal with him? It would be even worse if we don’t use lies. Let him
Have you accepted the darkness of this society since childhood? These problems are very real, let him live his own life!"
Qin Hao spoke very seriously, keeping his eyes on Dean Zeng in front of him, but his mind wandered to the door. What he said was actually meant to be heard by Xi Haitang.
Just now, he heard the almost inaudible sound of his phone vibrating.
This is thanks to Guan Xiaofei, that domineering feminist, but she is a confused little fool at home. She always mixes up the ringtones of two people's phones, and after answering the wrong call countless times, she gives orders forcefully.
He set his cell phone to vibrate, and it stayed the same for ten years, even if he wasn't sensitive.
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Xi Haitang walked away expressionlessly, the sadness in his blood turning to ice. He had never felt so desperate, as if he had lost all his faith in an instant.
Over the years, what she has been thinking about is to find her son, but she has never thought about what will happen after she finds her son. She thought that she would bring her son with her, give him enough care, give him enough compensation, and give him enough money.
My love is enough, but it’s not like that!
Qin Hao is right, that child has his own life. He is different from Xiaochen. Xiaochen grew up with her, but that child did not. He will be surprised by the sudden change in his life and ask her why.
Mommy was not with me before, why did she come to me now, why did she lose me in the first place...
When the time comes, how should she answer? Tell him that she was forced to do so? Then how uncomfortable that child must be, because he was not welcomed in the beginning.
Six-year-old is indeed a very sensitive age. Just like Xiaochen, sometimes she is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. She is really afraid that the child will be like that.
Why is this happening? Why did her expectations collapse in an instant? Why is she so useless and can't find her son after so long? If it had been earlier, if the child was still very young, if he didn't understand anything, then
Can she stand in front of him without any scruples and say to him: Son, I am your mommy...
Time is really the scariest and most ruthless thing. After so many years, her wounds have not healed, but have become more serious. This time, she has been hurt both mentally and physically.
The endless hopes and dreams, fears and doubts burning in the darkness all vanished at this moment.
Far, near, past, future, everything she searched for, everything she fantasized about, every reunion scene, every carefully prepared birthday gift, were all in vain.
How can those things that are unforgettable and difficult to let go of exist in her future life?
At the corner of the corridor, Xi Haitang squatted on the ground, crying silently. There was a kind of pain called grief, which is greater than the death of a heart.
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"Qin Hao... I'm sorry for you..." Gu Xijue said in a serious tone, patting his friend's shoulder, his slender fingers turning white.
"Come on!" Qin Hao was furious and swatted his hand away, "Gu Xijue, I want to break off our relationship with you!"
Damn it, he felt like he was aiding the evildoer!
"Qin Hao..."
"Three minutes! Three minutes to break up!!!"
The roar of anger and helplessness brought their memories back to those distant green years.
That year, when Qin Hao was sixteen, his mother left him forever.
That was the first time that he felt that death was a good thing, because only in that way could his poor mother be truly freed. She would not have to force a smile every day to face hypocritical relationships, and would not have to endure her husband's behavior of wandering among flowers every day.
Death can end everything, which is another kind of happiness.
The funeral was so grand that he was disgusted, and the title of Mistress of the Qin family would not be able to rest in peace even if it was buried.
He stood next to his father and looked at the people who came to pay homage. Their false tears, polite comforts, and groveling actions were all directed at the interests behind the Qin family. No one really came to mourn.
Until Gu Xijue appeared——
At that time, he was just a weak young man, but no one present dared to despise his existence and stood there silently, with eyes that were as cold as ice to the bone.
The black handmade suit has no wrinkles. There is a pure white chrysanthemum pinned to the chest and one is also held in the hand.
He bowed deeply to the tombstone, a standard ninety degrees, for a long sixty seconds. Then he placed the chrysanthemum in his hand on the tombstone, his movements gentle, almost tender.
Then, he walked towards him, gave him the white flower pinned to his chest, and placed it closest to his heart. His thin lips came close to his ear and said softly...
At that moment, two words flashed in Qin Hao's head - shocking!
It seems that there are only two of them left in the whole world. Their mothers died on the same day because of the same pain.
There are no words to describe the feeling at that moment. It was not only surprise, but also touching. It was a kind of deep sympathy for each other in an era when they were young and unable to be strong enough to be indestructible.
From then on, the relationship between them was deeper than friendship and more profound than family affection. It was like a chrysanthemum date.
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Gu Xijue went up to the 24th floor and saw the slender figure at the corner of the corridor from a distance. His heart tightened for a moment. But what else could he do? There was nothing he could do...
Slowly, he came closer, lifted her up from the ground, and hugged her gently...
Her hands were so cold, so scary.
"Haitang, the driver is here, let's go." He pretended not to know anything, but deep down he hated himself for being like this.
She raised her eyes and nodded stiffly without saying a word.
Silently, she walked into the room, picked up Xiaochen who was sleeping, and shed tears again.
From now on, this is her only child...the only one...
She was absent-minded, like a ghost. She entered the elevator, but forgot to press the number. She just performed one action tightly, which was to hug her daughter, the only daughter she had left.
Gu Xijue's throat felt sore, and he suddenly put his arm around her shoulders, "Haitang, you and Xiaochen go to my house to stay tonight! You will live there from now on!"
She was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"
"Because I want to take care of you mother and daughter, Haitang. I am serious. I will be good to you and to Xiaochen."
"You really like me?!"
"yes."
She smiled and sneered, "Gu Xijue, do you know what a bad woman I am? I was raped, gave birth to a child, and lost the son... I am not a good woman, not a good mother... I
It's so bad, so useless, I can't do anything well, my friends sacrificed for me, my daughter endured hardships with me, my son... my son may not even know that I exist... I don't know why a person like me is alive, I have so much to live for
What’s the meaning, what do you like about me, what do you like about me?”
"Haitang, don't belittle yourself!" Gu Xijue straightened her shoulders and forced her to face him. The guilt made him feel guilty. Her pain was all caused by him. His deep eyes contained emotions that were heavier than hers.
"Haitang, don't think too much. You're tired. Go back and have a good sleep first, okay?"
"I don't dare to sleep..." She was afraid that once she fell asleep, she would never want to wake up again, because it was too painful to wake up, but if she didn't wake up, what would Xiaochen do? She had already lost her son, and only Xiaochen was left.
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"I'll stay with you." He lowered his head and kissed her tears away. There was no desire, only pity.
Her heart moved, and she didn't know why, and murmured, "No... no one can heal my wounds."
"I can!"
The night breeze was cool, and the moonlight illuminated his quiet figure and shadow.
Philosophically speaking, relationships between people, no matter what the starting point, will eventually turn into pain. Even if it is sweet and beautiful at the beginning, as time goes by, it will eventually fade away and eventually reach a painful position. And they,
Start with pain, so what if it hurts again?
Who is the passer-by in life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad soul.
Suddenly I remembered a poem: If you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy. If you miss me, or not, my love is there, never coming or going. You love me, or don’t love me, love
It's there, neither increasing nor decreasing. You follow me, or you don't, my hand is in your hand, never give up. Come into my arms, or let me live in your heart, love each other silently, in silence
joy.
"Haitang, from now on, even if everyone in the world leaves you, I will always be by your side. If there is hell, we will run rampant together."