She really has no feeling of family affection towards Zhu Lihan. Even if she goes to see her, she only feels a sigh of relief in her chest.
"Oh, I have to go back tonight. Your dad is too busy to come and replace me."
"Then don't look at it. There is a nurse, so don't worry."
"But someone has to talk to her, right? Just come and take a look."
"I don't know what to say to her. Maybe she is in a coma now and never looks at me with those cold eyes, which is scary. But when I face her, this scene still comes to mind.
, I don’t know what to say, do you want me to treat her with nice words like I treat you? That’s impossible.”
"Oh, no matter what, come and take a look." Zhan Ruoqing almost wanted to scold her daughter, feeling that she was not understanding.
"Mom, I'm worried too. I don't want to go out. I feel so weak all over my body. I really hope I never have to go out and just stay quietly. You know, when I mention her, I feel even more upset."
Lan Cun'er held the phone and lay down weakly on the big bed, looking lazy and tired.
"Then you have to wait until your aunt dies before you regret it and then come to see her for the last time?"
Zhan Ruoqing finally got angry. She didn't want her daughter to be so unhuman.
Lan Cun'er was also scolded in her heart, turned over, and said calmly: "Okay, I'll come right away."
Lan Cun'er threw away the phone and asked herself blankly: "Should I go see her? What should I say when I see her?"
The person who wished for the other person's death before had to come back to her now. Zhu Lihan is so arrogant, if she were sober, she would probably go crazy.
"Xiaoyun, are you awake yet? Let's go to the hospital."
Xiaoyun was silent, and Lan Cun'er was used to it, but as soon as she thought of Zhu Lihan, she was stunned.
If there were no such grudges, Xiaoyun would not be mute.
Jinghe has been sent to jail, and Xiaoyun has not been able to make a sound again. Now that the situation is like this, she doesn't know what to do to restore everything to a peaceful state.
Xiaoyun came in quickly, making random gestures to express what she meant.
Although it has been two or three months, she still cannot master sign language. Every time she looks into Lan Cun'er's eyes, there is a heartache that cannot replace her pain.
"Forget it, Xiaoyun, don't go. I don't want you to see what you don't want to see and then feel sad."
Zhu Lihan was also involved in Xiaoyun's harm. Even she couldn't forget it. How could she force Xiaoyun to accept what she hated?
Xiaoyun followed Lan Cun'er to the door. She wanted to follow her, but Lan Cun'er ignored her, closed the door and left.
When they arrived at the hospital, Lan Cun'er looked indifferently at Zhu Lihan, whose face was pale and stiff, and just sighed quietly.
"Cun'er, please stay with her and say whatever you want. I have to rush back to cook for your dad. He has been so busy these days and his waist is tired."
Zhan Ruoqing didn't wait long, told Lan Cun'er to moisturize Zhu Lihan's lips with warm water, wipe her face, etc. and left.
Lan Cun'er sighed heavily, fell weakly on the chair, rested his wrists on the edge of the bed, and asked lightly: "Are you happy now? I'm actually not as happy as you think, at least as a mother.
It’s not easy to get me. Are you happy?”
"I don't know what you told Jinghe to ask her to help you complete your path of hatred. However, you never thought that you would hurt Jinghe again. You are actually very successful because you are ruthless enough, but
You were also defeated by being too ruthless. There is a saying that when things go to extremes, they will turn against each other. I think..."
Lan Cun'er smiled sarcastically, "I think that's the most appropriate way to describe you. That's why the arrow of hatred was finally shot back at you."
"But I'm not happy to see you like this, not at all happy!"
Lan Cun'er couldn't help but shed tears. Her experience was sad, Xiaoyun's experience was sad, and Zhuang Jinghe's and Zhu Lihan's were also sad. It would be great if these things had not happened and everyone lived happily.
Maybe, the moment I heard about my life experience, I could still cast a warm glance at you excitedly.
However, once the source of evil is opened, it will be difficult to recover.
Now, I feel nothing, as if I have been separated from you since I came to this world. I will never miss you or feel pain for you.
Oh, you don’t need it, maybe, what you want is my hatred, because the more I hate you, the more you will know that I am hurt.
Is that so? Aunt, Zhu Lihan?
Lan Cun'er just hung her head sadly and shed tears. She who originally looked down upon her life experience could not help but feel desolate, as if the air was filled with tear mist, which was salty, and the color of the sky was dark gray. She wanted to shout out
The voice could not speak.
"Hey, forget it, you can't hear me at all, and you don't know what regret is. Let me moisturize your lips."
Lan Cun'er stood up, opened the thermos bottle, poured half a cup of hot water, and added some cold water. When he wanted to put the cap back on, he accidentally touched the cap on the foot of the cabinet.
She squatted down and reached for the bottle cap in the corner. She didn't realize that the zipper of her open sports coat had caught the infusion tube in Zhu Lihan's hand.
The infusion tube stretched as her hand stretched inside, and finally broke free from the shackles of the patch and hung in the air.
Once the source of life was cut off, and under the pull of the needle, the cut was very large, and blood slowly seeped out, dripping drop by drop on Lan Cun'er's blue coat.
But Zhu Lihan's breathing gradually became faster, like the dying struggle of a dying person.
The strange blood made Lan Cun'er's hand freeze for a moment. She stretched out her hand suddenly and hit her head on the cabinet. The hot water bottle on the cabinet shook. It was extremely dangerous. If the hot water spilled out, she would definitely be scalded.
Finally I fished out the bottle cap in the corner.
"Lan Cun'er, what do you want to do?!"
A loud shout of surprise swept into the ward like a whirlwind. Lan Cun'er was startled, and he quickly turned his head to meet a pair of furious eyes.
"Song Heng, why are you here?"
Lan Cun'er was surprised.
Ever since Song Heng blamed her for not being open to Zhuang Jinghe online, he stopped talking to her. He didn't reply to her QQ messages at all, and he didn't even answer her phone calls.
In short, although he didn't say anything, he no longer regarded her as a friend, not an enemy, so maybe he was being polite.
Lan Cun'er didn't expect that Song Heng's resentment would be so great, although she could optimistically understand that it was because Song Heng had fallen deeply in love with Zhuang Jinghe.
However, it was precisely because he fell in love that he suffered.
In love but unable to stay together, one is inside and the other is outside, looking into the distance in pain. Lan Cun'er can make up or imagine, but Song Heng blames all this on her.
Every loss must be a gain. However, she wants to gain, but she also doesn't want to lose. She is a bit greedy, so even if Zhuang Jinghe goes to prison, she is not happy.
"Look at the good things you have done. If I don't come here today, will you take revenge?"
Song Heng knocked away Lan Cun'er, who was a little confused, rang the bell to call the nurse, and then pinched the back of Zhu Lihan's bleeding hand with one hand.
"Oh, aunt, why is it bleeding?"
In an instant, Lan Cun'er's dizzy blood surged up again, causing her body to sway weakly and retching in disgust.
But Song Heng was only focused on stopping Zhu Lihan's bleeding and didn't pay attention to her pale reaction. Words as sharp as a knife could actually come out of his mouth:
"You want to kill someone. Can shedding this little blood really scare you? If I hadn't come, you would have probably killed someone. I feel unworthy for Jinghe, having a cousin like you."
"What did you say? Song Heng, have you lost your mind? When will I kill someone? You said you need proof."
"yes."
Song Heng took a pillow towel to bandage Zhu Lihan and faced Lan Cun'er seriously.
"Yeah, just because of the credentials, you don't believe that Jinghe is innocent and she doesn't want to kill you. But, I believe her. Ha, it's ridiculous. You have also tasted the feeling of being wronged. As long as I
Go call the police and say that you just committed murder. How many years do you think you will be in jail?"
During these two or three months of depression, Song Heng felt that he was losing his mind more and more. Every time he went to visit Zhuang Jinghe, she refused to accept the visit. How could he calm down?
"Yes, it's ridiculous. I find that anyone who has anything to do with Zhu Lihan will lose their mind like a lunatic. Okay, you go call the police. Let me tell you, I really hate having such a biological mother, so,
I really wanted to kill her just now, are you satisfied? Take these words as testimony, go ahead!"
Thinking of losing her most trustworthy friend, thinking of herself being so wrongly misunderstood, and thinking of the indelible relationship between her and Zhu Lihan, sad tears welled up in her eyes, finally softening Song Heng's cold heart.
"Ahem, Cun'er."
"Don't call me." Lan Cun'er stood far away from him angrily.
"I went a little too far, okay, it's all fine."
Lan Cun'er looked at him with sad eyes, and she knew that he had not completely apologized. He still blamed her. If he didn't think so, he wouldn't be so angry and say such inexplicable things.
There was no need to explain to him. After all, he was hurt because of her, so she said: "Song Heng, I know you have been depressed and in pain during this time, and it was because of me. But, you also
Knowing me, I am not so vicious as to kill people, and on the premise that Zhu Lihan is my biological mother. Even if she wants to destroy me, she wants to destroy me. Although I have no feelings for her, I am not so inhumane."
Song Heng was very shocked. They were biological mother and daughter, so they and Jinghe were biological sisters.
"Oh, that makes people even more confused. Perhaps the grievances between parents and children are the most difficult to resolve, especially trust. Cun'er, I'm leaving. I just thought that Jinghe was gone and Zhu Lihan needed someone by her side. But now it seems
no need."
"Well, since it's my biological child, you should also help take care of Jinghe. I won't mention the other things. I think it's okay if you don't help. I'm leaving."
Song Heng's words were so sad and made Lan Cun'er's heart wet.
"Song Heng, please stop being like this, can we still be friends in the future?"
Song Heng froze for a moment, did not answer, and walked out, leaving a sad atmosphere in the room.