[69 Book Bar-www.] In the second year, Zhou Jirong came to visit.
It was the same beautiful weather in April, and the same ordinary doorbell. Qingwu thought it was just a milk or newspaper delivery.
After Zhou Jirong opened the door for Qingwu, he stared intently at the woman holding the child and rocking him and looking at him and her calm, pale face for three minutes.
It can be said that Qingwu has changed a lot.
Therefore, the green hair that is floating and hovering around the shoulders, with a soft maternal arc, dances in the smooth wind driven by the door opening.
Her expression was so soft, without any of the reserve, nobility, elegance, pride and pride of the past, only the overflowing gentleness and indifference of a mature woman remained.
"Sister-in-law."
No matter how old Zhou Jirong is, he still has a playful and mean look on his face. He squints his peach blossom eyes and looks at Qing Wu with a smile. He obviously speaks politely and thoughtfully, but his light and crimson eyes always give people an unsteady look.
Feel.
The same name as Ling Sicong, respectful and slightly strange.
Qingwu pursed her lips, her thin and tender lips without much blood quickly curved, and then continued to coax Xiaoxiao who was already showing signs of waking up in her arms.
Zhou Jirong was obviously a little embarrassed. He was forced by that guy Ling Sicong to work alone, which was not considered alone. In fact, Duan Miaomiao also followed him, but he was just hiding in the car downstairs. No matter how he coaxed or abducted, that weird guy
The woman just refused to get out of the car and came up to meet her half-sister and her sister's two remaining children.
That woman, it's really terrible if she gets awkward.
Zhou Jirong didn't see his sister-in-law's enthusiastic response, and was a little embarrassed, but fortunately, the kid was smart enough and quickly joked. He pointed at himself, widened his narrow peach blossom eyes, flickering in the microwave of the afternoon sun, and looked at Qing Wu with a bright look.
, ask questions.
"Sister-in-law, I am Zhou Jirong. My eldest brother often calls me Rongzi or bastard...that guy, do you remember?"
Qing Wu is slandering, this question is too pretentious.
"Remember, how did you know I live here? And why are you here?"
Zhou Jirong is in trouble. The task on his shoulders is arduous. The lunatic has been lying in the ICU for a year. He only woke up five times in total. Every time he came back, it was like a flashback. Sometimes he was very shameless and just moved his fingers. Those evil and pale eyes
As they screamed in unison, my eyelids were half-opened. Suddenly, I lost my temper and stopped opening them. Then the alarm started rumbling, and the various lines on the monitor tended to become straight, and the lines on the monitor became flat.
All the people outside the ward didn't dare to breathe loudly while waiting for air.
Sometimes, to give them face, I would open my eyes, scan around at a turtle's speed, see the teacher's pale face, and then endlessly repeat the same words that I have been repeating, don't tell her, don't say it.
Zhou Jirong felt resentful when he heard this, but if this guy didn't die, he told his sister-in-law about this guy's current situation. When this guy wakes up in the future, he won't be able to pull out Zhou Jirong's skin?
It's been a year. Ling Sicong has grown up and learned to be scheming. He knows how to strike first. Last year, he ran here and took a few photos of his nephew's pink and cute photos. He didn't care that the lunatic had his eyes closed and was unconscious.
There was a chill in the ward for a while.
Now, the great and difficult task of telling my sister-in-law the current situation of the lunatic fell on his head, Zhou.
Zhou Jirong’s dilemma...
However, the lunatic's condition has not been very good recently. The doctor has issued critical illness notices nine times. The most serious one was last night at 12:30, when the lunatic was pushed directly into the operating room. He didn't know if he would come out at this time. If he did,
Now, are you lying in the morgue or back in the ICU...
Don't blame his good brother who is a lunatic for being so indifferent when talking about people who struggle with death every day. In fact, the joyful experience of staying in the hospital for a year and receiving critical illness notices from time to time made Zhou Jirong take life and death lightly.
But the madman is indeed a miracle. He has to be cut off by doctors with scalpels almost every week. After a year of cutting, he is still in a state of neither life nor death. His will to live is too strong and there is nothing he can do.
Zhou Jirong turned around from the emotion and found that his goddess sister-in-law was missing. The door was empty. Looking around, the decoration in the room was simple and warm. It looked like a doll's house. To be honest, the living room was not big enough for children to play.
The lively place obviously needs to be improved, with a two-bedroom layout, an old sofa, an old-fashioned TV, a cradle, building blocks, teddy bears, a small train, and even the floor is covered with Fruit Ninja puzzle pieces.
The colorful scenery blinded Zhou Jirong's 24k dog eyes...
His goddess sister-in-law was sitting on the sofa at the moment, holding a milk bottle in her hand and feeding it to the mouth of the little man who had opened his eyes.
The small eyes are not as big as Duoduo, but they are so bright and bright, especially when staring at people, they are like peeled black grapes spinning in a glass ball, they are particularly cute when wet.
Zhou Jirong is a familiar person. He walked in and said with a smile, "Ah! This guy is so damn cute!"
When I get excited, I blurt out words that are detrimental to my image.
Although Qing Wu knew that he was used to being careless, she still frowned habitually. If she said bad words in front of a one-year-old child, she would be struck by lightning.
"Mr. Zhou, please forgive me for my poor hospitality. Sister Chen has taken Duoduo to the hospital, and I can't get away. If you are thirsty, there are drinks and water in the refrigerator."
The tone sounded polite and distant.
Zhou Jirong stuck out his tongue, and his tall figure wandered around the small room for a while. He tugged on his tie and took off his beautiful and slim-fitting black suit. The light blue striped shirt underneath had two green-wood buttons unbuttoned.
There is a small letter embroidered on the cuff.
The style and workmanship are exactly the same as what Ling Yansen wore before.
Qingwu's eyes tightened and she quickly looked away.
Zhou Jirong was heartless, but he had sharp eyes and was full of crooked ideas. The visitor had gone to Jingshan Villa to randomly search for a madman's shirt. Sure enough, when the sister-in-law saw it, her expression changed drastically. Although she tried her best to hide it,
But he discovered it.
Yes, he was testing her.
So we can know whether the sister-in-law is calm enough to listen to the next words. After all, he does not seem to affect the mood of a breastfeeding woman.
"Sister-in-law, the night you left a year ago, the madman didn't mean to ignore you. He did delay some things."
"..."
Zhou Jirong looked up at Qingwu's face and found that she had no reaction and only had a cold expression. He felt a little embarrassed and paused before continuing.
"The videotape of you being bullied by that bastard Zhou Dong was given to the madman by Jiang Henhan before he disappeared. The madman was simply crazy at that time, so Xiao Manyin had an opportunity to take advantage of it. In short, Xiao Manyin was about to die.
At that time, the madman filed for divorce from her. Xiao Manyin first threatened him with half of Jiayu International. After that, to no avail, he threatened the madman with the video tape about you. In order to prevent the video tape from leaking out, the madman had no choice but to threaten Xiao Manyin.
The rude request was ignored. Then, something happened. They had a conflict in the ward. The madman accidentally jumped downstairs in order to grab the video tape. Xiao Manyin thought he was dead and jumped down too. As a result,
On the contrary, Xiao Manyin died. The madman was indeed lucky. When he jumped, there was a tarpaulin on the third floor that blocked the impact. He had 18 fractures all over his body and numerous major and minor injuries. The most terrifying thing was his brain.
So far, other parts of his body have improved, but the brain, which is in charge of all the organs of the human body, has shown no improvement, and is no different from a vegetative state..."
Zhou Jirong stopped and wanted to see Qingwu. It was already sunset, the lights were not turned on in the room, the curtains were partially drawn, and Qingwu was about to be submerged in the darkness, unable to see anything clearly.
But Zhou Jirong was silent for a long time and didn't hear Qingwu's breathing.
He sighed and continued, "The lunatic has been holding on for a year, but I don't know how long I can hold on. Recently, critical illness notices have been issued more and more frequently. The most serious one is this time. It's the moment I'm here with you."
, he is in the operating room. Ling Sicong hasn’t sent me a message yet, explaining that he hasn’t left the operating room yet. He went in at midnight yesterday, and it’s been almost a day. Sister-in-law, I won’t be too wordy about anything else. I’m not sure where the madman is.
God, we are all used to it, because we are always with each other in the ward. Life and death matter, to put it bluntly, it only takes a second, and heaven and earth are separated forever. But Duoduo and Xiaoxiao, and you, then
It’s the madman who cares most about what’s hidden in his heart. To be honest, I’m here just because of everyone’s wishes. I also know that you have resentment in your heart. You and the madman can write hundreds of tangled novels about your relationship.
We don’t understand the book, and we can’t understand it casually. In short, if you are willing to take your child back, even if you just take a look, I believe that it will be a great thing to treat the madman. People are most afraid of having no hope.
Really, sister-in-law, no matter how much you hate him, he has lost the ability to make you hate him now, you..."
Qingwu suddenly stood up, her hand hanging stiffly in the air, and the milk bottle in her hand fell to the floor with a crisp sound, splashing milky white paste all over the floor.
Her pointed lower jaw trembled so clearly in the dim light that Zhou Jirong could hear the sound of gnashing of teeth. She opened the door, her face expressionless, and her voice was cool, not cold, that Zhou Jirong had never heard before.
But it's cold.
It's freezing cold.
"Mr. Zhou, go back."
Zhou Jirong was in a dilemma. Not only could he not complete the task, he almost made his sister-in-law cry. Or maybe this silly woman had been crying secretly in her heart for how long.
What should I do?
"Sister-in-law, listen to me..."
During the pushing and shoving, Qing Wu held the child, and Zhou Jirong did not dare to resist. In the end, Qing Wu drove him out.
There was also a bone-chilling sound before closing the door, so helpless, like a few anxious flames in the dark, which would be extinguished when the wind came.
Qing Wu yelled at Zhou Jirong viciously. Really, it was no exaggeration at all. She was really yelling like a shrew, "Go back and tell that person who wants to die but doesn't want to die that he can come over by himself if he wants to see me!"
With a bang, the door cut off Zhou Jirong ruthlessly.
Qingwu kept standing, with the little head in her arms feeling hurt, as if she had taken a hot bath, the kind of hot water that was salty and bitter.
Ling Yansen, you have pushed me to this point, and I have nothing to tolerate. It is just a lifetime, and I am living like this, empty, empty...