Before the Jiang family's car started, Jiang and his party had not yet gotten in.
He fell behind, almost turning back every step of the way.
Until Qiao Xiaomai's figure was almost blurred, he was unwilling to get in the car. He vaguely understood in his heart that he and Xiaomai might never go back to the past.
Huang Huiwen became impatient and kept urging her son. However, as soon as she met her husband's majestic gaze, she immediately shut her mouth and refused: "What are you doing, Yi Xing, this kid?"
"Don't interfere in the children's affairs."
Huang Huiwen finally couldn't help it anymore: "Lao Jiang, it's not that I'm nosy, but what's the situation now? We can help Xiaomai, and we can give her a large sum of money to settle her down, but I can't accept anything else...
"
"No one asked you to accept it!"
"Lao Jiang, I've said something ugly before, but I can't afford to embarrass this person... After all, she is already like Yi Xiangxi... Besides, we don't need to provoke Yi Xiangxi, who knows what he will do in the future
What's going on? This lunatic, I'm afraid he will be detrimental to our party..."
"Shut up!"
Huang Huiwen was unwilling to be scolded loudly by her husband. When she was about to say something, she saw her son walking towards the car door, so she immediately shut up and said loudly: "Let's get in the car quickly."
…………
In a cemetery in Nuoda, only Qiao Xiaomai was left.
Qiao Xiaomai sat alone by his father's tomb, hugging his knees.
The world is so big that there is no one to rely on.
Her father died tragically, she was humiliated, her marriage was broken off, and her life was gloomy... However, she had no weapons for revenge.
No.
Money is not as good as people, and power is not as important as people.
Keep a low profile and bide your time, I don’t know how long it will take.
People say that ten years is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but she knows that she does not have those ten years - a mediocre person, even if she has ten more years, she may not be able to get justice in everything.
Otherwise, how could there be so much injustice in the world?
Otherwise, how could the system of a minority oppressing the majority last for thousands of years?
Qiao Xiaomai knew that even if ten thousand years passed, she would not have the ability to fight back - she could summon several vehicles of troops with guns and live ammunition to shoot into the air at any time - this was the tragedy of the common people. She had nothing to do against her enemies.
On this day, the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. A gust of wind came, but she felt bitingly cold. She couldn't help but hug herself tightly with both hands, as if she were trapped in ten thousand years of ice.
Her head was buried in her knees, and in a daze, she saw the peach blossoms in March, and the trees were full of cherries. Her father held her hand and walked around under the tree, cutting flower branches, eating cherries, riding horses, and telling stories... since childhood
When she was older, her father never laid a finger on her, or even said a harsh word to her.
For her, he never remarried.
For her, he lived a lonely life.
For her, he would rather die alone.
She is the apple of his eye.
But now, the person who loves me most in the world has left.