The Most Beautiful Years Met You [43] The third son-in-law went to the fire just now
I'm afraid no husband can pretend that nothing happened after seeing his wife lying on a bed with other men, right?
Mrs. Tang said on the phone that the house was in a state of chaos. The old leader asked the guards to tie up the violinist and said he would take him to the police station. The third lady knelt next to the wheelchair and picked up the old leader's sleeves, crying and begging.
As for Yu Zhongxiao's reaction at that time, Mrs. Tang did not mention it.
After standing for a long time, Ye Hehuan took a deep breath, then opened the door and went in.
Just as she was about to change her shoes at the entrance, she heard Han Jingqiu's panicked cry coming from her grandfather's room: "I won't get a divorce, why should I get a divorce? I already know I was wrong, why can't you give me a chance to change it?"
You only know how shameless I am, but do you know how indifferent he is to me?"
"He has changed since the last time he came back from Yunnan. In the past few months, he has not even called me. When I called, he either didn't answer or said a few perfunctory words. Why didn't you tell me that he had a woman outside?
It would be a heinous crime if I made a mistake!"
"It's come to this, and you still blame others for your mistakes!" Mr. Han slammed the table angrily, and the sound echoed throughout the room.
Ye Hehuan stood there, and Han Jingqiu's retort was even louder: "I have been married to him for so many years. In addition to work, he still stays in that shabby place all day long. How many times have I seen him throughout the year? He is always like this
He urged me to have children. When I got married, I said I didn’t want children. He didn’t say it himself, but now he lets his family bully me. If he really loves me, he shouldn’t...shouldn’t do everything.
Thinking of himself!"
Mr. Han shouted angrily: "Get out, get out of here, go wherever you like, don't let me see you again!"
The bedroom door opened, and Ye Hehuan raised his eyes and looked over——
Han Jingqiu ran out of it, disheveled, covering her face and crying, and ran up to the second floor. Before entering the room, she said decisively: "If you force me to divorce again, I will die!"
The sound of the door closing was deafening.
Ye Hehuan has been standing in the entrance hall. She has no way to comment on the rights and wrongs of the two people in this marriage, but she can also hear Han Jingqiu's selfishness and shirk of responsibility.
The maintenance of a marriage requires the tolerance of both parties.
Before Han Jingqiu decided to marry Yu Zhongxiao, she should have known that the nature of his work meant that the two would spend less time together and more time apart. Although Ye Hehuan was not familiar with Yu Zhongxiao's work, he also knew that the risk was high, but Han Jingqiu not only failed to understand and support
She only gave him hysterical blame, betrayal and willfulness.
Ye Hehuan has seen many characters in military or police TV or movies who were unable to concentrate due to emotional problems and got into accidents.
From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want Yu Zhongxiao to become one of them.
Sister-in-law Tang also came out of grandpa's room, holding two broken cups in her hands. She saw Ye Hehuan at a glance, closed the door and walked over: "Here?"
"The old chief just took a rest," Mrs. Tang's voice was a little low, with helplessness and worry on her face: "What are these things..."
"Is there no one else at home?" Ye Hehuan looked around and couldn't find Yu Zhongxiao. He couldn't be in Han Jingqiu's room at this time. He was eager to know where he was and was afraid of causing Mrs. Tang to think too much.
, so he had to turn around and ask in a distant tone: "Didn't you say you tied up the violinist?"
"He was tied up, but the third lady secretly let him go while no one was paying attention."
"What about my little uncle?"
Sister-in-law Tang sighed: "Hey, the third uncle went to the train station just now. Originally, he went back to Fengcheng directly. The old lady of the Yu family asked him to take the third lady back with him. He came so suddenly. I didn't expect that--I heard that the uncle was following
What the old chief meant was to take the express train back to Fengcheng tonight...Hey, Huanhuan, why are you—"
Ye Hehuan had already bent down and put on his shoes: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Say hello to grandpa for me."
After saying this, before Mrs. Tang could ask the orderly to escort her away, she opened the door and walked down the steps, running towards the gate in a hurry.
…
At the gate of the compound, he hailed a taxi. Ye Hehuan got in and urged the driver to drive while giving him the address of the train station.
"Can you drive faster?!" Ye Hehuan was anxious when he saw private cars passing by him.
The driver gave her a worried look in the rearview mirror. Seeing her anxious look on the verge of tears, he couldn't help but joke: "Young girl is so anxious, are you going to meet your boyfriend?"
Boy friend……
Ye Hehuan was stunned by these three words. In fact, even she herself could not find a suitable position to explain her actions towards Yu Zhongxiao.
When she went to the train station, even when she saw him, Ye Hehuan didn't think carefully about what to say and do.
When Mrs. Tang said that Yu Zhongxiao was leaving City B overnight, she had only one thought in her mind - she wanted to see him. She was even afraid that he would never come to City B again in the future.
Because he seemed to want to divorce Han Jingqiu.
Apart from the relationship between the niece and her uncle, and the fact that Han Jingqiu gave him a cuckold, I'm afraid she will be treated as a stranger when she meets him in the future.
After passing the security check, Ye Hehuan ran into the waiting hall and looked around for Yu Zhongxiao.
Surrounded by passengers queuing up, there were also people gathering together to chat. At this moment, she felt like a small boat in a vast sea of people, losing its course. Her heart was filled with confusion and anxiety, and she shuttled back and forth among the crowd, over and over again.
The noise buzzed in my ears.
"Passengers, please note that the xx train from xx to Beijing has started ticket checking. Please go to the xx ticket gate to check in and enter the station. After entering the station, please wait at platform x."
Ye Hehuan heard the announcement and hurriedly grabbed a male passenger who was about to check the ticket: "Excuse me, does this train stop in Fengcheng?"
"I'm going to Fengcheng. This is the last express train tonight."
The last trip? Ye Hehuan hurriedly thanked her. Her heartbeat increased. As soon as she ran to the ticket gate, she saw a sea of people. They stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks. They were pushed around, but they still didn't see the shadow of Yu Zhongxiao. They were about to stop.
When checking tickets, Ye Hehuan bent over and hid among the passengers and slipped in while the ticket inspector wasn't paying attention.
The train has arrived at the station and passengers are boarding one after another.
Ye Hehuan followed her into a section of the car. It was dark outside, the lights were turned on inside the car, and the aisle was crowded with people. As she walked in, she looked at the passengers on both sides of the car. Suddenly someone nudged her with his elbow.
I tripped over the duffel bag next to me and almost fell.
The owner of the duffel bag glared at her: "Do you have eyes?! The bag I just bought has a big footprint from you."
"It's just a broken bag, why are you so mean!" Ye Hehuan felt aggrieved and reached into his bag to get the money: "The compensation is - where is my wallet?"
She was so panicked that not only her wallet, but also her mobile phone disappeared. The passenger next to her reminded her: "There is a long hole in the edge of your bag."
Ye Hehuan looked down and sure enough, her bag had been scratched with a knife.
"Do you want me to call the police for you?" A passenger saw that she was young and traveling alone on the train, so she kindly wanted to help.
"No need, my family is on the train."
Such a long train, so many passengers, and she didn't know when she was raped. Even if she called the police, she couldn't do anything. She couldn't help but think of Yu Zhongxiao, and slowly loosened her fingers that were wrapped around the chain. As long as she
Thinking that he was also on this train, she no longer panicked.
…
Ye Hehuan once read this sentence in a book——
Impulse is a powerless emotion. When you are emotional, you will do things that make you regret. Maybe your excitement one second will lead to regret the next moment. Impulse is the devil, and it will often ruin your life.
Becomes purgatory.
When Ye Hehuan shuttled between the carriages to find someone, she didn't have a trace of regret, or in other words, she couldn't spare the energy to consider whether she should regret it or not.
Seven or eight o'clock in the evening is the busiest time in the carriage. People are eating, people are playing cards, and some people are talking loudly with their friends on their mobile phones.
Ahead, at the connection between the two carriages, a figure flashed past, as if someone was making a phone call in a quiet place.
The familiar feeling made Ye Hehuan chase her for a few steps. When she saw the man with his back turned to her, at that moment, she seemed to feel a bud blooming quietly in her heart, and her legs suddenly became heavy.
Unable to move any further, she just stared at his tall and generous figure.
He was wearing a smoky gray shirt, dark business casual trousers, and a watch on his left wrist. The black strap matched his outfit perfectly, and he was calm and somewhat casual.
Ye Hehuan sketched his appearance in her mind. She had not seen him for two months and six days.
After answering the phone, Yu Zhongxiao turned around and paused as he was about to return to the carriage. He looked at Ye Hehuan who was standing not far away, with surprise flashing in his eyes.
His facial features were deeply etched into her heart.
A few rays of light from the carriage fell on his shoulders, lengthening his shadow.
What is he thinking about now, why is she here? Why is it her again? Why is she so haunted? Or - he is sighing in his heart, is this scary naughty child now stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster?
