Chapter 55 55. Spit out everything that belongs to me
After doing all this, Qiao An slept peacefully.
When Li Xiaoran and Qiao's father arrived at Qiao's courtyard, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
The dark moonlit night shrouded the outline of Qiao's courtyard. Li Xiaoran couldn't see clearly what was going on in the courtyard, but he just felt that this place was extremely familiar to him.
In the center of the yard is probably the sycamore tree that Qiao An loved to climb when she was a child. There may still be some words carved by her on the trunk.
The courtyard is inlaid with bluestone slabs, and the flower beds are made of blue bricks. In the flower beds, there should be roses planted by Qiao An.
Father Qiao walked over and turned on the courtyard lights. The lights suddenly brightened, illuminating the courtyard extremely clearly.
The scene in front of him completely overlapped with what was in Li Xiaoran's mind. Li Xiaoran couldn't help crying.
He looked at all these scenes that Qiao An mentioned countless times, and a sour ripple appeared in his heart.
I had imagined countless times that he would happily come to Qiao An's house to propose marriage on a certain day in a certain year, month and day. Then he would tell Qiao An a secret with great pride: "In order to help her mother cure her illness, he changed to study medicine. From now on.
She doesn’t have to worry about her mother’s illness because she has him.”
But he will never realize this beautiful dream.
Because Qiao An doesn’t look down on poor doctors at all. She married the handsome and wealthy Li Zecheng.
Li Xiaoran sighed.
Qiao An, in fact, I can also give you a rich life. But I thought you didn’t care about it.
Father Qiao put down his luggage, turned to Li Xiaoran who was in a daze and said, "Doctor Li, just treat this place as your home. Don't be restrained."
Li Xiaoran nodded: "Thank you, uncle."
Father Qiao then got into the kitchen and got busy.
Not long after, Father Qiao brought a bowl of late-night snacks to Li Xiaoran.
"Doctor Li, there is nothing delicious at home. This bowl of glutinous rice noodles will warm your stomach."
Li Xiaoran quickly stood up and took the soup bowl with both hands.
He said in a very gentlemanly manner: "Thank you, uncle."
When he was having supper, Father Qiao sat next to him and chatted with him.
"My home is simple. I wonder if Dr. Li can get used to it?"
Li Xiaoran smiled and said: "Qiao An can live here, why can't I?"
When Qiao An was mentioned, Qiao's father sighed.
"It's all my fault. I neglected to discipline her when she was a child, which made her addicted to the Internet. She met a netizen named Angel Shen Dao. I still had no shame in dating him online."
Mentioning this angel sword, Father Qiao gritted his teeth with hatred. "I asked her to sever ties with him, but she went on a hunger strike with me, knelt down with me, and finally cried and promised me that she would never affect her studies. I
At that time, I was soft-hearted, so I let her date online."
Father Qiao pointed angrily at the sycamore tree in the courtyard and said angrily: "The story of Qiao An and the Angel Sword is carved everywhere on that tree trunk. My family, An'an, is possessed by this Angel Sword. I should have known he was a head.
Zhongshan Wolf, I should have been ruthless at that time and ended their bad relationship."
Li Xiaoran almost spit out all the soup in his mouth.
Father Qiao has only a partial understanding of Qiao An’s feelings.
He was the one who fell in love with Qiao An online, but it was his nephew Li Zecheng who married Qiao An.
The more Father Qiao thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally he angrily ran out with a kitchen knife, preparing to cut down the unsightly sycamore tree.
Li Xiaoran quickly stepped forward and held Father Qiao back.
"Uncle, what is the tree guilty of? Why do you need to implicate the innocent?"
Father Qiao pointed to the densely packed words on the tree trunk and said angrily: "Doctor Li, look, those are Qiao An's affection for Li Zecheng. That girl likes Li Zecheng so much, how could he let down my Qiao An?"
Only then did Li Xiaoran notice that there were many love poems carved on the tree trunk. All the girl's feelings were written on it.
For example:
"With you by my side, I never envy anyone."
"You didn't accompany me day and night, but I waited for you day and night."
……
Next to these love poems are the names of Angel Sword and Joan, surrounded by a heart.
Through these love poems, Li Xiaoran seemed to see the deep lovesickness in Qiao An's eyes between the lines. It seemed as if she could see Qiao An leaning at the door, looking forward to his return every day with endless longing.
In the end, he was in a daze, wondering whether he had failed Qiao An or Qiao An had failed him.
Father Qiao chopped it down with a knife, and the thick sycamore tree shook slightly, and Li Xiaoran suddenly knelt down in front of Father Qiao.
"Uncle, if you hate the Angel Sword and hate him for not teaching your daughter well, then you can beat me and scold me. I beg you, don't embarrass this tree."
Father Qiao said: "The person who harmed my daughter is your nephew, not you. Why should I beat you and scold you?"
Li Xiaoran confessed to Father Qiao: "Uncle, because I am the Angel Sword."
Then there was a clang sound, and the knife in Father Qiao's hand slipped to the ground.
"What did you say? Are you an angel sword?"
Li Xiaoran nodded.
Qiao's father was puzzled: "Since you are the Angel Sword, why did Qiao An marry not you but your nephew Li Zecheng?"
A sad and bitter look appeared on Li Xiaoran's handsome face. "Unknown to my uncle, Qiao An went to Kyoto and fell in love with my handsome and rich nephew."
Father Qiao shook his head: "Impossible. Impossible. My An'an loves you so much. She even dreams of marrying you. How could she abandon you?"
Li Xiaoran said: "Uncle, I didn't lie to you. On the day Qiao An and Li Zecheng got married, I tried to save Qiao An, but she told me personally that she wouldn't like a man with nothing like me."
Father Qiao's eyes turned red with anger: "How could she change her mind and hate the poor and love the rich? No wonder she is in this calamity. This is her retribution."
Li Xiaoran had long experienced the pain of being betrayed, and now she seemed particularly open-minded and comforted Father Qiao.
"Uncle, An An and I are destined to have no connection."
Father Qiao sighed.
The next day.
When Li Zecheng woke up, he found that his mobile phone seemed to have been misplaced. Li Zecheng glanced at Qiao An, who was sleeping, and a smile of control appeared in his eyes.
From the day he and Qiao An got married, he knew that the person she loved was not him, but his brother-in-law Li Xiaoran. So he had a lot of precautions against Qiao An. He didn't set up a fingerprint lock on his phone because he was afraid that Qiao An would take advantage of him.
Open his phone while sleeping and steal his secrets.
And Qiao An didn't know the password to unlock his mobile phone at all, so Li Zecheng was not worried at all that Qiao An could find out the secrets in his mobile phone.
After Li Zecheng went to work, Qiao An started her plan for today - she was going to go to Wei Huhu with the bill and ask her to spit out her huge property.
She chose a simple outfit from the cloakroom, even a washed-out cotton skirt, and then let her hair down. Her thin body was so weak against the sloppy makeup that I felt pity for her.
Deliberate misfortune is to win the support of the people.
