Volume 8, The Gate of the Past, Section 464, The Door
Meeting Ye's father and Ye's mother under such circumstances is something that Jiaming, Lingjing and Shasha have never thought about before. However, since what has happened in front of them, if they don't come forward to help, maybe
It might make him look even more awkward. Anyway, it would be a slap in the face to stretch your head and shrink it. With the emotion that he had experienced a few days ago but hadn't thought about in detail, Jiaming walked out naturally.
It was dark at night, and amid the distinctive whistle of the ambulance, the light of the street lamp quickly passed through the window and flowed towards the street and the back of the field of vision. In the carriage, nurses and doctors were skillfully connecting various instrument lines to all the ambulances.
Duan Jingxian, who was wearing casual clothes, was also helping the injured person who was covered in blood. A little further back in the carriage, Jia Ming, Ling Jing, and Sha Sha were sitting on both sides, communicating with each other with eyes, their expressions were subtle and strange. The two women were next to each other.
Sitting together, holding hands together, and occasionally whispering to each other as the vehicle drove by, Lingjing secretly looked at her mother in front of her, lowering her head in shame.
"what to do……"
"Dead..." Lingjing bared her teeth and muttered softly.
The emergency rescue work had already been completed before the ambulance arrived. At this time, there was not much work to do for the injured. Two doctors and one nurse quickly got things done.
, although they did not belong to the same hospital, Duan Jingxian and the doctor obviously knew each other, and they started talking quietly as soon as their hands were empty.
"Fortunately, Director Duan, you happened to be there, otherwise I might not have been able to save him... He was seriously injured. Where is the driver who caused the accident..."
"The driver ran away, but he saw the license plate. Let's wait until the police arrive..." Duan Jingxian frowned, "He was obviously speeding, and he was probably driving under the influence again."
"It's better to stay away from this kind of thing."
"I'm just saying that there were many people who witnessed it at the time, so it's okay."
"Ha. The three of them..." The doctor smiled and gestured to the back. Duan Jingxian was sitting next to Jia Ming, looking at him with her head tilted, and then sighed: "My child."
The doctor was stunned: "All of them?"
"Absolutely." She stretched out her hand to the top of Jiaming's head. She reached out and stroked the hair that was a bit long and a little messy by the night wind. She brushed the hair from her forehead away. After a while, she put down her hand and glanced at it.
Passing the two women on the other side, "none of them made anyone worry..."
"I have never heard that Director Duan has three children before, but I heard that you have a daughter who went to Vienna for further study..."
"Well, that's it." Duan Jingxian raised her chin towards Lingjing opposite her with an unkind look, and then began to introduce the two parties: "Doctor Qin, Lingjing, Huaisha, Jiaming, you three. Call me Aunt Qin."
"Hello Aunt Qin."
The three of them are all in their twenties or thirties at the moment. Although they have reached the age to enter society, on the surface, the line between youth and teenagers is indeed a bit blurred. At this time, calling people in a proper manner really seems...
Well-behaved. After the two sides greeted each other, Lingjing saw that her mother seemed to have a bad look on her face, and timidly said: "Mom..."
Before she finished speaking, Duan Jingxian glanced at her: "You will suffer when you go back!" Lingjing did not dare to speak anymore.
There were outsiders around, so it was not a good time to reminisce about the past. Duan Jingxian held Jia Ming's hand in hers, looked at him, and asked, "Is your head hurting anymore?" Jia Ming nodded and said, "It's better now.
." Then he looked at Shasha across from him and said, "Shasha has lost a lot of weight too..." Shasha just smiled quietly. She just didn't have a good attitude towards her own daughter. Dr. Qin was probably on night shift and was bored. At this time, he followed
Duan Jingxian kept talking. When she asked about things in Vienna, Lingjing could only reply with a few words in embarrassment. She also mentioned that when the ambulance arrived, she saw that Jiaming was skilled in first aid. Duan Jingxian was worthy of being Director Duan’s child. Duan Jingxian smiled.
He nodded and saw that Jiaming's smile was a little complicated, so Jiaming could only keep smiling harmlessly.
In about ten minutes, the ambulance arrived at its destination. The hospital, which had seemed quiet in the night, suddenly became noisy. Since it was not the hospital where Duan Jingxian worked, she would not preside over the next operation. She had a brief chat with several doctors.
During the communication time, Jiaming and the other three could only sit on the benches in the corridor outside the emergency room and whisper a few words.
"died……"
"What should I do if I see Father Ye when I go back?"
"Don't say anything, keep your head down and get criticized..." "Ma Ye didn't scold us just now. She was also very happy to see us back, right?"
"She looked at me as if she wanted to beat me up on the spot. It wasn't like this the few days I just came back from Vienna... Now her anger is directed at me... Jiaming, it's all your fault...
…”
"I'll probably be kicked out..."
"And you make sarcastic remarks..."
Lingjing twisted Jiaming's arm hard, and Jiaming motioned to the side. On the other side of the corridor, the doctors had stopped talking, and some of them walked to the operating room. Duan Jingxian came over, Lingjing shrank her head, and behaved politely.
He bowed his head and sat down. At this time, several people who looked like the patient's family members ran around the corner. First they rushed over to ask the doctor about his condition, and then saw Duan Jingxian and Jia Ming sitting here wearing ordinary summer clothes. One of them came over and asked, "Who are you?"
It wasn't their fault.
After a brief explanation and testimony from the doctor on duty, the man apologized abruptly, and then two police officers arrived, not only to understand the condition of the injured, but also to interrogate Duan Jingxian.
, transcript, I roughly asked about what happened in the room, two policemen came out, and the family members of the injured went over to ask for information about the perpetrator. Duan Jingxian frowned and walked over to this side: "Okay, let's go home."
"Mom, did you really see the license plate?" Lingjing leaned over to talk.
"Of course I saw it..." Duan Jingxian said a license plate number, and then slapped her daughter on the back of the head, "It has nothing to do with you, I'll see you when I get home!" "Mom..." Lingjing suddenly frowned again, and then seemed to
They held Shasha's hand as if they were looking for someone to support them. At this time, the two of them did not dare to show too much intimacy to Jia Ming. They followed Duan Jingxian and walked out together. However, Jia Ming, who was farther behind, frowned slightly and looked towards the surgery.
He glanced across the room and saw that one of the policemen was asking for instructions from above with a serious look on his face. Even though he was far away, he could understand what they were talking about by reading their lips.
It's a military card, someone who has something to do with it...
This thought only flashed in his mind, and then was replaced by the distress in front of him. Following the three people in front of him, he reached out and rubbed his forehead.
My head seems to hurt again...
I don’t know if I can escape using this reason.
Alas... let's forget it...
The night is already deep. The community is quiet and quiet. The street lights are distributed on both sides of the road like silent guards. On each floor, soft lights are revealed among the families who are still not resting, and they appear well-proportioned in this quiet atmosphere.
, only when you get close, you can still vaguely hear the dialogue of the TV. The lights of the taxi passed through the streets of the community, and then slowly stopped. Not far away, there was still light seeping out of the small martial arts gym.
Come, there are familiar scenery nearby.
Duan Jingxian paid the fare, and Jia Ming, who was in the passenger seat, had only been back for three or four days. He had nothing on him, including his wallet and ID card. When he walked out of the car, he took a deep breath and looked around, feeling a little nostalgic.
, Shasha had more or less the same emotion, only Lingjing lowered her head. Mother Ye pushed them, and when the taxi drove away, she knocked on the door: "Ye Han!"
The light flashed across the eyes of several people. The door opened: "I just came back at this time. I thought you would be earlier, I..."
The voice stopped abruptly in the light. The figure stood at the door, his eyes rolling on the bodies of several people. After a moment, Jiaming smiled: "Dad Ye, I'm back..." Shasha also looked a little embarrassed.
She scratched her hair: "Dad Ye..." Duan Jingxian patted her husband's shoulder tiredly: "We encountered a car accident... Go in first, no matter what, just come back..."
These words just woke up Ye Han. Hearing the car accident, he first looked at the four people, then nodded and turned sideways: "Oh... It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back..." When a few people walked in, he
He touched the rustling ground as before, then patted Jiaming on the shoulder.
The door is closed.
Due to her career and position, Duan Jingxian often works overtime or the night shift in the hospital. Whenever this happens, Ye Han always prepares a late-night snack for his wife at home. Today is no exception. She will cook it in the evening.
A pot of white porridge, a salted egg, and a plate of pickled mustard. At this time, the white porridge was divided into four bowls and placed in front of everyone. The sound of the TV series was blaring. After a while, Ye Han walked out of the kitchen, holding another
He took a small plate with mustard and a white porcelain jar and placed it on the table. In the jar was granulated sugar.
"Shasha used to like adding sugar, right?" Pushing the jar in front of Shasha, Shasha nodded quickly: "Oh."
The five of them were sitting at the dining table, each with their own thoughts. Shasha added sugar to her bowl and stirred it slowly with a spoon. Duan Jingxian was drinking water and seemed not in the mood to drink porridge. Lingjing and Jiaming were also a little unable to drink.
After a long time, Ye Han finally spoke: "Jia Ming's headache...is it healed?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jia Ming smiled and nodded, "It's better." Acting skills are of no use here.
"That's good. When will you arrive home?"
"Four days ago."
"The day Lingjing went to the concert?"
"Yeah." Jiaming nodded, "So is Shasha..."
"We felt something was wrong with Lingjing that day." Ye Han smiled, "I haven't been home for the past few days, and she seems very cheerful. I probably thought about it... It would be nice to come back, it would be nice to come back...
…”
Still saying the same thing, Ye Han looked fierce, but his personality was always peaceful and elegant. After asking Jiaming a few words, and then asking about Shasha's situation in the past few years, Shasha smiled and answered. Naturally, he couldn't say that he accepted the role of an agent.
It is said that in recent years in Europe, people have been training in this kind of training, fabricating the lives of ordinary people, and talking about the scenery of Venice. After a while, the atmosphere became warm.
The four of them drank the porridge. Duan Jingxian packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen. Lingjing and Shasha rushed over to help. After washing the dishes, Duan Jingxian said: "I'm going to clean up the attic. Home."
Let's stay there tomorrow." Jia Ming nodded. Lingjing was the only one who went to help this time.
Four years have passed, and Ye Han is now only in his forties. He has been exercising for a long time, and he used to look young and energetic, but now he looks a little older. Over the past four years, something suddenly happened at home.
, what happened to Shasha. His only daughter refused to come back from Vienna. And he knew his daughter's pain. Most likely it would not be easy. He chatted with Jiaming and Shasha for a while in the living room, and he had some thoughts about the two of them coming back.
Obviously happy. But no matter who it is, they naturally remain silent about the triangular relationship between Jiaming, Lingjing and Shasha.
That night, they stayed in the martial arts hall just like they did many years ago. The two girls slept in Lingjing's bedroom, and Jia Ming lived in the small attic. When the stars came down, it was somewhat difficult to fall asleep...
On the other hand, there is the sea.
Night in Tokyo is one hour earlier than night in Jianghai, so when it is late at night in Jianghai, Tokyo has already fallen into a deeper night.
People with normal schedules have probably gone to bed at this time, but in the lively areas of this huge city, the city is still running with great vitality, with speeding vehicles, beautiful lights, and rampant neon lights on the streets.
People who are either decadent, or have nothing to do, or are venting their remaining energy in an almost ostentatious way, because it is natural to have energy during the day. Night has become a more suitable time to express vitality than during the day.
The streets of Shinjuku are bustling with people. The lights light up the street market, making it more brilliant than during the day. Various shopping malls, clubs, game halls, and drink shops are open for business. The surrounding distinctive commercial streets and overpasses are bustling with people.
Most of the people wandering around during this time were in groups. However, the focus of our vision was on the roof of a house at the corner of the road. The huge signboard blocked the surrounding lights just right.
On the ground is an open cello case, propped up by a tripod. A camera with a long lens barrel is pointed at the bustling pedestrians below. The lens wanders uncertainly and the shutter is pressed from time to time.
Standing behind the camera is an ordinary-looking Tokyo girl, wearing a simple summer dress and a light black sun hat. From the outside, her jawbone is a bit high and her chin is a bit wide.
In those pursed lips and indifferent eyes, we can still vaguely see the shadow of the girl named "Yuechi Xun". In this darkness, she does not need to hide much. If she walks in the crowd,
She might walk energetically, with a mean and dazed smile on her face, or stand in front of her favorite toy store and look at the dolls, then turn around and walk away with disdain. But in short, at this time,
She didn't say a word, her fingers skillfully adjusted the focus of the camera, letting the lens constantly move among the crowd, then captured the target and pressed the button.
Ten minutes later, the camera finally stopped on a man on the side of the road, which was the blind spot of the nearby street surveillance camera. The man looked unattractive and seemed to be waiting for someone. He answered a phone and chattered endlessly on the side of the road.
Having said that, for such a person, I'm afraid no one would pay much attention to him, but under such circumstances, more than ten photos of his appearance were taken in silence.
A few minutes later, on the other side of the road, several cars stopped in front of a club, and some men in suits came out escorting an old man in kimono. If you pay attention to the news, political Japanese people may recognize this.
Come out, this old man is the highly respected member of the Japanese Parliament Kiyokawa. Anyone who is familiar with the structure of various forces in Japan will probably know that this old man is one of the important backers of the Tsukiike family in Tokyo. In normal times, he should not
To appear in such a chaotic place, today is a special case.
On the other side of the road, the man hung up the phone and mingled with the crowd and came this way. His expression was no different from that of the various pedestrians around him. In front of the car, the bodyguards formed a human wall intentionally or unintentionally to welcome the old man getting on the car.
At the same time, he paid attention to the surrounding situation. On the rooftop at the corner of the street, the camera followed the man in the crowd. He pressed the shutter for the last time, and then the girl leaned down. When she stood up again, the sniper rifle lens passed through the crowd...