To this end, Liu Changqing contacted Li Quanzhang, whom he had not contacted since the breakup five years ago.
When he saw Li Wanran's body, his face didn't seem to show too much sadness, he just sighed heavily.
It seemed that he had already had a premonition of such an ending.
The aftermath will be arranged by the other party.
The funeral was held two days later.
There were not many people who came. Including Liu Changqing and his family, there were no more than ten people present.
at the scene.
Liu Zhiyue, the son of the deceased, did not shed tears, but his red eyes seemed to confirm that he had cried in private.
On the contrary, Liu Xiazhi cried very sadly.
Her biological mother may have brought her a lot of painful memories, but after all, she was the person she had admired since she was a child, and after not seeing her for so many years, she was so fragile that she cried and hugged An Yuanyao beside her.
This pair of unrelated mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly for the woman in the black and white photo.
This scene was caught in Liu Changqing's eyes.
After everything was handled, several days passed.
The originally cheerful family atmosphere was more or less affected by Li Wanran's death, and it seemed that it would never be the same again.
Zhou Shiyan also rushed back from school. When she saw Liu Zhiyue, who was in a very poor mental state, she was so distressed that she didn't say anything and just took good care of him.
But Liu Changqing was just one person, comforting the depressed mother and daughter.
Comforting...
His wife and daughter.
He felt equally uncomfortable.
That night, he drove away from home alone and returned to the starting point.
The old house where I lived.
Many years later, this place has still not been demolished and continues to stand strong in this city. In the past few years, Liu Changqing would hire people to clean it from time to time, but in the past two years, he has never cleaned this house again.
When he returned to this house.
The smell permeating the air was very similar to the smell he smelled when he first came into this world.
Silently, I came to my former bedroom alone.
From the drawer at the base of the bed, I dug out the wooden box he left here.
Open.
It contains things left by the original Liu Changqing.
There were some old toys that I had bought for my children, a divorce certificate, and... a few group photos.
The photo was taken by Li Wanran when he was young and his original self.
The woman with the indifferent expression seems to be able to feel the other person's inner displeasure even in the photo.
This was in sharp contrast to the original figure who was smiling brightly at the side.
Liu Changqing didn't say much, he just lit a cigarette and started smoking again after quitting smoking for so many years.
It seems that I want to say goodbye to something.
I flipped through them one by one and finished the five photos in no time.
There is nothing interesting to see. Li Wanran in these five photos has the same expression, as if he is taking pictures.
Looking at what he saw before him, knowing that Li Wanran was still dead, he didn't seem to feel that his great revenge had been avenged.
On the contrary, there is some tightness in the chest.
Liu Changqing, who was sitting alone on the bed with these photos in his hands, just muttered softly to the air in front of him.
"This is not the ending you hoped for..."
His voice was very low, as if he was talking to someone.
After a long time, he put the photo in his hand beside the bed.
He stood up and came to the table, not caring about the dust falling on it, and wrote something on it with his fingertips.
This time Liu Changqing did not write it out immediately.
Instead, I thought carefully for a long time before uncertainly writing out the names of my parents in my previous life.
Looking at the name displayed on the desktop.
Those are the names of my real parents.
The names of parents in the previous life.
Liu Changqing, who was almost forty years old, felt that it was becoming difficult to breathe at this moment.
He raised his slightly trembling hand and continued to light a cigarette.
After taking a few fierce puffs, the dullness in his chest became even stronger, and at some point, two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
After realizing this, he raised the hand holding the cigarette and wiped the corners of his eyes.
Talking to himself with a cry in his voice.
"Dad...Mom...did I do something wrong..."
at this moment.
Liu Changqing, who has never shed tears, in this world...
I cried for the first time.
He thought that if his father were here, he would definitely scold him severely, saying that such a big man like him cries like a girl.
The mother might pat his back, scold his father for a few words, and then turn to comfort him.
He never thought he would have to endure this.
He was just forced to come to this world and was forced to accept Liu Changqing's body from this world.
Even though he knows everything, as time goes by, the memory of his parents becomes more and more blurred, and he can't remember them more and more.
In essence, he is just a young man who has just stepped out of school for a few years, an ordinary person who has just moved from family to society.
He has never been able to forgive Li Wanran, and he only thinks that he has no way to make decisions for his dead original body.
Because he could clearly realize the hatred this body had for Li Wanran and her daughter.
That unwillingness, that regret...
And that deep love.
At this moment, in this old house with only him.
Liu Changqing took off all his guard and told the empty room his difficulties as if to vent his feelings.
He really wanted to see his parents again.
I really want to eat a meal cooked by my mother, and also want to drive my own car and go fishing by the river with my father.
Unfortunately there is no way.
Two worlds.
Can't communicate.
Not caring about the dust on the table, Liu Changqing lay on it, mumbling inaudible words.
I don't know how long it took, but the cell phone in his pocket interrupted his venting at this moment.
After Liu Changqing noticed this movement, he was stunned for a moment. After realizing it, he wiped his tears and sniffed his nose hard.
Then he pretended that nothing was wrong and answered the phone.
On the other end of the phone was his wife.
An Yuanyao.
[Changqing, where are you... I couldn’t find you in the study, the food has been prepared. 】
"..."
Listening to his wife's slightly worried voice on the other end of the phone, Liu Changqing seemed to be stunned and said nothing.
He didn't respond until An Yuanyao on the other end of the phone asked again.
"I went out to do some errands, and I'm going back now."
After saying that, he hung up the phone in his hand.
In the room, Liu Changqing sat silently.
He looked at the names of his parents that he had just written on the table in front of him.
Raise your hand.
Wipe it clean.
Then he stood up and put the wooden box back to its original place, leaving only a few photos taken out of it.
He took them all in his hands and then strode out of the room.
Left...this former home.
Finding an open space, Liu Changqing used a cigarette pack with only two cigarettes in it as a igniter and burned the five photos in his hand.
When everything was done, I watched the photos burn silently, adding some paper during the process.
It wasn't until it was completely burned that I got up and returned to the car.
Drive away from this place.
After returning home, as soon as I got off the car, I saw An Yuanyao waiting anxiously in front of the door.
After seeing my husband driving back, I didn't say much.
She just ran in the direction where he was and hugged him tightly.
Liu Changqing, who had just gotten out of the car, almost lost his balance, but fortunately the car was pushing against him, preventing him from falling to the ground.
His body was slightly stiff, and after a while, he hugged the other person with his backhand.
Feel the temperature of the other person's body.
After a long time, Liu Changqing slowly lowered his eyes.