The door to the room was still closed. In just two days, Mrs. Jian had a lot more white hair on her head.
She told Jian Wanjun, "Break in, at least to see how her son is doing now."
Although her husband, Jian Si, and her son's friends all said that it was absolutely impossible for her son to commit suicide, Mrs. Jian was still worried. It was her son, and she felt heartbroken.
Even if it's not suicide, it's been two days without food or drink. It's so unbearable for a person!
Jian Wanjun patted his wife on the shoulder and said, "Tomorrow... If he doesn't come out tomorrow, he will force his way in no matter what."
Jian Wanjun didn't suggest letting people break in because he knew his son well, and as a man, he knew that his son needed time to accept this cruel reality.
And their relatives should also give him an independent space to let him accept and get used to this pain.
Jian Wanjun could understand why Jian Zechuan had such a big reaction after learning about Xin Ai's death.
If he didn't cherish the woman he liked when she was alive, and then he suddenly realized it after she died, oh... I have always liked her in my heart.
This is not only sadness, but also regret and guilt.
Because it was irreversible, the pain was even more heart-piercing.
Jian Wanjun
Sighing, you said, who would have thought that that girl who was vulgar, money-worshiping, and had no merit in her body would defeat all the wealthy daughters and become the woman that his son could not let go of the most.
Who would have thought that things in the world are unpredictable, and a good person will be gone if he quits!
After waiting for another day, Jian Zechuan still hadn't come out. Jian Wanjun couldn't wait any longer. If he didn't go in without eating or drinking for three days, he would die.
He wanted his son to come out on his own, but if he couldn't, then he, the father, couldn't watch him die in it.
Jian Wanjun asked Jian Si to bring someone over to prepare to pry open the door.
They were all ready, and just when they were about to take action, the door suddenly opened from the inside.
Jian Zechuan's figure appeared in front of everyone, and everyone was stunned for a moment.
There were about ten people blocking the door, including Jian Wanjun and his wife. They all held their breath and did not dare to say a word.
Finally, it was Mrs. Jian who asked tremblingly: "Son... you... are you okay..."
"It's okay!" Jian Zechuan's voice was hoarse and weak. Except for the fact that his face didn't look well, his overall spirits were okay. At least, he was much better than they expected.
Moreover, he unexpectedly took a shower, and his hair was wet and dripping with water.
Mrs. Jian and the others thought that Jian Zechuan must be grief-stricken and in pain.
But... when he opened the door
Appearing in front of them, unexpectedly... the situation was not as bad as they thought.
They should have breathed a sigh of relief, but unfortunately, looking at his stagnant and dark eyes, they couldn't let out the breath of relief they had just begun, which made them even more worried.
If Jian Zechuan can show the scene of grief, at least he is venting.
However, Jian Zechuan did not, and his calmness was even more worrying.
In those eyes, the cold light of the past was no longer visible, as if the magic weapon had become mute and could no longer emit its dazzling brilliance.
Mrs. Jian looked at her son in front of her, her throat seemed to be blocked by a hard object, stuck there, uncomfortable and painful.
She asked tentatively: "Son, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something..."
"Um!"
Jian Zechuan actually agreed. While Mrs. Jian was shocked, she waved her hand and asked Jian Si and the others to bring over all the fresh meals they had been preparing.
"Then... then you eat quickly... eat quickly..."
Jian Zechuan sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and finished his meal under Mrs. Jian's caring eyes.
After eating, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Let's go."
Mrs. Jian hurriedly asked: "Son, you...where are you going."
Jian Zechuan's red eyes looked at his parents: "You go back first, I still have something to do."
Mrs. Jian still wanted to ask, but Jian Wanjun grabbed her arm.
Jian Wan
Jun nodded: "Okay, go ahead."
He and his wife sent Jian Zechuan downstairs and watched him leave in the car.
Before leaving, Jian Wanjun took one more look at Jian Si and asked him to take good care of him.
After they left, Mrs. Jian hurriedly asked: "What did you ask just now that I was not allowed to ask? What if he goes to a dangerous place?"
Jian Wanjun put his arms around his wife's shoulders and sighed: "Except for that room, no place is dangerous. If he can come out, it means that he knows what he should do in the future. At this time, don't press him too hastily. It's appropriate. Just care, let him do whatever he wants to do, and let her do something to vent."
It was not easy for Jian Zechuan to get out of that house. Jian Wanjun didn't know what kind of torture he had been going through in his heart during the past three days.
Maybe it's like hell, in dire straits, struggling in pain, despair and regret.
Finally, he opened the door, walked out, and chose to accept Xin Ai's death. At the same time, he also accepted the torture that he would endure in the future...
On the way, Jian Si asked: "Where are you going, Mr. Third?"
Jian Zechuan said calmly: "Cemetery."
Jian Si's hand holding the steering wheel shook. Of course he knew where the graveyard the third master mentioned was.
He also knew that if the third master walked out of the room, he would definitely go to see Xin Ai.
Jian Si took a breath quietly and looked in the direction of the cemetery.
It was cloudy today, and it started to rain lightly before we even drove to the right place.
Jian Zechuan looked sideways out of the window. It was also raining the night Xin Ai had a car accident.
The moment the car collided, the moment the fire burned her body, how desperate she was. He couldn't understand that she was so afraid of pain. How scared she must have been at that time
The place in Jian Zechuan's heart that had been in severe pain became even more painful.
However, his pain may not be even one-tenth of what Xin Ai felt before.
Finally arriving at the place, Jian Si stopped the car, got out of the car, opened the umbrella, and wanted to help Jian Zechuan open the door.
But as soon as he opened the umbrella, Jian Zechuan had already come down and walked forward past him.
Jian Si quickly caught up: "Third Master, I... I will take you there..."
Arriving in front of Xin Ai's tombstone, Jian Zechuan stopped.
Jian Si tried to get close to him several times to protect him from the rain, but he pushed him away.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Jian Zechuan remained motionless, his frosty face expressionless, his pale lips pursed tightly, and his eyes reflected Xin Ai's photo on the tombstone.
The photo Su Xiaoling chose was taken when they were freshmen.
At that time, Xin Ai was still a shy, introverted, innocent and kind-hearted girl. The sweet smile on her lips could make people laugh along with her.
Jian Zechuan suddenly remembered that he still didn't have a photo of Xin Ai on his phone.
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