The email was sent to Zhou Qin's public work mailbox. Because of work, Zhou Qin has the habit of checking emails every night before going to bed.
At first, when she saw this email named "Happy New Year" sent from an unfamiliar mailbox, Zhou Qin only thought it was a blessing from a student.
Unexpectedly, there was no signature in the text of the email, only a sentence "Mr. Zhou, please check your New Year's gift", and the email came with a mysterious attachment. Without thinking too much, Zhou Qin downloaded the attachment and opened the photo curiously with a smile on his face.
The next moment, her smile suddenly froze on her face, the blood in her body seemed to cool down in an instant, and her complexion gradually turned pale.
Attached are just a few photos. The first photo was taken at night, with bad pixels and very blurry. It can only be vaguely distinguished that the location is at the gate of Jingnan University. The photo was taken from the front angle of the car. You can see the silhouettes of two long-haired women sitting in a white car. One of the women sitting in the driver's seat approached the woman in the passenger seat sideways. Cheek to cheek, like kissing intimately. The pixels were too blurry, Zhou Qin couldn't see the face at all, but she could see the license plate number clearly.
We have known each other for many years, and we know each other by heart—it is Xiao Wanqing's car.
If the woman in the driver's seat was Xiao Wanqing, then who was the woman who was kissed beside her
Zhou Qin's heart was trembling, and he dared not think deeply.
The second and third photos have clear pixels and beautiful scenery. They were taken by the river and seaside. One is two women with fluttering hair sitting side by side on the embankment with their backs facing each other. They each made a semicircle on their heads, forming a heart. The other is still the two women, fingers intertwined walking in the narrow alley, the young girl tilted her head to look at the slim woman beside her, revealing delicate and soft profile lines, affectionate .
Just looking at the hair color, only looking at the figure, his daughter, his friend for nearly twenty years, how could Zhou Qin not recognize their backs. The last two photos look like they were taken when they traveled together on National Day.
If you just look at the last two photos, even if Zhou Qin feels that Lin Xian's vague emotions in the third photo are a bit too gentle and the atmosphere is a bit too ambiguous, she will definitely not think about other aspects. But with the first photo, Zhou Qin had to think more.
Maybe the first photo is just a matter of angle? Zhou Qin struggled to explain himself.
But the past began to gradually resurface in her mind, Lin Xian's extraordinary tenderness every time she talked about Xiao Wanqing, the unusual intimacy between Lin Xian and Xiao Wanqing, and the love that she found at Xiao Wanqing's house. Items that come in pairs remind me of Lin Xian’s sudden change of mind and her refusal to go abroad, her secretive phone calls at home, and several times to test her about non-marriage and homosexuality...
Scenes of the past are connected in series to piece together a shocking answer. Why did Xiao Wanqing fall out with her parents back then, and why has she never heard her talk about her love life in these years? The doubts that had been suppressed in my heart for many years suddenly seemed to have an explanation.
Zhou Qin's heart sank to the bottom with a thud, and the fingertips holding the mouse were trembling slightly. The doubts and apprehensions in his heart were like an inflated balloon, which was getting bigger and bigger, and was about to explode.
No, it's impossible, Zhou Qin stared at the photo on the screen, gritted his teeth tightly, and couldn't breathe. Even if Xiao Wanqing is gay, with her temperament and personality, it is impossible and she should not do anything to Xianxian! How old is Xianxian, Xianxian is her niece, she trusts her so much, and handed Lin Xian to her with her own hands, it is impossible for her to treat herself like this.
Unbelievable, apprehensive, fearful, annoyed, and outraged were all intertwined, and it dazzled her mind, so that she didn't even have time to think about who sent the email and what was her intention.
She closed the notebook forcefully, clenching her fists, her nails digging deep into her palm without realizing it. She hurriedly left the study and ran to the bedroom, not caring that Lin Zhan had already fallen asleep, she turned on the headlight in the bedroom with a "click", came to the bed in three steps, and pulled it away with a big movement. I opened the drawer of the bedside table, and rummaged through the things in the drawer.
"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night." Lin Zhan was inevitably woken up, sighed and complained while half asleep.
"Do you remember where I put the spare key of her house that Xiao Wan gave me before?" Zhou Qin asked in a tense voice.
Lin Zhan looked at her sideways, and asked strangely, "What are you looking for at this time for no reason?"
"Don't ask! Just tell me, do you know where it is?!" Zhou Qin said angrily with a sudden irritability, raising his volume. "I'm dumb after asking for directions, what can you know, you can sleep with you." Zhou Qin turned impatiently and went to look elsewhere.
Lin Zhan was awakened inexplicably, and was ridiculed again. He was also a little angry, and said in a low voice: "Zhou Qin, please speak carefully, it is in the drawer of the study desk. What are you going to do? What happened?"
Zhou Qin's voice trembled imperceptibly, turned around and glanced at her husband, and said with difficulty: "It's best that nothing happens. I'll tell you when I go to Xiao Wan's house. Go to sleep."
"Aren't you going to bed yet? Is there anything we can't talk about tomorrow? It's midnight, so it's impossible for you to go find Xiao Wan now, right?"
Zhou Qin's footsteps paused, yes, we have to wait until dawn... It's best, it's best to have nothing. There is nothing, she broke in now, how should I explain it
However, thinking of Lin Xian and the possible absurd relationship between Lin Xian and Xiao Wanqing, every minute and every second now is too much for her, and she can't wait for a moment.
Zhou Qin took a deep breath, turned around and said to Lin Zhan: "Go to sleep." Then, she went back to the study to get the key, went to the cloakroom to change clothes casually, and took the clothes she had prepared. The New Year's gift brought back from abroad by the trustee, who was planning to deliver to Xiao Wanqing in a few days, left the door in a hurry.
In the quiet night, she stared at the key, and drove to Xiao Wanqing's house with a stern expression.
"Sister, grandma... Grandma is dying soon." Xia Zhiqi's crying voice came from the phone.
Xia Zhijin's body went limp, she staggered a little while walking, and almost fell to her knees.
She leaned on the wall to stabilize her body, her fingertips turned white vigorously, and tried to calm her voice: "Don't cry, Zhiqi, just talk about it, what's the matter."
Xia Zhiqi came with the ambulance. She was sitting alone on a chair outside the emergency room of the county hospital. The moment she heard her sister's reassuring voice, she cried even more embarrassingly and out of breath. "Sister... grandma, grandma has a cerebral hemorrhage and is currently being rescued in the county hospital." She had called Xia Zhijin many times before, but the phone was always turned off.
In an instant, Xia Zhijin's whole body's strength seemed to be emptied by something, and the hand propped on the wall slowly slid down, his mind was buzzing, and tears streamed down his face. But the reality didn't have time for her to be vulnerable, so she quickly sniffed her nose, ignoring her tired body that seemed to be passing out, stood up straight, and ran downstairs quickly, comforting her. The younger sister said: "Zhiqi, don't be afraid, I'll be there right away, you watch grandma's situation, wait for me."
She carried her handbag, took out the car keys, and left Shi's mansion in a hurry before she had time to say hello to Shiman who was sleeping.
Along the way, she drove at the fastest speed in her life, and didn't even care if a camera filmed her speeding, and rushed to the hospital at lightning speed.
In the hospital, grandma is still in the emergency room. The younger sister sat alone at the door, her thin body curled up into a ball, her head bowed and her arms hugged, sobbing.
With just one glance, Xia Zhijin's heart seemed to be gouged out by a knife, and tears overflowed uncontrollably again.
Zhiqi is only fifteen years old. When others were still enjoying the love of her parents, she already lost her father and mother. Now, even the grandma she has been relying on has had an accident. The sky is falling. She should have How scared.
She stepped forward and hugged Xia Zhiqi, let the girl lean into her arms, and sobbed to comfort her: "Zhiqi, sister is here, sorry, sister is late..."
Xia Zhiqi hugged Xia Zhijin, and burst into tears, apologizing: "Sister, it's my fault, I should have found out earlier, grandma has been complaining about headaches for several days, and I didn't even feel alert at all... Sister, am I special?" Not being filial is because I don’t care enough, it’s because I’m not good... "
Xia Zhijin's throat was choked and she was almost out of breath. She hugged the girl tightly, patted her on the back, and comforted her in a trembling voice: "No, it's not your fault, Zhiqi, you did a good job. It's mine. Wrong, I didn't take good care of grandma, and I didn't take good care of you either."
Since she went to high school, she didn't have much time to be with them. Shi Zhiqi took on the responsibility of taking care of her grandma at a young age. After going to college, she was busy with work, busy with her study and love life, and spent less and less time with them. This time, she hasn't seen grandma and Zhiqi for almost half a year. Grandma's illness couldn't have happened suddenly, but she didn't know it at all. Xia Zhijin blamed herself extremely, guilt and shame engulfed her heart.
The door of the rescue room finally opened, and the gray-faced old man was pushed out. Xia Zhijin and Xia Zhiqi immediately stood up and greeted him with tears in their eyes.
The doctor asked, "Who is the patient's guardian?"
Xia Zhijin replied in a low voice, "It's me." She patted Xia Zhiqi's hand and asked Xia Zhiqi to follow grandma's hospital bed, and followed the doctor to the office.
The doctor said: "The person was rescued, but it was sent too late, the condition is still very bad, and he is not completely out of danger. It may be difficult to wake up."
Xia Zhijin trembled as if struck by lightning, and froze.
The doctor has seen too many such things, and continued to declare calmly with a numb expression: "The patient is also older, and the risk of surgery is too high, so he can only be treated conservatively. You must be mentally prepared. You should pay the fee first." The girl was very young, and he was worried that she would be overwhelmed for a while, so he didn't speak clearly. If the follow-up situation is not good, the hospital will suggest to give up the rescue, so as not to lose money and people.
"Doctor, please, save her, I am willing to pay any amount." After experiencing her mother's departure, she knew what the subtext behind the doctor's words was. Xia Zhijin's body was on the verge of falling, her throat tightened and she begged helplessly.
The doctor sighed, pointed to the only way out that was still hopeless and said to her: "The county hospital has limited conditions after all. If you have the conditions, try transferring to another hospital."
Xia Zhijin didn't know how she mechanically walked out of the doctor's office and walked out of grandma's intensive care unit. She looked through the glass at the lifeless old man inside, who would never look at her with those cloudy but loving eyes again, and her heart was pierced.
Zhi Qi was still looking at her anxiously and expectantly, she bit her lip, not daring to let herself cry. She held back her tears, touched Xia Zhiqi's head and comforted her with difficulty: "It's okay, it will be fine, Zhiqi, don't be afraid. There's a sister here, go sleep for a while."
"I won't go, I want to watch grandma here..." The girl stared at the old man inside with red eyes. "That's what you told me before. Then, when I woke up after a nap, my mother was gone."
Every word pierced my heart, and before Xia Zhijin could hide it, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She turned her head in embarrassment, afraid of being seen by her sister, she said in a low voice: "Then you wait here, and my sister will contact you about the transfer."
She seemed to be running away, covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying, quickly ran out of Xia Zhiqi's sight, ran to the corner, leaned against the wall, and slowly collapsed, crying silently, tearing up. Heartbroken.
Where does she have any channels, and where does she have any savings that can be used for such expensive treatment in the intensive care unit. She had to admit her incompetence. At such a moment, the first thing she could think of and rely on was that the time was up.
However, when she took out her mobile phone, put aside all her self-esteem and reserve, and helplessly called Shiman twice for help, what was waiting for her was still the ruthless mechanical female voice: "Hello, the person you dialed The phone is off."
Under the pale light, Xia Zhijin's face was as pale as paper, with an unusual flush, and his eyes were bloodshot. She tasted the salty taste of her tears, and smiled bitterly, feeling disheartened.