Late summer mornings are cool, especially in places like the cemetery where the sun is not yet shining.
The wind blowing from the mountains has a special dull smell.
He Jueyun followed Qiong Cang all the way and came with her to a position near the middle. He watched Qiong squat down and placed the bouquets in his hands in front of two adjacent tombstones.
Gray slate and white chrysanthemum, the existence of people after death will become so simple.
He Jueyun remembered what Qiong Cang had said before, that she was on the verge of bankruptcy because she bought two cemeteries, which should be here.
It's just that he doesn't understand what this has to do with Li Yujia.
He bent down and leaned closer to the tombstone to check the inscription on it.
Waiting to see the words above, stunned.
"They are..."
Qiong nodded and said, "A year ago, she happily told me that her son was about to be released from prison.
However, she has been waiting for ten years. She is very nervous. She doesn't know how to face it and what kind of attitude to use to protect her son, so as not to make him feel uncomfortable with the alienated family, but also to persuade him He accepts the new life as soon as possible.
I said, I haven't majored in psychology, I don't know.
However, he should be able to understand your tolerance for him. "
He Jueyun heard her words and knew that Qiongcang had an unusual relationship with this lady named "Jiang Ling".
When she mentioned this person, her tone would fluctuate, and her eyes would be sad when she looked at this cold tombstone.
Xie Qimeng felt that she was an impersonal person who lacked empathy, which was obviously not the case.
He Jueyun's thoughts drifted away, and Qiong Cang said, "During her son's ten years in prison, she never gave up her appeal.
She always believed that her son was wronged because Fan Huai advocated for her like this.
As a mother, she can only rely on the trust in her son to persevere.
However, until Fan Huai was released from prison, they did not find any evidence to turn the tables. "
Qiong's fingers flicked over the photo, wiping the dust off it.
The woman in the photo has bright facial features and a bright smile. It is a passport photo taken when she was young.
Because after Fan Huai was imprisoned, she never took beautiful photos again.
Qiong stood up and took a step back.
"Since Fan Huai is about to be released from prison, she hopes that everything can pass, even if there is no so-called truth.
Running for such a long time made her understand that if she kept clinging to something without results, she might waste the rest of her life.
Fan Huai is still young, he is only 26 years old.
Ten years is also a long time, and many people have forgotten what happened in those days.
She felt that maybe everything could start all over again. "
Fatigue can be compromised.
What is desperate is that the person who finally chose to compromise, in the end, found that what was waiting for her was still the same ending.
He Jueyun sighed: "For the unfortunate, fate is a labyrinth."
I don't know when it will suddenly turn.
You thought, you were driving a shortcut to the future.
But you don't know, maybe it's just a trap set by hunters.
Even as you face every inflection point with trepidation, the exit is where it goes against you.
"I never thought that the so-called fresh start was an optimistic idea.
The essence is nothing but wishful escape. "
Qiong Cang sneered and said, "But in this world, cowardice is not a mistake.
For Jiang Ling, that was her best result, I can understand.
But for some, it's just beginning.
How could the water that was about to boil calm down according to her wishes? "
He Jueyun looked at her back in the morning light and asked, "What kind of person do you think Fan Huai is?"
Qiong Cang thought for a while, then raised his head and commented: "Fan Huai is a genius with a partiality.
When he was in school, his grades were always mediocre. That was because the school did not have any suitable courses for him, and he himself did not like the learning atmosphere of the campus.
He's one of those classy, lively, boozy, but not annoying students.
Everyone has it.
But in fact, his spatial thinking ability is very good, far beyond ordinary people, which is why he can avoid all surveillance and escape from the close siege of the police without planning. "
Qiong Cang said: "I have no direct contact with him. If you ask me what kind of person he is, I can't give you an objective answer except for academic evaluation.
Because everything I know about him comes from Jiang Ling.
And Jiang Ling's evaluation of him, presumably you will not accept it. "
He Jueyun: "Why did you accept him as a student in the first place?"
Qiong Cang said: "Fan Huai saw me in a certain scientific journal, was very curious about me, and wrote me a letter with a tentative attitude, but I didn't receive it.
Later he asked his mother to deliver the letter for him. "
Qiong said that the voice stopped.
She remembered the scene when she saw Jiang Ling for the first time.
At that time, she had already started to live independently, but because she had not been taught by adults, her life was worse.
She learned and grew up in that rough and bad environment, discarded everything she thought was superfluous, and became a weirdo in the eyes of the public.
The character is sullen, the attitude is cold, the sloppy, sloppy and dark.
Very few people approached her, and very few people cared about her.
Courtesy of social etiquette is the greatest friendliness she can get.
She has seen fear and disgust in the expressions of countless people, and she doesn't like them either.
At that time, Jiang Ling stood humbly at her door with a letter in hand.
After a while, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The stairwell windows of the dormitory building are wide open, and at night, the temperature plummets.
Qiongcang was not based on empathy for Jiang Ling, but because of the displeasure of being constantly disturbed, he opened the door in the past.
Seeing her, Jiang Ling's clearly young but already wrinkled face first showed surprise, dispelling the fatigue on his face, and then surprised, looking up and down at the sky for a long time.
Apparently she didn't know that her son's so-called "teacher A" was just a girl who looked much smaller than her son and was obviously malnourished.
Qionggong waited for a while, and seeing that she didn't speak, he closed the door indifferently.
In a hurry, Jiang Ling stuck his hand in.
The door panel squeezed his fingers heavily, and Jiang Ling let out a painful cry, but he successfully stopped Qiong Qiong's refusal.
Qiongcang looked at her coldly, trying to find out her true purpose.
"It's nothing, don't be afraid.
I was just in a daze, I caught my hand. "
Jiang Ling gasped because of the pain, stuffed the letter into his arms, freed one hand to press the swollen knuckle, and showed a friendly smile to the sky.
She asked, "Are there any adults in your family?"
Qiong tilted his head.
It was the first time I saw this embarrassing, flattering, kind, and indescribable expression from a stranger.
She felt a sincerity that was different from others from this woman.
She can never feel wrong.
That's why she didn't drive this woman out.
"Let me tidy up your room for you."
Jiang Ling said, "Did you not throw out the kitchen rubbish
I seem to smell sewage. "
Qiongcang remained silent, and gave way a little bit.
Jiang Ling walked into the room and found that the situation was a little more serious than she had imagined.
She put her hands in her hands and accidentally kicked the piles of takeaway boxes on the ground with her toes, and the situation ahead was worse than the door.
She turned her head to look at the sky.
Qiong Cang asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Ling looked at her, stretched out his hand and tugged at the t-shirt neckline around her neck, and said with a smile, "I'll go buy you two clothes first.
What kind of clothes do you like? "
Qiong Cang's lips moved, and he raised his eyebrows unaccustomedly.
She read the happy emotion from Jiang Ling's face, which made her think it was her own illusion.
"it's the same."
Qiong Cang said at the time, "Whatever."
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He Jueyun's dull voice interrupted her thoughts, and he asked, "Did you know his mother from that time?"
"Yes."
Qiong Qiong raised the corners of his lips, "She was very kind to me.
Her daughter went to college, got married before graduation, estranged from her, and her son was in prison, unable to accompany her.
She is lonely and wants to be needed.
She is a gentle person.
It's a pity that her life experience made everyone who knew her refuse to accept her tenderness.
It just so happened that I didn't seem to be cared for, so she extended her mother's love to me. "
Qiongcang accepted Fan Huai as his student just because of Jiang Ling's face, and gave him serious guidance.
At first, she didn't have any special feelings for the student who couldn't meet her, she just felt that such behavior could offset Jiang Ling's "nanny fee".
She doesn't like to owe others.
However, Jiang Ling also taught her a lot.
This middle-aged woman is always rambling, has endless words to talk about, and shows her care in every little thing.
She influences the sky subtly and unconsciously constitutes a turning point in her monotonous life.
It even gave her the illusion of family.
Under her influence, Qiong began to become decent and polite.
She knows that clothes need to be washed and changed frequently, that it is not a correct way to wear T-shirts, and that quality of life is needed, and maintaining hygiene is a good habit.
Know that optimism is an attitude and humor is a virtue.
Even under her recommendation, she studied the Daquan of Chinese and Foreign Jokes.
Although it didn't come in handy.
The voice of the sky floats in the wind in small pieces, but every word is very clear.
"She is very careful to find a balance, to live in this fragile and turbulent world.
"But, more than four months ago, her daughter died and his son became a murderous murderer again.
All the evidence proves that he is a vicious and unforgivable person.
So she also committed suicide. "
A man who lost his faith left this world with unbearable pain.
He Jueyun glanced at the date recorded on the tombstone, and it was all bright red on April 3.
That was the day Fan Huai was arrested by the police all over the city.
"She called me on the phone before she died and said, 'I'm sorry, maybe, I shouldn't let you teach my son.
'. "
Qiong Cang's smile was pale, "I think her apology is inexplicable.
It is impossible for me to judge the past because of what happened in the future.
And humans shouldn't evaluate processes solely in terms of outcomes.
I do not think that the knowledge I have taught has led Fan Huai to go astray, and he will not regret it.
If I had been distracted and encouraged her a little more, maybe she would have persevered. "
He Jueyun looked at the bloodless lips in the sky and the thin body that seemed to be blown over by the wind, and an unspeakable astringency was born in his heart.
The sunlight that strafeed over the top of the mountain covered her with a translucent golden coat.
For the first time, He Jueyun felt so strongly that this person, she was the same as ordinary people.
She is neither calm nor indifferent, she just habitually faces the world with silence.
She doesn't show her emotions to others, it doesn't mean she's indifferent.
A duckweed-like young man and a mother who can't find a home.
He Jueyun could even imagine the two of them clumsily supporting each other and seeking comfort from each other.
They have played a bigger role in their respective lives than they ever imagined.
He Jueyun listened to his voice and said dryly, "Do you believe that Fan Huai is innocent?"
He Jueyun's question caused Qiong Haosheng to be in a trance.
Qiongcang remembered that Jiang Ling would occasionally tell her about Fan Huai's case at that time.
Jiang Ling always lacked communication with others. Her daughter did not want to live in those worlds of self-deception for a long time, so she tried not to mention it in front of her daughter.
But to strangers in society, she can't tell others that her son who has been sentenced by the court is actually innocent. She feels that it is too disrespectful to the deceased.
It was only when she faced the precocious and silent firmament that her uncontrollable desire to talk gradually emerged.
She didn't actually want the approval of the sky, she only needed the silence of the sky.
Out of curiosity, Qiongcang went to check the relevant materials of the year, and when Jiang Ling mentioned it again, he said to her: "I have checked the case of Fan Huai.
At that time, the witnesses and physical evidence were very complete. The witnesses had nothing to do with each other, and had no grievances with Fan Huai. The evidence and logic of the case were very harmonious, and the possibility of an unjust case was very low. "
Jiang Ling seemed to be frightened.
Her face suddenly turned pale, as if she was afraid that she would say the next sentence.
He faltered and said, "Yes... Really
He… he… maybe. "
Qiong was also surprised to see such a big reaction from her.
She quickly thought that there may be countless people who have said similar words to Jiang Ling, and the words that follow will not be so pleasant.
So she added: "Unless the real murderer has a lot of energy."
Probably because she was not good at lying, and the way she spoke was too contrary to her heart, Jiang Ling did not believe it, and fell into a huge panic because of this sentence.
She is really kind, and she accepts the moral punishment of the family members of criminals by social morality, accepting that it is a crime cost.
After waiting for a long time, Jiang Ling never mentioned this matter again, and Qiong Cang knew that his unintentional act at the time might have hurt her.
Qiong Cang's fingers moved slightly, and she clenched it into a fist and pressed it in the palm of her hand: "I never judge others by the illusory standard of good or bad.
I only believe in evidence and facts.
If Jiang Ling is so obsessed with the so-called truth, I am also very interested. "
He Jueyun gave her a deep look, and then said, "Are you free on Wednesday?"
Qiongqing lowered his chin and thanked him.
He Jueyun still has a problem that he can't figure out.
He raised his hand and pressed the root of his nose, concealing the sourness in his eyes, and asked, "Why did you ask me for help?"
They don't really know each other, do they
Qiong Cang said sincerely: "Because you are a good person."
If only this sentence was enough, she had to add: "It's easier to deceive."
He Jueyun suddenly felt like a heart attack.
"Good people" is what they are used to make a derogatory term.
Qiong Qi smiled simply across from him.