It was Wen Shuhua, standing at the door, hesitating to speak: "Jin Yu."
Jiang Bomei: "Wow!"
"Can I go in?" Wen Shuhua said in an overly cautious tone, and deliberately lowered his posture, even a little humble.
In the end it was the mother, Jiang Jinyu couldn't bear it: "Come in."
Wen Shuhua entered the apartment, unable to hide the disappointment on his face: "Don't you even call your mother now?"
Jiang Jinyu didn't speak, and poured a glass of water for Wen Shuhua.
She sat on the sofa and looked at Jiang Jinyu with a complicated expression: "Jinyu, you go back with your mother, huh?" Her tone was flattering and expectant.
Jiang Jinyu said decisively without hesitation, "I like this place and I don't want to go back."
Wen Shuhua was sad: "What about mother? You don't want it anymore?"
He bowed his head and remained silent for a long time before he whispered, "I've already given you all the shares. If you can't go back, what's the difference?"
Wen Shuhua was speechless for a moment.
The child who was always silent and isolated from the world, when did he grow up, with edges and corners, with thorns, began to defend, and began to break free.
He raised his head, with Wen Shuhua's firmness in his eyes that he had never seen before: "I won't go back to Wen's house. From now on, I will spend time with my sister."
The closed boy has grown up, his wings have gradually grown, he knows good and evil, right and wrong, and he can no longer hold back. Wen Shuhua showed pain on his face: "Jinyu, are you blaming me?"
Jiang Jinyu didn't answer, and ran along Bomei's hair once and for all.
Wen Shuhua was a little anxious: "I'm not partial to your sister, it's just that you are still young, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep those shares, and when you become an adult—"
Jiang Jinyu interrupted: "I don't need it, Wen Shihao just wants to give it to her."
Anyway, in the Wen family, shares are the most important thing.
Wen Shuhua saw his resistance, fearing that it would be counterproductive, so he had no choice but to give up: "If you don't want to go back, you can stay here. Mom won't force you, so can mom come here to see you in the future?"
The only thing she can do is play the family card. After all, she is a mother, after all, she also gave birth to him, raised him and protected him for so many years, no matter what kind of selfishness she has, she still has the grace of giving birth.
Jiang Jinyu nodded in response: "Yes."
Only then did Wen Shuhua feel relieved, got up, and put the things he brought on the dining table: "Where is the kitchen? I brought your favorite soup. I've been stewing it all morning. You drink some first, and put the rest in the refrigerator." .”
Jiang Jinyu frowned slightly, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.
Wen Shuhua went to the kitchen and took out a bowl. The soup in the thermos was still warm. She poured out a bowl and pushed it in front of Jiang Jinyu. Her gaze hurriedly passed over the dining table, and she suddenly froze.
She also stopped moving.
On the other side of the dining table, there is a case of Jiang Jinyu's psychological treatment, and the doctor's diagnosis is written at the end of the page: Healed.
Wen Shuhua was shocked and panicked, the soup in the bowl spilled out, she looked at the boy opposite in disbelief: "Are you cured?"
He turned the case over and covered it with a fruit plate, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed little by little: "Aren't you happy that I'm cured?"
Wen Shuhua was taken aback by the question, and immediately closed his eyes: "Why? Mom is very happy."
are you happy
It's frightening.
Jiang Jinyu didn't speak any more, and drank the soup without saying a word.
Wen Shuhua didn't sit for long, and left after Jiang Jinyu finished drinking a bowl of soup. Wen Shihao was waiting for her in the car outside the community.
Not seeing Jiang Jinyu, Wen Shihao sneered: "He still refuses to go back with us?"
Wen Shuhua was absent-minded: "Yes."
Wen Shi Hao sneered and scolded: "You little white-eyed wolf!"
Wen Shuhua immediately turned her head away: "Good poem!" She scolded sternly, her eyes were red, "I don't allow you to say that about your brother."
Wen Shi didn't take it seriously, and snorted in a cool tone: "Am I wrong? Our Wen family has raised him for so many years, and in the end, he walked away quickly, followed a cheap sister, and forgot all about it." It's clean, what is it if it's not a white-eyed wolf?"
"You!" Wen Shuhua was extremely angry, with a conflicted look on his face. He couldn't bear it for a while, and blurted out, "Anyone in the Wen family can call him a white-eyed wolf, but you can't. How could you be qualified to call him, if it wasn't because of you—"
In the middle of speaking, Wen Shuhua still held back.
Wen Shihao sneered, and said in a disapproving tone, "Because of me? You said it."
Wen Shuhua's eyes dodged and he looked out the window: "Anyway, please remember that he is your younger brother, your blood-related younger brother. If you let me hear such words again, you will spit out his shares to me."
Wen Shi laughed so hard that she didn't take it seriously.
The phone rang, Wen Shihao picked it up, Secretary Tang Jin called out: "Mr. Wen."
Because the bank had two Mr. Wen successively, in private, they both called Wen Shuning as Mr. Wen, and Wen Shihao was called Little Mr. Wen. After Wen Shuning was imprisoned, he couldn't change his title for a while.
"What's up?"
Tang Jin said: "You guessed it right, there are indeed people behind our Wen's scattered shares."
Wen Shihao's eyes darkened, but there was no surprise in her eyes: "How much share?"
"At least five percent."
enough.
Enough for her to get Lin Anzhi down.
Wen Shihao's tone was unhurried: "Who is manipulating?"
Tang Jin paused: "The sixth young master of the Qin family."
She smiled, and said with a clear face: "It really is him." Shi Jin was helping Lin Anzhi behind the scenes. According to his way of handling things, how could he not be prepared.
If he wanted to get rid of Lin Anzhi, he had to move Shi Jin first.
"Then what should we do now?" Tang Jin asked for instructions.
Wen Shi was calm and calm, very calm and composed: "I have my own way."
She hung up the phone.
Wen Shuhua immediately asked, "Are you going to fight Shi Jin?"
Wen Shi was noncommittal and acquiesced.
Wen Shuhua's face changed, and he warned her solemnly: "Don't mess with him, you can't beat him."
Wen Shi really didn't take it seriously, and said with confidence: "Don't worry about it, I have something in my hand that can make him obey."
"What?" Wen Shuhua asked.
She didn't say anything, but smiled, with excitement in her eyes.
Wen Shuhua's eyelids twitched, he had a bad premonition, and he was restless all day long. Probably because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, that night, those past events that had been buried in dust for many years suddenly fell into a dream, overwhelming and menacingly disturbing all nerves.
It was the second day after Jiang Minchang's death. In Jiangbei, someone took Wen's property to a pawn shop, and the police contacted her that day to claim it.
On the phone, the police said: "Ms. Wen, the suspect has also been found."
"who is it?"
"It was a thief who broke into the house. The footprints near the greenhouse completely matched the suspect's, and his fingerprints were also taken on the glass greenhouse."
Because there are no witnesses, this thief is the only person present at the crime scene so far.
At that time, Wen Shuhua had just lost her husband, and was so emotionally upset that she said, "I want to sue him! I want him to be sentenced to death!"
At that time, she thought that the thief was the murderer, even regardless of doubts, she wanted him to die.
On the third day after the incident, the thief's mother came to Wen's house, crying and begging her for mercy.
She vented her anger on others and was furious: "Your son killed someone, and I want him to pay for it!"
The woman knelt down, crying and defending: "It wasn't my son who killed it, not him."
"Mrs. Wen, let him go."
"My son didn't kill him, please let him go, please."
Wen Shuhua didn't want to hear a word, and decided that the thief was the murderer. The more he looked at the woman, the more he felt that she was shameless, and she still had the face to beg for mercy, and ordered the servants: "Get her away immediately!"
"Mrs. Wen!"
"Please spare my son."
"My son didn't kill him, he was wronged, he only stole things, he didn't kill people, he didn't kill people!"
"Mrs. Wen, Mrs. Wen..."
The woman was dragged out by the servants, crying all the way.
Wen Shuhua slammed the teacup on the ground, and when he was furious, his hand was caught. The small hand was Jin Yu.
At that time, he was not yet eight years old, at an innocent age, with bright and clean eyes, he took his mother's hand and said, "Mom, Wen Shi is easy to push."
Wen Shuhua was stunned.
The little child has extremely tough eyes: "Dad is not dead, he can still move." He looked stubborn, obviously very scared, but he said bravely, "It was Wen Shihao who pushed Dad, and he could still move." , she pushed him and then stopped moving."
Children's words, but they speak clearly.
Wen Shuhua turned pale with shock, staring at the child who had only grown to her waist, in disbelief: "Jin Yu, what are you talking about?"
"It was Wen Shihao who pushed him." His eyes were red, he didn't know if he was afraid, and he was about to cry, but he held back, "It wasn't the thief, nor my sister, it was Wen Shihao."
He shouted: "It was her fault!"
Wen Shuhua was stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, the first thing he did was to cover Jiang Jinyu's mouth, and angrily scolded him: "Jinyu, don't talk nonsense!"
He pushed away hard: "I saw it, it's her!"
"She pushed it!"
Wen Shuhua grabbed his arm and covered his mouth tightly with one hand: "Don't talk nonsense! Shut up if you hear me, shut up!"
After all, it was a seven or eight-year-old child, very scared, hiding in the room and crying.
A week after the incident.
That day, Wen's family had a visitor, Wen Shuhua dismissed all the servants, and led the visitor upstairs to her bedroom.
The door was not closed tightly, and she didn't pay attention, there was a small figure hiding behind the door.
"What's the real cause of death?" Wen Shuhua asked.
The other party was in her forties, a fat woman named Xue Pinghua, who was the forensic doctor in charge of the Wen family's murder. She said: "Depressed skull fracture, leading to intracranial hemorrhage and death."
Wen Shuhua was surprised: "Didn't you get stabbed in the stomach?"
Xue Pinghua explained: "Although there was a lot of blood coming out of the abdomen, it did not hurt the vitals, and it was not fatal." She added, "The real cause of death was indeed intracranial hemorrhage."
After listening, she was silent for a long time before she got up, took out a white envelope from the drawer in front of the dressing cabinet, and handed it to Xue Pinghua: "Ms. Xue, in the autopsy report, I hope that the cause of death will be written as death from abdominal bleeding."
Xue Pinghua hesitated for a short time, took the envelope, opened it, looked at the denomination of the check inside, and then nodded: "I understand."
At this time, the servant outside the door suddenly shouted: "Young master."
Wen Shuhua in the room suddenly raised his head, only to find that the door was opened a little, and looked back at Xue Pinghua, she put the envelope away, Wen Shuhua opened the door, and ordered the servants: "Ask the driver to see you off."
"It's Madam."
After Xue Pinghua left, she sent other servants away, waved to Jiang Jinyu, and called him: "Jinyu, come here."
He entered the room timidly.
She stood in front of him: "what did you hear?"
Seven or eight-year-old children don't know much yet, and they don't know how to lie: "You gave that person money."
She corrected: "You read it wrong, it's not money."
He shook his head: "It's money, I can recognize the check."
At that time, although Jin Yu was young, he knew things early and had a stubborn temper.
Wen Shuhua squatted in front of him, and could only coax: "Jinyu, don't tell others anything, no matter what you see, don't open your mouth, just pretend you didn't see anything, pretend you don't know anything."
He was ignorant, but stubborn: "But my sister pushed Dad."
She was instantly annoyed and shouted at him, "She didn't!"
"she has!"
"you-"
He didn't listen, stared at his mother, and shouted at the top of his voice: "It's her, she is a bad person! The police don't arrest my sister Shengsheng, arrest her, she is the big villain!"
Wen Shuhua raised his hand and slapped him on the face: "Shut up!"
He was quiet and his eyes were red.
Wen Shuhua couldn't bear it, turned his head aside, and made up his mind: "If you dare to speak nonsense again, mother will not want you!"
After all, when you are young, you will be afraid.
He covered his mouth, not daring to cry, sobbing softly.
Later, Jin Yu didn't talk much, and hid when he saw his mother. After a few days, he fell ill, and his mother brought an old grandfather and said, "Jin Yu, this is a doctor, here to treat you."
He stepped back and covered his head with the quilt.
Wen Shuhua covered his mouth, almost cried, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, gritted his teeth, and pulled him out of the quilt: "Grandpa will cure you, and you will be fine."
He timidly hid back and said no.
Wen Shuhua hugged him, cried and said: "Jinyu, I'm sorry, mother shouldn't hit you, it's all because of mother's fault."
He stopped struggling, looked up at his mother, stretched out his hand, wiped her tears, and said softly: "Mom, Jin Yu didn't lie, it was really my sister who pushed her."
Wen Shuhua cried bitterly.
"Mom, don't cry."
"I'll stop talking nonsense, stop talking..."
After putting Jinyu to sleep, Wen Shuhua came out of the room and wiped away his tears: "Doctor Qiao, can you make him forget something?"
Doctor Qiao hesitated: "Young master is still too young, if you are a little careless, I'm afraid there will be accidents."
She clasped her palms and was silent for a long time: "Then is there any way to keep him from speaking?"
"Is Madam afraid that the young master will talk nonsense?" Dr. Qiao struggled for a long time, a little unbearable, he hesitated, "There is a way."
"Say it."
Afterwards, Jin Yu didn't speak anymore, and hid in his room, even in the closet, without seeing strangers or saying a word.
It took a full year before he spoke again, and it was only a few words. If he was not asked, he would keep silent, always sitting alone, with his head bowed, doing some repetitive movements.
One day, Wen Shuhua asked him: "Jinyu, do you still remember about the green house?"
He raised his head, there was no wave in his eyes.
She was worried, and asked again: "Jin Yu, you answer Mom, do you remember?"
He lowered his head and shook.
Only then did she remember that Jin Yu hadn't called her mother for a long time.
A psychiatrist diagnosed me with autism and social anxiety.
Since then, doctors have often come and gone in Wen's house. In the children's room on the second floor, there are many bottles and cans, all of which are Jinyu's medicines. He doesn't speak and is afraid of strangers, so he never went to school again. , no friends, no playmates, always sitting alone, I don’t know what to look at, my eyes are empty, there is no shadow.
Once, just after the psychiatrist left, Wen Shuning joked, "Sister, you are really ruthless."
Wen Shuhua didn't understand, so: "What did you say?"
"Didn't you make your son autistic?" Wen Shuning narrowed his eyes, expressing meaning.
Wen Shuhua immediately turned pale: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Wen Shuning leaned on the handrail of the stairs, folded his hands and calmed down: "If not, why are there so many psychiatrists, but none of them can treat him well, and they will prescribe medicine every day."
Wen Shuhua looked nervous: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Her outraged look was more like a bluff.
Wen Shuning smiled: "I don't know what you are doing yet."
Of course, she wouldn't tell the old man that she couldn't wish for more. A sick child, no matter how much the old man likes boys, he can't reuse him.
On the second floor, the siblings were confronting each other again.
After Jinyu suffered from autism, he stopped talking and caring about others, and was indifferent to anyone, but when he saw Wen Shihao, his empty eyes were full of hatred and anger.
Wen Shihao didn't like Jin Yu in the first place, but after he closed himself, she hated him even more: "Why are you staring!"
After being ill for a year, he was thin, with staring eyes, and with a tender voice, he scolded her word by word: "Bad, human."
The girl snorted, with contempt in her eyes: "Go away, you idiot!"