Wang Man clenched his arm tightly, relieved himself a little bit of pain, and gradually fell into a coma.
…
Zhou Shengchen's mother sat down again and spoke softly to Wen Xing on the bed.
The ward was too suffocating, and the shock after the sadness made her a little unbearable. Shiyi deleted Wen Xing's recording and put his phone by the window. Walking over, quietly leaning against Zhou Shengchen's side.
Outside the ward, Uncle Lin arranged Wen Xing's funeral in an orderly manner.
Time passed bit by bit, quickly and slowly.
When everything was in order, Wen Xing was taken away from the hospital, ready to be buried in Zhenjiang. By the time everything was arranged and everyone left the hospital, it was already 4:30 in the morning.
The darkest time before dawn.
Zhou Shengchen's mother stayed in the hospital, accompanied Zhou Wenchuan and Wang Man. When they walked out of the hospital building, the criminal police guarding underneath began to go forward routinely, asking to register where everyone left. Mei Xing never said a word, but at this time there was a conflict with them. Du Feng pushed aside his own people and stepped forward and said, "Sorry, Mr. Zhou Sheng, Mr. Mei, we just need to know where you are going. It's just a routine matter. ."
Zhou Shengchen glanced at Du Feng, and Uncle Lin immediately stepped forward and negotiated in a low voice.
Their people, and Zhou Shengchen, were separated by Uncle Lin, but they never had any language communication. In this repressive silence, Du Feng suddenly became confused.
Shiyi heard a very familiar voice, Hong Xiaoyu
Du Feng heard it at the same time she heard it. He immediately turned around and pushed away from the crowd. While signalling the person pulling Hong Xiaoyu to release her, he whispered to the people around him: "Every Zhou family who leaves, must have one. The group followed—"
With a loud bang, Du Feng's words were completely broken.
Hong Xiaoyu pushed Du Feng's colleague away and slapped Du Feng severely.
Everyone was stunned.
"Hong Xiaoyu, don't mess around here—" Du Feng suppressed his emotions and took a deep breath.
In the next second, Hong Xiaoyu slammed the camera in his hand at him: "I'm going to your mother, Du Feng!"
Too close, Du Feng had no time to dodge, and was severely hit on the forehead by the camera, and blood shed in an instant.
Hong Xiaoyu was also stunned.
Tears came out of his eyes, staring at him startled for three seconds, and then rushed to Shiyi.
Those well-trained detectives were bluffed by this kind of nonsense and forgot to stop her. Before Shiyi could react, she had embraced Shiyi. Although she was crying, she kept shaking her voice and told her: "Shiyi I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't know at all. I came to interview, I know something happened to Zhou's family, I know there is a policeman... Shiyi, Shiyi, I don't know him. It's the policeman, I don't know this bastard is going to harm you. It's time, don't be afraid, I've been protecting you since I was a child. I won't let him treat you like that..."
Shi Yi hugged her and kept saying: "It's alright, it's okay."
All Du Feng colleagues heard this string of words and finally understood seven or eight. But she was also very helpless to this woman who broke out suddenly. She was obviously doing business, but she was said to be black by this woman.
Harm Zhou's family
Since they started investigating Zhou's family, they really have been struggling. Finally, I made some progress, but I also encountered problems with the Zhou family. It was when the confusion became more and more disturbed, a woman who didn't know the situation appeared again... She looked like the top woman...
Someone asked Du Feng to bandage, Du Feng just hurriedly took out the handkerchief and pressed his wound: "You pull that woman away! Also, after registration, let them go, a group of people will be responsible for monitoring."
Hong Xiaoyu was immediately dragged away by two people.
Du Feng closed his eyes severely and wiped off the blood blocking his vision: "Mr. Zhou Sheng, we are just a routine."
Zhou Shengchen finally said, "It doesn't matter, I will try my best to cooperate with you."
After all, what Du Feng focused on was Zhou Wenchuan, and soon let them go. Shi Yi looked at the people who held Hong Xiaoyu, and felt that Du Feng would not really embarrass her, so he left the hospital with Zhou Shengchen.
Fearing that Hong Xiaoyu would be involved, she hurriedly sent her a text message: I have nothing to do, don't care about anything about Zhou's family. Forget about it, I will take care of myself.
I quickly turned off the phone.
Regarding Wen Xing's recording, Zhou Shengchen only asked Wen Xing on the day she was buried.
She didn't tell him the real content.
Originally, she thought that she would not have anything to hide from Zhou Shengchen in her entire life, and she must know everything about him. However, Shiyi decided to conceal this matter to the end. No matter how much Zhou Shengchen believed in his mother's words, he would definitely not doubt Wen Xing who had passed away. This was enough.
She didn't want to repeatedly scrutinize the behavior of a dead person.
I don't even want to let Zhou Shengchen taste another kind of sadness.
On the day of the burial, the autumn was unexpectedly high, and it was a sunny day.
The cemetery of the Zhou family is just behind the temple where the incense was once placed. A large area of ancestors is buried here. It is advisable to stand in a cemetery that is not crowded. There are people from the Zhou family far and near, and only Mei Xing is an outsider.
No one has stopped Mei Xing. Everyone who has experienced Wen Xing’s last moments knows that this is the person she wants to see the most...
Zhou Shengchen wore a black suit and shirt, with no other colors from beginning to end. Shi Yi was also wearing a black coat and trousers, standing beside him.
In the back mountains in late autumn, there is always wind, rolling up layers of fallen leaves endlessly.
Everyone was looking at the tombstone, silently.
Wen Xing.
I tell you a secret.
There is a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the underworld, who was a daughter before he was alive, and has always been tolerant towards women after death.
If there is a woman who looks ugly, is weak and sick, is kind before her life, and pays homage to the Bodhisattva, she will have a perfect appearance and healthy body in the next life. At the feast day, in the next life, she will inevitably become a prominent woman in the lintel, or the queen queen.
As long as there is kindness in the heart, women will be more likely to be forgiven and treated kindly.
In the world, life and death matter.
I will not hate someone who has died. Dead, it has nothing to do with this life.
I will not mention those things again, and let the things you did bother your brother. He loves you very much, really loves you, I can't guess how painful he will be if he knows... If he really wants to repay me, please protect him with me.
The two returned to the old house from the cemetery without taking a car.
Walking from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, about an hour later, I saw the familiar towering stone archway.
The trees here are even taller, and fallen leaves cover the entire road.
Without dense leaves, sunlight easily passes through the towering branches and falls to the ground, creating shadows.