"You made Ah Yuan an unfilial person. If the old lady dies with such regrets, you think you can live a comfortable life with peace of mind after marrying Ah Yuan. You want Ah Yuan to live in self-blame and guilt for the rest of his life."
He Su'e's words lingered in Ye Qingxin's ears like a curse.
She got out of He Su'e's car and walked on the road to the hospital. People around her were in a hurry, with fear of the disease or worry about their loved ones in their eyes.
A love that involves family affection will always make people unable to make a choice, and it will continue to be chaotic.
The sky was gloomy and the wind was bleak. Ye Qingxin was sitting on a wooden bench in the small garden next to the inpatient building. After an unknown amount of time, snowflakes began to float in the sky, getting bigger and bigger.
Ye Qingxin reached out to pick it up, and the snowflakes fell lightly on her palm, and were quickly melted by her body temperature, leaving only faint wet marks.
"Xinxin, what are you doing sitting here?" A familiar male voice rang in my ear.
Ye Qingxin was wearing a hood on her down jacket, and the furry loops blocked her view, so she had to raise her head very high to see the faces of the people around her.
Jing Boyuan watched the girl raise her head. Against the background of the wide hat and fur ring, her palm-sized face looked even more petite and exquisite. Her complexion was a little whiter than the snowflakes falling down one after another. She was as delicate and beautiful as a ceramic doll.
Seeing Jing Boyuan's face clearly, Ye Qingxin smiled slowly, "You're back, have you finished dealing with the company's affairs?"
Jing Boyuan stretched out his hand to pull her up, "I have something on my mind"
Ye Qingxin walked over with small steps, put her arms around Jing Boyuan's waist, and buried her face in his chest, "Well, I have something on my mind." After a pause, she said, "I miss you."
The man was wearing a suit shirt and a long black overcoat. His trouser legs were straight and his black business shoes were shiny. It made this man tall and straight, deep, steady and powerful.
Hearing this, he chuckled, unbuttoned his coat, wrapped the girl's petite body in his arms, raised his hand to brush off the snow falling from her roof, and said softly, "I can't think about where, I have to think about it in the wind, it's not cold."
Ye Qingxin put her arms through the gap between his waist and the coat, and clasped her hands at the belt on his back waist. The man's strong body filled her arms, making her heart very full.
After a while, Jing Boyuan said calmly: "Go back."
The two hugged each other and entered the gate of the inpatient building. Ye Qingxin was tall and slender, but her frame was slender, and she was thin. She was tightly wrapped by Jing Boyuan's coat and arms. The contrast between tall and petite made her look extremely harmonious.
Wen Zeyan was about to go out to buy dinner for Lu Jie, but when he saw this scene, he was slightly taken aback, and immediately walked over to greet Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan.
It's just that when he greeted Jing Boyuan, he didn't dare to meet the man's sharp eyes.
Last time in the courtyard of Ye's house in T city, this man's few words made him feel ashamed and humble, and that feeling made him very unhappy.
Jing Boyuan nodded slightly at him indifferently, as a greeting, then took Ye Qingxin's hand and walked towards the VIP elevator.
Wen Zeyan went back to Lu Jie's single ward after shopping for a meal. Seeing the rosy woman before turned into such a yellow and thin face, she couldn't tell what she felt, but then thought of the more beautiful and juicy girl she saw downstairs than before, and lost her mind for a while.
"Zeyan." Lu Jie called him.
Wen Zeyan regained consciousness, "Well, what's the matter?"
Holding the chopsticks, Lu Jie was pawing at the rice in the bowl sullenly, the domineering brilliance in her eyes had long since disappeared, "Have you seen Ye Qingxin?"
Wen Zeyan was taken aback, although she didn't understand how she knew, she didn't refute it.
"You go out in the afternoon and lose your mind when you come back, and go out in the evening and lose your mind when you come back. Except for Ye Qingxin, there is no one else in this world who can make you lose your mind like this." Lu Jie's tone was unexpectedly calm, "You and I have been married for three years, and you have never been sincere to me."
Wen Zeyan didn't know what to say for a while.
Lu Jie said again: "The doctor said that I can live for three months at most, Zeyan, I have no other requirements, I just hope that you will marry another woman and have other children in the future, and treat our Kai Kai well."
Wen Zeyan is still young, only twenty-five or six years old, and remarriage is inevitable.
After three years of marriage, she has never enjoyed her husband's sincere love. Those loves and attachments at the beginning have quietly disappeared. Now the only thing she can't let go of is her son who is about to lose his mother just after he was born.
After a long silence, Wen Zeyan said: "Kaikai is my son, so I will treat him well."
Tears rolled down Lu Jie's eyes.
She really wanted to ask: "You will treat him well, but what about the wife you will marry later?"
But in the end, she didn't ask any more questions.
What is obtained by unscrupulous means will eventually be lost, and if you do bad things, you have to pay the price.
that night.
He Su'e received a call from the cemetery, saying that the tomb in Su Mucheng had been smashed.
She rushed there in the heavy snow. Under the pale street lights at night, the tombstone in Sumu City was smashed to pieces with a hammer. The tomb was opened, and the urn was thrown on the ground randomly.
"Ah" He Su'e screamed, and rushed to hug the black urn, as if someone had stabbed her hard in the heart with a knife.
Fourteen years have passed, and she no longer loves this man as much as before, but this man, after all, is the person she has been obsessed with for more than 20 years. He is already dead, and if he is treated like this, her heart hurts uncontrollably.
"Who is who?" she almost growled and shouted at the cemetery staff.
The cemetery guard is an elderly grandfather with a frightened expression on his face: "Three strong men suddenly came half an hour ago. They rushed in with hammers and smashed at the tomb. I, I, I was scared and didn't dare to come out, but I called the police but the police haven't come yet."
He Su'e was stunned for a long time, then took out her mobile phone with trembling fingers and dialed a number.
It rang for a long time over there, and just before the end of the call tone, he answered slowly, "something"
The calm and indifferent male voice reveals the alienation of business affairs.
"Is it you or you who made someone smash his tomb?" He Su'e asked sadly.
There was silence for a while before replying: "Yes."
"Why did you do this? He has been dead for fourteen years, and you still haven't let him go. What are you going to do?"
The other side said: "You are looking for Xinxin for the first time. I told you not to have a second time. You didn't listen."
"Jing Boyuan, you don't even spare a dead person, are you still human?"
There was a chuckle on the other side, "You know best whether I am human or not." After a pause, the other side said again: "If there is a third time, I will crush him to ashes."
"Ah..." Under the dark sky, heavy snow fell, He Su'e hugged the ashes of the man she had loved for more than 20 years, crying out of control.
The heavy snow lasted for two days and two nights, and it didn't clear up until the third day, and the whole capital was covered with snow.
Ye Qingxin will go to Shanghai to participate in the semi-finals of the No Young Fashion Designer Contest in ten days. The prizes of this competition are very generous, not to mention the bonus, just the fashion catwalk shows in ten cities at home and abroad and the opportunity to study for one year in a famous international school for free, so that most young designers in the fashion industry flock to it.
"Xinxin will definitely win this competition." Si Mingjing looked at the five sets of sample clothes on the model, her eyes full of wonder.
To put something offensive, she has been a pattern maker for so many years, and these five sets of clothes are the most tempting to try on among the many clothes she has made.
It is the kind of good-looking that you want to try on your body when you see it.
In this competition, the judging criteria does not depend on the judges' scoring and on-site voting, but on the number of sales and sales.
At that time, buyers from all over the world will be the most present at the semi-finals.
Every year, the major international and domestic fashion weeks, no matter how high the standard is, the ultimate goal is to sell. The clothes designed make people want to try them on, and the first step to success has been taken.
Ye Qingxin
I am also very satisfied with my own work.
She liked to sketch and draw since she was a child, and when she was admitted to college, Tai Zhengting saw that she intended to be an art student, so he readily paid for her to study art, and finally she lived up to expectations and entered the Academy of Fine Arts of B University with excellent grades.
"Thank you, Sister Jing. Thanks to Sister Jing's help, my design draft can be converted into such a perfect costume." Ye Qingxin spoke the truth.
Siming smiled quietly, "Without your draft, I couldn't do it even if I wanted to."
After the two talked for a while, Ye Qingxin returned to her desk and continued to complete the draft of the design that Han Huohuo had given her.
At five o'clock in the evening, she leaves work with the others.
She didn't ask Master Lu to pick her up, and planned to take a taxi to the hospital by herself.
Perhaps because of guilt, she would go to the hospital to visit Mrs. Jing every day, otherwise she always felt that something was missing.
The cold wind was blowing, cutting people's faces like ice knives. Ye Qingxin was wearing a hat and scarf, and stood on the side of the road taking a taxi with only her eyes exposed. When she got in the car, Ye Qingxin suddenly felt a little hungry, and her stomach even made a hungry sound.
She doesn't have much interest in eating, and she doesn't usually eat much. Recently, for some reason, her appetite has inexplicably improved, and she often feels hungry.
The car passed by the supermarket, and she got out of the car to buy something to fill her stomach.
There was a van unloading goods at the gate of the supermarket, Ye Qingxin passed by, suddenly a large and heavy box rolled off the truck, fell to the ground with a loud bang, as if it had hit someone, Ye Qingxin heard a cry of pain.
She didn't care at all, but she was stunned when she came to the front.
It was Tai Zhengting who was crushed under the big box.
Tai Zhengting, in his fifties, was wearing a porter's overalls, with a disheveled face, and one leg was pressed under the box. A young man in his twenties was trying to lift the box, cursing, "Can you do it? Get out early. The boss is not spending money to hire a man. I usually move things slowly. I won't talk about you. If you can't pick up something, you say that if something inside breaks, whoever is responsible will accompany you."
Tai Zhengting blushed with an old face, he didn't know whether it was because of being humiliated by a young man publicly reprimanded, or because of leg pain.
Suddenly, he saw Ye Qingxin who was standing aside looking at him, and a look of embarrassment slid across his face.
Ye Qingxin looked at his distressed appearance covered in dirt and dust, and for some reason suddenly remembered the reliable appearance of Tai Zhengting when he told her, "Uncle will take care of you in the future" like a father ten years ago, before his mother's sick bed, and the forthright appearance when he told her four years ago, "Xinxin likes to draw and go to school, and uncle is rich".
A noodle shop next to a supermarket.
Ye Qingxin ordered a bowl of beef noodles for Tai Zhengting. Watching him gobble it up, it was really hard to connect the old and frail middle-aged man in front of him with the high-spirited businessman he used to be.
After eating a bowl of noodles, Tai Zhengting wiped his mouth, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket with trembling fingers, took a deep breath after lighting it, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Ye Qingxin noticed that his hands were covered with calluses and old and new wounds, thinking that he had had a very difficult time in the past few months.
On the way to the noodle shop, she found that one of his legs was lame.
Dou Weier said more than three months ago that Tai Zhengting committed suicide by jumping off a building and did not die, but broke his leg.
Ye Qingxin didn't know how she was feeling. Tai Zhengting had dirty thoughts about her, and even wanted to push her to an old man half buried in the loess. She hated him; but he had indeed been kind to her in the past ten years. If not, she wouldn't be able to go to college at all. I don't know what will happen now.
"You are very happy, seeing me like this now." Tai Zhengting swallowed, looking depressed, "The company went bankrupt, Li Shufen divorced me, and left with the last savings. Shiyun didn't recognize me as a father. Shishi lay awake in the hospital and had to pay a lot of medical bills every day. I wanted to die, but I was living with a broken leg. I couldn't even do a job as a porter. If you do all the bad things, you will get retribution sooner or later."
Ye Qing was silent.
Tai Zhengting continued: "I still remember that Xiaoguo hurt Li Liang's youngest son."
Ye Qingxin was startled, of course she remembered that Xiaoguo pushed Li Liang's youngest son to the head, and the Li family insisted on forcing her to spend 50 million yuan before letting Xiaoguo go
She looked at Tai Zhengting. In fact, there were many unreasonable things in that incident.
What's going on in their family, you can find out with just a little inquiring, let alone 50 million, even if there is no 50,000, why did the Li family insist that their family take out 50 million? That is simply impossible
"Actually, the Li family wanted to kill Xiaoguo to avenge their youngest son. I gave Li Liang a sum of money to help me force you to submit." Tai Zhengting smoked a cigarette, smiled, and said, "I didn't expect Jing Boyuan to take over the entire Li family. I'm afraid that Li Liang would not know how he died until he died."
"You think that I have helped your family for so many years out of good intentions. Back then Zhou Qiaoqiao regretted her marriage and made me lose face. I helped you all because I wanted to save some face and tell those people that I only know that she is worthy of her life. The person who likes you is not only because you are beautiful, but the most important thing is because you are Ye Jundong's daughter. Although you are not my own, if I get you, I can bring him in front of Ye Jundong in the future, and I will be able to kill him, haha"
Ye Qingxin was silent.
"And my silly son, thank you for taking this trouble for me."
for a long time.
Ye Qingxin laughed, "Although you have ulterior motives in helping our family, I can't deny that it is because of your ulterior motives that I have the opportunity to go to college. It was you who ulterior motives brought me to that wine party and I met Jing Boyuan. It was also you who ulterior motives gave Li a sum of money to force me to submit to you, which unintentionally saved Xiaoguo's life."
Tai Zhengting was slightly taken aback.
Ye Qingxin got up, took out some money from her wallet and put it on the table, and said, "This meal is my last repayment to you, and from now on, neither will be owed."
Tai Zhengting sat on his seat and smoked one puff after another. After a long time, he got up and was about to leave. Seeing that he was leaving, the waiter came to clear the table, picked up the paper note on the table, and suddenly found a note under it, so he called out to Tai Zhengting, "Is the note under the money yours?"
Tai Zhengting took it in doubt and opened it, and was startled suddenly.
It was a five million cash check, and he recognized the handwriting. When Ye Qingxin was eleven years old, she wrote a composition called my uncle, and won an award. When he returned to T City, the little girl showed him the award-winning composition. Although the handwriting was not as good as it is now, it already had the original style.
He still remembers the first sentence of the composition, which is my uncle, just like my father.
The eye sockets were suddenly moist, Tai Zhengting thought, how could he be her father.
The wind blows from the ground, and the dust blown up always gets into people's eyes.
It was only after Ye Qingxin came out of the noodle shop that she realized that she should also buy a bowl of noodles for herself. Just as she was thinking, her phone rang.
It was Jing Boyuan's call, asking why she didn't go back to school.
Ye Qingxin didn't realize that Jing Boyuan knew she didn't go back to school, so she just said: "I'm having dinner outside, after dinner I'll go to the hospital to see grandma, and then I'll go back to school."
Jing Boyuan: "Why didn't Master Lu send you off?"
Ye Qingxin smiled: "It's very convenient to take a taxi, and I always let Master Lu follow me, I feel uncomfortable."
Jing Boyuan didn't continue this topic, and told her to be careful on the way.
Ye Qingxin hummed, and said, "Don't drink at the bar, let those who stand in the way drink."
Jing Boyuan smiled: "I know."
After picking up the line, Ye Qingxin suddenly wanted to drink porridge, so she found a nearby porridge shop. She ate two cages of shrimp dumplings and two bowls of porridge. She felt a little hungry, so she packed two more siu mai and took a taxi to the hospital while eating.
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small theater:
Boss: "Second and third, are you hungry? I'm so hungry."
Second child: "I'm hungry too."
Third child: "Mom, dinner is ready"