Every time a person reaches a certain age, the state of mind will change accordingly.
Many times when I look back on the past, I always find that I have done a lot of regretful things in the past.
Every time He Su'e thinks of that time when she threw the book at the feet of the eight-year-old child and hurt him with indifferent and sharp words, her heart throbs, and an emotion called regret grows and ferments in her heart, day after day.
And the scene where she stabbed Jing Boyuan with a knife fifteen years ago was also an eternal pain in her heart.
The number on the led dot matrix screen of the elevator kept dropping.
when the number jumps to 1
"I'm sorry." He Su'e said, "I'm really sorry."
This is the first time she has expressed her apology to this son.
Jing Boyuan put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand was hanging on his leg, holding the car keys with his bony fingers.
Hearing this, his expression didn't change a bit. When the elevator door opened, he walked straight out of the elevator and walked towards the parking lot with a calm and steady step.
He Su'e stared at his generous and mature back for a moment, then raised her heel.
Thirty minutes later.
The white Land Rover parked outside the gate of the He family villa.
He Su'e unbuckled her seat belt, turned to invite Jing Boyuan, "It's hot, go in and have a cup of tea before going back."
Jing Boyuan looked over from the corner of his eye, and said in a calm tone, "Help me take care of my grandpa and grandma."
This meant that he didn't intend to enter He's house.
He Su'e smiled and instructed, "Be careful when driving."
Standing by the gate, watching the white Land Rover drive away without a second thought, He Su'e was slightly absent-minded.
Now this successful man in the business world can no longer be connected with the little boy who looked at her with pure longing eyes.
He was no longer the little boy who kept reciting entire Shakespeare works to win her favor.
He Su'e heard later that Jing Boyuan only slept for four or five hours a day for half a year in order to recite the English version of the book. This was not easy for an eight-year-old child, and it was hard for her to imagine what kind of strength supported him for half a year.
Just to make her like him
But in the end, she mercilessly hurt his sincere heart.
"Auntie, what are you doing here?" A sapphire blue Lamborghini slowly stopped in front of He Su'e, and the window was lowered, revealing He Jifan's handsome face.
"I just met Bo Yuan's car, he is the one who brought you back"
He Su'e came back to her senses, moved her sore eyeballs, smiled at He Jifan, and asked, "Why did you come back at this time?"
"Something is left behind, come and get it." He Jifan said, took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, tapped it lightly in his palm, took out one, stuffed it into his mouth, and took out a lighter to light it.
The two entered the villa together.
In the living room, a seven or eight-month-old child is playing on a baby crawling mat, surrounded by various dolls.
"Put out the cigarette quickly, don't smoke in front of the children." Mrs. He looked after the children, and when she saw He Jifan coming in with a cigarette in her hand, she reprimanded with some displeasure.
He Jifan casually snuffed out the remaining smoke in the ashtray, knelt down and scratched the child's chin, teased him a few times, then got up and went upstairs.
"I went to see the new child in Ayuan's family," Mrs. He asked He Su'e.
He Su'e put the bag on the sofa, and sat down a little tiredly, "Well, the three little guys are quite cute."
"Xiao'e" Mrs. He suddenly became serious, and He Su'e frowned slightly, she already understood what the old lady wanted to say.
Sure enough, Mrs. He said: "It stands to reason that you are in your fifties, and Mom shouldn't meddle in your affairs anymore, but it's not a problem that you always live alone like this. After so many years, some things can be forgotten. Forget it. You see, A Zong from Lao Jing's family has been waiting for you, or you can try to accept him again."
He Su'e didn't answer.
Mrs. He opened her mouth and wanted to persuade again, but there was a sound of footsteps upstairs.
Holding a folder in his hand, He Jifan walked over and touched his son's chubby face, and said to the two elders: "Grandma, aunt, I have to leave."
Mrs. He: "Go, let's go."
He Su'e: "Drive carefully."
When He Ji took him out, Mrs. He continued the previous topic: "Besides, you don't want to get close to your three little grandchildren. When you get old, you will always envy other people's children around your knees. You haven't reached the time yet. After a few years, you will understand what I said."
He Su'e bent down to pick up the child who was crawling around on the mat, her soft body exuded a faint fragrance of milk and sweat.
"Even though Ah Zong was wrong, he has nothing to say to you. If you were really allowed to follow that Su Muchen back then, you may not be happy now. Maybe it will be worse than now. That young man is very strong, and his heart is sensitive and fragile. There is one thing that Mom never told you."
He Su'e looked up.
Mrs. He continued: "Back then your father loved you and wanted to fulfill you and Su Muchen, but he was reluctant to marry into such a poor family and suffer, so he secretly asked Su Muchen out and made two demands on him. One is that your father will buy you a villa as a wedding room. You will live in the villa after you get married. Your father will help you to equip you with servants, cooks, drivers, and gardeners."
"Secondly, your father asked Su Muchen to join the company and asked him to climb to the leadership level within three years based on his own ability."
He Su'e was slightly taken aback, she never knew that her father did this behind her back.
"Who knows, Su Muchen refused without even thinking about it, and even flew into a rage, saying that your father was deliberately humiliating him. He also said that if you really want to marry him, you should accept everything from him and suffer with him. If you can't even bear the hardship, why are you talking about loving him?"
He Su'e's heart moved slightly, as if a small stone was thrown into a pool of stagnant water that had been silent for a long time, causing shallow ripples in circles.
When Mrs. He said this, her tone became a little aggressive, "Because of these words, your father completely gave up the idea of fulfilling you, and put aside the family benefits that marriage can bring. The purpose of marriage is to make the two parties in the marriage happier, not one party to drag the other into hell. You are the princess that my father and I grew up holding in the palm of your hand. The road of life is sunny and open. Why do you walk well on the flat road, but you have to be dragged down the muddy stinky ditch by another person in the name of love?"
"Does he love you? If he really loves you, he should love you and try to create an environment suitable for your life instead of blindly asking you to adapt to his world. Instead of saying that he loves you, he should love himself more. He is afraid of being said to rely on women for his position, and he is afraid of being said to be a bad boy. In the final analysis, it is still a matter of face."
If He Su'e were to be thirty years younger, she would definitely declare war on her parents without hesitation: "I will marry him, I am not afraid of hardship, as long as I can be with him, I am not afraid of any hardship."
However, at this time, He Su'e had passed the age of youth and vigor. Looking back, there were indeed many problems between her and Su Muchen. Even if they were married back then, the happiness and sweetness brought by love might not last long.
What I didn't understand back then, I understand now.
"I tell you this because I hope you can understand that Ah Zong is the most suitable man for you. He has been accommodating you and catering to your life for so many years. He has never asked you to accommodate his world. If you don't eat fish, he follows you and does not eat fish. You love mushrooms, but he doesn't like mushrooms, but he eats them with you. These are small things, but some emotions are often reflected in some small things."
After Mrs. He finished talking, He Su'e put the little guy in her arms back on the climbing mat.
She raised her eyelids and looked at her mother lightly, curling the corners of her lower lips, and she asked, "Mom, how much do you accept from him, and try to speak well for him."
The embarrassment of being exposed flashed across Mrs. He's face, and she immediately became upright, "You child, I am doing this for your own good, and I also hope that you will have a happy family in your later years. Is it possible that you want to die alone?"
"I remember everything you said. I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to my room to rest."
After entering the room, He Su'e closed the door with her backhand and threw herself on the big bed.
Closing his eyes, countless pictures flashed before his eyes, and finally they were fixed on a pair of deep and complex black pupils.
Jing Zong always looked at her with such eyes.
Those eyes gradually became ferocious scarlet.
He Su'e suddenly opened her eyes.
The scene in the car last night came to my mind. After the pain at first, I gradually had a wonderful feeling.
It's hard to imagine that they are almost sixty years old, and they can still get physical pleasure in this way.
Jing Zong said he didn't mind that she slept with Su Muchen, but
He Su'e closed her eyes again, she minded.
Since she woke up with sore body in an unfamiliar bed in the hotel fifteen years ago, she never thought about continuing to be with Jing Zong.
She knows what Mrs. He said.
Jing Zong was kind to her, so kind to her, the more time passed, the more she felt that she didn't deserve his kindness at all.
She once betrayed him, came back pregnant with someone else's child, and even wanted to divorce him, and take the child to live and fly with someone else. How can such a woman deserve a man to treat her wholeheartedly
The sun was setting.
Jing Boyuan drove back to the hospital, encountered a red light, stopped the car and waited, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed Jing Zong's number.
When the phone was connected, he went straight to the topic: "She doesn't look very well, she may be unwell."
Jing Zong immediately understood who Jing Boyuan was talking about.
"Then where is she now?"
"I just sent her back to grandma's house."
"Understood, you have a conscience, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Jing Boyuan casually threw the phone into the storage compartment, staring at the constantly changing red numbers on the dot matrix screen, lost his mind for a moment.
He recalled the incident fifteen years ago.
He Su'e's heart is not in this family, Jing Boyuan knew it since he was a child, he once thought that the worst outcome would be like this, the family is like strangers.
Until, when he was twenty years old.
One night, he accidentally ran into his parents quarreling. From the content of the quarrel, he learned that his mother, who had always been indifferent, aloof and superior, actually had a private meeting with another man and came back pregnant with a child. She was arguing to divorce her father and fly with another man.
The young man who had just turned 20 years old was young and energetic, and felt ashamed, so he led someone to beat Su Muchen without saying a word.
Knowing this, He Su'e went crazy and asked him to question him. Jing Zong was also there at the time. During the dispute, He Su'e rolled down the stairs somehow, and the child was gone.
The situation was chaotic at the time, no one could see exactly how she fell, Jing Zong took the matter on his own head, but He Su'e insisted that Jing Boyuan pushed her on purpose.
On the day that He Su'e's child was lost, Su Muchen committed suicide.
He Su'e almost collapsed, and in a state of madness, she kept saying that Jing Boyuan killed her child and forced Su Muchen to death, and finally one day, she raised a sharp knife and stabbed Jing Boyuan hissingly.
"Jing Boyuan, you deserve to die. Why didn't you die? Why didn't you die? I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place."
"Jing Boyuan, one day I will let you taste what it is like to lose someone you love."
The cold and ruthless roar echoed over the villa like a devil's curse, and it lasted for a long time.
beep beep
The whistle blew hurriedly behind him, pulling back Jing Boyuan's thoughts.
Jing Boyuan started the car and drove smoothly on the clean and tidy roads in the capital.
That day, he dodged He Su'e's sharp blade, and her voice attracted other people in the villa. She was controlled and sent back to the room. Jing Boyuan stood there, looking at the knife that fell on the ground, unable to express his mood.
He drove away from the villa, chose a direction at random, and drove like a vent.
Also that night, his car was stopped by Zhou Qiaoqiao who was holding the seriously ill Ye Qingxin. The way Zhou Qiaoqiao frantically stopped the car with the child in her arms broke Jing Boyuan's cold heart and let him know that not all mothers in this world are as cold and heartless as He Su'e.
Back in the ward, it was already five o'clock.
The three old men had already left each other, Ye Qingxin was feeding Chao Zhao milk, Ye Qingxin didn't have milk yet, the little guy was sucking extremely hard.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her head and saw Jing Boyuan coming in, Ye Qingxin said softly, "I'm back, mom, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Jing Boyuan closed the door with his backhand and replied casually.
"It's just in time for you to come back. I want to visit Xiaoguo later."
Jing Boyuan didn't say anything, and sat down beside the bed.
He fixedly stared at Ye Qingxin's gentle and fair face with those deep eyes.
If he hadn't had a falling out with He Su'e back then, he wouldn't have driven out to relax, wouldn't have gone to T city, let alone saved Ye Qingxin.
That night, Ye Qingxin was in critical condition, and the doctor said that if it was later, the little girl's life would be in danger.
If he hadn't saved her, there might not be such a person in this world now.
Jing Boyuan stretched out his hand to hold Ye Qingxin's hand with a little force, Ye Qingxin was in pain, looked up, met his deep and viscous gaze, her heart beat a little faster.
"What do you look at me like that"
Jing Boyuan wrapped Ye Qingxin's little hand in his palm with both hands, brought it to his lips and kissed it, and then held it like this without saying anything.
Ye Qingxin could feel that his actions revealed some kind of meaning, but couldn't figure out what was going on.
This man was silent, with restrained emotion and emotions. Many times, Ye Qingxin could sense some changes in his heart, but couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
Knowing that he wouldn't say anything if asked, Ye Qingxin simply didn't ask, and the two just faced each other silently.
The three servants and the three old men went to dinner in turn.
It's almost six o'clock.
Aunt Zhang sent Chef Lu to Ye Qingxin's confinement meal, she cooked a lot, Ye Qingxin couldn't finish it, Jing Boyuan ate the rest of her meal, and regarded it as dinner.
"Don't you think it tastes bad?" Seeing Jing Boyuan eating slowly but with great interest, Ye Qingxin couldn't help asking.
Women who have just given birth should not eat food with strong flavors. Ye Qingxin eats food without any condiments, at most a little salt the size of a sesame seed. Ye Qingxin just gave birth to a child with a bland taste and doesn't feel anything when eating. It should be difficult for ordinary people to eat.
"Very good." Jing Boyuan replied indifferently.
After eating, Ye Qingxin went to Ye Qingguo's ward.
Ye Qingguo's whole body was covered with wounds, his whole body was in unbearable pain, and he was crying.
Ye Qingxin felt distressed, but there was nothing she could do. The wound could only wait for it to heal slowly.
Xu Jinhuan's phone rang, she picked up the phone on the coffee table and looked at the caller ID, then turned her head to look at Ye Qingxin, and walked out of the ward to answer.
Ye Qingxin comforted Ye Qingguo for a while, got up to leave, walked to the door and opened it, Xu Jinhuan's voice came from not far from the side.
"I don't agree. I know that movie promotion is very important. If it's normal, I don't reject using Xiaoguo to promote movies, but this time it won't work. I don't want to use his pain as a bridge to expand Shengsheng's popularity. I hope you can understand that when Xiaoguo gets better, I can consider holding a fan meeting for him, so that more people know that he likes him, but it's not about using his tragic experience to create topics, gain sympathy and attention. That's it. Hang up, I still have something to do."
Sheng Sheng's male protagonist is a mentally handicapped person, which is quite controversial and topical. If it is revealed that Ye Qingguo was kidnapped and abused, it will indeed create quite a hot spot.
In a short period of time, it can bring more attention to Ye Qingguo and Shengsheng's movie, which is directly linked to the box office revenue of the movie, but after a long time, when people's meager sympathy is exhausted, Ye Qingguo will be greeted by endless negative comments.
All things have good and bad sides.
Ye Qingxin quietly closed the door.
He took Jing Boyuan's arm and took two steps back.
Xu Jinhuan opened the door and came in, and what he saw was Ye Qingxin walking towards the door with Jing Boyuan on his arm, ready to leave.
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Second watch, half past ten