Chapter 416 Don't Be a Father and Son in the Next Life
When he came downstairs, Lu Jing still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
The elevator was opened by firefighters, and the two people inside were put on stretchers and taken out.
The body was covered with a clean white cloth, but the blood dyed the white cloth red.
Qiao Beibei didn't dare to step forward, but she could imagine what happened.
She slowly sat down on the ground, looked at the direction the stretcher was leaving, and cried loudly.
Lu Jing was stunned for a few seconds, then followed him in despair.
Wen Jiu also quickly followed him closely.
Lu Jing quickly walked to the stretcher and stretched out his hand to lift the white cloth.
Just when they were about to touch it, a hand fell down from inside, so limp that all the bones were probably broken.
Lu Jing recognized it as Lu Xingyu's hand.
He looked at this hand absentmindedly, and suddenly remembered the day when he had just left Beicheng with his parents when he was a child.
They landed at a dilapidated small airport in the evening.
The sun was about to set, reflecting the red sky. My mother turned her face towards the setting sun, and her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden gauze. She happily called the father and son over to take a photo.
The family was standing at the airport taking pictures, and a passenger plane happened to take off behind them. The rotating propellers brought up strong winds and kicked up dust on the ground, making Lu Jing squint his eyes.
Dad happily said that he wanted to give mother and son the best life.
Mother smiled and said nothing, raising her arms to shield Lu Jing from the dust.
Thinking back to the hopeful feeling at that time, Lu Jing now only felt depressed in his heart.
Their family was once fine, so why is it like this now?
The stretcher was put into the car by the firefighters, and Lu Jing had to stop.
He clutched his chest and stared at the ambulance getting further away without blinking.
When the ambulance was out of sight, he couldn't stand anymore. He knelt on the ground and gasped for air, but he still felt that he couldn't breathe.
Wen Jiu knelt down and hugged him tightly.
Her throat also felt like there was a lump in her throat. She wanted to comfort her, but nothing came out.
…
An hour later, the hospital gave the final result that both Xiang Zichuan and Lu Xingyu died after resuscitation failed.
Lu Jing accompanied Lu Xingyu in the morgue. He didn't cry. He didn't even move his eyes and looked at Lu Xingyu silently.
Wen Jiu called him softly, but he didn't respond.
She had no choice but to go out from the morgue, sit at the door, hesitated for a while, and took the initiative to call Lu Zhaoxiong.
The phone was connected, and Lu Zhaoxiong's loving voice came from the other end: "Xiao Wen, what do you want to see grandpa for?"
Wen Jiu took a deep breath and said slowly: "Grandpa, how are you doing recently?"
Lu Zhaoxiong smiled: "Very tough. I have been out of the hospital for several days and now I am recuperating at home."
Wen Jiu felt a little relieved, organized her words, and said with choked sobs: "Grandpa, can you come back? Something big has happened."
She tried her best to stay calm, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably.
Lu Zhaoxiong heard the panic in Wen Jiu's words and became nervous: "What's wrong? What happened? Tell grandpa honestly. Grandpa can accept anything, but you must let me know the truth."
"Uncle Lu, Uncle Lu had an accident and passed away..." Wen Jiu couldn't help but cry in her voice at the end.
Seeing Lu Jing's uncomfortable look now, her heart ached very much.
She regretted so much, regretting why she was so stubborn.
She should have helped to persuade the father and son and help them ease their relationship. Then maybe there wouldn't be such a result today, and Lu Jing wouldn't be so uncomfortable...
Lu Zhaoxiong was silent on the other end of the phone, and Wen Jiu couldn't imagine what his expression would be like.
She looked at the little red dot that slowly flashed on the device, knowing that there was still someone there.
After a long, long time, Lu Zhaoxiong spoke again, his voice hoarse: "I will return to China immediately."
…
In the early morning of the next day, Lu Zhaoxiong returned to China.
He went to see Lu Xingyu for the last time, and then, together with Lu Jing, personally sent Lu Xingyu to his coffin.
Lu Jing had been sitting here for a day, and his body was a little stiff.
He stood up, looked at the person in the coffin quietly, and spoke in a very soft voice: "If I could listen to him say a few more words, if I could not rush into the elevator, he would not die..."
"
This was the first thing he said until now.
Lu Zhaoxiong closed his eyes, but still couldn't hold back his tears.
He patted Lu Jing's shoulder lightly: "I'm the one to blame. I was too strict with Xingyu..."
On the way back home, he kept thinking about it.
Isn't it also his fault that Lu Xingyu has such a great-faithful temperament?
He had known for a long time that Lu Xing and Tian were not good enough, so he shouldn't have been so harsh on him every time.
He shouldn't ask him to be as successful as himself, and he shouldn't be relentlessly harsh every time he makes a mistake.
In fact, as a child, peace is enough.
When leaving the morgue, Lu Jing saw Wen Jiu squatting in the corner, hugging her legs, her shoulders shaking constantly.
He walked over and gently put his hand on Wen Jiu's shoulder.
Wen Jiu raised her face, her eyes were red and swollen, and she spoke in a hoarse voice, her expression full of guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Lu Jing couldn't explain how he felt.
I also don’t understand why everyone is blaming themselves after Lu Xingyu died.
He held Wen Jiu's hand: "What are you apologizing for? It has nothing to do with you. You get up first."
Wen Jiu also wanted to stand up, but after squatting for too long, her legs were numb. Halfway through, she felt so painful that she couldn't stand up anymore.
Lu Jing simply picked her up and put her on the bench next to her. He held her face and gently wiped her tears with his fingertips.
Wen Jiu choked up and said: "Ajing, on the day we received the certificate, your father came to see me and gave me a check of 300,000 yuan as our wedding gift, but I refused. I'm sorry... I should have done it for
If he says something nice, I should help you ease the relationship. I shouldn't have such a tough temper..."
Lu Jing was obviously stunned for a moment, his lips tightened, and he was silent for a long time.
Wen Jiu felt extremely uncomfortable, not only feeling guilty, but also feeling scared.
She was too tough at the time. She felt that Lu Xingyu had made such a big mistake and deserved not to be forgiven for the rest of his life.
But she ignored that he and Lu Jing were actually father and son.
Seeing Lu Jing's uncomfortable look now, she was afraid that he would stay away from her because of this incident.
Lu Jing thought for a long time, and then he took Wen Jiu into his arms without hesitation.
"I don't blame you. If he were still alive, I would have made the same decision as you. Now I feel sad because he is my father after all, but this does not mean that I can forgive him on behalf of my mother's family."
He was comforting Wen Jiu and also easing his own knot in his heart.
He is his biological father and has the kindness to give birth to him.
He was also the culprit who caused his mother to miss the opportunity for treatment, which he could not forgive.
But now, everything has gone with the wind.
The grudges of this life will disappear in this life.
I hope that in the next life, we will no longer be father and son.
If we are strangers passing by each other and have no expectations for each other, we will not be disappointed in each other.