Qin Hao finally made a decision, "Dean Zeng, I can tell you...but I can only tell you about the situation of the child's father. After hearing this, you may give up."
Qin Hao changed the subject, and a shrewd light flashed across his eyes, and disappeared in a flash.
"Mr. Qin...what happened to that man?"
"He's dead" Qin Hao's expression was calm and his tone was also calm.
Dean Zeng was surprised. Xi Haitang outside the door suddenly opened his eyes wide and lost focus.
"Dean Zeng, the deceased is gone, let us all live in peace. After all, only the living have hope."
"What about the kid?"
"The child is living well and peacefully. He doesn't know anything about what his father has done. I think, what's the benefit of telling him the truth so well? What should I say if he returns him to his mother? A six-year-old child
Big or small, small or big, he may not understand many things, but he may also understand many things. Do we have to use lies one after another to deal with him? It would be even worse if we don’t use lies. Let him grow up from childhood.
Do you just accept the darkness of this society? These problems are very real, just let him live his own life!"
Qin Hao spoke very seriously, keeping his eyes on Dean Zeng in front of him, but his mind drifted to the door. What he actually wanted to say was to Xi Haitang.
Just now, he heard the almost inaudible sound of his phone vibrating.
This is thanks to Guan Xiaofei, that domineering feminist, but she is a confused little fool at home. She always mixes up the ringtones of two people's phones, and after answering the wrong call countless times, she gives orders forcefully.
He set his cell phone to vibrate, and it stayed the same for ten years. He couldn't even be insensitive.
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Xi Haitang walked away expressionlessly. The sadness in his blood turned to ice. He had never felt so desperate, as if he had lost all his faith in an instant.
Over the years, what she has been thinking about is to find her son, but she has never thought about what will happen after she finds her son. She thought that she would bring her son with her, give him enough care, give him enough compensation, and give him enough happiness.
Love is enough, but it is not like that!
Qin Hao is right, that child has his own life. He is different from Xiaochen. Xiaochen grew up with her, but that child did not. He will be surprised by the sudden change in life and ask her why.
Mommy was not with me before, why did she come to me now, why did she lose me in the first place...
When the time comes, how should she answer? Tell him that she was forced to do so? Then how uncomfortable that child must be, because he was not welcome in the beginning.
Six years old is indeed a very sensitive age. Just like Xiaochen, sometimes she is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. She is really afraid that the child will be like that too.
Why is this happening? Why did her expectations collapse in an instant? Why is she so useless and can't find her son after so long? If it had been earlier, if the child was still very young, if he didn't understand anything, then
Can she stand in front of him without any scruples and say to him: Son, I am your mommy...
Time is really the scariest and most ruthless thing. After so many years, her wounds have not healed, but have become more serious. This time, she has been hurt both mentally and physically.
In the darkness, the endless hopes and dreams, fears and doubts all disappeared at this moment.
Far, near, past, future, everything she searched for, everything she fantasized about, every reunion scene, every carefully prepared birthday gift, all were in vain.
How can those things that are unforgettable and difficult to let go of exist in her future life?
At the corner of the corridor, Xi Haitang squatted on the ground, crying silently. There is a kind of pain called grief, which is greater than the death of a heart.
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"Qin Hao...I'm sorry for you..." Gu Xijue spoke seriously, patting his friend's shoulder, his slender fingers turning white.
"Come on!" Qin Hao was furious and swatted his hand away, "Gu Xijue, I want to break off our relationship with you!"
Damn it, he felt like he was aiding the evildoer!
"Qin Hao..."
"Three minutes! Three minutes to break up!!!"
The roar of anger and helplessness brought their memories back to those distant green years.
That year, Qin Hao was sixteen years old, and his mother left him forever
That was the first time that he felt that death was a good thing, because only in that way could his poor mother be truly freed. She would not have to force a smile every day to face hypocritical relationships, and would not have to endure her husband's behavior of wandering among flowers every day.
Death can end everything, so it’s another kind of happiness
The funeral was so grand that he was disgusted. Even if the title of Mistress of the Qin family was buried, she would not be able to rest in peace.
He stood next to his father, looking at the people who came to pay homage. Their false tears, polite comforts, and groveling actions were all directed at the interests behind the Qin family. No one really came to mourn.
Until Gu Xijue appeared——
At that time, he was just a weak boy, but no one present dared to despise his existence, and stood there silently, with eyes that were cold to the bone.
The black handmade suit has no wrinkles. There is a pure white chrysanthemum on the chest and one in the hand.
He bowed deeply to the tombstone, a standard ninety degrees, for a long sixty seconds. Then he placed the chrysanthemum in his hand on the tombstone, his movements gentle, almost tender.
Then, he walked towards him, gave him the white flower pinned to his chest, placed it closest to his heart, put his thin lips close to his ear, and said softly...
At that moment, two words flashed in Qin Hao's head - shocking!
It seems like there are only two of them left in the whole world. Their mothers died on the same day because of the same pain.
There are no words to describe the feeling at that moment. It was not just surprise, not just touch. It was a deep sympathy for each other in an era when they were still young and unable to be strong enough to be indestructible.
From then on, the relationship between them was deeper than friendship, more profound than family affection, like a chrysanthemum date.
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Gu Xijue went up to the 24th floor and saw the slender figure at the corner of the corridor from a distance. His heart tightened for a moment, but what else could he do? There was nothing he could do...
Slowly, he came closer, lifted her up from the ground, and hugged her gently...
Her hands are so cold, so cold
"Haitang, the driver is here, let's go." He pretended not to know anything, but deep down he hated himself for being like this.
She raised her eyes, said nothing, and nodded stiffly.
Silently, she walked into the room, picked up the sleeping Xiaochen, and her tears overflowed again.
From now on, this is her only child...the only one...
She was absent-minded, like a ghost. She entered the elevator, but forgot to press the number. She just performed one action tightly, which was to hug her daughter tightly, the only remaining daughter.
Gu Xijue felt a sore throat and suddenly put his arm around her shoulders, "Haitang, you and Xiaochen are going to stay at my house tonight! You will live there from now on!"
She was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"
"Because I want to take care of you mother and daughter, Haitang, I am serious, I will be good to you, and I will be good to Xiaochen."
"You really like me?!"
"yes"
She smiled and sneered, "Gu Xijue, do you know what a bad woman I am? I was raped, gave birth to a child, and lost the son... I am not a good woman, not a good mother... I
It's so bad, so useless, I can't do anything well, my friends sacrificed for me, my daughter endured hardships with me, my son... my son may not even know that I exist... I don't know why a person like me is alive, I have so much to live for
What’s the meaning, what do you like about me, what is there about me that deserves your liking?”
"Haitang, don't belittle yourself!" Gu Xijue straightened her shoulders and forced her to face him. The guilt made him feel guilty. Her pain was all caused by him. His deep eyes contained emotions that were heavier than hers.
"Haitang, don't think too much. You're tired. Go back and have a good sleep first, okay?"
"I don't dare to sleep..." She was afraid that once she fell asleep, she would never want to wake up again, because it was too painful to wake up, but if she didn't wake up, what would Xiaochen do? She had already lost her son, and only Xiaochen was left.
Got it
"I'll accompany you." He lowered his head and kissed her tears away. There was no desire, only pity.
There was something in her heart, and she didn't know why, and she murmured, "No... no one can heal my wounds."
"I can!"
The night breeze was cool, and the moonlight illuminated his quiet form and shadow.
Philosophically speaking, relationships between people, no matter what the starting point, will eventually turn into pain. Even if it is sweet and beautiful at the beginning, as time goes by, it will eventually wither and eventually reach a painful position. And they, from pain
To begin with, what if it hurts?
Who is the passer-by in life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad souls
Suddenly I remembered a poem: You see me or you don’t see me, I’m there. If you’re not sad or happy, you miss me, or you don’t miss me, the love is there. If you don’t come or go, you love me, or you don’t love me, love is there.
There, whether you follow me or not, my hand is in your hand. Come to my arms and let me live in your heart. Love each other silently and rejoice quietly.
"Haitang, from now on, even if everyone in the world leaves you, I will also be by your side. If there is hell, we will run rampant together."