Xia You Arbor: Looking to Heaven

Chapter 95 Qu Weiran, Can You Cry (2)
After waiting for a while, there was no response from the person on the bed.

"Qu Weiran." Xia Tong called out again, but there was still a dead silence in the room.

Xia Tong lowered her head and couldn't help crying, she looked at Qu Weiran's thin body curled up in the quilt, how much she wanted to stretch out her hands to hug him, but her hands were covered with thick plaster, even I can't even move.

She knew he was awake, he just didn't want to get out of the quilt, he just didn't want to open his eyes to see the world, he felt tired and hurt, he couldn't bear it.How much she wanted to speak to comfort her, but she was clumsy since she was a child and couldn't think of any comforting words.The sound that came out of his mouth was either a broken cry, or a distressed call of his name...

She is really useless, she can't do anything, she can't do anything...

Xia Tong stood beside Qu Weiran's bed, holding his arms ridiculously on his chest, lowered his head in frustration and helplessness, and cried softly.

Just like that, after a long time, the person who had been curled up slowly moved, Xia Tong was taken aback, and looked at him with wide eyes, only to see Qu Weiran stretched out his bandaged hand and pulled the quilt away, pale His handsome face was revealed.He didn't wear glasses, and when he raised his eyes to look at her, he squinted his eyes slightly, dark red blood oozes from the bandage on his forehead, he opened his mouth, his dry and cracked lips slowly ooze blood.

"Don't cry," Qu Weiran said flatly, "I'm not dead."

"I'm sorry..." Xia Tong apologized softly.

Qu Weiran didn't speak, and the room was once again completely silent.

Qu Weiran raised his eyes, silently looked at Xia Tong's arm covered with plaster, raised his hand to rub the plaster with his bandaged hand, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Xia Tong shook her head vigorously: "It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all."

"It's a lie, it must be very painful." Although Qu Weiran was talking to Xia Tong, his eyes were not looking at her. His empty eyes seemed to be looking farther through Xia Tong's arm. He mechanically rubbed against Xia Tong. Tong Tong's arm, while muttering, "It must hurt, it must hurt..."

Xia Tong tried hard to raise his arm, but what he brought was excruciating pain. Xia Tong had no choice but to throw his whole body on Qu Weiran, pressing him hard, wanting to warm him and hug him. She He kept repeating in his ear: "Qu Weiran! I really don't hurt. Really, really not hurt, not at all, not lying to you, really not hurt..."

Xia Tong pressed half of her body on Qu Weiran's body, comforting him with crappy lies, tears slid down her cheeks, smearing on Qu Weiran's cheeks and neck, icy cold.

Qu Weiran's empty eyes slowly came back to his senses, the weight on his body and the loud crying in his ears pulled him out of the nightmare memories.He raised his head and looked straight at the snow-white ceiling. His cold and stiff body seemed to feel the temperature of Xia Tong's body. He slowly woke up. He slowly raised his hands and hugged Xia Tong hard. Hug hard!Even though the plaster on her body pressed his wound, even though the wound on his palm became bloody again, he still didn't let go. He closed his eyes tightly, as if in this painful hug, he got a little A little warmth and comfort.

Outside the ward, Officer Shao who had been standing at the door sighed slightly, looked at them with pity, raised his hand, and gently closed the door of the ward.

Twenty minutes later, Xia Tong came out of the ward with red and swollen eyes. Officer Shao asked, "How is it?"

Xia Tong raised his face, looked at him gratefully and smiled: "Well, Qu Weiran said that he will cooperate well."

Officer Shao nodded: "Oh, not bad, thank you."

"Where, it's me who should thank you." Xia Tong hurriedly bowed and thanked her. She always thought that the police were brutal, but she didn't expect Officer Shao to be so kind.

Officer Shao smiled: "Go back to the ward and rest first."

"Is that Qu Weiran okay? He won't be arrested, right?"

"This matter still needs investigation and evidence collection. If he is really self-defense, then it should be fine."

"He's really self-defense, really!"

"Okay, okay." Police Officer Shao waved his hand, "Isn't it? Our police will investigate, you go back and rest first."

Xia Tong wanted to say something, but was pulled away by Yan Rui who had been waiting: "Let's go, it's okay."

"But……"

"You keep saying the police will be bothering you."

Xia Tong was right when he thought about it, he could only walk back step by step.

Officer Shao shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, "Nowadays, children should talk to each other at such a young age."

"That's right, it's too early." The police officer standing on the sidelines echoed.

"Hehe." Police officer Shao laughed twice, finished the cigarette in his hand, sorted out the materials on the side, and said, "Oh, I'm off work after finishing this kid's record." After speaking, he pushed away from the ward The door went in.

The curtains in the ward have been drawn, and the windows are also opened, fresh air pours in, the refreshing breeze blows the curtains, and the sun shines on the snow-white hospital bed.The young man on the hospital bed was sitting quietly on the head of the bed. He raised his face slightly and looked at the blue sky outside the window. His long eyelashes trembled slightly in the light and shadow, and his fair skin was amazingly translucent.His whole body seemed to be surrounded by a touch of sadness, quiet and serene.

Very handsome child, this is Officer Shao's first impression of Qu Weiran.

"Qu Weiran." Officer Shao called out to him.

Qu Weiran turned his head slowly, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and did not open them until Officer Shao approached him.

Officer Shao raised his hand and handed him something: "Your glasses."

"Thank you." Qu Weiran raised his hand to take it, opened his glasses and put it on. When he raised his head again, his eyes became clearer, and he became gentle and shrewd.

"About the case that happened the day before yesterday, I have many questions to ask you." Officer Shao sat down opposite Qu Weiran in a businesslike manner.

Qu Weiran nodded, expressing his willingness to take questions.

"Who are you, Wei Ming?" Officer Shao asked.

"Father."

"You know he's mentally ill?"

"know."

"Is the iron chain at home used to lock him?"

"Ah."

"Whose idea?"

"he himself."

"Since it is locked, why did you open it on the day of the incident?"

"That day..." Qu Weiran gently closed his eyes, and recalled, "That day, when mom came home to visit him, he called out mom's name. Mom was very happy, thinking he was awake, so she wanted to open the lock and let him free A moment, but I lost the key to the lock long ago, so my mother found a vise in the kitchen and tried to cut off the chain." At this point, Qu Weiran suddenly became quiet.

Officer Shao didn't rush him, but just looked at him, waiting for him to speak slowly.

"Then, Wei Minglu was very happy and kept laughing, laughing, and laughing..."

Qu Weiran couldn't help biting his finger hard, his pupils dilated slowly, his expression seemed to be in the horror at that time, he said tremblingly: "He kept laughing, kept laughing, and suddenly snatched the vise from mother's hand... and then Just... start beating her..."

When Qu Weiran said this, he closed his eyes gently, and stopped talking.

Officer Shao closed the notebook: "If you're tired, wait a while before taking notes. You should rest first." After speaking, he stood up and walked out.

When he was about to walk to the door, he suddenly heard the young man behind him asking softly, "Officer, can I arrange the funeral for my mother?"

"No." Police Officer Shao turned his head, "After you recover from your injury, you have to go to the detention center, and you must stay there until the trial is announced."

Qu Weiran looked at him silently, with no emotion in his eyes.

"Sorry." Officer Shao avoided his gaze and apologized softly.

Qu Weiran lowered his head and didn't say anything, just grasped the bed sheet tightly with both hands, and the wound on the palm of his hand that hadn't healed opened again.The bright and fresh blood stained the snow-white sheets, giving it a dazzling red.

One month later, the S City Higher People's Court ruled that Qu Weiran had self-defense and was released without charge.

In the end, Qu Weiran was unable to attend his mother's funeral in time. He heard that his mother's funeral was organized by distant relatives. Qu Weiran had to never find them again.

Xia Tong was angry about this for a long time, and vowed to find those people and take back the inheritance.Qu Weiran was very indifferent, and opened the door of the courtyard house like he didn't care at all.

He stood by the open door for a long time, looking inside silently, as if remembering something, after a while, he blinked, looked at Xia Tong and said, "Take me to see my mother."

Xia Tong nodded, her nose started to feel sore again.

She felt that Qu Weiran had changed, the gentle and elegant him had become like a pool of stagnant water, without waves.

Although he would do this before, at least he would wear a mask and smile slightly, hoping that he would attract everyone's attention and change his life with his own efforts.

But now...

He seems to be desperate, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, he doesn't want to work hard for anything anymore, he gave up his dream, gave up his pursuit.

(End of this chapter)