Chief Forced Marriage: Beloved Wife Captured

Chapter 243

A policeman rushed forward, handcuffed cold handcuffs on his wrists, and then he was led out of the box by several people.

Jing Ya Zhengzheng stood in place, not believing what happened in front of her at all, Fei Shaocheng took the blame for her?Is it her illusion...

She pushed her legs and chased to the hall. The hall was full of people standing on both sides. She squeezed into the center of the crowd and watched Fei Shaocheng being led forward step by step by the police with a calm expression.

When passing by her side, he suddenly whispered: "If we can't be together, then I will like you in another way."

The crowd dispersed, only she was still standing there stupidly, her mind went blank, and she closed her eyes in pain, as if the world collapsed in front of her eyes...

Three days later, she learned from the newspaper that Dou Huayue was out of danger because the bullet missed her heart, but Shi Dinghai was dead. In front of the director: "Uncle, please do me a favor."

Chief Yin caressed her in shock: "What's wrong?"

Jingya told him the reason for her visit, and after listening, he said in embarrassment: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle this matter."

"I killed people. If I need to pay for my life, I will pay for it."

"Let me think of a way..."

Another week after that, a report suddenly appeared in the newspaper that Mr. Ye was kidnapped and his ticket was torn up, and it proved that the murderer of the Daposhan bombing was Shi Dinghai, the manager of Ye's family. Therefore, Fei Shaocheng's death sentence was commuted to Four years in prison.

Jingya called to thank Director Yin, knowing that he had tried his best. At this time, she no longer thought about anything, love and hatred, like a withered rose, gradually dying in her heart...

She decides to leave the city and never come back.

The evening before leaving, Jingya went to see Ye Beicheng for the last time. She put a large bunch of corn lilies in front of his grave, lay on the ground, touched the ground with her hand, and murmured, "Beicheng, you must be very lonely down there." ..."

After choking for a long time, she said again: "Actually, I'm up there, and I'm even more lonely..."

I want to leave, and the thousands of reluctance and the pain this city brought her will be deeply buried as soon as the plane takes off. There is Ye Beicheng's tomb here, and hers too, but it's just hers. Here, widows are buried.

The sky is empty, the clouds are blooming, the sun is shining brightly, the past, goodbye.

From then on, one person, one heart, waiting for a lifetime...

A person, a city, and his distressed……

A person, a road, a lifetime of loneliness...

Three years later--

"Mom, I'm going to sell flowers. You and Tianyou don't have to wait for me to eat at noon."

Jingya carried clusters of corn lilies to the motorcycle outside the door, and greeted her mother-in-law, Shangguan Ziyu, who was taking Tianyou to bask in the sun. "

The mother-in-law's health is getting worse and worse recently, Jingya has taken her to see several hospitals, but the final result is still not satisfactory.

"Jingya, we are not short of money, why do you have to work so hard every day to sell flowers?"

She didn't respond. In fact, even if she didn't say anything, Mrs. Shangguan knew that what she sold as a daughter-in-law was not flowers, but her most precious memories.

"I'm leaving. God bless, come here and give mom a kiss."

Ye Tianyou ran over, hugged his mother's neck, and kissed hard on the left and right cheeks.

"Mom, goodbye, Mom, come back early, Mom, I will be very good."

This child is much more sensible than other children of the same age, and it is distressing to be so sensible. Every time Jingya wants to cry because he is too sensible, but she bears it in the end. As early as three years ago, she swore that In this life, no more tears.

"Okay, don't run around, listen to grandma."

Jingya started the motorcycle, waved her hand, and disappeared without a trace.

Staring at the direction where she left, Mrs. Shangguan's tears fell down. In the past few years, the daughter-in-law has been very strong and has never shed a tear, but she knows in her heart that it is all a disguise. Had a good day.

"Grandma, why are you crying?"

Xiao Tianyou stretched out his chubby little hand, and gently wiped away the old man's tears. Mrs. Shangguan hugged her grandson, crying uncontrollably.

She still remembers the first year when she first arrived in the United States, one night, she saw her daughter-in-law sitting by the child's bed, touching his face and saying, "God bless, although you don't know what your father looks like, it doesn't matter, you see You will know what your father looks like when you know what you look like, because you look a lot like your father, and, yesterday was your first birthday, don’t blame your father for not preparing a gift for you, your father gave you the best gift It is your name, God bless, God bless child, it is because you have God bless, so you are so smart, healthy, God bless, dad is not dead, only because he is alive in our hearts, then, he is alive of."

That night, Jingya didn't know that her mother-in-law cried all night, and her heart was broken several times.

Jingya sells flowers at a fixed place every day, and no matter how many flowers she brings out, she can always sell none left.

In the past few years, many people have pursued her, including overseas Chinese, wealthy businessmen, Chinese, and Americans.

However, in the face of their pursuit, she always laughed it off.

In her thirties, although she is still beautiful, she will no longer love someone passionately, and she will not love for anyone until she is covered in scars.

There are two realms in life, one is pain without speaking, and the other is laughter without speaking. She has reached both realms.

Not far from where she sells flowers, there is a French vagabond singer, who is singing an English song he composed and created himself emotionally. He sings there every day, and he once showed his love to Jingya, but she rejected him. After that, they quickly gave up. The difference between foreigners and Chinese is that they let go easily, so they live happily.

Jingya listened attentively to his singing, the gentle spring breeze was mixed with the faint fragrance of corn lilies, and occasionally a few unknown birds flew by in the blue sky in the distance. There is nothing wrong with living like this.

"Miss, give me a bouquet of flowers."

The clear Chinese sounded in her ears, and her hands trembled slightly. Could there be an illusion that when you miss someone, that person really appears.

Although this delusion has troubled her for many years...

Slowly raising her head, she felt dizzy when she saw the person squatting in front of her. She collapsed on the ground.

She opened and closed her mouth, closed and opened it again, but couldn't say a word, she leaned against the corner of the wall numbly, staring at the man opposite, stretched out her hand, trying to touch his face, but found that she couldn't touch it no matter what.

Is God playing a joke on her?
Is it because I always think too much, so I have such hallucinations?
She didn't know, she didn't know anything, she only knew that her chest was tight, as if she was about to suffocate.

The man got up, walked in front of her, stretched out his trembling hands, hugged her limp, and said, "Jingya, long time no see..."

This time, she heard him clearly, he said, Jingya, long time no see.

It's not that she never thought that one day, in a corner of the world, she would meet someone who looked exactly like him but was not him. Unfortunately, she had never met him before, until, at this moment, she met him, so , she heard the sound of spring warmth and flowers blooming...

"Who are you..." she asked blankly.

"I'm Beicheng..." he replied.

"You lied to me, he's dead..."

"No, I'm not dead, I'm still alive."

He hugged her tightly, her body was trembling slightly, but her heart would no longer be pounding.

I love such a person for six years.My heart was pushed off the cliff twice.She didn't want to wait until she was full of hope, only to realize that it was still a gorgeous dream...

The wind continued to blow, and there was cold liquid on her cheeks, which were tears, but not her tears, but the tears of the man holding her.

Her Beicheng was crying just because she said, you lied to me...

"Let's go home."

She calmly broke free from his embrace, and put away the lilies on the ground.

Didn't ask why he was still alive, if it was a dream, then she would rather never wake up.

Back at the villa full of popcorn flowers, Tianyou had already been waiting outside the door, eagerly looking forward to his mother's return.

Seeing Jingya from a distance, Ye Tianyou stretched his arms excitedly, shook his clumsy body, and shouted loudly: "Mom...Mom..."

Jingya hugged Tianyou, kissed and kissed again and again, until she found that the child was staring at the man behind her suspiciously, then she turned her head slowly, and suddenly found that the man's eyes were glistening with tears...

"Mom, who is he?"

Jingya had a sore nose, and said with difficulty: "It's Dad."

Ye Tianyou was obviously unfamiliar with the word "father", vague, and had no concept. He timidly leaned into his mother's arms. In this family, since he was sensible, there has been no man or father.

Mrs. Shangguan came out, and when she saw the situation in front of her, she was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly lost consciousness and passed out...

Two hours later, she woke up, sat up in panic, and grabbed Jingya's hand: "Mom saw Beicheng just now, Mom really saw Beicheng just now..."

Jingya nodded: "Well, I saw it too."

"What's going on? Is it our illusion?!"

"follow me."

Jingya took her hand and walked to the window. There were colorful lilies blooming on the large grass field outside the window. There was a deck chair in the middle of the flowers. At this moment, there was a child like an angel lying on a handsome mature man. Falling asleep soundly in their arms, the sun shining softly on their bodies, what a beautiful picture, it is the most warm scene that has appeared in Jingya's dreams countless times...

Shangguan staggered back a few steps, she stared at the daughter-in-law beside her in shock, and asked in a trembling voice: "Hey, what's going on here?"

"Mom, I don't know, and I don't dare to ask. Like you, I'm afraid it's just an illusion."

(End of this chapter)