Qing Benqingchen

Chapter 105: Xiaoran's Dream (1)
Passing through the first small building, there is a different kind of scenery. This place is a little quieter than the front yard. An old jujube tree with an unknown number of years has very lush branches and leaves, covering a large area of ​​shade, which makes people feel Very cool.

"Auntie is probably reading at the moment. At this time, she usually sits by the window reading. You two go upstairs, the third room on the left on the second floor."

The nurse pointed out the direction for them and left in a considerate manner.

Qingqing stood downstairs, but she was a little bit disappointed, as if she was timid because of her closeness to her hometown, the person she had thought about and hated for a while, was suddenly in front of her eyes, but she couldn't move forward.

"Go up." Huo Jingchen held her hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Going upstairs, the branches and leaves of the jujube tree had already extended to the corridor of the building. Huo Jingchen picked a leaf and handed it to Qingqing. She smelled the fresh smell, raised her eyes to meet his warm smiling face, and suddenly felt like It fell to the ground and immediately settled down.

On the left, in the third room, the two stopped.

Huo Jingchen saw her nervousness, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

After a while, there was a low, but very soft voice.

Qingqing took a look at Huo Jingchen, and suddenly asked nervously, "Is my hair messy? Is there something wrong with my clothes and shoes..."

Huo Jingchen looked it up and down, and then raised his hand to hang a strand of messy hair from her sideburn behind her ear: "Okay, there's nothing wrong with it, everything is fine."

Qingqing took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in slowly.

Not far from the window, a small and slender figure was sitting there. Her hair was black and bright, thick and thick, and she was tied up in a low bun. She was wearing what looked like a plain cotton cheongsam skirt. Ann Sitting quietly, holding a book in his hand, he heard the sound of pushing the door, and turned around slowly.

Time seems to pass by suddenly, and at this moment, everything is quiet.

Qingqing seemed to see herself sitting in front of her many years later, she slowly raised her hand and covered her mouth, tears fell uncontrollably.

Mom, mom, she kept yelling these two words in her heart, but her throat seemed to be stuck by something, and she couldn't make a sound.

"who are you?"

But Mu Huan just looked at the two people in front of her curiously, she tilted her head slightly: "Why are you crying?"

The tone of the speech was as naive as a child's. Qingqing felt as if a boulder was blocked in her heart, but she couldn't speak, she just kept crying.

Rao knew all this before coming here, but when he faced it for real, he still felt as uncomfortable as his heart was torn apart.

Her mother, Mu Huan, had been mentally disturbed many years ago.

But God is merciful, she is different from other lunatics, she just forgets the past, like a child, without the ability to live and take care of herself, she is not noisy, always very quiet and worry-free look.

But on a certain day every year, she would cry continuously for a whole day and night, and no one could do anything about it, so she had to be injected with a sedative to make her fall asleep.

And that day was the anniversary of the death of her biological father.

The story of father and mother is nothing but a clichéd to the extreme, love story to the extreme.

The two people who fell in love with each other when they were young, could not be together because of the great difference in family status. They were unmarried and pregnant, and planned to elope, but in the end, they still couldn't match the desperate opposition of their father's family.

The mother gave birth to her alone, and her father was forced by relatives to marry someone else. This illegitimate child was not tolerated by the father's family. The mother had no choice but to place her in the compassionate orphanage. Later, by coincidence, Her whereabouts were leaked, and her mother's old friend had no choice but to give her to the Shen family. Soon after, her mother was forcibly deprived of her innocence by Yu Hansheng who had chased him back then. She couldn't bear such a blow, and heard that her father had After hearing the news about her child, she was so disheartened and had nothing to love, she actually chose to commit suicide...

But she failed to die. After being rescued, she lost her mind and lost her mind. When the news of her mother's suicide reached her father, he thought her mother was no longer alive. After many inquiries, there was still no news. Started and left soon.

The wife his father married, he never touched her in his life, and the news of having a child is naturally false.

But under such a blunder, the two were separated by yin and yang, and they have never seen each other since they parted in this life.

My mother forgot everything, she didn't remember anything, but she only remembered the day my father died.

Every day, she kept crying inexplicably, and no one's comfort was useless.

If it wasn't for love to the extreme, how could it be impossible to forget you when forgetting everything?
"Mother."

Qingqing knelt down in front of her, and Huo Jingchen knelt down beside her.

Mu Huan looked at the girl kneeling and crying in surprise: "What did you call me?"

"Mom..." Qingqing held tears, but the corners of her mouth slightly curled up: "I am the daughter of you and Yan Zhiyuan, my name is Qingqing, my birthday is the eighth day of November, and I lived in the Cixin Orphanage when I was young... ..."

"Me and ... Zhiyuan's daughter?"

Tears gradually welled up in Mu Huan's eyes. She stood up slowly, her hands trembling non-stop, but they fell gently on Qingqing's face. Her fingertips were slightly rough and slid across her The tip of the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, and in the end, it was fixed between her eyebrows...

"That's right, your eyebrows are exactly the same as Zhiyuan's... your nose is also exactly the same..."

Mu Huan's tears gradually surged, and she suddenly lost control and hugged Qingqing tightly, crying silently...

Twenty-six years later, Mu Huan was 26 years old and Yan Zhiyuan was 46 years old. They loved each other all their lives, but they never saw each other again.

Fortunately, their daughter grew up safely and reaped the happiness they longed for all their lives.

During the third year of his imprisonment, Yu Hansheng suffered a sudden myocardial infarction at night on a certain day. The rescue failed and he died.

He never had a history of heart disease, and doctors failed to give a reasonable explanation for all of this.

But Qingqing knew that Huo Jingchen used his method to avenge the humiliation his mother suffered back then.

She thought that her father could close his eyes underground.

Mu Huan didn't leave that small town with them. Qingqing knew that it was his father's hometown, where everything his father liked most, and his mother's life had long been fused with his father, and they could never be separated forever.

Just like Shen Qingqing and Huo Jingchen.

They have long been an inseparable part of each other, she is like his beating heart, and he is like her indispensable rib, they have long been integrated into each other's lives.

Early winter of 2009.

Xiao Ran's head hung down from Meng Xingzhi's arms, her long hair fluttered and fluttered in the wind, she felt her body was light and light, as if she was about to fly up.

She couldn't help but wonder, how much blood is in a human body?And if she shed all the blood, she can't live anymore, right?

No, no, even if she can't die, it's not a bad thing, she can definitely lose a lot of weight, so she won't have to worry about losing weight anymore!
Meng Xingzhi walked too fast, his steps were a little unsteady, her body was shaking so badly in his arms that she couldn't help but want to vomit, but she just vomited out like that, those dirty things made people feel sick. The disgusting filth sprayed all over him, as if spraying it on his face.

Her vision was already blurred, she didn't know what Meng Xingzhi's expression was, was it disgusting or loathing?

She didn't have the energy to think about it anymore, she felt very tired, very tired, her eyelids closed heavily, and there was no way to open them again.

She seemed to have a dream, in which her father led her to pray in the church when she was a child——

"Lord Jesus, everything is in your hands. I pray to you, and give you first as a sacrifice of thanksgiving, so that I can find my real self in this illusory world..."

"Lovely Lord, God who loves us, thank you for giving me such a lovely daughter..."

Her tears suddenly flowed down, in the sinking and boundless darkness, she felt that she had been sinking, sinking...

"drive!"

Meng Xingzhi yelled loudly, Yang Shi who was standing by the car was stunned for a moment before he could react, he quickly opened the car door, Meng Xingzhi hugged Xiao Ran into the car, the car immediately sped forward.

Yang Shi sat on the co-pilot's seat and looked back from time to time. He didn't quite know what happened, but seeing Xiao Ran covered in blood made his heart hang.

Meng Xingzhi's face was very ugly. Yang Shi had been by his side for many years, and knew that he was not an emotional character, so his expression was probably because he was so angry.

The car stopped under the hospital building.

Xiao Ran was sent to the operating room, and Meng Xingzhi stood in front of the window in the corridor and lit a cigarette.

The window was wide open, and he was only wearing a thin shirt. Yang Shi took off his coat and handed it over, but Meng Xingzhi waved his hand.

He lowered his head, frowned, and took a few deep puffs of the cigarette, then raised his head slightly and exhaled a string of smoke rings. The pungent smoke lingered in the cold wind and disappeared without a trace.

He rested on the window sill with one hand, and held a cigarette in the other hand. The sparks on the cigarette butt flickered on and off, and his eyes were dark and gloomy.

"President Meng, Miss Xiao..."

Yang Shi boldly asked, Meng Xingzhi turned around with sharp eyes: "Don't say a single word about what happened today!"

His voice was hoarse and deep, Yang Shi was startled by his serious appearance, and nodded repeatedly: "I know, don't worry, I won't leak a word!"

Meng Xingzhi stopped talking and just smoked cigarettes one after another. About four or ten minutes after Xiao Ran was pushed into the emergency room, the door of the emergency room finally opened wide, and a doctor came out with blood on his hands, with a worried expression on his face.

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

Meng Xingzhi pinched his cigarette and took a step forward: "I am."

"She's pregnant and you still hit her so hard? You don't care about the adults and you don't worry about the baby in your stomach?" The doctor scolded him unceremoniously. Yang Shi's anxious eyes were red, and he peeked at Meng Xingzhi clenched his fists. Tight, his face was silent and condensed, his thin lips were tightly drawn into a line, obviously suppressing his anger.

(End of this chapter)