Qing Benqingchen

Chapter 162 The most bitter thing is lovesickness (1)
Mr. Meng became suspicious, so he couldn't help but speak.

The old man stared: "What? Outsiders are here to sow discord, you, an elder, want to slander the younger?"

"That's not what I mean, it's just that he is my son after all..."

"You don't have to worry, Xingzhi is also my own grandson. I love him no less than you. You are also at such an age. You should go and rest..."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around without waiting for his son to speak again.

At this time, Meng Zhao said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, old man, whether it's a living person or a dead body, I will bring my third uncle back!"

Mrs. Meng immediately burst into tears when she heard the words. Mr. Meng supported his wife, but his eyes couldn't help the anger: "Azhao, people are doing it, and the sky is watching..."

"Yeah, man is doing what the sky is watching, Third Uncle is constantly entangled with the enemy's daughter, this is probably God's punishment for him!"

Meng Zhao sneered and walked away.

Mrs. Meng cried so much that she could hardly stand up. Mr. Meng tried his best to support his old wife, but he couldn't help crying.

Is there anything more sad than losing a child in old age?

It has been five days and five nights, and still no news has come. They are almost in despair, and their relatives also tactfully persuade them to mourn, but for parents, they still refuse to give up until the last moment.

What's even more sad is that thinking that my son is in his 30s without leaving a male and a half female, it hurts like blood dripping in my heart.

If he knew it would be the result of today, why not fulfill his original thoughts?
If he was with that girl from the Xiao family, he would probably have a child to comfort his heart at this time.

Mrs. Meng hardly dared to think about the past. Every time she thought about it, she would beat her chest with regret. If her son really died, what would be the point of her living like this?
At the seaside search and rescue scene until late at night, after all, he was too old and physically weak, so he was persuaded to go back by the juniors.

Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng helped each other back home - after Meng Xingzhi's career had improved and he had the backing of the Ye family, the old man sent them a message to let them go back to their former villa.

This huge villa used to be empty and uncomfortable, but now, I just stand outside and look at the lonely scene inside, so I don't want to go in.

"Don't stand and blow the cold wind. My son hasn't been found. If you fall down again, wouldn't it be my life?"

Mr. Meng comforted his wife.

Mrs. Meng wiped her tears and said: "I heard that what Qiao Ying said today doesn't look like a lie. Eighty percent, eighty percent of what we did and did has something to do with Meng Zhao..."

"What's the use of saying this now? It's serious to bring people back..."

Mr. Meng seemed to have aged several decades, and even his back was bent.

"It's been five days..."

Mrs. Meng couldn't help it, covered her mouth and started crying again: "If nothing happened to Qiao Ying's child, it would be great? At least leave him a little flesh and blood..."

"What are you talking about, everything will be fine! We don't know about our own son? How could he be so prone to accidents?"

"But this is at sea! It's been so many days..."

"Someone is still alive after drifting in the sea for half a month!"

Mr. Meng comforted his wife. In fact, he had already felt extremely uncomfortable and desperate in his heart, but now, there must be someone to support him. His wife is already like this, and he can't fall down even if he gritted his teeth!

The two staggered into the garden hand in hand. The autumn night breeze was cool, but it couldn't resist the chill in people's hearts.

Those who have not experienced the pain and pain of losing a loved one will never know.

It was already late at night when Xiao Jiu received Xiao Ran and Mi Xiu.

The airport was very desolate, when Xiao Jiu hurried in, she saw Xiao Ran almost immediately.

She didn't seem to have changed much, except that she had bangs. Although she became a mother and didn't wear makeup, she still looked immature and green.

Xiao Jiu's eyes were already red, and she ran over calling Xiao Ran's name.

Xiao Ran stood up in a daze, and the moment she saw Xiao Jiu coming over crying, her tears finally fell down as if a bank had burst.

Mi Xiu fell asleep, lying in the little swaddle, cute and well-behaved, Xiao Jiu hugged Xiao Ran and cried a lot before he noticed this white and tender little ball.

Xiao Jiu wanted to hug her, but she didn't dare to hug her, for fear that she would hurt Mi Xiu by being extravagant.

"Of course, this is...my third uncle's?"

Xiao Jiu looked at that little face without blinking, smiled but shed tears again: "If my third uncle found out, he would be so happy... He looks so much like him, especially with his little nose and chin. here……"

Xiao Ran's tears kept falling: "Xiao Jiu, can you take me...to the place where his accident happened?"

Xiao Jiu wiped her tears and stood up: "Of course, it's late at night, we can't let the baby accompany us to blow the cold wind, right? Why don't I send you back to rest first, and we'll go there tomorrow..."

Xiao Ran lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, and his voice was so small that he could barely hear: "Is there no news yet?"

Xiao Jiu nodded, "Of course, I think my Third Tang Uncle probably won't survive..."

"Don't talk nonsense about Xiao Jiu!" Xiao Ran wiped away tears suddenly, "He won't die, I have a hunch! He must still be alive, but there is no way to come back for the time being!"

Xiao Jiu looked at her with pity, Xiao Ran's eyes were red and swollen, but he was stubborn and determined: "He hasn't seen Mi Xiu yet, how could he die? I will never forgive him when he is dead. I hate him too!"

"Of course, don't say it, don't say it..."

Xiao Jiu walked over and hugged her shoulders, Xiao Ran's tears condensed into bean-sized ones, rolling down from the corner of her eyes, she leaned on Xiao Jiu's shoulders almost exhausted, and whispered silently: "If he really If he is dead, his soul should go to see me for the last time, but now... I can't even dream of him, he must not be dead yet..."

"I also think he is not dead, and I also want him to be fine, otherwise what would you do? What about the baby..."

Xiao Jiu didn't know how many times she cried these days. It was only when she saw Xiao Ran that she realized that her pain was probably less than one ten-thousandth of Xiao Ran's.

She used to hate the third uncle so much, and the two of them staggered all the way to the end. They had just exchanged their hearts for the first time, but it was life and death. How did Xiao Ran survive it?
And Mi Xiu, she is less than a month old, she is still so young...

"My third cousin lived in the company before, and my grandpa returned the former villa to their family, but he has been refusing to go back... However, are you going to the third uncle's company now, or go back home? By the way ... Grandpa Tang and the others will be very happy if they know about the existence of Mi Xiu, you don't know these days, I see them two old people getting old and disfigured..."

Xiao Jiu was driving the car, talking all the way, Xiao Ran was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Has he returned the apartment he rented before?"

Xiao Jiu shook her head: "No, I don't know why Uncle Santang has moved away a long time ago, but he still pays the rent all the time."

"I want to go there."

Xiao Jiu didn't ask any further questions, and turned the car around to go to the original apartment.

After being away for nearly a year, everything here seems to have not changed at all. Xiao Ran got off the station and stood on the side of the road, saw the 24-hour convenience store, saw the familiar self-service photo sticker machine, and saw the Looking at the street lights, seeing the faces of those familiar and unfamiliar people, Xiao Ran was in a trance, feeling as if he had never left.

As if she just went out to buy groceries and came back, as if she just went out to drink a cup of tea, the time is still frozen in the past, he is still in this apartment, looking at her with a gentle smile, his eyes seem to give her melt.

Xiao Ran hugged Mi Xiu, and walked slowly into the community.

The lights on the stairs hadn't been fixed yet, and she remembered that in the brief moment of their final love with him, he would carry her or simply hold her downstairs.

Open the anti-theft door and go in. The furnishings in the living room are the same as before, as if she can find him in a certain room if she looks for it.

Xiao Ran wanted to go into their bedroom to have a look, but Mi Xiu started crying. She hurriedly hugged her and sat down on the sofa to nurse. Mi Xiu's fluffy head was pressed against her chest, gurgling very much. Xiang, a thin layer of sweat broke out on the forehead.

Xiao Ran gently wiped it off for her lovingly, Mi Xiu was full and smiled sweetly in his sleep, Xiao Ran lowered his head and kissed her little face, gently put her on the sofa and covered her with a thin quilt.

Xiao Jiu looked at Mi Xiu, Xiao Ran got up and went to their bedroom.

Pushing open the door, Xiao Ran was stunned.

She stared blankly at everything in the house, nothing changed, everything remained the same as when she lived here that night.

He picked up even the small fragments of the broken water glass and put them on the tray on the coffee table, the empty medicine box she left behind, his big slippers she wore, and his slippers that she used as pajamas. The shirts and T-shirts, the powder box she left behind, her photo stickers, and even the wooden comb she combed her hair, and the few long strands of hair wrapped around her, were all carefully kept by him and placed on the bedside table.

Xiao Ran covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, she leaned against the back of the door, and slid slowly to sit on the floor.

Meng Xingzhi...Meng Xingzhi...

She called his name over and over again, but she couldn't make a sound, her throat was so tight that it hurt.

But no matter how hard she shed tears, how pitifully she cried, there would no longer be those big hands holding her tightly, giving her warmth and pampering without hesitation.

Meng Xingzhi, Meng Xingzhi...

Xiao Ran almost knelt and crawled to the big bed. The pillow she had slept on was close to his. The bed sheet was still the light green color of that day, but it was extremely clean, without even a single wrinkle.

Xiao Ran cried so hard that she almost lost her breath. She looked at the things on the bedside table one by one, and suddenly found a small note paper with writing on it. She carefully held it in her hand as if she had found a treasure.

I figured it out.

There are only five words, so simple, but full of affection.

She has seen his handwriting before, it is sharp and scribbled, every stroke is as sharp as a sword move, but when he writes these five words, it seems that his lingering thoughts are carried between the strokes, through the back of the paper, everything It is lovesickness and tenderness.

Xiao Ran pasted that small piece of paper on his heart, Meng Xingzhi, Meng Xingzhi...

Every moment you think about me, I think about you a thousand times, and every minute you think about me, I think about you more and more painfully.

Before I knew it, I already loved you so much.

So, don't leave me, don't leave me alone, come back to me!

The wind at the beach was too strong, Mi Xiu stayed in the car and was hugged by Xiao Jiu, and Xiao Ran walked to the beach alone.

(End of this chapter)