Where Our Marriage Goes

After Zhang Jiahe discussed with Chen Ling, they cremated Xiao Tianyu's body together, and then took the ashes back to their hometown for burial.

Because of the death of her baby grandson, old lady Zhang fainted with grief. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and there was no big problem. At present, she is still living in the hospital and the old man is taking close care of her.

Xiao Tianyu was buried in the ancestral Mausoleum of Zhang Jia.

The moment Xiao Tianyu settled down, he and the troubled world came to an end.

Three days have passed since her son stopped breathing. Chen Ling has hardly entered the water and rice, and the whole person has long been haggard.

Since Xiao Tianyu's illness to now, Chen Ling has never put on makeup well, and even her favorite gold jewelry is not worn.

In the past, the beautiful woman with heavy makeup and jewels had no idea where she had gone. Now Chen Lingru is a poor person who has experienced vicissitudes of life.

When Zhang Jiahe came out of the cemetery, he stopped Chen Ling; "What are your plans for the next step?"

Chen Ling was slightly stunned, then slowly turned around and met Zhang Jiahe's concerned eyes; "I want to leave here. My eldest son is studying at University in Shanghai. I plan to live there for a while. Tianyu is gone. Now he is the only person I can rely on."

Zhang Jiahe gave a sound and then said; "We can start over if you like."

Chen Ling smiled coldly; "I know you're pitying me. You haven't loved me since you married me. Jiahe; in the past, I didn't know how to manage marriage and what is the most precious thing in the world, so we came to this step. We made a mistake at the beginning, which hurt Lu Yingxue's mother and daughter, our heaven and even ourselves. We don't know Can continue to make mistakes. "

Chen Ling's words were like a sharp dagger. Zhang Jiahe felt pain at the bottom of his heart.

He stared deeply at the strange face, then nodded slightly and said slowly; "I respect your choice. Call me whenever you encounter difficulties in the future."

Xiao Tianyu's death made Zhang Jiahe and Chen Ling understand a lot of truth, but it was too late. They could never go back to the past after all.

Perhaps only their own ends of the world is the best arrangement for each other.

Their original one thought difference led to one wrong step, one wrong step at a time, and finally they couldn't clean up. They missed each other and hurt the most important people in their lives.

Many mistakes will never be recovered once the cities.

Many people will never have it once they miss it.

Many wounds cannot heal once they exist.

Two days later, Chen Ling took the long-distance bus to Shanghai. The winter in the North was too cold and painful. She needed to go to a warm place to keep out the cold and heal her wounds.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jiahe returned to Qingdao.

After returning to Qingdao, Zhang Jiahe rushed to the hospital to see his mother for the first time.

After several days of recuperation, Mrs. Zhang's physical condition has been much better.

"Son; now that the sky is gone, painting is the only hope of our family. You have to get her back." old lady Zhang took Zhang Jiahe's hand and danced with tears.

Zhang Jiahe murmured as he recovered his hand; "Mom, you need to take good care of yourself now. Don't think about anything else."

Mrs. Zhang sighed and said helplessly; "How can I not? When I close my eyes, I will see Tianyu. There are always auditory hallucinations. I hear Tianyu calling my grandmother. I know that Tianyu has completely lost me. I don't want to lose my granddaughter. You bring the painting back. Although she is a girl, she is also your child at least. I heard that many families without sons are broken by girls after they die 。”

Zhang Jiahe frowned helplessly; "Mom, Tianyu just left. I don't want to think about anything. I hope to be quiet. And painting. I can't have to let her live with us. She lives well now. I hope to see her occasionally. I'm sorry for Tianyu and don't want to be sorry for painting. My biological father's best love for painting now is to let her live a quiet life."

After leaving the hospital, Zhang Jiahe went to the parking lot, but unexpectedly he met Qin Zhiyuan.

Qin Zhiyuan did not expect that he would meet Zhang Jiahe when he came to the hospital to visit a colleague who had undergone appendicitis surgery.

He naturally sympathized with Zhang Jiahe's experience.

Although Zhang Jiahe is a man who is not dedicated to his feelings, there is no denying that he is a good father.

Qin Zhiyuan took the initiative to take a few steps towards Zhang Jiahe to greet him; "Lao Zhang, are you not feeling well when you come to the hospital?"

Zhang Jiahe is busy; "My mother is in the hospital. Let me see him. By the way, Lao Qin, is she okay? Does she know about Tianyu?"

"Xiaoxue told her about painting that day. She cried for a long time. Originally, Xiaoxue wanted to take her to see her brother for the last time, but she refused to draw. After all, she is a child and directly faces the bodies of her relatives. It's too cruel. She hasn't eaten well in painting these two days, but she didn't delay her study at all. She told me that you should study hard and become a doctor in the future Qin Zhiyuan's face was full of heartache when he said that he had invented a medicine that could treat incurable diseases.

Zhang Jiahe's heart tightened slightly. He took a step backward and then walked in a secluded way; "Lao Qin: I'm wrong. I shouldn't have broken into the life of painting. If I hadn't had to recognize painting for my own sake, she wouldn't have experienced everything after. Now she's still a carefree child."

Looking at Zhang Jiahe's deep regret, Qin Zhiyuan sighed slightly; "When things have come to this point, don't blame yourself. Just realize that you've missed it. Tianyu's things still have some impact on the psychology of painting. I've discussed with Xiaoxue. I'll take her for a psychological consultation at the weekend. Timely psychological intervention will make the painting get out of the haze as soon as possible."

Zhang Jiahe nodded slightly and said sincerely; "Lao Qin; thank you!"

Qin Zhiyuan said faintly; "You don't have to thank me. Painting is also my daughter."

They said a few more words and then went in different directions.

Before going to bed, Qin Zhiyuan told Yingxue about meeting Zhang Jiahe at the gate of the hospital this day.

"Xiaoxue; I think when the mood of painting is better, let her go to see Zhang Jiahe more. Now his daughter is his only hope." Qin Zhiyuan said slowly.

Yingxue thought for a moment and said; "Let's talk about it then. At present, what I care about is that the mood of painting can be adjusted quickly. How's the consultant you contacted? Can you pass this weekend?"

Qin Zhiyuan said hurriedly; "We can draw on Saturday. You can rest assured that the psychological consultant I contacted is very famous in Qingdao and has also been on some emotional programs. Her name is Xia Xinlan. You can google."

Yingxue picks up her mobile phone and Baidu. The consultant named Xia Xinlan is indeed a well-known consultant in the industry, and has published several best-selling books on psychology. Her research field is adolescent mental health.

On Saturday, Yingxue and Qin Zhiyuan took xiaoruhua to Xia Xinlan's studio.

In order not to burden xiaoruhua, Yingxue and Qin Zhiyuan tell her that they are going to meet a very good aunt. She likes chatting with children very much.

Xia Xinlan's studio is very warm. It is divided into two rooms inside and outside. The outside is simple consultation, while the inside is a secret room, which needs in-depth consultation.

Xia Xinlan had a brief exchange with Yingxue and Qin Zhiyuan. Before, Qin Zhiyuan had written an email about xiaoruhua to Xia Xinlan.

Xia Xinlan already knew the basic situation of Xiao Ruhua. She first communicated with her parents for a while, and then began to communicate with Xiao Ruhua. After the little girl got familiar with her, Xia Xinlan took her into the secret room, while Yingxue and Qin Zhiyuan waited outside.

Almost an hour later, she came out of the secret room as small as a picture. Her look was obviously much lighter than when she first came.

Xia Xinlan asks Qin Zhiyuan to take the little girl outside first. She leaves Yingxue and tells her picturesque situation in detail.

Fortunately, the little girl's situation is not so bad. She only needs to do two or three consultations, and the rest is for parents to accompany her and do more interesting things with her. It's best to travel once.

Snow asked Xiao Ruhua on the way home. Do you like aunt Xia?

Xiao Ruhua liked her weak answer very much. She was kinder and more interesting than the kindergarten teacher. When she knew I could draw, she let me draw, and then gave me guidance.

Yingxue is relieved to see that the little girl doesn't reject psychological counseling at all; "Draw; Aunt Xia also likes you very much. She hopes to see you again tomorrow."

The little girl tilted her head and said; "Will mom and Dad take me to Aunt Xia's house tomorrow?"

"No matter where you go, dad and I will always be with you." Yingxue stares at the little girl's big watery eyes and says seriously.

Xiao Ruhua gave a sound, and then took Yingxue's mobile phone. She opened the address book and found the phone of her biological father Zhang Jiahe. Then she edited a text message and sent it directly. The content of the text message is; "Dad; I'll always be with you."

Yingxue glances at the words on the screen, and her eyes are slightly red.

Soon Zhang Jiahe's text message came back; "Baby; dad will always be with you. Now Dad wants you to be happy. Don't let your mother and Zhiyuan father worry."

Little picturesque stared at the screen for a long time before he began to reply; "Dad, don't worry. I'll be a good child to save my mother, you and Zhiyuan's father."

Next, Yingxue and Qin Zhiyuan took xiaoruhua to Xia Xinlan for several consultations. After each consultation, the little girl's psychological condition was greatly improved.

Seeing that the smile on the little girl's face slowly increased, Yingxue's heart began to fall a little.