Yi Wanjun heard the sound of soft footsteps in the doorway, and her eyes were still in the sky high outside the window. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What he said was to Du Qingjin, who entered the ward at this time, "You are here." ”

Then, she slowly turned her head and looked at Du Qingjin at the door.

Her tone was very indifferent, not a little surprised, because she had been waiting for her to arrive, and now that she had finally arrived, she was naturally not surprised.

Du Qingjin's footsteps paused slightly, but a hint of surprise flashed in his heart, and then he regained his composure, "It turns out that you have been waiting for me, sorry to keep you waiting for a long time." ”

The tone of the conversation between the two people at this time is like two good friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, and there is no barrier between them.

It's just that the undercurrent in it is only known to those who know the relationship between the two.

Yi Wanjun bowed her head and motioned for her to come over and do it, and said with a light smile: "Ten years, it's long enough." ”

Du Qingjin was not polite, came to the bedside, opened a chair, and sat down.

Hearing Yi Wanjun's words full of deep meaning, he just pulled his lips indifferently, "How come, didn't I just see it a few days ago." ”

As she spoke, her gaze swept over her leg under Yi Wanjun's quilt.

Yi Wanjun sighed lightly, "Can you tell me how you've spent all these years?"

Du Qingjin looked at Yi Wanjun quietly, and when she heard her question, she couldn't help but let out a sneer in a nasal voice, "Yi Wanjun, can you put away your hypocrisy, it's all at this time, do you think those are still important?"

Yi Wanjun ignored her taunts, but insisted on repeating the question just now, "How have you lived all these years, why did you painstakingly design a fake death scam? ”

Thinking of the moment Du Qingjin appeared in the abandoned factory that day, the sadness and blankness revealed in Shen Zhizhuo's eyes deeply pierced her heart.

As if he had heard some funny joke, Du Qingjin actually raised his head and laughed, until the corners of his eyes were moist when he laughed, and then he gradually stopped laughing.

"He's innocent, hehe, Yi Wanjun, then who do you say isn't innocent, ah?" When Du Qingjin said this, he released a cold breath all over his body, and there was a thick sadness lingering.

This made Yi Wanjun a little confused, but she didn't speak, only listening to Du Qingjin continue: "Do you know why I hate you and Shen Hongyuan so much?"

Yi Wanjun just frowned slightly, did not speak, but patiently waited for her next words.

Du Qingjin didn't follow the topic just now, he turned the conversation, looked at Yi Wanjun's eyes, and said with a strange expression: "What kind of feeling do you say you burned your child to ashes with your own hands, huh?"

Hearing her words, Yi Wanjun shivered violently, and then bit her lower lip fiercely, as if she was reminded of the most painful scar in her heart, and her painful face became as pale as paper as soon as she brushed it.

The hand on the quilt was clenched into a fist, and the nails were embedded in the palm, and there was a sharp stinging pain, but it could not dissipate the pain in the bottom of the heart, which was several times heavier than this.

Seeing her words, Du Qingjin smiled with satisfaction, "Isn't it painful, that kind of heart-rending pain, is it yourself who makes you want to be burned to ashes? That kind of despair that life is worse than death, does it make you feel that every breath is a sin?"

Du Qingjin's expression became a little crazy at this time, and seeing her like this, everyone in the next ward couldn't sit still.

They were all talking about whether they couldn't let her and Yi Wanjun be in the same room, if she suddenly did something to hurt Yi Wanjun, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

It was still Uncle Lin, the elder here, who stood up to stop everyone, "Madame said, without her signal, it is best for everyone not to show up suddenly. ”

Hearing Uncle Lin's reminder, they all had to be patient and continue to observe the situation in the ward next door.

Yi Wanjun looked at Du Qingjin strangely, and there was an extremely strong uneasiness in her heart, her performance was too strange, why did she seem to have experienced it herself when she said this.

But after thinking about it, she felt that her idea was too absurd, but just when she denied the absurd idea that suddenly came to her, Du Qingjin spoke again: "

Du Qingjin slowly raised his hands and looked at them carefully in front of him, "Haha, Yi Wanjun, how does the pain of losing a child feel?" ”

Yi Wanjun's eyes were already covered with a layer of mist, yes, she was right, when she learned that her child was born and died, she couldn't sleep all night after that kind of pain.

Later, she was forced to burn the child's remains to ashes with her own hands, and finally ended up with no bones left, the kind of heart-piercing pain has made her lose the belief in survival, so that day she wanted to exchange her own life for everyone's lives.

Knowing that today, as long as she thinks of that hard-working child, she can't breathe in heartache.

Seeing two lines of tears left in the corners of Yi Wanjun's eyes, Du Qingjin showed a triumphant smile, "You said that if this kind of pain of losing a child is borne twice in a row, what do you think will happen to that person, will he collapse and jump from the high 15th floor to end this pain?"

Yi Wanjun was completely stunned by Du Qingjin's words, and seemed unable to pick up her thoughts that seemed to be confused at this time, and forcibly suppressed the sharp pain in her heart that was aroused by her, looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Du Qingjin slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the slightly blurred snow scene downstairs from a high place.

He raised his head again and looked at the sky as if he could reach it.

When she saw her hand in front of her, her eyes suddenly sank, and the aura around her whole body became sad.

Continuing to face the window, he put both hands in front of his eyes, and looked carefully for a long time before he said, "What a pair of white hands, but I can't wait to chop them off, do you know why?"

She didn't turn around, just turned her back to Yi Wanjun on the hospital bed, and asked in a calm tone.

Without waiting for Yi Wanjun behind her to respond to her, she said to herself again: "Because it is these hands that buried my child, my child, he is so obedient and cute, he has not even come to call me mom, and he was mercilessly buried by it......"

Du Qingjin's words were like an atomic bomb, exploding among all those who heard them.

Everyone who heard her words without exception was as if struck by lightning, and they froze in place, motionless, as if they could not believe what she had just said.

And everyone in Yi Wanjun and the other ward, including herself, didn't know that at this time, outside Yi Wanjun's ward, there were two tall figures standing, standing at the door, listening to everything in the ward very clearly.

Ling Chenfeng turned his head worriedly to look at Shen Zhizhuo, who was standing beside him, his face was pale and weak, as if he would fall in the next second.

But I saw that he was surprisingly calm at this time, there was no expression on his face, but the hands he put on his sides were tightly clenched into fists, because of the force, the green tendons on the back of his hands were faintly visible, just when Ling Chenfeng was worried and wanted to comfort him, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a few drops of bright red slowly dripping from the gap in his fist, smashing on the ground at his feet, splashing extremely small blood splashes.

At this time, the voice of voice came from the ward again.

It's just that the content of the conversation heard this time has completely exceeded the tolerance limit of everyone, including Shen Zhizhuo, and a shocking truth has subverted everyone's cognition. (To be continued.) )