Chapter Eighty-Six: Lying to the Outside World
Yuan Zhixia got out of the hospital, and when she returned home, she could only lie to the outside world, saying that Fan Jun died in a car accident, and she couldn't tell all the causes and consequences. All the relatives and friends were comforting the couple and weeping, saying, 'You two are so kind, why is God so unfair to you?' There was a sigh.
After relatives and friends left, Yuan Zhixia remembered Qiao Qiaoyan, this child who is also hard-working, she now has no father, no mother and no husband, and she wants to go to see her, but she doesn't know where she lives. called Qiao Qiaoyan, and the moment she heard her voice, Yuan Zhixia couldn't cry, she was extremely sad, she really wanted to see Qiao Qiaoyan, and the two of them hugged each other and cried happily.
Although he only heard Yuan Zhixia's cry and didn't hear what she said, Qiao Qiaoyan, who put down the phone, hurried to Yuan Zhixia's house. Seeing Yuan Zhixia and Fan Qinglin, they were together and cried in the dark. 'Qiaoyan, mom is sorry for you, Junchao killed your mom and dad, I'm sorry. Yuan Zhixia cried and wanted to kneel, but was stopped by Qiao Qiaoyan.
'Mom, don't cry, it's not your fault, it's Fan Junchao who killed it, besides, it's my parents who deserve it, they are too much. Although Qiao Qiaoyan has lost her parents, she has also washed her face with tears these days, but she doesn't want to anger the hard-working parents, and their mood will not be better than hers.
'Qiaoyan, my mother really regrets it, isn't it just a divorce, why can't my mother agree, resulting in the loss of our son now, you have no parents. Yuan Zhixia cried remorsefully.
Qiao Qiaoyan lowered her head, not knowing what to say, yes, it is true that Yuan Zhixia is very wrong here, it is her obstruction again and again, making things more and more towards the point of no return.
In fact, she also concealed it, that is, in order to sow discord, she told Qiao Shenghai about the barbecue restaurant, these six people are not clean, they were threatened for their son, they were threatened for their families, two of them were brazen and brazen, one was short-tempered and impulsive, and the other was her, who seemed weak and incompetent but full of scheming.
Each of them has a ghost in their hearts, and they all hide their selfishness, and they don't want others to know about this selfishness, and in the end, they will die and be sad.
Three died, and there were three left, and they were evened, and they didn't owe each other, and they didn't resent each other.
Qiao Qiaoyan quit the house and moved back to Yuan Zhixia and Fan Qinglin, she had to be strong and take care of Yuan Zhixia and Fan Qinglin, in this world, the three of them would depend on each other in the future.
Since then, they have kept silent about this matter, Fan Junchao's name and Qiao Shenghai's Hao Xiangxing's name, they have a tacit understanding not to mention it. It's just that occasionally I will secretly cry, and it will take time to dilute the sadness a little bit.
On the death day, on the Qingming Festival, and on the Midyear Festival, Hao Xiangxing will secretly burn paper for her parents, I don't know how they are doing over there, don't my parents love money the most?
Yuan Zhixia and Fan Qinglin will also burn it, burn it for their son, and chant while burning, 'Son, your mother burned money for you, don't fight with people over there, can you give your parents a dream? Tell your parents how you are doing over there?" Yuan Zhixia put away all her son's things, carefully packed them in the box, especially the photos, look at a heart-rending discomfort once, her son has been bad when he laughed since he was a child, but he was very sticky to her, he was scolded for wetting his pants and grinning at her, she thought that her son would give her a pension for the elderly, even if she didn't support the elderly, it didn't matter, but she wanted to send it to the end, and he didn't even blame him for not sending it to the end, but she couldn't send him to the end.