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Chapter 312 Spring flowers are green, autumn leaves are scattered

People are chess pieces, the chessboard is in the country, and it is fate that plays chess. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

You never know what role fate will pick you up and put in the next moment on this huge chessboard, tragedy or comedy, slaying a dragon or becoming a dragon slaughtered by others is only a thought of fate, as a pawn, people can laugh and scold but can't change anything.

There are too many brushes of shoulders, no matter how you look at it, there are suspicions of dog blood, too many dazed responses also have deliberate traces, and in the dark, there are always people arranging everything.

Zhao Li entered the wing room, which was filled with smoke and incense.

There was a person kneeling in the wing, a woman who Zhao Li was very familiar with, with her back to the door, looking up at the statue of Guanyin on the wall, chanting words.

In silence, Zhao Li didn't bother, quietly closed the door, and sat on the chair in the middle, which happened to be the position where Zhao Huchen had sat before.

After a long time, the woman got up from the ground, sat in front of Zhao Li, and looked at her.

"I know you're uncomfortable." Zhao Li is used to seeing too many ordinary things about life and death, and it is difficult to affect her emotional fluctuations, but at this moment, this matter itself is born by her blood, and secondly, how graceful and elegant she is even the woman in front of her, the more profound the previous perfect influence, the more thoroughly she can feel her sadness at this time, sighing softly, and a thousand words, Zhao Li can only spit out such a word that does not carry much lethality.

"Where did you come back from?" The woman asked softly.

Zhao Li nodded, "The photos have been passed over before, you can see it." ”

"Looked." The woman nodded, as if she was more sad than dead.

"You're only going to make others more uncomfortable. No one wants such a thing to happen, but since we have already given birth, we must always look forward and not think about ourselves and others. Zhao Li gently comforted.

"For the sake of others?" The woman asked rhetorically, and there was a touch of cold and bitter sharpness on that soft face, "I have been thinking about people all my life, twenty years ago your brother said this to me, your second brother knelt on the ground and begged me, I thought for you, for this family, for the old Zhao family, I personally sent my own flesh and blood out, our mother and son have been separated for twenty years, and now I am separated from my child forever, who else do you want me to think for?" Is it your eldest brother, my husband or your second brother, or you or your old Zhao family? ”

Zhao Li was silent, looking at the woman who became strange because of her expression, this woman who should have called her sister-in-law, somehow suddenly thought of the woman who slapped her in Zhaojia Village that day, and the expressions of the two women who were not related to each other turned out to be so identical.

"The Zhao family is sorry for you. But my dad died too. Zhao Li said lightly.

"So you are ashamed of your elders and ashamed of your juniors, no matter how prominent the glory of this life is, what can you do if you are called the king and emperor in China?" The woman asked in a trembling voice.

Zhao Li frowned and didn't speak.

"My child, I must not have eaten enough." The woman asked in a sobbing voice.

Zhao Li was silent.

"I must have never dressed warmly." The woman followed after her and said.

No matter how hard-hearted Zhao Li was, she couldn't help but feel sour at this time, and followed the woman's words one after another, which were not more like forcing questions, and thought of the life of a child and an old man who listened to the couple in that house that night in the past 20 years.

"My child, that's my child," the woman clutched her heart and burst into tears.

"Why can other people's children be fed and clothed, and they can grow up healthily with their fathers and mothers, and I have to endure being separated from my children for 20 years, and finally end up in the point of eternal separation, why do my children have to endure hardships and stand hard work, never have a good day, have never been to the playground, have not worn good clothes, and have not said their grievances in the arms of their mothers," the woman cried.

Zhao Li turned her head, the sourness in her heart gradually flooded her eyes, she knew more about the suffering of the child she had never met than a woman, but she didn't dare to say it, for fear that a woman would not be able to bear it and collapse.

"My requirements are really not high, I just want my child to be well fed and warmly clothed, someone to dress him when it's cold, someone to cook for him when he's hungry, that's all."

"I'm sorry." Zhao Ligui made the god say these three words, in fact, as the most child of the Zhao family, whether it is emotional or reasonable, she should say these three words, not to her sister-in-law, but to a woman who has dedicated herself to her family for more than 20 years and has never complained.

The woman seemed to have heard of it.

"Let's go." The woman stood up and waved her hand, disheartened.

"Go back and tell your brother, I don't plan to go back, whether he remarries or divorces, it's up to him." The woman said softly.

"Sister-in-law." Zhao Li frowned and shouted.

The woman stood at the window, looking at the water, but did not speak.

"What are you going to do? He's also the child you've raised for more than ten years, so you're going to leave him alone? Zhao Li asked.

"Gou Chen?" The woman asked rhetorically, but her face became more and more pale, "You know, since I learned about this, I have had the same dream every night, I dreamed that my child was wearing a torn dress and grabbing the corner of my clothes with tears in my eyes and asking me why I was so good to other people's children, why I didn't want him. Every day I wake up here, with a sense of regret that you never know and will not experience, I pour all my feelings for my child into another person, but let my child suffer from the cold wind and rain, every time I think about it, my child will become a ghost to come to me."

Zhao Li's face changed greatly.

"Gou Chen has also grown up, and he knows that he is not our biological child, the child has his own inhumane thoughts, I have never looked at it in my eyes over the years, but now I don't bother to look at him anymore, anyway, your brother has it in his heart. How guilty I am, full of guilt for my children, the deeper this guilt is, the heavier my resentment towards Gou Chen towards myself, I complain that Gou Chen has robbed me of all the feelings that should have been given to my own children, and I blame myself for making a big mistake when I thought about it" The woman sat at the window, as if she had lost all her strength, and she couldn't even speak.

"I'll come to see you in a few days, you should know what kind of person my eldest brother is, if he knows that you made this decision, I'm afraid it will really tear down the Jiming Temple, I don't support your decision, but I can understand your feelings, but there is one thing I must tell you, he may not be dead." Zhao Li said calmly.

The woman at the window shuddered, as if she had heard the most unbelievable words.

"This is not to comfort you, you know that I am not that kind of person, if my eldest brother said something may have other purposes, but I won't, so I didn't tell my eldest brother this guess before, just for fear that he told you too early and it would have the opposite effect, I know my eldest brother's personality you know better, so I waited until now to come and tell you in person." Before, it was said that the couple in Zhaojia Village told me personally, but I guessed that their angry words were more likely at the time, and later some clues showed that the child did not die as they said, and I did not see the child's grave next to the old man's grave, so it stands to reason that if he is really dead, he should be buried together, but this is not the case. My suggestion is that you take the time to see for yourself after a while, and in any case, even if my guess is just speculation, you should go and see for yourself the place where your child has lived and grown up for twenty years, and I think he would want you to do that, whether he lives or dies. Zhao Li said softly.

The woman bit her lip and said nothing.

Zhao Li waited for a long time, sighed softly, stood up and walked to the door, and said in a tone that had never been done before, "No matter what, our Zhao family owes your mother and son, even if it is a relative." My eldest brother doesn't say it, but it doesn't mean that he is not uncomfortable, I hope you don't have any mustard because of this, no matter what, I am his sister, although you are his wife, but I always knew him earlier than you, since that's it, if the eldest brother is the big brother who is easy to show vulnerability, then he is not him, and Zhao Demon Buddha is not Zhao Demon Buddha. I hope you can understand, as for Gou Chen's child, I don't like him since I don't like him, but I also want to say a fair word, regardless of the child's temperament for the time being, at least he has grown up with you This relationship can't be erased, and it is also a natural choice for you to pour your feelings into him, from the day you agreed to adopt him, he is innocent in this matter. ”

After speaking, Zhao Li left quietly, and the woman at the window didn't stay or speak, looking at the misty sky, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Outside Jiming Temple, Zhao Huchen took Rouge into a taxi, said the name of the hotel to the driver, and looked at a Mercedes-Benz parked not far from the roadside, Zhao Huchen turned his head to Rouge and said, "Do you remember the last two lines of the song?" Read it to me. ”

Rouge nodded obediently and opened his mouth gently, "Spring flowers are green, autumn leaves are scattered, infinite like the heart is at ease, and the silence is natural." ”

Zhao Huchen closed his eyes, quietly listened to Rouge recite a total of twenty-four words in four paragraphs, opened his eyes and smiled, "Spring flowers are green, and autumn leaves are scattered." A drink and a peck are not determined by heaven, and they cannot be forced. ”

Rouge listened quietly, did not interject or speak, looked out through the back window of the taxi, the Jiming Temple that was gradually moving away, in the vague and hazy scene, it seemed that a young delicate woman came down from the mountain, followed by a man, opened the Mercedes-Benz door and entered, and then disappeared in the opposite direction into this misty city.