I think the most tragic thing in life now is to lose and regain and lose again.

Obviously, he had made his best efforts, and it was not easy for Uncle Yong to wake up, but despair followed.

Yang Xiuying and Qianqian were the first to walk into the emergency room, and before a minute had passed, they called me in, standing in front of the hospital bed, my throat seemed to be blocked, and I didn't know what to say. Uncle Yong just took my hand and said weakly that I would help him take good care of Yang Xiuying and Qianqian, saying that he was blinded by lard, so he did something stupid, let me not blame others, and don't trouble Zhu Yousheng in the future, and live a good life.

I nodded my head in tears, and finally Uncle Yong said that I would help him find the child. But before I could ask clearly, Uncle Yong had already given up.

What was supposed to be a happy night turned into a parting in an instant, a parting of life and death.

For the next three days, I don't know how I spent it, anyway, it was a mess, and I knew that Uncle Yong was buried in the village, in the ancestral cemetery of the old Wu family. Then I returned to the city in a daze, and only now did I know why Uncle Yong was chased by the anti-pornography police.

Dad told me that he took Uncle Yong to find more than a dozen Tulang in the nearby township, and there was no way for this Tulang, and finally came up with an idea, saying that some women who are proficient in room art may be able to cure Uncle Yong's inaction. This is the method that Tulang has heard from others, saying that many people have been cured.

That's what Daddy said, it's not the way to do it!

After Uncle Yong returned to the city, he wandered around various hair salons and massage parlors, looking for women who were proficient in sexual art. This finally explains why he came home and became strange, so busy taking a shower and throwing his clothes in the washing machine.

Because all he came into contact with outside was those rouge vulgar fans, he was afraid that Yang Xiuying would blame him. It's a pity that in the end, Uncle Yong still couldn't be cured, but because of an accidental anti-pornography, he buried his life, which can't be blamed on the police, only Uncle Yong himself.

Now I also understand better how much of an impact it can have on men, and how much it can make people lose their minds and go astray.

I also know that Yang Xiuying is still blaming Uncle Yong, she must have blamed Uncle Yong for not telling her about this kind of thing, but ran alone to find some woman who is proficient in house arts, she is Uncle Yong's wife, why can't she say it?

And this incident hit her so hard that she took a leave of absence from school and locked herself in her room all day, ignoring no one. Qianqian is the same, she has no heart to study, and when she comes home from school, she hides in her room and continues to smoke cigarette by cigarette.

I started to smoke too, but when I saw the gradually thin faces of their mother and daughter, I remembered Uncle Yong's words, and I remembered that I was a man, if I were all depressed, what would Yang Xiuying do? So I'm going to start being strong.

First of all, the first thing I did was to find Yang Xiuying and ask her what Uncle Yong's last sentence meant, and why he said that he wanted to help him find a child.

Yang Xiuying said that Qianqian's blood type did not match her and Uncle Yong at all.

I was blindsided!

Qianqian was not born to Uncle Yong and Yang Xiuying? So what the hell is going on?

Yang Xiuying said that she didn't know, she guessed that when she was in the baby room of the hospital, Uncle Yong held the wrong child, which was the only thing she could think about these days.

I said what then? She said that Qianqian didn't know about this yet, and she would never let Qianqian suffer this blow again. I nodded solemnly, because Uncle Yong died, Qianqian couldn't hold it anymore, if I let her know about it again, I really couldn't believe that something would happen to her.

It must not withstand another blow!

I continued to comfort her, saying that things were already like this, and that life went on. She smiled bitterly, and it seemed that she still refused to forgive Uncle Yong.

When I was about to walk out of the room, Yang Xiuying suddenly asked faintly, "Don't you have anything else to tell me?" "I stood in the doorway and was stunned, I said that I did go to the elite taekwondo gym last time, and then she didn't say anything.

When it was almost evening, I logged on to the WeChat account and found that Yang Xiuying had sent me a lot of messages, all of which had been sent in the past two days. I looked at them one by one, and she said she couldn't forgive her for her negligence. If she had cared a little more, if she had said more words of relief when her husband found out that he was not lifting, maybe it would not have caused such a tragedy.

However, she said that she couldn't forgive her husband's betrayal, and actually went to find a woman who was proficient in room art, isn't she a woman? If her husband asks her to do something she hasn't done before, won't she do it for the sake of her husband?

She would, but her husband didn't give her this chance at all, but went to find another woman.

This is a betrayal of no trust at all.

If she had known that this was the case, she would rather agree to her parents' request to compensate her husband with 150,000 yuan, and then divorce, and such a thing would not happen now. But there are no ifs in life, and there is no chance to make new choices.

She said that now she doesn't even have her daughter as her own, which makes her heart disheartened. However, what is even more tragic is that she can't find anyone by her side to complain about, and she can no longer find a shoulder that she can lean on.

Seeing this, my heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle for no reason, and there was a tingling pain.

Yang Xiuying's parents have ridiculously poor character, either forcing them to remarry, or saying some cool things, and they have never considered problems from her standpoint, and her sisters are the same. When Uncle Yong was buried the day before yesterday, I didn't see any sadness on their faces, but they seemed to be relieved, and even on the way back, they began to plan to introduce Yang Xiuying to the object.

Can such a person comfort Yang Xiuying? This is to sprinkle salt on the wound.

She is a woman after all, and she has been hit so hard in succession that it is extremely rare to be able to persevere, and she cannot be asked to do more.

I continued to watch, and she said that she wanted to get drunk now, and it was better not to wake up again. Because when you wake up, you have to face so many troubles.

This is the idea of suicide.

I was taken aback, and in the end, she said that if I really care about her and like her, then stand up and stand in front of her, she just wants a support, wants me to talk to her, and don't make any excuses for not being in Jeonju. She said that after a year, I was always busy, and she didn't believe that I really couldn't spare even two hours of time.

If I make excuses again, then she will no longer find anyone to comfort her, and after she returns the money to me, she will never contact me again, and she will be treated as if she is dead.

If the tone is very heavy, it is very decisive!

I knew I had no excuse to say no again, and this time she was here for real, and at a point where there was no way out. I didn't hesitate, I sent a message directly, saying okay, she chose the place.

After a while, Yang Xiuying replied to the message, and she asked me if I remembered the first time I invited her out.

I was stunned and said okay, then Shangri-La Hotel, room 808.

After sending it, I changed into a set of clothes and left the house, this has to be there before Yang Xiuying, right? I took a taxi to the Shangri-La International Hotel, and when I came to the counter and asked how much room 808 cost a night, the waiter gave me a contemptuous look and said no.

"Grass and mud horses, when Lao Tzu has no money?" I slapped the 20,000 yuan from my bag on the counter, "Do you have it now?" ”

If it weren't for the ATM that can only withdraw 20,000 yuan now, I will take 60,000 yuan to smash him in the face, I used to hear that the quality of the waiters in the big hotel is very high, but now it doesn't seem to be the case. My heart was already on fire, and he insisted on hitting the muzzle of the gun, obviously there was a room bias to say no, didn't he look down on me?

"Sir, there is a room, but you have to show your ID." The waiter was immediately polite.

"Smack!"

I slapped my student ID on the counter and said, "Is this okay?" ”

Even the waiter next to me and the guests who came to register looked at me in surprise, and I glanced at them coldly, "Students can't open rooms?" ”

"This ...... There's no rule either! "The waiter finally began to help me register, and finally he gave me a room card and a deposit slip, I looked, it's really fucking ruthless, the room fee for room 808 for one night is 5888, a total of 20,000, and the other more than 10,000 have all become deposits.

Damn, I used to talk about it casually, but I really didn't know that this big hotel was so expensive, it was a robbery.

I regret it a little in my heart, but it's obviously too late, I can only walk to the elevator with my room card, anyway, I promised Yang Xiuying to meet today, and I have already let it go, why don't you choose a decent way to die?