What Fang Qianmi wanted to hear was not these words at all, she asked anxiously, "Brother He, what you mean by this, are you not going to go to the hospital to see your mother?" ”

He Zhinian shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"I don't know, maybe I should go, but I don't want to worry my dad, after all, he always thinks I'm ominous and will kill them.

Qianmi, I can't go, but can I ask you to go to the hospital for me? If I don't go in, I'll be guarding outside the hospital door, and you can go inside the hospital and show me my mother's appearance, right?

I thought, as long as I don't go in, I won't get my mom, right? ”

Fang Qianmi didn't expect He Zhinian to have such thoughts, he didn't believe what he said to Mi Po at all, so why did he avoid contacting his parents?

She said, "Brother He, you don't really believe that you will kill your mother, right?" ”

He Zhinian shook his head, "I don't believe it. But my parents believed it. So I won't reach out to them unless they want to reach me first. ”

Fang Qian still wanted to speak, but He Zhinian interrupted her, "Qianmi, I don't want to do anything now, I just hope that my mother can get through as soon as possible." It's late at night, I shouldn't bother you, but I can't think of anyone else who can help me but you, so please take me to the hospital with me, I want to wait until my mom comes out of the operating room before leaving. ”

Hearing this, what else could Fang Qianmi say.

She nodded, "Brother He, don't be polite to me." You helped me clarify things on the Internet, and now what is it for me to help you with this little bit? ”

Then Fang Qianmi followed He Zhinian back to the hospital.

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After Han Ce and the others left, Xu Xiaolei woke up the little niece who was still sleeping in the room.

Han Ce didn't know that his little niece was already three years old, could speak, and could communicate clearly with adults, if his sister was really killed by Chen Yihui, his little niece should have heard her father say things like letting her mother die.

So after Han Ce left, he couldn't wait to wake up his little niece, hoping that she would give him the answers he wanted.

However, when the little niece woke up, she didn't know anything.

Xu Xiaolei asked her if she knew where her mother was, and she said that her mother was gone and went to find her father.

Xu Xiaolei asked her why she said this, she took out a piece of paper from under her buttocks, and said in a milky voice, "Before Mom coaxed me to sleep, she handed me this piece of paper, saying that when Dad came back, let me give it to Dad."

I asked my mom when my dad would come back, and she said he would be back tonight. Uncle, mom should have gone to find dad and came back, right? ”

Hearing the child's words, Xu Xiaolei's eyes were red.

He hated Chen Yihui for killing his sister, but his sister still had to write letters to that bastard before she died.

He didn't answer his niece's question, but took the piece of paper from his niece's hand and looked at it carefully.

He hoped to see his sister's complaint against Chen Yihui on the paper, but the content on the paper was not what he thought at all, his sister was thinking about how to be sorry for this family, sorry for Chen Yihui and the children before she died.

Although I didn't want to believe that the content on the paper was written by my sister Xu Xiaoqin, the handwriting on it was indeed Xu Xiaoqin's handwriting.

Xu Xiaolei looked at it quickly:

Yihui, I believe that when you read this letter, I was no longer in this world.

I'm sorry to leave you and the kids like that. But I really feel bad. I'm a complete loser.

When I was in my teens, I lost my father, and my mother took me to live with my younger brother, even if I was obedient and had better academic performance than my younger brother, but my mother only loved my younger brother.

When I was in junior high school, I was admitted to the first place in the city, but because I had no money, I couldn't go to the best high school, so I chose to go to a regular high school, thinking that as long as I worked hard enough, no matter which school I was in, I would definitely be able to become the best student and get admitted to the best university.

But I still overestimated myself.

I know, my psychological capacity is very poor, I am too poor, and I am surrounded by rich children, I don't wear school uniforms every day, but wear those beautiful and fashionable clothes, only I wear a white-washed school uniform every day, shabby and stingy.

What if my grades are good, I am poor, and I can't hold my head up in front of these classmates.

I have low self-esteem, I am depressed, I am willing to fall, so my college entrance examination results are not satisfactory, and I have not even passed the most basic key line.

I went to an ordinary second university, and while I went to a restaurant to work part-time to earn tuition, I was busy with homework and exams.

I graduated, didn't find a formal job, and met you.

You say you love me, you say you want to give me happiness so that I don't suffer anymore.

I'm convinced. At that time, even though I was struggling to survive on the poverty line, it was not that I did not understand the reality of the world. I thought that if I was in love, even if I didn't choose the other half of Duojin, I could break into the world by myself.

I probably had low self-esteem and then another extreme self, that extreme self, arrogant, self-righteous and self-righteous, but in fact it was just wishful thinking on my part.

You can see that in the three years that I was with you, I kept changing jobs, I kept losing my job, but I didn't think it was anything at all. I always feel that the best job is still waiting for me, that I will get ahead, and that I will live happily.

I deceived myself into believing the lie, and looking back now, how ridiculous I was then. My life is already so bad, what happiness can I have for the rest of my life?

Later, we got married, I had children, and I became a stay-at-home mom as a matter of course. After all, I didn't have a job in the first place.

But every time I spend money and ask you to take the money to pay off your credit card, I feel humbled and pitiful. I obviously have hands and feet, I can go out and earn money by myself, but why should I stay at home and be a poor worm who can only be raised by you?

So, I started writing.

I think it's okay if I don't do well in writing at first. People always make progress slowly, right? If it doesn't work for a year, I'll write for three years, I won't believe it, if I write for three years, the results will still be so bad.

However, I really don't have talent.

No one subscribed to the work, the editor didn't recommend the arrangement, and even the people who read it said that I wrote badly, and the content was boring and embarrassing, so that people were not interested in reading it at all.

But the boring and embarrassing content they scolded was not something I wrote casually to perfunctory everyone, but I waited for the children to fall asleep every day, forced myself to be extremely sleepy, and bracked up my spirits, and buried my head in front of the computer to stay up late and write until two o'clock in the evening.